Dressed as a Grass GL

Guanlan took a deep breath, feeling mad inside: "Auntie asked if Xizhou hugged your mother, not you."

Why was the child panting so much when she spoke, her heart almost reached her throat.

Xiao Xing raised her eyes and thought for a while, did the beautiful aunt and mother hug each other?

Guanlan looked eagerly at the child in her arms, but did not hear an answer for a long time.

She gritted her teeth secretly, and smiled again on her face: "Can't Xinghui remember, we Xinghui are so smart, we must know it, right?"

Xiao Xing reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, her tone was slightly lost: "But I can't remember."

Guanlan forced a smile and didn't want to talk anymore.

Seeing that she was silent, Xiao Xing wanted to get off the swing: "I want to find my mother."

Guanlan let go of her and put her on the ground, sighed: "Then you go by yourself, Senior Sister is in the room."

Just now, when she pushed the door, it seemed as if she was blocked by something invisible. The child couldn't get in unless he asked to open the door.

However, after a few breaths, she watched Xiao Xing push the door in without hindrance, and did not forget to close the door behind her.

She is the only one who can stop her.

Guanlan gritted her teeth, it's fine if she can't live in this yard, she's afraid her heart won't be able to bear it.

The autumn wind was rustling outside, under the purple gold cover, the room was as warm as spring.

As soon as Xiao Xinghui entered the door, he saw Xi Zhou.

She trotted over hurriedly: "The beautiful aunt is back, hug~"

Xi Zhou bent down to hug the little man, and couldn't help rubbing his cheeks against Xiao Xinghui's face. She looked too much like a senior sister, but her temperament was just the opposite. She was sweet and well-behaved. Such a good personality must be casual. she.

Xiao Xing also rubbed her face cooperatively, then turned to look at Zhai Wangyou who was sitting at the table, his Xing eyes recalled Guanlan's words.

"Is the beautiful aunt and mother hugging?"

When Xi Zhou heard the words, she panicked. She didn't mess around in front of her daughter, did she?Was it seen?

Zhai Wangyou's fingers trembled, he went to get the teapot on the table, and poured tea slowly: "It's getting late, Xinghui should go to bed."

Xi Zhou turned her head and glanced at the sky outside through the window. In broad daylight...

Little Xinghui's eyes were still flashing with curiosity: "Does pretty auntie like Xinghui?"

"I like it." Xi Zhou replied without thinking.

"What about Niangqin, does Auntie like Niangqin too?"

Xizhou was silent for a moment, then looked at Zhai Wangyou, the two met their eyes, and then dodged away inexplicably.

She looked at Xiao Xinghui in her arms, and said with a smile, "I like it."

Zhai Wangyou's fingers trembled slightly, and the water in the cup almost spilled out. She silently withdrew her hand, breathing lightly and slowly.

The sound of the heartbeat seems to jump to the ear

Boom-boom-boom, boom and boom...

Like it…

She said she likes it...

Xiaoxing looked back at Xizhou, and asked again: "If you like it, you should hug it. Why doesn't Auntie hug Mother?"

Xi Zhou looked at the little guy in his arms with gentle eyes, she was really her own daughter.

She hugged Xiao Xing with her left hand and went back behind Zhai Wangyou, stretched out her right hand to wrap around Zhai Wangyou's shoulder, with her fingers pointing upwards, they landed on the side of the neck covered by the smoky black hair.

"Xinghui is right. If you like it, you should hug it. Auntie likes you and your mother, so you have to hug her."

Zhai Wangyou froze and didn't dodge.

There are cool fingers on her neck, which is as white as frost and snow.

The index finger quietly draws a circle on it, light=light=soft=soft, bringing an unspeakable trembling=shudder.

The person with picturesque eyebrows still had a cold face, but his clear eyes were drooping, hiding an inexplicable fluctuation.

Zhai Wangyou raised his hand, held the hand that was restless on the side of his neck, and kept his tone calm: "Xinghui should go to sleep, good boy, I'll hug her at night."

"Okay, let's hug together tonight."

Xiao Xing tilted her head back and leaned on Xi Zhou's shoulder, staring at Zhai Wangyou's ear.

Subconsciously think: Why are mother's ears red?

The wind outside kept blowing, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became strange.

Xi Zhou was about to put Xiao Xing back to bed to put her to sleep, when she felt a change in the storage ring.

It is a communication jade talisman.

She glanced at Zhai Wangyou, and took it out without hesitation.

A sentence floated in the air in front of my eyes: Xi Zhou, are you free later?I have something important to discuss with you. When my courtyard is finished, come and sit down.

It's Zhou Zhouzi.

Zhai Wangyou's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes fell on Xi Zhou's face.

Xizhou looked over unconsciously, and his eyes intertwined.

For some reason, she felt a little inexplicably guilty: "I'll come as soon as I go."

Zhai Wangyou stared straight at her, pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, and said flatly, "Men and women are different."

"It's okay, this is on the North Mountain Peak, besides, he is different."

