Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin stayed in the side hall, he closed the door of the room after Feng Qing went out, pondered by the bed, and wrote down the date on the paper.

There are less than ten days left in this month, he can bear it for another ten days, and he can't make Feng Rugao angry anymore, otherwise if Feng Rugao doesn't let him go to Wuxiang Mountain, it will be a waste of money.

He concentrated for a while, recalling the question Sheng Rufei asked him in his mind, his mind was in a mess, and he quickly put aside his thoughts.

It didn't take long for him to concentrate, Lin Sijin soon felt drowsy, he still had an injury on his back, today he struggled for another day, curled himself up in a ball at the corner of the bed, and gradually fell asleep.

The Changming Hall was brightly lit at the moment, and the candles flickered slightly for a moment. After the boy leaned against the corner and fell asleep, there was a figure beside the bed.

Feng Rugao looked at the young man beside the bed, the tree shadows outside the window swayed, time passed quietly, until dawn, his figure disappeared in the hall again.

Now in the Changming Palace, Sheng Rufei will never have the chance to call him again. Lin Sijin wakes up by himself in the morning. Without Sheng Rufei, he feels that getting up seems to be more laborious, and he is about to fall asleep with his head on fire. .

Originally, he was still putting on his shoes, but after putting on the shoes, a corner of his eyes was covered with silver, he looked along, and then he was startled.

Feng Rugao didn't know when he came over, and he was standing not far behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.

... came in without saying a word.

Lin Sijin called out: "Master?"

He wanted to say why he didn't knock on the door and come in, thought about it, this is Feng Rugao's palace, and said three times in his heart that he couldn't make Feng Rugao angry now, and silently swallowed what he wanted to say.

Feng Rugao: "These few days, you don't have to go to class."

Lin Sijin felt that Feng Rugao was too arbitrary, and he was fined for being late before, but now he can lightly say that he can skip class.

Thinking this way in his heart, he said to Feng Rugao, "I have nothing to do in the palace, why not go to class."

"I have found medicinal materials to suppress the side effects of the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus. It won't affect my actions too much. At most, I can do it more slowly."

At most, there will always be a voice whispering in his ears to confuse him, telling him to lie down and curl up, and he won't listen.

Lin Sijin tidied up her clothes by herself, feeling the touch from her sideburns, the man easily untied the bundled crown hair, and the strands of hair fell down.

"Master?" Lin Sijin turned her head subconsciously, holding his hair tie with Rugao's fingertips, and said to him, "The tie is crooked."

Lin Sijin was a little embarrassed when he heard the words. He was not a real ancient man. The disciples of the Immortal Sect had to tie up their hair, otherwise it would be inconvenient to practice swords.

He can't do this kind of meticulous work.

The hair was scattered by his side, Lin Sijin was pushed by Feng Rugao to sit on the bench, there was a bronze mirror on the table, he watched the man's fingertips land on his hair, pulling the hair together.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and said to Feng Rugao, "Master, I can do it myself."

The man didn't respond to him. He held his hair together and pressed his fingertips on his shoulders to keep him from moving.

Lin Sijin struggled a little, but soon stopped moving again. He remembered what Feng Qing said, just put his hair back, and he didn't have to confront Feng Rugao everywhere.

"Feng Qing."

Listening to Feng Rugao's summoner, Lin Sijin looked over, not knowing what Feng Rugao was going to do again.

Feng Qing appeared next to them, with another hair tie in her hand.

Lin Sijin: "..."

He felt somewhat incomprehensible, why he needed to change a hair tie, his original hair tie was the one used by ordinary disciples, and basically every disciple of Fuguang had one.

His expression was too obvious, the figure of the man behind him paused slightly, and said to him, "It's too ugly."

The corners of Lin Sijin's lips curled up slightly, and he didn't think there was anything ugly about it. He was in Feng Rugao's palace, but Feng Rugao didn't even care what hairband he wore.

He comforted himself silently in his heart, there are only a few days left, he should bear with it for the next few days, and it will be fine when Fuguang is released.

