A gentleman riding a red dust smile

On Qingyan Mountain, the sound of cicadas bursts out, and there is occasional wind blowing among the lush greenery. Compared with the scorching sun outside the mountain, it can be regarded as a paradise in the scorching heat.

Ai Zixuan brought his wife and children here to escape the summer heat.

This is already the third year that Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue have lived in Qingyan Mountain.

They had lived in Luhuadang for more than half a year, with food and shelter, and someone to take care of them. Song Lingshuang was obviously too happy to go back. It was Zhang Sun Jue who urged him to come back, saying that if he didn't go back, he would never finish cleaning.Song Lingshuang was baffled by the commotion.

It was only later that Song Lingshuang realized that Changsun Jue was in such a hurry to leave that he had other intentions.

At that time, Mrs. Shuang clearly realized that his elm son only had two things in mind, one was his endlessly studied spells, and the other was her other son.

The twisted melon is not sweet, Mrs. Shuang completely gave up the idea of ​​Changsun Jue as the suzerain, and wanted to hand over this burden to Changsun Fu, but Changsun Fu refused.

Changsun Jue felt that as long as he was still in the reeds, Changsun Fu would not accept this title, so he pulled Song Lingshuang and fled back to Qingyan Mountain brazenly on the grounds of cleaning.

Song Lingshuang asked, "If you really let go like this, aren't you afraid that he really doesn't care?"

Changsun Jue: "I don't care, but he can't help it."

Song Lingshuang's impression of Changsun Jue always remained that he was ignorant of the world when he was young, but now he finally knows that his family's A Jue is the one who knows how to handle people best.

Changsun Jue said that he really didn't care at all.

In the first year, Changsun Fu sent people to visit no less than ten times, but he didn't even see anyone.Later, Changsun Fu came by himself, and he met him.

Changsun Fu: "When are you going back?"

Changsun Jue didn't put down the book in his hand, took a sip of tea, and replied, "I'm busy. I won't go back."

Changsun Fu looked at his idle look and asked, "What are you busy with?"

Chang Sun Jue: "Drink tea, read books, and raise chickens."

"..." Changsun Fu returned without success.

In fact, apart from drinking tea, reading books and raising chickens, Changsun Jue also fell in love with cooking. He cooks almost every day and never tires of it.

One day, Sun Jue was cooking in the kitchen, and Ai Zixuan was holding his youngest son, Ai Lin, watching him cook in the kitchen.

Chang Qin plunged into Changsun Jue's alchemy room as usual.Since she saw the new alchemy room in Qingyan Mountain, it seems that she has visited much more frequently.

Song Lingshuang taught Ai Zixuan's eldest son exercises in the courtyard.

Ai Xiao is five years old, which is a good age for martial arts enlightenment.Song Lingshuang loved these two children because even their parents couldn't see it. At this time, when he was a husband, he was unsmiling and serious.

He tapped Ai Xiao's shoulder and his leg with a small branch from time to time, and he didn't allow the slightest deviation from what he said in every move.

"If you don't have a good foundation, how can you be handsome? If your moves are not handsome, how will you find a wife in the future?"

"It doesn't matter if you embroider your legs with fists, you have to do it right for me. Look, look, what's going on? Your arms are straightened!"

Ai Xiao is not as tall as a sword, and he doesn't understand what a handsome man is or what a daughter-in-law is, but Song Lingshuang stares at him so much that he doesn't even dare to be coquettish, he feels very wronged.

The people in the kitchen only saw his serious face but couldn't hear his nonsensical nonsense. Ai Zixuan felt that this time Song Lingshuang was finally reliable.

Today's meat dishes include steamed mandarin fish and chicken with three peppers.

Ai Zixuan saw the elder Sun Jue in white standing in front of the chopping board, concentrating on cutting peppers.No matter how many times he saw this scene, he still found it inconceivable.How could someone who was originally a fairy-like person become a cook?

Ai Zixuan: "You cut so many spicy peppers, don't you choke?"

Changsun Jue: "Breathing Curse."

Ai Zixuan: "You still burn oil over there, don't you need someone to show you the fire?"

Changsun Jue: "Fire Talisman."

Ai Zixuan: "Why don't you wear an apron, and your white clothes are not afraid of getting dirty?"

Changsun Jue: "Cleaning Curse."

Ai Zixuan: "..."

He couldn't help it anymore, "A dignified eighth-level monk, dare these talismans be used for your cooking?"

Changsun Jue raised his head, his eyes clearly showed that he was disgusted with Ai Zixuan who talked too much today.

