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

In the early morning, the sky suddenly broke, and the misty and light clouds lingered between the mountains.

it's too early...

Song Bihui naturally stretched out his hand to hug the person around him, but unexpectedly, the embrace was empty in an instant, and he opened his eyes clearly at that moment.

A corner of the brocade quilt around him was slightly lifted, but the person was missing, the gauze curtain in front of the bed was gently blown by the breeze, and the room was silent.

"Xianjun, I will put this crescent silk in a jade box for you." The maid carefully held the crescent silk and asked Jiang Yufeng in a low voice who was sitting in front of the mirror.

"Okay." But Jiang Yufeng just opened his mouth lightly, then turned his head a little, and asked as if remembering something, "Is this sent by the head?"

"Yes, Xianjun, it was sent with your suit." The maid said respectfully.

Then there is a lot of tricks here, Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, but didn't ask any more questions.

He allowed the maids to untie his hair and combed it carefully. Just as he was about to start braiding his hair, he saw a figure slowly approaching from outside the door.

"Master." A moment later, Song Bihui's indifferent voice rang outside the door.

It really was this person.

The corners of Jiang Yufeng's mouth curled up unconsciously at the moment, but his tone was still not emotionally ups and downs, "Good apprentice, why do you want to find a teacher?"

Outside the house, Song Bihui seemed to push the door lightly, but failed to open it. Now he knew that Jiang Yufeng had put a curse on the door in advance, and it should be deliberately teasing him.

"I'm changing clothes and washing up." Jiang Yufeng said slowly again, "The banishment feast is about to start today, why are you still here?"

Song Bihui didn't answer, but silently leaned against the door, expressing his displeasure with his back.

Why is this child acting like a baby to himself in the morning?

"Go and see what he's wearing today." Jiang Yufeng raised his head and waved to the maid, whispering.

The maid nodded anxiously, then stepped forward and opened the door very carefully, and quickly took a look at Song Bihui who was standing at the door.

She had never dared to look at Zeshan's Tianheng Xianjun so blatantly in the past, but now that she looked carefully, she felt like a heavenly being.

The man's tall nose bridge and pursed thin lips seemed to be carved out of jade, delicate and handsome, and his pair of deep and indifferent peach blossom eyes were like ink stains, as if just looking at it could hook a person's soul away.

He was wearing a golden pink black robe today, as if he came in a hurry, and he didn't put on an extra crane cloak. He just stood alone in the bleak wind with an indifferent face. The crane made her heart beat faster.

She had to take a quick look, and then closed the door very quickly.

Song Bihui: "?"

"Xian, Xianjun, today Tianheng Xianjun only wore a black gold-sprinkled robe and a black jade crown." The maid said respectfully to Jiang Yu, but her voice was trembling.

"What is he doing in black at the banquet? It's still so cold." Jiang Yufeng frowned slightly, and raised his hand to signal the maid who braided his hair to stop first and get up.

"You can clearly undo my curse, but you deliberately tricked me into opening it yourself." He said slowly, with a helpless smile in his tone, "You still have so little clothes on, so hurry up and enter the house."

"You left early in the morning, and now you shut me out again, do you dislike me?"

Song Bihui looked at him dissatisfied, the man's voice was low, and in the light wind, he even felt an indescribable sense of loss.

It seems to be complaining that the lover has changed his mind.

Jiang Yufeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously. He didn't expect Song Bihui to be so straightforward today. He felt his heart beat faster and his breathing became difficult for a while, "I don't like you, stop making trouble, come in quickly."

If Song Bihui knew that he was going back to the Zhesui Palace early in the morning, he would definitely hold back for a long time to prevent him from leaving. When the time was set in the morning, it might not be until noon.

It's just that he didn't expect Song Bihui to wake up so early. He obviously woke up a lot earlier on purpose, and even completely disappeared his breath, but Song Bihui chased after him within a cup of tea.

"Take out my cloak and give it to Tianheng Xianjun." Jiang Yufeng said slowly to the maid beside him.

The maid nodded quickly and went behind the screen.

But Song Bihui just kept staring at his drooping long hair, and said solemnly, "I want to give you..."

But before he finished speaking, Jiang Yufeng resolutely refused, "No, you don't want to."

Song Bihui: "..."

"Hands are so cold, take my little heater and cover it first." Jiang Yufeng stepped forward and squeezed Song Bihui's hand.

His fingers are well-knit, long and thin, and the fingertips are covered with a thin layer of calluses, which should be left over from years of sword practice. It is a bit rough when kneaded, but it is very comfortable.