The hair was tied together again, Feng Rugao chose a light crimson headband for him, which looked like pink, Lin Sijin didn't think it was ugly at first, but after it was tied up, he felt so ugly.

If he went to Jiange, he would definitely be laughed at by Jing Qiuhong.

"Master, this...isn't it a bit ugly."

When he asked this, Feng Rugao paused and said, "Feng Qing."

Lin Sijin felt that something was wrong when he heard Feng Qing, and soon Feng Qing appeared again, and there was a brand new Taoist robe on the table. The Taoist robe was the same color as his hairband, and there were light brocade patterns on it.

It looks very flowery, and it looks like a fluttering butterfly when worn.

Feng Rugao: "Put it on together, it won't be ugly anymore."

Lin Sijin was unwilling, so he weighed the lesser between the two, and he whispered, "Can I not change it, my current one is fine."

He didn't know before that Fuguang still had Taoist robes of this color, which could be so ugly.

After asking this question, he met Feng Rugao's gaze, and the man's expression was indifferent, "No."

Lin Sijin sat on the bench and was unwilling to move, as if he knew what he cared about. The man was silent for a while and then said, "If you change it, I will take you to the foot of the mountain later and get a love lock for you for a day."

He almost thought he heard it wrong, and moved his ears. He really wanted to come up with Fuguang, but not with Feng Rugao, but the love lock can be removed.

Lin Sijin was a little tangled in his heart, he was not sure about Feng Rugao's indifferent face, "Master's words count?"

Feng Rugao didn't answer his stupid question.

A quarter of an hour later, there was movement from the screen in the side hall, and the young man hesitantly came out holding his original Taoist robe.The young man had a good appearance at first, and his temperament was lively and lively. At this time, he changed into a light scarlet Taoist robe, and he became more cheerful, like a budding autumn brocade flower.

The brocade embroidery on the cuffs was exquisite, the young man put his wrists together, and frowned slightly, obviously a little uncomfortable, and a little embarrassed, his ears were a little red.

After Lin Sijin came out, the two people in the side hall looked towards her, and the corners of Feng Qing's lips twitched slightly, with a somewhat indescribable expression on her face.

Feng Rugao's gaze stayed on the young man for a moment, but he didn't look back for a long time.

"Master, only wear it for one day," Lin Sijin said in a low voice, taking advantage of the bargaining with Feng Rugao, "You have agreed, and you will unlock the love lock for me."

The man was silent for a moment, and replied, "Feng Qing, send him to Jiange."

He tied his hair up and changed his clothes like this, and he tossed about for a while, plus he was dawdling on the road, and the class to Jiange had almost started.

"Fengqing, do you think there is something wrong with Master's aesthetics?"

Lin Sijin couldn't help complaining on the road, he felt very awkward no matter what, and he could see that Feng Qing seemed to be speechless.

When the young man asked this question, Feng Qing coughed lightly, and said bravely, "Jianzun's aesthetics has always been good, and this suit is very suitable for the young master."

"very nice."

It just looks more... a little bit, she is not smart in the first place, dressed like this, she looks like a fluttering butterfly, and her movements are even more delicate.

Lin Sijin believed it was true. He was not very confident at first, so he asked Feng Qing uncertainly, "Really?"

Feng Qing: "...really."

Lin Sijin felt relieved a little, and went all the way to Jiange. He went a little late, Feng Qing explained to the elder for him, and the elder didn't blame him, and let him in.

He was dressed like this, which was very attractive. He noticed that many eyes fell on him, including Sheng Rufei, Chun He, Mu Wanqing, and Jing Qiuhong.

Lin Sijin felt a little ashamed again, so he bit the bullet and sat next to Jing Qiuhong, and Jing Qiuhong came over to chat with him.

"Are you here to practice swords, or to attract bees and butterflies?" Jing Qiuhong teased him, lowering his voice, "If Jun Feng hadn't sent you here, the elders would definitely say you."

