Tianjun Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Under the dual guidance of Fu Ling's gentleness, softness and soft-spokenness, Fu Yun finally complied.

"Tonight, if you want."

Fu Ling's eyes were shining brightly, and his face was full of joy, "Really?"

"Well, really—"

If he should not come down, Fu Ling will be on the top of the tree, and Fu Yun will be rectified on the spot.

"Okay, it's a deal."

On the way back to the stockade, Fu Yun watched Fu Ling's brisk pace, and suddenly felt a sense of being taken advantage of.When I was a kid, and now.

In the stockade, people are still singing and dancing.

Fuze's face was flushed, and his body smelled faintly of alcohol, "Fuyun, Fuling, where have you been?"

Fu Ling hugged Fu Yun's waist, with a smug face, "Just now, I helped Fu Yun sober up."

Fu Yun quietly raised her foot and stepped on the Fu Ling shoes hard, and twisted her heel with a smile, "Senior Brother Fu Ze, you are blushing from drinking, if Brother Bai Sang sees it, I will blame you again. "

Fu Ze shyly pursed his lips and smiled, raised his index finger to his lips and made a gesture in a whisper, "He was pulled away and shot an arrow, so he didn't care about me for a while. Fu Ling, why do you look so ugly all of a sudden? "

"Hey, he ate too much glutinous rice cakes and accumulated food. Brother Fuze, where is Brother Baisang competing in archery? I also want to join in the fun."

Fuze looked at Fu Ling with concern, "Is it important, do you need to take some food for digestion?"

"Don't worry, he's fine, Senior Brother Fuze, let's go watch Brother Baisang shoot arrows?"

"It's fine, I'll take you there."

Fu Yun smiled obediently, "Okay."

Fu Ling's face was ugly, and he lowered his voice, "Why did you step on me just now, your foot almost broke."

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Ling, "I'm afraid you will get carried away and float up to the sky, and if you step on it, you won't be able to float away."

Outside the shooting range, it was surrounded by people.Fu Yun sharpened his head before he squeezed into the front row, just in time to see Bai Sang shoot three arrows in succession, all of which hit the bull's-eye.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and Fu Yun clapped along, "Brother Bai Sang, you are really good at shooting."

Seemingly hearing Chinese, Bai Sang turned around, and her eyes fell on Fuze beside Fuyun.

Fuze poked Fuyun in a panic, "Oops, Fuyun, do I still smell of alcohol?"

Before Fu Yun could answer, Bai Sang had already walked beside her.

Bai Sang raised her sleeves and caressed Fuze's blushing cheeks, and said softly, "Are you greedy again?"

Fukuzawa smirked, "I didn't drink a lot, so it's okay."

Bai Sang spread out her palm, it was an exquisite Miaojiang-style sachet, "I just won it, do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

Bai Sang carefully tied the sachet around Fuze's waist, "Wear it with you, it can prevent mosquitoes."

While Bai Sang was tying the sachet, Fuze smiled embarrassedly at Fuyun and Fuling.

As soon as Fuze finished speaking, he was hugged by Bai Sang, Fuze wrapped his arms around Bai Sang's neck in a panic, blushing fiercely, "Bai Sang, you—"

"Your feet go limp when you drink, I'll hug you."

Fuze was very ashamed, so he still greeted Fuyun and the other two, "Then Baisang and I will go to another place and have fun."

The people in the village, including Fu Yun and Fu Ling, are no strangers to Bai Sang's sudden embrace of Fu Ze.

"Okay, Brother Fukuzawa."

Bai Sang said lightly, "Farewell." She walked out of the crowd with Fuze in her arms.

Looking at the leaving figure of Bai Sang, Fu Yun felt that he seemed to understand why Fu Ze resolutely chose Bai Sang and left Ningyun Temple.

Fu Yun couldn't help sighing, "Bai Sang is very kind to Senior Brother Fu Ze, the two of them are really like mandarin ducks, making people feel envious."

Next to him, Fu Ling said in a strange way, "Oh?"

Just as Fu Yun was about to refute, Fu Ling smiled and said, "It's up to me, you can take a good look at what is really a good shot."

Before Fu Yun got over it, he saw Fu Ling walk into the shooting range, took the bow and arrow, and turned around to wink at him.

Fu Ling drew out three arrows at once and placed them on the bow.The crowd watching around suddenly fell silent, and their eyes fell on Fu Ling.

The moment the three arrows left the bow, Fu Yun felt his heart stop beating for half a beat.

Three arrows hit the hearts of three archery targets respectively.

The crowd roared with applause, Fu Ling turned around with a proud smile and raised an eyebrow at Fu Yun, his eyes seemed to say, how about it?

Fu Ling also got a mosquito repellent sachet, and he twirled it around his fingertips in a showy manner, and walked up to Fu Yun.

Fu Yun didn't hide his surprise, "When did you practice such a good shot?"

"Ahem——" Fu Ling cleared his throat, put the sachet in his palm, held it up to Fu Yun, and imitated Bai Sang's accent, "I just won it, do you like it?"

Fu Yun suppressed a smile, "Well, let's make a living."