Song Bihui came here wearing single clothes before, but now in late autumn, the weather is getting colder and colder, he just stayed outside the door for a short while, and his body is not very warm.

"Why did you leave first in the morning?" Song Bihui sat next to Jiang Yufeng, and the maids continued to take care of Jiang Yufeng's hair crown.

"I don't want to wake you up, you can sleep a little longer." Jiang Yufeng said softly, looking at him with a smile on his side, "Are you angry?"

"No, it's just that I'm worried about you." Song Bihui said softly.

This made Jiang Yufeng stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. No one had ever said such intimate words to him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

But this person spoke in an extremely natural and serious way, which made him feel like he was overthinking.

Why did this little bastard keep talking about love recently, and who did he learn it from?Jiang Yufeng thought suspiciously, and silently turned his face away.

This man made him a little overwhelmed.

When he was alone at that time, although he had brothers and sisters and Immortal Master Huai Ling who cared about him, they couldn't get to such a close level.

No one had ever stayed with him day and night, sleeping on the same couch, and naturally no one would chase him after he went out during the day and tell him that he was always remembered.

Song Bihui usually seems to be the most indifferent and sober person, and he cultivates even more ruthless way, abandoning the love between men and women.

Therefore, Jiang Yufeng can't understand this person's mind, but he can clearly feel Song Bihui's special treatment for him, but he doesn't know whether it is the relationship between master and apprentice, or...

He was almost taken aback by his own thoughts.

Why does he think about these messy things?It's because he's been restless recently.

……

At noon, cloud cars from various sects came to Zeshan one after another.

As soon as Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes, he saw a large group of people coming from the edge of the cloud, and felt as if he saw a large dense grasshopper.

I am speechless now.

"Will there be rewards for the top [-] disciples at today's banquet?" Qiao Xuan sat on the steps, propped her head and watched the waiters around her come and go to take care of the banquet, "I've been too unlucky recently, so I don't Do something nice to make me happy?"

"There will be rewards." Zhong Huaixu happened to pass by him, she said in a warm voice, but suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said, "But why are you here, I remember that the lecture in the morning is not over yet."

Seeing Zhong Huaixu, Qiao Xuan was almost dumbfounded immediately. He lowered his head silently, trying to use this completely useless method to make Zhong Huaixu let him go.

"If you play truant, you'll have to go to the Hall of Punishment to withhold your knowledge, and it seems like you'll have to clean the mountain gate for ten years." Zhong Huaixu naturally wouldn't be coaxed by this way of pretending to be pitiful, and then he opened his mouth lightly.

"No, Senior Sister, I just went to the Hall of Punishment a few days ago, and the elders of the Hall of Punishment will know me." Qiao Xuan was about to collapse.

Why every time he did something quietly, he would always be caught one by one. First, he was detained by Immortal Tianheng, and today he was caught playing truant by Senior Sister Huai Xu.

He obviously only does this occasionally, but now it seems that he is doing bad things day and night.

Some time ago, he also saw the elders of the Hall of Punishment give him a few meaningful glances on the road. If he recorded it, then all his poor monthly records would be deducted.

"Why did you go to the Hall of Punishment and Punishment a few days ago?" Zhong Huaixu asked him with some surprise. On weekdays, some patrolling disciples usually don't grab the disciples and ask them to go to the Hall of Punishment. At most, they just remind them a few words. .

Why did Qiao Xuan go to that place several times in succession?

"A few days ago, Immortal Tianheng..." He grimaced, "I called Jiang Chuan twice, and he caught me. Jiang Chuan was so pitiful, but he was still a disciple who stayed by his side all the time. Why? He's not at all..."

Zhong Huaixu fell silent when he heard the word "Jiangchuan".

She almost forgot that only a few of them knew about this matter in private, and the other students didn't know the truth.

However, Qiao Xuan was really unlucky, she blatantly called Zhe Sui Xianjun, and was bumped by her senior brother. Isn't this jumping back and forth on Song Bihui's bottom line?

It would be strange for Song Bihui to let him go.

Zhong Huaixu looked at the silly boy sympathetically, and said softly, "Forget it, you can go back to the Xiuxue Palace first, and Jiang Chuanyi doesn't need to ask in advance."

"He really..." Qiao Xuan covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes turned red.

Zhong Huaixu didn't know what the child was imagining, and seeing him running away alone sadly, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Maybe I can only persuade him to look away as soon as possible.