"What's different." Zhai Wangyou breathed slightly, different?

Xi Zhou hurriedly explained: "I just treat him as a sister, and he treats me as a brother."

This is the feeling between her and Zhou Zhouzi, so it should be nothing to meet in broad daylight. Besides, this is on the North Mountain Peak, so close to the elder sister, there is nothing to worry about.

Zhai Wangyou was startled, staring at Xizhou's face, not to mention that this person used to be charming and attractive, even with her charming and affectionate appearance now, which man would treat such a woman as a brother.

And still being alone...

She was silent and looked away: "I will go with you."

Xi Zhou froze for a moment: "No need, you can coax Xing back to sleep first, and I'll come as soon as I go, or let him come here to find me."

Ma'am, what are you worried about...

Zhai Wangyou lowered his eyes, stood up and hugged Xiaoxing back to the inner room.

"I was worrying too much, you go."

She seemed to be too nervous, and her mood was suddenly worrying about gain and loss, out of control.

At this time, you should calm down, at least don't think about it, yes, calm down...

The inner chamber door was closed from the inside.

Xi Zhou rubbed her eyebrows, why did she feel that the senior sister was weird and worried?not like.

She sat at the table and analyzed Zhai Wangyou's various reactions, and she first came to an outrageous conclusion, jealous?

The analysis is wrong, come again.

Just now, Senior Sister Cai gave off the feeling that she was a little uneasy, but it was not entirely...

what---

It's so difficult, a woman's heart is really a needle in the sea.

Although she is also a woman, she can't figure out what the elder sister is thinking!

Zhai Wangyou didn't come out after returning to the inner room, Xizhou sat alone for a while, carefully opened the door to look.

On the bed, the senior sister and Xiao Xinghui were lying together with their eyes closed, as if they were both asleep.

She closed the door gently again.

The door opened and closed, Zhai Wangyou opened his eyes, stared at the bed curtain, lost in thought.

As the evening approached, Xizhou came to the courtyard, Zhou Zhouzi's small courtyard was on the left, and Guanlan's was on the right.

Standing under the wall, she jumped up and landed in Zhou Zhouzi's small courtyard.

Zhou Zhouzi is in the yard.

"Isn't there a door?"

"Isn't this faster?" Xi Zhou shrugged. This is not only convenient, but also avoids encountering Guanlan.

Zhou Zhouzi rolled his eyes: "Okay, let's go in and sit down and chat."

After thinking about it, he decided to be more frank, firstly because his cousin had listed Zhai Wangyou as a trustworthy person before his death, and secondly because he also believed in his own eyesight.

The most important thing is that a person's strength is too weak, if he can convince Fairy Wangyou, he has at least half the chance of winning.

The two entered the house together and closed the door.

Xi Zhou sat down, adjusted his sitting posture, and waited for his chatty buddy to open up the conversation box.

Zhou Zhouzi didn't hesitate when he saw this, he sorted out his thoughts, and then spoke slowly.

"My cousin Zhou Baihui and I share the same interests. We had no interest in cultivating Tao until that day a few years ago..."

At that time, the emperor was Zhou Zhouzi's uncle, also Zhou Baihui's father, and several practitioners suddenly visited the imperial city.

He saw the majestic ninth-five-year-old, the king of a country in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his uncle Huang was as humble as an ant in front of a cultivator with immortal magic.

On that day, their eldest sister, the princess of Da Zhou, was picked by a cultivator.

The eldest sister and a group of beautiful girls were picked by those cultivators, and they used the euphemistic name of practicing spells together.

He and his cousin were sincerely happy for the eldest sister, they thought it was a good thing from heaven, but they didn't want it to be a disaster.

When they saw the elder sister again, it was three days later, with white silk three feet.

Princess Da Zhou, who had lost her breath, had a frightening pale complexion, and her body was covered with traces of being humiliated.

She is a princess of a country, she has always been proud and self-confident, how could she be willing to be a plaything for those people.

So their eldest sister freed herself with her own death.

Zhou Zhouzi still remembered that day, he and his cousin knelt outside the imperial study room, begging the emperor's uncle to convict those cultivators, trying to avenge his elder sister and those innocent women.

For two days in a row, Uncle Huang never stepped out of the imperial study, and closed the door.

Until the third day, the summer rain was majestic and thunder burst.

Just when they were about to lose their hold, Uncle Huang in a dragon robe trembled into the rain.

The originally high-spirited king of a country seemed to grow old overnight. It was also from that time that the emperor's uncle became ill from worry and his bones gradually deteriorated.

Zhou Zhouzi looked at Xi Zhou with tears in his eyes: "Do you know what Uncle Huang said? He said that ever since the opening of Fanjie Mountain was opened, it couldn't be stopped, and ambitious mortals who wanted to practice Taoism couldn't be stopped. A cultivator who can't stop thinking about it, he said that if he offends a cultivator in order to get justice for our eldest sister and those innocent girls, then more people will suffer, because thousands of us are no match for a cultivator Dozens of people."