But he quickly returned to his condiment business, and replied lightly, "Breaking the Nine Realms shouldn't be a problem."

Ai Zixuan: "..."

Is the eight realms and nine realms the point?Wait, after the golden age, there is no one in the Nine Realms.Breaking the Nine Realms is not a problem. Should such "rhetoric words" be said while chopping millet peppers?Ai Zixuan was completely speechless.

Changsun Jue immediately added: "Under my supervision, he should be able to."

Ai Zixuan: "..."

What a big bite of dog food caught off guard.

Ai Lin, who was more than two years old in his arms, was very restless.In order to distract the little guy, Ai Zixuan casually squeezed a spirit butterfly for him to play with.

The spirit butterfly danced around the little guy's fleshy palm, but he couldn't catch it.So Ai Lin became more serious and started to grab it with both hands.

Ai Zixuan saw that this method was quite effective, so he pinched two more.

Changsun Jue looked up at the spirit butterflies dancing around Ai Lin, and asked lightly, "Is this spell popular?"

"what?"

Lingdie is originally a fancy but useless talisman created by Ai Zixuan in order to chase his wife. Not to mention popular, no one except himself would do such a boring thing.So Ai Zixuan didn't respond to Changsun Jue's question.

Changsun Jue's temper has been getting better and better recently, and he even explained it in a rare way, "When I was in Luhuadang, this kind of spirit butterfly would often fly to my study."

Ai Zixuan asked curiously: "How long ago was that?"

Changsun Jue thought for a while, "I can't remember clearly, maybe four or five years ago."

Ai Zixuan thought about it carefully, and felt that he might have discovered some terrible secret.

Changsun Jue noticed the change in his expression and asked, "Why?"

Just as Ai Zixuan was about to open his mouth, Song Lingshuang pulled Ai Xiao in.

Because of the height difference, Ai Xiao's holding Song Lingshuang's hand seemed a bit far-fetched.His head was sweating profusely and his face was flushed. It seemed that he had been tortured a lot just now.

Song Lingshuang patted Ai Zixuan's shoulder loudly, almost knocking Ai Zixuan off the chair with so much strength.

"Brother Zixuan, how do you teach on weekdays? I think you might as well give your son to me as an apprentice!"

Ai Zixuan thought it was a good idea, after all, he and Chang Qin had no knowledge in other techniques except alchemy.

"Okay!" He looked at his eldest son and asked, "Xiao'er, how about your Uncle Song being your master?"

Song Lingshuang usually dotes on them very much, and Ai Xiao and Ai Lin love to cling to him every time they see each other.But the moment just now seemed to have left an indelible shadow in Ai Xiao's young mind.

He frowned, his immature face was extremely serious and tangled, and his expression was so cute that Song Lingshuang even laughed.

"Okay, Xiao'er, you have forgotten how much I love you? Why do you still dislike me as your master?"

Song Lingshuang saw Ai Lin who was dancing towards him in Ai Zixuan's arms, so he hugged him and deliberately buried his head in his arms to rub against him, making Ai Lin laugh out loud.

"You don't like me, Lin'er likes me, let Lin'er be my apprentice!"

He noticed the spirit butterflies around Ai Lin, and said casually: "Lin'er, those broken spirit butterflies that your father will pinch for you, be my apprentice, and it will be more fun for the master to pinch for you."

Ai Zixuan was immediately dissatisfied when he heard the words, and teased Song Lingshuang: "I'm not the only one who pinched the broken spirit butterfly." He paused intentionally, "At least I didn't pinch the ones in Huaijing's study."

Song Lingshuang's movements froze imperceptibly, and even the smile on his face was a little stiff, "Oh? Ah Jue has seen this kind of spirit butterfly too?"

Changsun Jue nodded, "I did see it a few years ago."

Ai Zixuan looked at Song Lingshuang with a smirk, "Huaijing just asked me if the spirit butterfly talisman is very popular, brother Lingshuang, what do you think?"

Song Lingshuang glared at him secretly, then turned to Changsun Jue with a warm smile, "It's popular! Of course it's popular! I think many young people are playing with pinching butterflies when they are free! Brother Zixuan, what do you think?" Yes or no?"

He turned his head to look at Ai Zixuan on the side again, there was something creepy in his harmless smile just now.

Ai Zixuan's body froze, and his eyes looking at Changsun Jue became a little lax for a while.

Song Lingshuang was still looking at him and smiling, "Brother Zixuan?"

