Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Ye Qingyi's slightly closed eyes slowly opened wide.

The night was as cool as water, and the clothes of the two fluttered up and down in the evening wind that entered the room. Ye Qingyi frowned slightly, and lightly embraced the young man who was hugging him tightly with a strong aroma of wine: "Xiao'er, you've been drinking?"

This question is really a bit silly, today Su Mengsheng held a big banquet for Xuan Moxiao in the Lihua Palace, invited famous families from all over the world, and had a great time. Avoiding himself, he didn't go.

He didn't go, so Xuan Moxiao came.

"Xiao'er, what's the matter with you?" Ye Qingyi gently stroked Xuan Moxiao's long hair, and asked the question that had been pent up in his heart for many days.

Xuan Moxiao just hugged him tightly, exerting all his strength, as if to rub him into his body, the young man was originally taller than him, although his figure was thin, but he was extremely fit, he had to slightly Only by leaning back can he bear the hug, but when he moved, the boy's hands around his back and waist became tighter.

He vaguely felt that the long right hand holding the jade flute was gently rubbing against his waist, which contained infinite nostalgia, and rubbed his legs softly, "Xiao'er..." Ye Qingyi felt himself A little panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

He pushed Xuan Moxiao hard, and Xuan Moxiao's hot chest was separated from him for a moment, then pressed against him suddenly, and the wounded animal rubbed against his neck: "Uncle, don't push me away!" , I don't do anything, I just want to hug Master Uncle for a while..."

Ye Qingyi's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't understand what Xuan Moxiao meant by just hugging for a while.

"Xiao'er, are you drunk?" Ye Qingyi tried to wake up Xuan Moxiao, "Since you are drunk, the uncle asked you to let the senior brother make hangover soup, okay?"

Xuan Moxiao remained silent, he hugged Ye Qingyi quietly, and sobbed in Ye Qingyi's ear seemingly.

Ye Qingyi's hand on Xuan Moxiao's shoulder trembled.

He, he cried?

Ye Qingyi turned his face to look at Xuan Moxiao, but only saw a pair of tightly closed eyes with trembling eyelashes, a pair of tight thin lips, and a clear and perfect jaw line. Looking at that Qingjun, extraordinary and charming face, he was in a daze for a moment, sighed slightly, gave up struggling, wrapped his arms around Xuan Moxiao's body, and patted his back lightly a few times.

"In the past half month, you have had ups and downs. You have experienced too much. You are tired and scared, aren't you?"

Xuan Moxiao didn't say yes or no, but hugged Ye Qingyi even tighter.

Ye Qingyi took a light breath: "You are a child of the Xi family, the disciple of Daoist Cang Qi, the proud son of heaven, and you have been wronged for so many years. We, the elders, are the ones who are sorry for you. Now that you are Recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, whether it is in the Cold Crystal Valley, Yuqiong Mountain, or Lihua Palace, there is a place for you, but you have to be careful about climbing high and falling, the more dazzling your position, the more people are staring at you , you must be careful in doing things in the future, don't be anxious and domineering like your master."

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Moxiao gripped Ye Qingyi's nightgown tightly, "Uncle Master, you know, these are not what I want."

Ye Qingyi paused after hearing the words: "Then... what do you want?"

Xuan Moxiao took a deep breath in Ye Qingyi's arms: "Xiao'er...want Master Uncle..."

Ye Qingyi froze all over.

He immediately thought of some bad things, but in the next second, Xuan Moxiao slowly raised his head and said, "I want my uncle to be happy and peaceful."

Ye Qingyi stared at Xuan Moxiao's drunken eyes, her heart pounding.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Moxiao straightened up slowly, raised his hand to brush away the broken hair in front of Ye Qingyi's face, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Qingyi lowered her eyes in a panic, forced a smile and said, "Uncle Master is fine."

Xuan Moxiao stared at Ye Qingyi faintly, his eyes were clearly more pure than the moonlight outside the window, but Ye Qingyi felt an invisible sense of oppression, he was helped by Xuan Moxiao to sit on the edge of the bed, watching Seeing Xuan Moxiao kneeling obediently in front of her as before, she raised her head and looked at herself devoutly.

