After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Song Bihui's eyes widened almost instantly, he even let go of Jiang Yufeng in a panic, moved back a few steps in a hurry, and almost hit the bedpost.

He stared at Jiang Yufeng in disbelief, like a chaste woman who had been treated lightly, his expression was blank at the moment.

Jiang Yufeng had never seen Song Bihui like this before, so he chuckled softly at that moment.

His pair of snow-white feet were still hanging casually in front of the couch, and the frosty moonlight peeking in from the window fell on his soft long hair, and when he smiled, he seemed like a quiet peach blossom pond.

He must still be dreaming, Jiang Yufeng hadn't been in Tianzhu at that time... He stared blankly at the person in front of him.

I just feel that everything is like an illusion.

In countless dreams, apart from the figure of the decisive back leaving with the sword in hand, there is also the lonely look in that person's eyes when he fell into the sky.

Or break free from the desperate situation of the dream, but when he wakes up from the dream, he hears the news that he is going to get married, and the fiery red marriage letter that was finally delivered to him.

Everything is heartbreaking pain.

It's rare to meet a good dream, but the man's sweet words made him feel confused at the moment.

Song Bihui hadn't recovered yet, but Jiang Yufeng curled up a little in front of him.

Now it's the end of autumn, and the night is even more bleak and chilly. When he came, he didn't think about anything at all, just passed by in the wind wearing thin clothes.

At that time, the two were close together, and he hadn't felt the cold yet, but now the man was far away from him, and he felt the wind from the window pouring into his sleeves, which made him shrink back a bit.

"Come in." Song Bihui opened his mouth softly, and lifted the brocade quilt a little.

Jiang Yufeng has almost gotten used to it after so many times, and now it is very natural to switch to the inner side of the bed and get into the quilt.

The warm body temperature nestled around his body, making him bury him involuntarily.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Song Bihui frowned slightly, hesitantly asked him in a low voice.

"Huh?" Jiang Yufeng didn't know why Song Bihui cared about this so much.

He is not a lady in the boudoir, and he doesn't have to worry about others seeing his feet.

He is a big man, and it was common for him to fish barefoot with Immortal Master Huai Ling when he was a child, not to mention that he only walked a short distance to Song Bi to return to the palace now.

However, Song Bihui seemed to really care more about etiquette and rules, maybe he was a little out of line like this, which made this person disgusted.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Bihui's expression, but saw that he had a gloomy face, and he said unnaturally, "It's cold, you come here with bare feet...you pay it back, you pay it back..."

Song Bihui felt that his heart was in a mess.

Why did he come barefoot?Did this person do it on purpose?Or is he thinking too much, why does he look so fragile and attractive?Were you seen by others on the way here?

All the questions swirled in his mind like a tangle of threads, which made him extremely entangled and headache.

What is going on now?

"Go back. What are you worrying about?" Jiang Yufeng said suddenly, "Do you think it's still a dream?"

Song Bihui fell silent. He hoped that this was just a dream, but also expected it to be real.

"My bed was crushed, can I be here tonight?" Jiang Yufeng said lightly again, he didn't even bother to make up excuses now.

The wood used in Zeshan is all high-quality wood, and the craftsmanship is all excellent. How can it be said that it will collapse?

But Song Bihui was almost getting used to this person talking nonsense every time he opened his eyes.

"I'm here tonight to talk with you by candlelight." Jiang Yufeng said calmly.

"What about the candle?" Song Bihui asked coldly.

"The candle is too bright, so we will omit it. We only talk at night." The man pulled his hair behind his ears, and directed Song Bihui very naturally, "Let's put the gauze down first."

How did this man feel that the bed belonged to him, Song Bihui was silent for a while, and finally put down the gauze curtain for him.

"Let me ask you, why do you think that the person who saved you during the plague was Qiao He?" Jiang Yufeng opened his mouth softly, "Is it just because that person told you that he was Qiao He?"

"What do you mean?" Song Bihui suddenly didn't understand what this man meant, and what he wanted to do. After a while, he opened his mouth and said coldly, "That's not the case, he also has something I am familiar with."

Now Jiang Yufeng was stunned, "Familiar?"

"I saw the jade pendant around his waist back then." Song Bihui's deep voice rang softly in a small corner, "Why do you ask this?"

"Jade... storage jade?" Jiang Yufeng suddenly came to his senses.

Song Bihui nodded silently, but the man smiled helplessly again, and took out a small and clear jade from his bosom.

It was exactly the same as the one he saw Qiao He wearing.

"Ah!?" Song Bihui was stunned at the time, "Why are you here again?"

But Jiang Yufeng just shook his head with a faint smile, and said slowly, "We have three brothers and sisters who have this jade, and it was left to us by your ancestor Huai Ling. If you recognize someone with this jade, why not Didn't you say that Yao Ye was also the one who saved you?"

He looked at Song Bihui who was at a loss in his eyes, and closed his eyes slightly.

After being silent for a long time, I calmly opened my mouth again, "I'm sorry, I promised to lead you into my way personally, but I made a slip of the tongue and failed to protect you. It's all my teacher's fault."