Only then did Ai Zixuan reply: "Yes! It's very popular!" with a serious tone and a solemn expression.

The spirit butterflies that Ai Zixuan pinched were short-lived, but now they dissipated into balls of halo.Ai Lin in Song Lingshuang's arms watched the butterfly disappear, and burst into tears, which startled Song Lingshuang.

Ai Zixuan immediately hugged Ai Lin, "Lin'er, it's not fun here, Daddy will take you to find your mother!" After saying that, he didn't want to stay in the wrong place for a moment, and fled in a hurry.

Changsun Jue looked at Ai Zixuan's inexplicable limping steps and asked, "What's wrong with his feet?"

Song Lingshuang shook his head innocently, and changed the subject, "There are fish and meat today, I'll dig two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing!"

Since they moved back to Qingyan Mountain, Song Lingshuang has learned from Jiang Rui to make wine, and then buried it in the yard.More precisely, Changsun Jue was in charge of brewing, and he just buried it.

After he finished speaking, he ran away.Only Ai Xiao's little head was left and couldn't figure it out. It was Uncle Song who stepped on Dad's foot just now, so why didn't Dad say anything?

Changsun Jue looked thoughtfully at the back of Song Lingshuang who couldn't wait to leave.Seeing Ai Xiao standing there obediently, he suddenly asked, "Xiao'er, I have something to ask you..."

After drinking and eating, Song Sansui had a great time playing with a five-year-old and a two-and-a-half-year-old child in the yard. It was not until Chang Qin took the two children back to sleep that he reluctantly went back to his room to rest.

He felt that he and Changsun Jue lived in such a huge Qingyan Mountain that he couldn't be said to be uncomfortable, but there were so many people and it was so lively.In fact, he asked Ai Zixuan last year if his family wanted to move to Qingyan Mountain, but Ai Zixuan declined.

When Ai Zixuan rescued Chang Yuan from Taohua Ridge, he brought him back to Baicao Zhai.Chang Yuan was not injured or sick, but remained silent.Originally, he didn't care about common affairs, and after returning to Baicao Zhai, he even stayed behind closed doors, and only two apprentices often visited him.Ai Zixuan was still worried about leaving him there alone.

Song Lingshuang comforted: "Everyone has his own calamity, and he can only rely on himself to overcome it, and others can't help him." But after that, he didn't mention moving to Qingyan Mountain anymore.

Song Lingshuang opened another jar of wine. When Chang Sun Jue came in, he was drinking vigorously, and grinned silly at Chang Sun Jue, "A Jue, are you back?"

Changsun Jue looked at him with warmth in his eyes.He nodded slowly, walked to the cabinet next to the bed, untied his hair belt, and put it away neatly.

He actually didn't quite understand why Song Lingshuang forced himself to tie up his hair whenever someone came from the family.

It was he who said it was put down, and he was the one who said it was tied up.Let him say both things.

Changsun Jue took off his coat, sat down by the bed, and said to Song Lingshuang, "Come here."

Song Lingshuang put down his wine glass, and passed away. As soon as he approached, Changsun Jue pulled his arms full.He was not polite, and when he lay down on the bed, Changsun Jue was pulled half-folded on top of him.

The hair on Changsun Jue's shoulders fell to his chest, and Song Lingshuang curled up a strand and entangled it around his fingertips.

He looked at the person in front of him with a smile: "A Jue, what are you thinking?"

Chang Sun Jue looked at him.Such a thick-skinned person who doesn't know what to be ashamed of is born with a pair of starry eyes that see to the bottom.

Ten years ago, he might still be at a loss, but now his thin lips are slightly raised, and there is a trace of cunning in his eyes, "I'm thinking, who pinched the butterfly in my study."

Song Lingshuang, who was still smiling just now, was suddenly taken aback, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face, "Hehe, why are you still thinking about this..."

Changsun Jue's smile was still there, and his handsome face was getting closer to Song Lingshuang, which made Song Lingshuang's breathing a little short, and he could only blink frequently to relieve the embarrassment, "What's wrong?"

The corners of Changsun Jue's mouth curved even higher, the shadow of the firelight outlined his handsome silhouette, and the only light in the room flickered in his dark eyes, which was inexplicably attractive.

His voice was deep and gentle, tickling people's hearts, "If you tell me, I'll let you be on top today."

Song Lingshuang was startled: "Really?"

Changsun Jue smiled, "Naturally."

So that night Song Lingshuang gave in and confessed.

So the next day he finally realized that up and down is not the point at all...

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