When he said this, his voice became more and more choked up.

Xi Zhou's eyes changed, and his voice became a little hoarse for no reason: "Don't be too pessimistic, those beasts are only a minority, and there are many cultivators who have a bottom line, like Elder Sister, like me, and your cousin, And you."

"What else? Who else? Dare you say it? Who else can you name?" Zhou Zhouzi's expression almost collapsed, like a beast without minions roaring, helpless and angry.

The room was silent for a while, Xizhou looked serious and did not respond.

Zhou Zhouzi smiled wryly: "You can't guarantee it, and I can't guarantee it, but do you know that it is the majority, the majority, among them there is the Heavenly Sword Sect, there is the Medicine Sect, there is the Yudao Sect, and there are deacons Tang, every force in the cultivation world has gone, the majority, Xizhou, the majority."

Xi Zhou clenched her fists and wanted to say that those people were just a minority, and the minority could not represent the majority, but she couldn't say it.

As Zhou Zhouzi said, she cannot guarantee that most practitioners are upright and kind, and they are able to restrain themselves.

I have tasted the taste of being above power and enjoyed superior treatment.

Compared with ordinary people, cultivators have the identity and ability to do whatever they want, how many people can resist this temptation, and how many people finally choose to work together.

Which side is the majority and which side is the minority, who can say for sure?

"Then what do you want to do?" Xi Zhou's eyes were heavy, and she made a choice for herself in silence.

Zhou Zhouzi clenched his fists and said bitterly: "We just want to close that door, and if we can't close it, we will overthrow this cultivation world, but my cousin is dead, I can't do anything, no one can trust me, I can only bet I bet that you are more likely to be a good person, bet that my cousin’s last words are correct, he said Fairy Wangyou is trustworthy, you are trustworthy, right?”

In late autumn, the night wind was blowing, but Xizhou seemed to be frozen, the corners of his mouth moved but he couldn't open his mouth, unable to say anything that could promise.

They are credible, but how much can they do?

Can she pull the senior sister to this front, or should she pull the senior sister to stand on the same line as herself?

But at this time, she couldn't give an answer.

"Dong dong." There was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhou Zhouzi hurriedly wiped his face, then raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

There was a moment of silence outside, and a slightly cold yet familiar voice came: "Xizhou is here with you, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

Fairy Wangyou!

Come find Xizhou!

It's getting late?Time to rest?

What kind of words are these, and why do they seem to be heard so often?

That's right, what the Empress Mother often said to her father was "Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to rest".

Fairy Wangyou even came to look for Xizhou in person, and said that it was getting late and it was time to rest!

Zhou Zhouzi was so shocked that he almost forgot the grief in his heart. He looked at Xizhou.

Xi Zhou had already got up: "We'll talk about this in detail later, I'll go back first."

"Fairy Wangyou, did you come here specifically to ask you to go back and rest?" Zhou Zhouzi couldn't hide his shock.

"Can't you?" Xi Zhou rolled his eyes at him, and the heavy atmosphere dissipated a lot.

Zhou Zhouzi tried his best to suppress the shock, nodded: "OK."

The door opened, Xizhou came out, and saw Zhai Wangyou standing aside, dressed in red to welcome the autumn wind, the corners of his clothes slightly fluttering.

Seeing Xizhou come out, she turned her head.

The moonlight reflected on her face, white jade was flawless, cold and bright.

Xi Zhou walked over, thinking that there was still Zhou Zhouzi behind her, she resisted the idea of ​​holding hands, and asked as she walked, "Why don't you send the Jade Talisman, I will go back when I hear from you?"

Zhai Wangyou looked ahead, and said flatly: "It's not polite to interrupt someone's meeting hastily."

Xi Zhou was speechless, so is it proper for you to come here and interrupt our conversation?

"It's so close, you can tell if I'm here if you activate your spiritual sense, why make a special trip here, so as not to make people think too much."

The two had already walked out of Zhou Zhouzi's small courtyard while talking.

"Don't listen to indecent words. I'm usually not used to spying on others with my spiritual sense." Zhai Wangyou stopped, looked sideways at Xizhou, his eyes flickered, "You said it would make people think too much, who would think too much?"

What are you thinking about?

Xizhou turned her head and saw that Zhou Zhouzi had closed the courtyard door, she took Zhai Wangyou's hand, walked into their courtyard, and closed the door.

Standing in the yard, feeling still uneasy, he led Zhai Wangyou into the house, and then said with peace of mind: "Of course it's Zhou Zhouzi, what if he guesses what kind of relationship we have?"

Zhai Wangyou's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyes: "What kind of relationship are we---?"

Xizhou has a meal, what kind of relationship?That's a good question.

She couldn't help looking into Zhai Wangyou's eyes.

The two looked at each other silently.

The corners of Zhai Wangyou's lips were slowly straightened, and he bit it tightly, as if he couldn't feel the pain.