Ye Qingyi felt that his chest was stuffy, as if he was hiding a monster that would tear his chest at any time, he raised his hand and rubbed Xuan Moxiao's hair, and asked puzzledly: "Xiao'er, What happened to you?"

Xuan Moxiao smiled, he grabbed Ye Qingyi's wrist, put his hands tightly on his chest, and whispered: "Uncle Master, this disciple just misses you."

"Miss me?" Ye Qingyi was suspicious, "Didn't we meet almost every day?"

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao's eyes dimmed slightly, "I see you every day, but I still miss it."

Ye Qingyi frowned and looked at Xuan Moxiao, really didn't know what to say.

Xuan Moxiao didn't speak anymore, he looked at Ye Qingyi silently for a while, then stood up, and supported Ye Qingyi to lie on the bed.

He covered the quilt for Ye Qingyi, put down the bed curtain, walked lightly to the low couch in front of the bed and sat down, and pulled out Yuxiao from his waist.

"Uncle, let Xiaoer play the flute for you, okay?"

Ye Qingyi looked at Xuan Moxiao through the light golden bed curtain: "Okay."

Xuan Moxiao nodded and smiled, holding the long flute under the shadow of the moon...

Ye Qingyi's tense heart relaxed a little bit as the flute sounded in his ears.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the handsome figure in front of the bed, unknowingly fell into a dream...

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In the dark and cold underground palace, candles were flickering, and strange sounds kept coming.

Two slender figures stood side by side in front of the stone platform, raised their heads, and stared at the broken sword above the stone platform.

"What do you think? Acknowledge his son as a godson? What, you want to hand over the Lihua Palace?" the man in the black cloak asked.

Beside him stood the orchid branch and jade tree, the noble and refined Su Mengze.

The starlight in Su Mengze's eyes disappeared in the dim candlelight, replaced by an oppressive coldness, he looked at Can Jian and smiled: "Are you fine? I asked you to clean up people, but you let Gu people kill people. Now , this matter has caused a disturbance all over the city and everyone knows about it, how do you plan to end it?"

The man's eyes darkened, and he said angrily: "My baby hasn't tasted the fishy smell for a long time, and it's inevitable to lose control for a while. But you don't need to recognize that evildoer as your godson, do you?"

"Otherwise, how do you treat it?" Su Mengze said coldly, "He revealed his life experience in front of so many people, and ruthlessly put me in the army. Do you want me to put him in front of Qing Yi and others? Catch it?"

The man's eyes rolled slightly, and he remained silent.

Su Mengze snorted, and said depressingly: "Everyone knows that Xi Muyao and I are bosom friends. Isn't it obvious what I should do to win people's hearts? As for that child, heh, he's just a brat, and now he's fallen into trouble again." It's under my nose, when and how to deal with him, isn't it just a matter of my words, there is nothing to worry about."

"You are very meticulous in your calculations." The man smiled, he turned around and walked in front of Su Mengze, staring into Su Mengze's eyes and said, "I really like you for being so hypocritical. Ye Qingyi is gone, and my family background, appearance and figure are also first-class, I will follow you, okay?"

Su Mengze slightly raised the corners of her lips: "Do you want to follow me?"

"Yes." The man stuck it up, and his red lips brushed against Su Mengze's ears provocatively, "Ye Qingyi is not suitable for you, you are so bad, you should be with me."

Su Mengze smiled with a rippling face, raised his hand to hook the man's chin, and said quietly: "Your senior sister... the bones are not cold, are you sure you want to recommend yourself as a pillow, and the female will lie under me?"

The man on Su Mengze's chest trembled.

The tenderness and sweetness in the eyes dissipated instantly, and the cold hatred covered the whole face.

Seeing the drastic change in the expression of the man in his arms, Su Mengze was very satisfied. He smiled and patted the man's face: "Recognize who you are, stop wishful thinking, and don't compare you with Qing Yi, you really don't deserve it." .”

With that said, he pushed the man away and left the underground palace without looking back.

"Su, Meng, Ze..."

The man gritted his teeth and stared at Su Mengze's leaving back, and fiercely blasted a ball of spiritual flames at Can Jian: "——Ah!!!"

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The next day, Ye Qingyi had a rare late sleep.