Following Bai Sang's example, Fu Ling tied the sachet around Fu Yun's waist, and pretended to say, "Wear it with you, it can prevent mosquitoes."

Fu Yun chuckled, "Why are you crazy? You speak in a strange way."

After fastening the sachet, Fu Ling looked up at Fu Yun.When their eyes met, Fu Yun felt bad, and immediately turned around to run away, but it was a step too late.

"Fu Ling, what are you doing—" Before Fu Yun finished speaking, he left his feet off the ground and was hugged by Fu Ling.

The people in the village are used to seeing Bai Sang and Fu Ze Qingqing, so they don't feel anything new.But I didn't expect that Fuze's pair of guests also had this hobby.As a result, everyone couldn't help but smile with a little surprise, and looked at the two of Fu Yun.

Sensing the gazes around her, Fu Yun almost wanted to find a crack in the ground, "Put me down quickly—"

The corner of Fu Ling's mouth raised an evil smile, and whispered in Fu Yun's ear, "Not at all."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fu Ling ignored Fu Yun, who was holding a carp in his arms, and insisted on hugging him horizontally, leading him away from the crowd outside the shooting range.

Walking far away from the crowd, Fu Lingcai smiled and let Fu Yun go down to the ground.

His throat was tightened due to excessive shyness, and Fuyun's voice trembled when he spoke, "You were so nervous just now, everyone in the village is looking at us."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't you like it?"

"When did I say I like such a 'long face' style?"

Fu Ling pursed her smile, "Oh? Just now, who said that Bai Sang is so kind to Fu Ze that people are so envious?"

Fu Yun's face flushed red, "You clearly took the meaning out of context on purpose and made fun of me."

Fu Lingxi smiled and said, "How dare I?"

Before Fuyun could argue with Fu Ling, bowl after bowl of glutinous rice wine was handed to him.After recovering, the sky has completely darkened, bright lights are lit in the village, and the singing and dancing are still going on.

At night, the antiphonal activities of young men and women in the village replaced the daytime sports events.The clear voices of the boys and girls sang Miaojiang songs that Fuyun could not understand, looking for their ideal person, and there was a heart-warming sweetness in the air.

During the day, Fu Ling held back a lot of alcohol for Fu Yun, drank so much that his tongue twitched, and it took a lot of effort to speak, and his whole body was full of the strong smell of alcohol.

Fu Yun placed Fu Ling's arm on her body, struggling to move.

Fu Ling yelled with his tongue out, "I'm not drunk, it's just that I can't control my body."

Fu Yun struggled to support Fu Ling, fearing that he would fall, while coaxing him nicely, "Well, you are not drunk, our house is here, why are you going that way?"

"Ah."

"Pay attention to the steps under your feet, and be careful not to fall."

Fu Ling raised his voice and said, "I'm watching, haven't we arrived yet? I'm not drunk, go back to the house, we both have to practice together!"

The last half of the sentence was heard clearly by Fuzawa Baisang who happened to be welcomed out of the house.

Regardless of the embarrassment, Fu Yun seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, "Brother Fu Ze, Brother Bai Sang, please help me, I can't handle him soon."

Bai Sang jumped down the steps, threw Fu Ling, who smelled of alcohol, onto his shoulder, and carried him into the house.

Seeing Fu Ling being carried away, Fuze asked with concern, "Why is Fu Ling so drunk?"

"The people in the village toasted us, and Fu Ling stopped my share for me. He drank almost a tank of wine today."

"I'm going to cook some rescue soup, and you will pour it for him later."

"Senior Brother Lao Fuze is here."

"Why are you being polite with me, go to the house and stay with Fu Ling."

Fu Yun looked at Fu Ze gratefully, didn't say much, and went to look for Fu Ling.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Fu Ling stretching his teeth and claws on the bed, Bai Sang stood silently aside, seeing Fu Yun coming, he said softly, "He is looking for you."

"Okay, thank you Brother Bai Sang just now."

"No, call me again if you have anything to do." After speaking, Bai Sang turned around and left the house.

Fu Yun has never seen what a drunk person looks like, after all, when he was in Ningyun Temple before, his seniors sneaked out to drink, and they didn't dare to drink too much.Today, it can be regarded as an increase in knowledge.

Fu Ling grabbed Fu Yun's hand and muttered, "Don't go." No matter how many times Fu Yun said, "I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere." Repeated "Don't go."

Seeing Fu Ling's appearance, Fu Yun secretly rejoiced, because he was on the tree during the day, his head was dizzy, and he should be able to avoid the next thing.

Later, Fuze brought the wine soup and poured it for Fu Ling, and Fu Ling fell asleep after a while.

Fuyun originally thought that he could finally rest easy and sleep peacefully.

But for some reason, Fu Ling, who was asleep, was always obsessed with turning over in one direction, and fell off the bed three times within the time of a stick of incense.

Helpless, Fuyun had to sleep on the outside of Fuling, hugging Fuling.In this way, Fu Ling became honest.Hearing Fu Ling's heavy breathing, Fu Yun fell into a deep sleep.

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