Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Mr. Miao is a well-known benevolent person in Yuhe Town, so on the day of the Hundred Days Banquet, many guests came to Miao’s residence. Children chatter.

It was dark, and the Xuansi troupe really came. They set up a stage at the door, set up a stage and set up a scene, and tuned the strings to test the zither.

Xiao Yihe was already sitting in front of the mirror dressing up when the jingling sounded outside the courtyard. Fortunately, he has a small frame, and Mrs. Miao Shao prefers wide shirts and long skirts, so it didn't seem particularly unsuitable.

He fiddled with several types of makeup in the dowry, took out a porcelain box, and was frowning when the door slammed lightly. He raised his eyes and saw in the bronze mirror that his "sister-in-law" was walking towards him—Master Miao's house. It was a day of luxury and luxury, so the clothes were naturally not too bad. Just like at this time, Xue Xuanwei was wearing a brocade with scales and patterns and a high crown, which was extremely luxurious.

Seeing Xue Xuanwei dressed up like this at first, Xiao Yihe couldn't help but stare blankly for a while, until the other party walked up to him and took the porcelain box in his hand.

His face was already fair, so there was no need for extra makeup powder, so Xue Xuanwei picked up a small eyebrow pencil, dipped it in the powder, put the back of his left hand against his chin, and swipe the crescent eyebrows with his right hand.

"Sir." Xiao Yihe saw that his movements were skillful, "How can you do this? Who did you describe before?"

Xue Xuanwei's hands trembled when he was called "Xianggong", and he almost drew it. He calmed down for a moment and said frankly: "...I don't remember."

He raised the pen, but Xiao Yihe turned his head away with a snort. A pair of candle lamps in front of the mirror reflected on his face, revealing some bright displeasure. : "I don't really remember what happened before Song Yao..."

Xiao Yihe paused: "Because you replenish your soul frequently? Besides Song Yao, have you replenished your soul many times?"

Xue Xuan didn't answer slightly, but still painted his eyebrows slowly.

He didn't speak, but the meaning behind it was already very obvious, Xiao Yihe forgot to be angry for a while, and let him fiddle with him with a dazed expression, thinking how he got here in the past few decades.In a daze, I heard Xue Xuanwei calling him twice: "Okay."

Xiao Yihe admired the mirror and was quite satisfied: "Not bad, not bad, when you get married in the future, your skills will definitely be—" He was taken aback for another moment, thinking of this for some reason.

Just as he was about to ask more questions, Master Miao knocked on the door cautiously, and came to invite him respectfully, saying that he was asked to go out and make a show to welcome the guests.

Xue Xuanwei responded briefly, and put down his pen: "You and I cover our faces with spells, they won't be able to recognize you. And it doesn't take long for you to show up. If that ghost appears, you should be careful."

"En." Xiao Yihe nodded, he was still a little worried, and he left after a few words of advice.

He picked up the lip paper and was about to sip it, looking at himself in the mirror with disheveled hair, then suddenly remembered something, hurriedly looked outside, Xue Xuanwei had already walked away.Xiao Yihe sighed, grabbed the comb a few times, and stared at the pile of hairpins and hairpins, worrying.

He used to drink and listen to music on the flower boat, and he often disliked that the hair buns of divas were not exquisite and graceful, and they all had the same style when they came back. He was tired of seeing it, but today he asked him to comb it by himself, but found that it was the simplest. The bun is not easy to comb.

Xiao Yihe silently apologized in his heart to the singers who had disliked him. After trying several times, he combed it crookedly. Find Ming Chunxi pan head.

Ning Wushuang's resting place is separated by a wall, which is convenient for deploying troops.That Ming Chunxi is a member of the Yin-Yang sect, most of them are beautiful sisters and sisters, and they are good at some kind of kung fu, such skills should not be bad.

He pushed the door happily: "Ning Wushuang! Quickly ask your Ming Chunxi to help me——ah, what's going on?"

The tea in the room was fragrant, Ning Wushuang was holding a teapot, confronting Ming Chunxi again for some reason, he looked puzzled at the two people who were eight feet away.Ming Chunxi, who always had a smile on her lips, was unusually vigilant.