When he woke up, Xuan Moxiao was no longer there, and there were only a few dead leaves on the low couch in front of the bed. No one knew where the young man playing the flute had gone.

Ye Qingyi looked at those few dead leaves, feeling a little emptiness in his heart.

He fell asleep listening to the sound of the flute last night. He slept soundly and deeply, as if he had fallen into a coma. They floated into his heart together, and he fell into a trap without knowing it.

Xuan Moxiao, who was drunk, was pitiful and cute.

After lunch and medicine, Ye Qingyi, accompanied by Rong Lian, went to Lihua Palace.

Early in the morning, Su Mengze sent a message to invite him to Lihua Palace for a talk. Ye Qingyi couldn't refuse, so he had to accept the invitation. Unexpectedly, Su Mengze took him to the palace that was built with the flint of the demon clan. into a small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Ye Qingyi saw a slender, upright and refreshed young man directing his servants to hang a plaque. The young master who caught people's attention was actually Xuan Moxiao.

He was wearing a black brocade robe, with a jade ring on his waist, and a long flute in his hand. His black hair was high and clean, and Ye Qingyi stared blankly at Xuan Moxiao dressed in this way, and couldn't help thinking, that thin and frail young man, I have grown up unconsciously.

"Xiao'er." Ye Qingyi stared at Xuan Moxiao intently, "Are you here too?"

Xuan Moxiao walked up to Ye Qingyi step by step, nodded and smiled: "Father, uncle, you are here."

Ye Qingyi was puzzled: "Xiao'er, what are you doing in this yard?"

Xuan Moxiao's expression was lonely for a moment, and when he was about to answer, Su Mengze said, "Qing Yi, I called Mo Xiao."

He pushed Ye Qingyi to the attic where the plaque was hung, pointed to the plaque made of mahogany and said, "Qingzexuan, Qingyi, do you think this name is good?"

Qing Zexuan...

Ye Qingyi twitched uncomfortably in his heart, and said dumbly, "Okay."

Xuan Moxiao's eyes trembled as he stood behind Ye Qingyi.

"Let's go, let's go inside and have a look." Su Mengze didn't realize it, and pulled Ye Qingyi inside and out to watch: "Qingzexuan has been completely built, our marriage is coming soon, during this time, you will move to Qing Zexuan lives here, see what is not pleasing to the eye, I am not used to it, I will send someone to change it, after all, you and I will live here for a long time."

Ye Qingyi absent-mindedly listened to Su Mengze's words, all his heart was on Xuan Moxiao who was following behind them. No one dares to look directly.

It's just that he doesn't seem happy...

The Qingze Pavilion built by Flint is naturally extremely warm. Su Mengze deliberately built a warm spring, raised some cranes, and planted orchids everywhere in the courtyard. Ye Qingyi walked into the main courtyard to see the flowers. As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, Su Mengsheng exaggeratedly said: "In ancient times, there was a golden house to hide beauty, but now there is a stone room to hide beauty. My elder brother wants to marry Junior Brother Ye into the house early, but I can't hide it."

After finishing speaking, I laughed out loud.

Hua Zichen, Du Zhong, Xi Muhai and Tan Yuxiang who were sitting with him looked at him expressionlessly.

Ye Qingyi never expected that Su Mengsheng and the others were here, and was a little surprised for a moment, and said in a daze: "This..."

"Oh, I invited everyone here to brainstorm and see what needs to be improved." Su Mengze was busy.

Ye Qingyi nodded, walked over to Hua Zichen's side in a daze, and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Xuan Moxiao came over and offered him a cup of hot tea, and stood behind him and Su Mengze, and the others were fine. Xi Muhai's face turned blue almost immediately, and he got up to leave: " Mr. Mengze, Mr. Xi has already visited the garden. Mr. Xi is telling the truth. Mr. Xi has never seen such a beautiful garden as warm as the scorching sun in his life. Except for admiration, it is admiration. Fault. It is really useless for Mr. Mengze to invite Xi to come, and Xi doesn't want to bother, so he left for the time being."

"Gu Master, don't go." Su Mengze personally poured a cup of tea for Xi Muhai, "I invite all of you to come, one is to see if there are any flaws in this garden, and the other is to discuss important matters."