Feng Jun represents Feng Rugao, and if his master dresses his disciples like this, Elder Song will naturally not say anything.

"I don't want to either," Lin Sijin muttered, "Anyway, I only need to wear it for a day."

"This color is actually quite suitable for you, but if you practice swords for a while, the elders will stare at you and pick mistakes."

Lin Sijin thought the same way. He didn't really think about it here. He came to the class because Sheng Rufei was here, and he was thinking about Sheng Rufei.

In class, every two disciples sat together, Sheng Rufei sat alone, at the front near the elder, and he and Jing Qiuhong sat at the back.

As soon as he raised his head, he could see Sheng Rufei's back. The young man in the front row had a straight back. He was wearing a black Taoist robe today. He didn't know what happened to the injury on his back.

From his angle, he could see Sheng Rufei's profile.Sheng Rufei listened to the class very seriously, and was a model disciple of Fengli, and he seemed to have sorted out many classics.

He was so distracted from the class all day, Jing Qiuhong patted him on the shoulder when he was going to practice swords in the afternoon, "You have been absent-minded today, it's just autumn, and you start thinking about spring so early?"

Lin Sijin blushed a little, and retorted unhappily, "What are you talking about, why are you thinking or not. Chun, I was thinking about what the elder said."

Hey, explaining in such a hurry, it seems more like there is no silver 300 taels here.

Jing Qiuhong didn't bother to mock the young man in front of him, he thought of something, and said secretly, "A few disciples have been watching you just now, you are attracting attention today."

In fact, he had discovered before that the young man in front of him looked good, but he didn't talk much on weekdays, and he didn't have much contact with the disciples in their peak, so he wasn't easy to be noticed.

In the past, even if someone paid attention, it was not so obvious, but today it is especially obvious, especially one of the male disciples, he has noticed that the male disciple has been staring at the boy.

However, the young man was rather dull, so he never noticed it.

"This is chosen by my master," Lin Sijin pursed her lips slightly, unwilling to mention it.

Jing Qiuhong was surprised when he heard the words, Feng Rugao?He couldn't imagine that Feng Rugao would like such a color... But he could understand that Feng Rugao was famous for being scary, and now he even cared about what his apprentices wore, which was too scary.

The two of them said a few words, and then they were going to go out to practice sword together. They went out late, and walked behind.

The disciples are all in the back mountain of Jiange now, Lin Sijin randomly picked a place with few people, he was with Jing Qiuhong, and separated some distance from Sheng Rufei, Sheng Rufei and Chun were with them.

On weekdays, he also likes to stay in the corner, there is no one here.Today he practiced sword for a while, and saw a figure out of the corner of his eyes.

There stood a boy.

He was a disciple in their peak, he looked a little familiar, and he was handsome, his eyes averted slightly when he looked at him, and the roots of his ears were flushed.

"Lin... Junior Brother Lin."

Lin Sijin was a little surprised, before he could react, the young man stepped forward to him, stuffed something into his arms, and then disappeared quickly.

inexplicably.

"Aiya," Jing Qiuhong immediately came over to join in the fun, looking at the things in Lin Sijin's arms, "Is this a token of love?"

Lin Sijin felt a little strange, probably not, after all, he and that disciple from just now had never spoken on weekdays, and they didn't even know each other's name.

After the boy over there returned, many disciples were booing, and many disciples looked at him.

Chun He glanced at it, a little surprised, "He gave Junior Brother Lin a sword buckle, he usually likes Junior Brother Lin very much, and often asks people about Junior Brother Lin."

Mu Wanqing looked away after taking a look. There were few female disciples in their Jiange, and most of them were male disciples. Junior Brother Lin was a special one, and seemed to be more popular than their female disciples.

There is also a reason why the female disciples in the Jiange are not easy to provoke, they are as soft as the boy in the distance, and they seem to be able to melt away with a poke.

"Brother Sheng?"

Sheng Rufei looked in the direction of the young boy in the distance, her breath was heavy, and a shadow fell on her indifferent eyebrows.