However, he was used to the bickering between the two of them, so he picked up the teacup on the table and took two sips: "Why are you arguing?"

As soon as he swallowed the tea, Ning Wushuang's face changed drastically, and he rushed up and snatched: "Who told you to drink it?!"

"..." Xiao Yihe was taken aback, spilling tea all over his hands, "Can't you drink this?"

"This, this..." Ning Wushuang looked at the tea that was only half left, and then at him, "Spit it out."

Xiao Yihe: "It's a bit difficult, I've already swallowed it. Why can't I drink this tea? Is it poisonous?"

"Pfft!" Ming Chunxi loosened her tense shoulders, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Not poisonous."

Ning Wushuang glared at him with a black face: "You're still laughing! Why are you laughing! This is tea for you!" After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Xiao Yihe, and asked cautiously, "You, how do you feel?"

Xiao Yihe was confused, felt it carefully, felt no dizziness, no stomach pain, and breathed smoothly: "...is the tea good?"

Ming Chunxi laughed even harder.

Ning Wushuang blushed for some reason, and kicked Ming Chunxi hard in anger.Seeing that Ning Wushuang was already ashamed to see others, Ming Chunxi barely stopped laughing, cleared his throat and asked him: "What's the matter with 'Ma'am'?"

"Oh." Xiao Yihe said, "My wife doesn't know how to comb her hair, please ask Master Ming to help."

Ming Chunxi politely asked him to sit down: "It's a trivial matter."

He actually took out a jade comb from his sleeve, picked up Xiao Yihe's black hair and divided it skillfully, with his wrists fluttering, he tied up the most popular bun in the sect, and put on various hairpins: "I give Madam combs her hair, and tells Madam to surprise everyone later, but Madam also promises me one thing."

Xiao Yihe nodded amusedly: "Tell me."

Ming Chunxi shook the hairpin one step further: "Mrs. Tomorrow, don't be angry with Wu Shuang."

"Why should I be angry?" Xiao Yihe didn't understand.

Ming Chunxi looked at him with a smile on his face, with a secretive expression on his face, he only said "I will know tomorrow" and "Don't stay too far away from Sect Master Xue", so he pushed him out, and handed over to him who just happened to ask him to go out and meet him. Guest's servant.

Xiao Yihe stuffed a fake swaddle in his arms, and went to the front hall in a daze.All the guests got up to congratulate hurriedly, closed their eyes and praised the baby for being beautiful, with eyebrows and eyes like father, mouth like mother, and so on in the future.

Seeing him stepping out gracefully, Xue Xuanwei really felt a bit slim, and raised his hand: "Come here..." He made several preparations, and his ears turned red before he called out the name, "Ma'am. "

Xiao Yihe dispelled the confusion in his heart, and put his hand on it in a "shameful way": "Mr.

Everyone laughed loudly: "The Xian couple are really affectionate!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the baby boy showed his face hastily and was taken away by the nanny.

The guests toasted accordingly, "Madame" had just given birth for a hundred days, so it was inconvenient to drink alcohol, and what was handed to Xiao Yihe was warm brown sugar fermented glutinous rice, which tasted very sweet, and he couldn't help but drink a few more sips.

After several tables like this, Xiao Yihe also drank a few more, his eyes drifted past the hand that had been holding him all the time, and then followed the hand up, and caught a glimpse of an Adam's apple that kept sliding up and down.

…For some reason, after drinking a lot of sugar water, I feel thirstier.

Xue Xuanwei also seemed to notice his gaze, lowering his eyes silently concerned about what was wrong with him, whether he was feeling well.

Xiao Yihe stared at the opening and closing of his lips, got up on tiptoe in a strange way, moved to his hand, took a sip from his small wine cup, and said dizzily: "Well, this is delicious..."

The guests who came over to congratulate were stunned. The Miao family also came and went with respectable people. How could they be so intimate in public? After a long while, they quickly laughed: "Ahaha, the qin and the cymbal, the qin and the cymbal!"

"Ha, haha! Yes, my nephew and my wife really have a deep relationship! A deep relationship!"

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

Not long after, a blush appeared on Xiao Yihe's cheeks, he grabbed his hand and leaned against him, grunting and laughing at everyone.