Hearing this, Xi Muhai had no choice but to sit down, with his eyes drooping tightly, blocking Xuan Moxiao from his sight.

Su Mengsheng glanced at Xi Muhai, smiled lightly, and said to Ye Qingyi: "Junior Brother Ye, do you like the stone garden my elder brother prepared for you?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingyi frowned.

The smile on Su Mengsheng's face immediately froze, and she looked at Ye Qingyi helplessly: "Junior Brother Ye?"

Ye Qingyi's brows frowned even tighter, Xuan Moxiao saw it, and couldn't help clenching his hands tightly.

"Qingyi?" Seeing Ye Qingyi's preoccupied look, Su Mengze hurriedly approached and asked, "Qingyi, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Or...don't like this garden?"

Ye Qingyi sighed slightly, it wasn't that he was unwell, nor did he have any objections to this garden, he was just a little irritable.

He always knew that he was going to marry Su Mengze sooner or later, instead of forming a Taoist couple, this was the fate of the original owner, and it was also his fate. Su Mengze is a dragon and a phoenix among people. As others have said, he is really a good match. For this marriage, He has never paid much attention to it. He always feels that the days are still long, and it will not be too late to solve it when the time comes. Unexpectedly, Su Mengze is so anxious that he wants to keep him by his side before the wedding date.

But he still likes Yuqiong Mountain and the days spent in Yilanxuan.

"Meng Zejun, I want to...postpone your and my wedding date." Ye Qingyi said coldly.

These words are like a slap in the face of Su Mengze, who has always been gentle and refined, rarely showed a sullen expression in front of everyone: "What did you say?"

The people present looked at each other in blank dismay, let alone drinking tea, they didn't even dare to speak.

As for Xuan Moxiao, he had already turned pale behind Ye Qingyi.

Ye Qingyi was not in a hurry, since he had made up his mind, he would never change it: "I said, I want to postpone your and my wedding."

Su Mengze stared at Ye Qingyi quietly, raised her body slightly and said, "Qingyi, what's wrong with you? Is it because I didn't do well that it made you unhappy?"

"No." Ye Qingyi said sincerely, "Meng Zejun, don't think too much, you haven't done anything wrong, and I am also very satisfied with this garden. The reason why I want to postpone the wedding is because I am not in good health. It's bad luck to marry. Besides, the evil spirits who have caused disasters to the world have not been eliminated, and the evil spirits who have committed murders have not been cleared up. It seems a little inappropriate to arrange marriage at this time, and I... don't feel at ease."

"Really?" Su Mengsheng asked in disbelief.

"Senior Brother Ye's health is really not very good." Du Zhong said coldly, "The blood-continuing grass planted by my brother will mature in the next year. I want to take Senior Brother Ye back to Fanxiang Valley to recuperate for a few months. Make up for the shortfall."

"Then it's better to let Junior Brother Ye take care of his body before marrying here." Hua Zichen said lightly, "In this way, I can feel relieved, and Meng Zejun can also rest assured. Besides, the evil has not been eliminated. Mengze Jun might as well get rid of the evil as soon as possible. In the future Marrying Junior Brother Ye, he can accompany Junior Brother Ye peacefully, right?"

Su Mengze had no expression and listened to Du Zhong and Hua Zichen's words. After listening, he smiled lightly: "Since it's what Qing Yi meant, how dare I not listen."

In an instant, he returned to his usual gentle and considerate appearance, gently held Ye Qingyi's hand and said, "It's my incompetence that failed to give Qingyi a peaceful world, so let's postpone the wedding according to Qingyi's words." .”

Ye Qingyi felt relieved, and nodded to Su Mengze contentedly.

Xuan Moxiao's tightly clenched hands relaxed little by little amid Ye Qingyi's smile.

"So, let's talk about the business." Su Mengze still held Ye Qingyi's hand, and said to everyone with a smile, "As for those monsters, Mo Xiao has already thought of an excellent way to deal with them. Listen to it and see if this method is feasible."

Then he waved at Xuan Moxiao: "Mo Xiao, explain your thoughts in detail."

For a whole hour, Ye Qingyi's hand was tightly held by Su Mengze.

