Master wants to hug

"With Master around, why am I not willing to come back?" Yue Ming said.

This child has mastered the kung fu of flattering around Fang Su, and with a single sentence, he can soothe the anger of Marquis Pingyang, who is so dry that his heart grows like grass.

Yueming poured her a cup of tea and wanted to send it over, but found it was cold.

"Change a pot." She called the waiter outside the flower hall, "Use the Junshan Silver Needle I just brought back."

"Yes."

Seeing that the teapot was taken away, Fang Su said dissatisfiedly, "It's hot."

"It's hot and you shouldn't drink herbal tea." Yueming almost sighed, "Drinking too much herbal tea will hurt the spleen and stomach." She took a hand on Fang Su's wrist and found that it was still the same. Not bad, "It will also cause mental fatigue and weak pulse."

"Are you going to grab Jiang Hanyi's job as soon as you come back?" Fang Su squeezed a rabbit-shaped snack, but stuffed it into Yueming's mouth, "Be careful that she will find you."

Yueming subconsciously bit it, chewed it a few times, and said after swallowing it completely, "Don't dare."

Fang Su didn't care more about his body than when he was fighting, as if there was no place to stay in his life except the battlefield.

"What did you have for dinner?" Yue Ming asked.

Fang Su pressed the center of his eyebrows, and recalled carefully: "Du Kang? Or Zhuyeqing?"

"You haven't eaten?" Yueming felt his temples bulging.

Fang Su raised his chin towards the dim sum on the plate and said, "Isn't it?"

He was obviously from a family, so why did he treat himself like this?

"No one advised you?"

Fang Su felt that this girl talked more and more after she grew up, and she was single-handedly brought up, so she was not afraid of being scared, and she was reluctant to beat her, so she said, "Who else would dare to talk to me like this except you?"

"only……"

"Besides, after you've been walking for so long, I don't even have anyone to talk to. Of course I'm not in the mood for dinner." Fang Su said, "You should rest first tonight, and I will look for you tomorrow night."

Hearing about tomorrow night, Yueming froze for a moment.

"how?"

"Nothing." She shook her head.

This can be regarded as coddling and indulgence in disguise, Yueming accepted it when he saw it, and said: "I see that the master seems to be in a bad mood, what's wrong?"

Fang Su threw the letter to her and said, "Look for yourself."

Yueming read the letter carefully, feeling very tormented.

Because Fang Su was looking at her intently, passing her face inch by inch.

Fang Su's eyes are very aggressive even when they don't have any sense of attack. Yueming was taught to be alert by her, and now he feels as if he is being watched by a wolf. I don't know if it's because of nervousness or what, and his ears are mostly red.

Seeing that she was dressed coolly but her ears were bleeding, Fang Su casually said, "Hot?"

Yueming nodded indiscriminately.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill around her. She looked up and saw Fang Su fanning her with a fan. His expression was impatient to the extreme, and the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

The handle of the fan is made of black iron, which can stick a layer of skin to the touch in winter, and can break people's bones when you use force, which is very in line with Fang Su's crazy hobby.

Yueming's face turned red.

"Still hot?"

"Master, I... just take my time and take a look, you don't need to worry about me."

Fang Su stopped his fan and said, "There are three lines in total, how long do you plan to read slowly?"

Yueming put down the letter, took a deep breath, and said, "I've finished reading it."

"how?"

"What do you think, Master?"

"I don't think so," Fang Su sat back in his seat, and said, "King Yan and I have no friendship at all." She raised her eyes to look at Yueming, "You don't think that he just doesn't want to leave. The shortest way, you have to take a long detour."

This man is so good-looking that he is a little demon, and when he raises his eyes, the human soul is almost gone.

"I..." Yueming wanted to say, but didn't know what to say, "Maybe I want to show off my military achievements with Master Hou."

Fang Su put a piece of goat milk cake in his mouth, but almost choked himself.

"master?"

Fang Su said with a strange expression: "You should go and see Jiang Hanyi too."

Don't burn your head with heat.

Yueming said angrily, "Yes."

The tea just arrived, Yueming took it and poured it for Fang Su.

"Are you distracted just now?" Fang Su said suddenly.

Yueming said awkwardly: "Yes."

"Is it so boring to talk to this Marquis?"

"No, listening to the master's words is better than reading ten years of books."

"Yueming," Fang Su said, "Do you know that when you were young, you were like this when you had nothing to say?"

Yueming was speechless.

Master Fang's tongue has been as sharp as a day for more than ten years, and Yue Ming can be considered eloquent, but she is only speechless.

"You won't," Fang Su moved closer, her face was blurred by the steaming heat of the tea, "Are you looking at me?"

Fortunately, Yueming's face was already red, and now she couldn't be much redder, "No."

"No?"

"Absolutely not." Yueming said firmly.

"That's strange," Fang Su touched his face, "In the past, some people lost their minds while talking to this Marquis because they were looking at this Marquis' face."

Fang Su's beauty was famous among the five lords back then, and most of the people who didn't speak for a long time when they met her for the first time were looking at her face. If it wasn't for Fang Su's reputation for bloodthirsty later on, Xiao Luo almost asked her to wear it during the court meeting. mask.

"..."

"Yue Ming," Fang Su said, "did you feel astonished when you first saw this Marquis?"

Yueming said with ease: "The first time I saw Lord Hou, I thought it was a banished fairy, and I was still wondering why my luck is so good that I can see a fairy."

Fang Su was so satisfied with this talking apprentice that he even liked the steaming cup of Junshan Silver Needle.

"Looking at it now, the master is as beautiful as before, and his charm is even more beautiful than back then."

Fang Su picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a calm expression on his face, but he didn't suppress the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Good tea."

"The rest have been sent to the master."

"Have a heart."

"If you like the master, it's natural to take care of it."

However, her attitude is neither humble nor overbearing, nor hot, so that people don't feel that she is flattering, as if she is doing something very habitual and natural.

It is natural to take Fang Su to heart, and it is a habit for Fang Su to be careful.

"Yueming." Fang Su scratched the tip of her nose.

"master?"

"Why are you so good at talking?"

"truth."

Fang Su wanted to knock on her, but put his hand down again, and said, "Have you ever been taught by Mr. that the friendship between gentlemen is like water?"

Yueming answered inappropriately and asked: "Master, I brought back some epiphyllum honey and kept it in ice cubes all the way. It hasn't been touched. Do you want to taste it, master?"

Fang Su thought for a while and said, "Alright."

"Then master, can you come to my room tonight, or should I go to the master's place?"

"Tonight? How many days do you not rest?"

"I didn't know how much I slept on the way back, but I only saw Master for an hour." Yueming said softly, "I miss Master."

How do you say that?

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship between villains is sweet.

It's a pity that Fang Su can only think of these things at the moment. If the weather is not too hot, or if this child is not the one she saw growing up, she might still be able to think of a word called, no matter how courteous.