The weight on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a faint fragrance emanating from him. Xue Xuanwei gradually felt that something was wrong. It was fine for him to let loose in the public, but now they are pretending to be the faces of the Miao family. The reputation of "Mrs. Miao Shao".

Xue Xuanwei pulled him together, and said goodbye to the guests on the grounds that his wife was unwell, and hurriedly carried him away.

When he was placed between the bed in the bedroom, Xiao Yihe looked at him and smiled, but his eyes were extremely hot.

Xue Xuanwei suspected that he had a fever, so he tried it on the back of his hand, and his tone was a bit unfriendly: "Why didn't you say you were uncomfortable?"

"No way." Xiao Yihe wrapped his arms around his waist, and his voice was softer and softer, "Good junior brother, don't attack me, you love me."

What's the use of being fierce, will he listen?

Xue Xuanwei sat down, unbuttoned his collar as usual and cut the skin around his neck, prompting blood to gush out.

Xiao Yihe smelled the fishy-sweet smell full of delicious spiritual power, his throat was lured to swallow, but he stubbornly turned his face away: "I'm fine, I won't drink!"

Xue Xuanwei couldn't help but hug him and put him on his shoulder.

Xiao Yihe was reluctant at first, but when his lips touched it, he couldn't help licking it.Licking and licking, he became restless and walked towards his Adam's apple. Xue Xuan slightly pinched the back of his neck and pulled back the wound: "Here, don't make a fuss."

He snorted, sucked up the blood, leaned against Xue Xuanwei's shoulder with his eyes closed, and couldn't help thinking, does this fermented glutinous rice have such a strong stamina?

After drinking a few sips of Xue Zongzhu's blood, he felt dizzy and better. He was holding Xue Xuanwei's fingers and was playing with them.

Xue Xuanwei whispered in his ear: "Shh, don't move... here we come."

Xiao Yihe's expression froze, he held his breath, and secretly narrowed his eyes for a look——

I saw that the gap in the door that was supposed to be concealed was pushed open a slightly wider gap as expected, and a small black shadow fell on the ground.Judging from the length of the shadow, it might be a little ghost, thin and thin, with long clothes and long hair.

Xue Xuanwei also breathed lightly, leaning against the head of the bed with "Madam" in his arms, pretending to be drunk.

The kid tried a few steps, and seeing the silence in the room, he became more courageous, and walked in with small crisp steps of "da da da".

Xiao Yihe listened, feeling slightly puzzled...

Isn't the ghost floating? Why do you make "da da da" footsteps?

The little ghost ran into the inner room, and suddenly there was no movement when he reached the bed. Xiao Yihe was anxiously waiting, and was debating whether to open his eyes or not—suddenly, the bed next to the two of them thumped.

"It" jumped up!Still stepping on the mattress and walking around.

Xiao Yihe felt a burst of sandalwood fragrance in front of his breath, and it seemed that this thing came closer to observe. After a long time, this little thing made a "click" sound again, as if some mechanism part moved.

Xu Shi noticed something strange, hesitated for a moment, and then it backed away!

"—Little thing still wants to slip?!"

Xiao Yihe didn't wait any longer, sat up suddenly, put his hands together in an arc shape, the ghost retreated fast, he ran even faster, jumped off the bed with bare feet, "boom" and slammed forward like a vicious dog pouncing on food, "Xue Xuanwei! Catch it!"

The little ghost struggled for two steps, but Xiao Yihe threw himself under him and gave him a "squeak".

"..." Xue Xuanwei has never seen anyone catch ghosts in such a posture in his life, and he hasn't even drawn out his sword yet.

At the same time, the door was knocked open, Ning Wu pinched the spell with his fingers, wrapped the dagger around his waist, and shouted: "Are you here! Where are you!"

"Hey!" Xiao Yihe raised his head to claim credit, and the "little devil" was still screaming under him.

Ning Wushuang looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "...Did you catch a mouse?"

"Fart! How can a mouse be so big?" Xiao Yihe raised his body, twisting the things in his hands to prevent it from breaking free, "This is the real thing——"

He took out the little thing.

The "little devil" tilted his head and screamed, his round black eyes looked innocent and pitiful.

Several people were stunned at the same time: "... puppet?"