Jiang Yufeng paused, "But as I said, I will definitely remember you, and I will definitely take you into my sect. It is useless for anyone to snatch you away. I have not broken my promise on this matter. It's just that the story is intricate and complicated. I want to slow down. Slow to tell you..."

Zhong Yaoye went to Zhesui Hall early in the morning, the more she thought about it along the way, the more aggrieved and sad, she just wanted to see her little brother early, but when she suddenly opened the door, the hall was silent and empty.

What about people?

In an instant, she felt that all the emotions she had brewed were gone.

"Where is the other person!" Zhong Yaoye rushed into Qiao He's hall and began to cry, "Why is the other person gone?"

Qiao He was confused by this endless sentence, and it took him a moment to realize that what Zhong Yaoye said might be Jiangyu Feng.

"Your little senior brother seems to have to go back last night. Haven't you come back yet? You go to Tianheng Hall to have a look?" Qiao He comforted the person in front of him in a gentle voice, still obsessed with what Elder Xingmu said Headache.

But with Jiangyu Feng, he should still think of other ways to wake up Song Bihui.

"Then do you have to watch people overnight?" Zhong Yaoye asked through gritted teeth.

Qiao He: "..."

When Jiang Yufeng woke up in the morning, Song Bihui was still sleeping beside him. It was rare for him to wake up earlier than this person today, but he didn't want to get up so early.

Outside the couch was the drizzle of autumn rain, quiet and cold, he shrank into the brocade quilt, but felt Song Bihui's warm body leaning against him, pressing down on his cuffs.

"Uh..." I can't move, this little bastard.

Jiang Yufeng twitched his cuffs helplessly, only to find that the man didn't move at all.

"Wake up and pretend to be asleep." After a while, he opened his mouth lightly, and saw Song Bihui's deep eyes slowly opened with a slight smile.

"It was you who woke me up." Song Bihui said coldly, but the villain complained first.

"Okay." Jiang Yufeng snorted deliberately, "Then you continue to sleep, I'll get up..."

But Song Bihui was only silent for a while, then approached silently, and directly pressed his sleeves under his body.

This person really did it on purpose.

"Are you hungry?" Song Bihui hurriedly changed the subject.

"Who are you asking?" Jiang Yufeng's tone was still indifferent, and he turned his face away silently.

He has taken up the title of such a master, so he must not waste it, it is always interesting to tease this person.

Song Bihui: "..."

He spent several hours last night digesting and saving him when he was a child, accepting him as a disciple, and those who endured endless curses for him were all the people in front of him.

Affecting his mood and affecting his choice, it was Jiangyu style from beginning to end.

This made him almost have endless doubts about life.

For several years, he regarded Qiao He as that person, respecting and maintaining him, but he was always attracted by Jiang Yufeng's attention and eyes. He longed to get close to this person, but he was always hurt and never got a response. .

What Xiao Jie said is right, he loves and hates only one person, but he has not been able to love him for several years.

It's just that he is avoiding his own heart, pretending to be indifferent.

This person is the obsession with the inner demon that he can never escape. Fate has made them struggle for so long in pain and misunderstanding, and it is only at this moment that they feel close.

"Master, are you hungry?" Song Bihui propped himself up, staring at Jiang Yufeng's side face from top to bottom.

His hair was hanging down, and he looked no longer as cold and unkind as usual, but instead revealed a kind of natural gentleness and intimacy.

Jiang Yufeng didn't expect this person to be so obedient today, and finally turned around happily, "My boy, what are we going to eat today?"

"Uh..." When Zhong Yaoye came to Tianheng Hall with a gloomy face, the two bastards were sitting opposite each other, eating breakfast peacefully.

Song Bihui took off the lid of a small orange and plump persimmon, and handed a small spoon to Jiang Yufeng.

I also specifically asked him to say that this product is cold in nature, so eat less.

They are now eating and drinking happily, not knowing that the world of cultivating immortals has been in such a hurry a few days ago.

"Junior sister? Come on?" Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes and suddenly saw her, and even waved to her immediately.

But Song Bihui just looked back at her indifferently, then turned his head and continued to arrange Jiang Yufeng.

Zhong Yaoye clenched his teeth angrily, "What's the matter with you two?"

"Ah?" Jiang Yufeng looked at her innocently while holding the little persimmon.

"When did you guys hook up! Didn't you all deal with it? You lied to me!"

Zhong Yaoye felt that she had been deceived endlessly. Fortunately, she sincerely thought that Song Bihui was going to kill his senior brother, but the two of them had colluded together behind her back.

What Taoist couple, what Jiangchuan.

It's all to coax her.

No wonder, no wonder these two got along so naturally in Yishuitan, they were acquaintances from the beginning!

After a cup of tea, Zhong Yaoye fiercely bit the Qingze flower cake in his hand, while staring at Song Bihui unkindly, with a resentful expression on his face that his cabbage had been gouged by a pig.

But Song Bihui didn't bother to talk to her, and just added another bowl of laurel sweet soup to Jiang Yufeng.

"Me too!" Zhong Yaoye said angrily.

"You're not without hands." Song Bihui said coldly.

Jiang Yufeng: "..."

Why are these two fighting again?