A group of people finally made up a plan to get rid of the demon, and then they left Qingzexuan in twos and threes.Ye Qingyi originally wanted to go with Du Zhong, but Su Mengze came over and said, "Qingyi, let me take you back."

Ye Qingyi just refuted Su Mengze's face in front of so many people, and Su Mengze graciously accepted his "unreasonable" request, so he didn't make things difficult any more, and nodded in agreement.

He walked down the stone steps slowly, only to see Xuan Moxiao escorting Xi Muhai and Tan Yuxiang away.

With Xuan Moxiao following behind, Xi Muhai was really like a light on his back, walking fast on his feet, wishing to throw Xuan Moxiao away immediately, but Xuan Moxiao followed him unhurriedly, like someone who couldn't get rid of him. same tail.

Xi Muhai was very angry, stopped and said: "Why are you following me?"

Xuan Moxiao smiled and said: "Nephew just wants to send uncle back to his room to rest, why is uncle so nervous?"

Xi Muhai's face froze: "I'm nervous? Why am I nervous? I just don't want you to follow me!"

As he spoke, he walked a few steps quickly, turned his head, and realized that Xuan Moxiao really hadn't followed him, he was a little surprised for a moment, squinted his eyes, and looked at Xuan Moxiao in surprise.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Xuan Moxiao sneered, "Don't uncle like me to follow?"

Xi Muhai looked at the cold smile of the young boy in front of him, but he couldn't associate him with the weak boy who was starving in the Frost Crystal Valley.

"You don't have to follow me!" Xi Muhai said angrily, "I don't owe you, let alone your father!"

After all, he left angrily.

Xuan Moxiao squinted his eyes looking at Xi Muhai's fleeing back.

Behind him stood Tan Yuxiang with a sweaty face. He was fat and was extremely afraid of heat. After staying in Qingzexuan built by Huoshi for nearly two hours, his fat was almost roasted.

Seeing this, Xuan Moxiao took out a clean handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to Tan Yuxiang: "Master Tan is sweating a lot, wipe it off quickly."

Tan Yuxiang carefully sized Xuan Moxiao's eyes, and took the handkerchief over.

"It's too hot, it's too hot, what, I'll go back and take a shower..."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to run away, Xuan Moxiao didn't stop him, but lowered his voice and said: "You are so afraid of him, he made you roast in the flint room, and you roasted, don't you know how to resist? "

Tan Yuxiang was startled when he heard the words, he clearly heard Xuan Moxiao's words, but he asked ignorantly as if he didn't hear them: "What did you say?"

Xuan Moxiao knew he was pretending to be confused: "It's okay, let me say...thank you."

Tan Yuxiang was surprised again.

He wiped his sweat in a panic, and murmured: "Thank you? What's there to thank, if you didn't trust me, listen to me and return the Yuanmu stone to me, I can't help you even if I want to help you."

Xuan Moxiao's gaze sank: "So, why did you help me?"

Tan Yuxiang slowly stopped wiping his sweat.

"Why? How can there be so many reasons? I, Tan Yuxiang, speak lightly, and Fengdaomen is a shaky little sect. I can't afford to offend anyone including you, so I have formed a good relationship."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at Xuan Moxiao with a smirk, and left Lihua Palace with oil on his feet.

After sending Ye Qingyi back to Qinfangju, Su Mengze did not leave in a hurry.

He followed Ye Qingyi into the house, sat on Ye Qingyi's bed, ignored Rong Lian, and pulled Ye Qingyi into his arms.

Ye Qingyi turned pale with shock, Rong Lian also turned pale with fright, staring blankly at Su Mengze, not knowing what to do.

"What are you doing here in a daze? Go out and watch, and don't allow anyone to come in." Su Mengze ordered with a blank expression.

Rong Lian left angrily, and as soon as the door closed, Su Mengze immediately pressed Ye Qingyi under her body.

Ye Qingyi lost his mind, stared at Su Mengze and said, "Mengze Jun, what are you doing?"

Su Mengze clasped Ye Qingyi's wrist with one hand, and gently touched his face with the other: "Qingyi, tell me the truth, it's fine, why do you postpone the wedding, do you... have someone else in your heart?"

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