Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The young master was chased away by Gu Yan, and he was naturally resentful in his heart, and the noise made his courtyard uneasy.

The servant followed behind him, apologizing to others, and had to clean up the things that the master broke when he lost his temper. His waist was about to bend, and he was naturally dissatisfied.

If he is still young, he should take more care of him.

The young master was crying and making noises in the room, and was still rolling on the ground, surprised by the maids and wet nurses, who wanted to hug him up in distress.

Even the young master's mother heard what happened to her son, and hurried over to see what happened.

Upon hearing it, it is not surprising that it is related to the young master.

"I want……"

He was arguing and arguing, seeing so many people gathered around to coax him, he was a little proud at first, but suddenly became timid, and even his voice became much quieter unconsciously.

"I want I want……"

The maid hurriedly stepped forward and asked him softly, "Master, what exactly do you want?"

Looking at her delicate face, the young master was startled suddenly.

Looking back, he found that there were so many people surrounded behind him. The servant who had been cleaning up the mess for him stood outside the crowd, looking at him with a wry smile.

That beautiful Taoist...

If he asked for it, would they be willing to give him the beautiful Daoxiu?

Would someone sneak a peek at him, and then, while he wasn't paying attention, secretly reach out and touch his soft cheek with the back of his hand?

The young master was so angry that he was half dead by the scene he had imagined, and he temporarily changed what he wanted to say.

"I want to be the young master!" He said loudly confidently, "Sooner or later, I will take down that thing Gu Yan and let me be it!"

"Okay!" The people around cheered, supporting his attention continuously.

This kind of thing, the young master had made a fuss before, and the maid used the original words to coax the child, praising him for being great, praising him for being powerful, and praising him for being particularly ambitious.

However, the young master was not coaxed into dizziness like before.

Instead, he bit his fingernails, turned his head away, and frowned hard.

However, because there was too much commotion, the trouble went to the father of the head of the house.

Hearing about the good deeds done by the youngest son, it made the young master very angry. All the elders present looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. What should they do?

Someone said hesitantly: "Offend the young master again, I'm afraid, with the young master, it won't do well..."

Indeed, there was not much loyalty in the first place, and this pushed people further away.

Hey, children can mess around and can't do big things.

So I suggested: "You have to win people's hearts."

"Yeah, at least let the young master see our sincerity. After all, making contributions to the family is also for himself."

More attention was paid to the head of the family who was sitting in the upper position. After all, he was the father of the young master, so he was more qualified to say what he said.

The head of the family was stared at by everyone, feeling a little proud and a little angry in his heart.

What is proud of him is that he actually gave birth to such a good son. The entire family, collaterals, branches and vassals probably all depend on him to survive.

The annoyed thing is that his patriarch is still alive, so everyone started thinking about how to please his son.

"Then, pick some things for him to send," the head of the family said, and everyone was silent, "Open the warehouse."

This gift can't be given quietly.

The Patriarch made some excuses, for example, to celebrate my son's progress, he asked someone to carry the box and send it to the gate of the young master's courtyard, asking him to accept favors under the noses of everyone.

Any musical instrument has to be used, the louder the better, and it has to be lively!

Cheng Yunzhi was tossed until midnight yesterday before falling asleep, and was awoken by the loud movement outside the house, and was a little annoyed.

Last night, he drowsy after drinking the medicine, but Gu Yan stopped him and wouldn't let him sleep.

Cheng Yuzhi could only sit cross-legged, with his head drooping bit by bit.

Gu Yan sat behind him, with a cultivating attitude, pouring subtle spiritual power into his meridians, and rebuilt him bit by bit.

By the end of the day, it was almost midnight.

Originally, thinking about it, there was nothing to do the next day, so Xiao Cheng let him go, just hoping to sleep until noon and have lunch when he woke up.

As it turned out, the sun hadn't risen to the mountain at the east end yet, and the suona outside was so loud that it pierced into Xiao Cheng's ears.

Cheng Yunzhi; "..."Damn it.

hateful!Do you want someone to sleep!

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't bear it anymore, turned into anger from embarrassment, sat up from the bed, and before he could even open his eyes, he went to caress the coat hanging beside the bed.

He didn't touch his own coat, but he touched another pair of hands.

The owner of those hands held him loosely, and led Xiao Cheng back to the bed to lie down again.

Cheng Yuzhi half opened his eyes, glanced at him, and closed them again.

He said wearily: "There are so many people outside, they are not here for me, are they?"

Gu Yan said gently: "Go to sleep, I will deal with them."

He has not yet learned the barrier of sound insulation. After thinking about it, the only way to do it is to close the doors and windows tightly to prevent the sound from coming in through the cracks.

After the young master stepped out and closed the door, Cheng Yuzhi felt that the buzzing in his ears had improved a lot.

His energy and blood surged, his body was extremely weak, and even his face turned pale by two degrees.

The sound was indeed a little lower than before, and soon disappeared.

Cheng Yunzhi moved his body and quietly used his spiritual power.

These days, under the careful care of the doctor and Gu Yan, Cheng Yuzhi finally sensed the spiritual power stored in his dantian, and he was really relieved.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly recuperated.

Outside, Gu Yan was indeed stuffed with a warehouse of things, euphemistically called "Celebrating the young master's cultivation", "It's a congratulatory gift from the Patriarch for the young master!" and so on.

Even if the young master is impatient and has a terrifying expression on his face, he has to bite the bullet and say everything he needs to say.

After listening to the speeches of the elders and disciples, Gu Yan only said: "Please, everyone."

Ask people to come and take things away, but don't be polite to them.

Everyone exchanged glances and retreated tacitly.

There was a special box of precious spiritual grass and elixir, which was not put into the warehouse, but sent to the young master's bedroom.

Gu Yan opened the box, and Cheng Yuzhi next to him also woke up again, looking curiously from the bed.

"what is this?"

"It's a herbal medicine for curing diseases." Gu Yan said concisely, and rummaged through the boxes for the well-preserved spiritual herbs that exuded a lustrous luster.

It's not like what he said, it seems to be picked from the side of the road.

Cheng Yuzhi frowned and looked up and down for a long time, and finally said with embarrassment: "...it looks quite expensive."

Gu Yan said casually: "Most of them are collected from the small family's offerings to save face, and the quality is not bad."

As he spoke, he picked out a light brown slender spiritual grass, broke off a section, and let Cheng Yuzhi hold it in his mouth.

Xiao Cheng opened his mouth and obediently pressed it under his tongue.

A sweet smell filled the air, Xiao Cheng whimpered and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"It's delicious." He said vaguely.

Seeing him happy, Gu Yan stretched his brows.

He broke off a piece and ate it himself, and put the rest on the table, closed the box, thought about it, and asked the doctor to pick out useful ones and give them to nourish his body.

Time passes day by day.

Nearly one month later, Cheng Yunzhi was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.

He felt much better and had the strength to move the wooden chair from one end to the other; the long sword was resting by the window, Cheng Yuzhi walked over and waved it casually, and it was not as heavy as before.

Maybe, you can exercise properly and try the sword moves you learned from Gu Yan these days?

When he was thinking about it, the young master came back from outside, holding a small statue in his hand.

The golden statue is not like anything.

Cheng Yunzhi asked: "What is this?"

Gu Yan: "It's a family token. In two days, the aristocratic family will compete to compete for quotas for different resource lands."

He frowned and found something was wrong.

A beautiful little Cheng wandering around the room, with a sword in his hand, but no shoes on his feet? !

Sooner or later catch a cold.

"Go back to bed, or put on your shoes," he said.

Cheng Yuzhi said lazily: "I'm so hot. Anyway, the house is clean, within half a lifetime."

But before he finished speaking, Gu Yan waved his hand, and Cheng Yunzhi's shoes flew towards him from under the bed.

Xiao Cheng: "..." The smiling face gradually collapsed.

The young master approached him: "Do you want me to come, or do it yourself?"

Seeing that he was serious, Cheng Yuzhi resentfully said, "I'll do it myself." Then he put on the shoes.

When Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head, Gu Yan opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He stared at Cheng Yuzhi's beautiful curls, combed his long black hair with his eyes, and suddenly realized that Cheng Yuzhi's hair had grown to his waist—it wasn't so long before.

It's January.

While putting on his shoes, Cheng Yuzhi asked, "Do you want to compete for resources?"

Gu Yan replied: "Yes. There is a treasure in one of the resource fields, if you get it..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Have you got it?"

Gu Yan: "You can ask the brown feather genius doctor to come out of the mountain and heal you."

Cheng Yunzhi raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled: "Really!"

Xiao Cheng swayed happily from side to side: "Thank you! Thank you! If Xianjun needs anything, Cheng is obliged to take it to repay you!"

Gu Yan sighed lightly: "That's not necessary."

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't wait any longer, his body was extremely weak and powerless, and it was very different from the previous Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even after a month, he still felt empty in his body, he was really not used to it.

Cheng Yuzhi stopped talking, feeling that Gu Yan had something to say, but couldn't say it.

Perhaps it is unspeakable.

Cheng Yuzhi asked tentatively: "Xianjun, is there someone who upset you?"

Gu Yan stared at him deeply, then stretched out his hand suddenly, covering Cheng Yunzhi's eyes, Cheng Yunzhi didn't notice it for a moment, didn't avoid it, and his vision immediately became dark.

Vaguely, he heard someone ask him: "...is it okay?"

What can I do?what can?What is this for?

Cheng Yuzhi asked suspiciously: "It can be possible... What's the matter?"

"Tonight, why don't you sleep with me?" The voice from outside the ear came in bit by bit, with pain that the speaker didn't even hear, "Just cover your eyes like this and don't look at me."

After he finished speaking, he saw Cheng Yunzhi calm down, and even the frequency of eyelashes brushing his palms decreased a lot.

is it not OK……?

"it is good."

Just as he was thinking, Cheng Yun responded with a mouthful.

Before the young master breathed a sigh of relief, Cheng Yuzhi suddenly said: "One month ago, the young master picked me up that night, and he did the same thing. He blindfolded me and didn't let me see you."