Dragon King relies on green tea

This was the first time that his elder brother had warned him so seriously, and it was also the first time that Zisang Yanshu had defended a person, even a mortal, so Fourteen became even more curious about the identity of this mortal.

But Zisang Yanshu didn't give him the opportunity to be curious, and said to him directly: "Now that you have seen it, you still don't want to leave, do you need me to see you?"

Fourteen immediately understood what Zisang Yanshu meant, and Zisang Yanshu didn't even give him a chance to stay and ask more questions, so he just sent him away.

Although he was not reconciled, he still had to listen to Zisang's words, glanced quietly a few more times, and then had to leave.

When Shisi left, Zisang Yanshu glanced at Zuo Yan, and said calmly: "Okay, now that Shisi has left, only I can rain for you. After seven days, the altar will open. Let’s look for autumn leaves again.”

He obviously didn't want Liu Shuang to stay any longer, and he would hate it for another quarter of an hour.

In Lidu, Zuo Yan also arranged a residence for Liu Shuangbiao. It was an extremely quiet and quiet courtyard. Liu Shuangbiao liked to paint, so this courtyard was just right.

Liu Shuangbin brought Su Rong over from Qingqiu, and with Zi Sang Yanshu around, Su Rong hardly dared to appear in front of the two of them after arranging the things to be done.

He was forced to pull out his former master's tongue and eyeballs, and he still hasn't recovered from it.

On the other hand, Liu Shuangbiao saw that his face was always pale, so she thought it was because his injuries hadn't healed at that time, so she went to Zisang Yanshu to find a lot of pills, and watched Su Rong swallow the pills, and saw that his face gradually changed. Ruddy, somewhat complexioned, and relieved only after the breath stabilized.

After returning from the South China Sea, Liu Shuangbin has always wanted to paint the Coral Palace he saw. It happened that he went to Qingqiu this time, and he brought back a lot of green malls. He adjusted the colors and used them for painting.

In the past, Zisang Yanshu always liked to cling to Liu Shuangbiao no matter what time, but after returning from the palace, Liu Shuangbiao did not see Zisang Yanshu clinging to him any longer.

Out of curiosity, Liu Shuang went to Zisang Yanshu's room, and as soon as she stepped into the room, she smelled a faint fragrance, which was very similar to what she usually smelled on Zisang Yanshu, but it was more intense.

When he heard the voice, Zisang Yanshu looked up, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

Liu Shuangbin walked in and took a look, and the smell became more intense.

"You are mixing incense." Liu Shuangzheng sat beside him curiously and looked at it, but he didn't know that Zisang Yanshu could do this, "On weekdays, what I smell on you and in the room is this smell. "

"That's right, the Shaoqin incense is almost used up." Zi Sang Yanshu lifted up the prepared spices, and let Liu Shuangbin come closer to smell them, "This is the Shaoqin incense, you used to mix it up to lull me to sleep , I will also mix a lot of spices, all taught by you."

It was taught by Jian Xu Shenjun again, but after listening to Fengwei tell him, after Zisang Yanshu's past, now Liu Shuangbin doesn't care, and teased: "Then you know a lot of spices, can you open it?" A spice shop?"

"Why do you want to open a shop again? You told me during the day that you want to go to the South China Sea, and now you want to open a shop again? Is it just a matter of thinking?" Zi Sang Yanshu smiled slightly, feeling a little helpless.

Liu Shuang was thinking very hard, her chin rested lightly on Zi Sang Yanshu's shoulder, "Naturally, your thoughts are changing every moment. I didn't know you could match incense before, but now that you think about it, you can match it." Xiang, I like writing and painting, let's find a shop, you sell spices, I sell calligraphy and painting, the business will definitely not be cold."

Liu Shuangbin picked up Zisang Yanshu's strand of black hair hanging from her shoulder, and wrapped it around her fingertips to play with.

His hair is soft, dense and delicate, as soft and comfortable as satin. As early as the day when Zi Sang Yanshu was crowned, Liu Shuangwan wanted to curl his hair around his fingertips and play with it.

Seeing that he was playing vigorously, Zi Sang Yanshu didn't stop him, on the contrary, he was very concerned about Liu Shuangbiao's desire to open a shop, and stared at Liu Shuangbiao seriously: "You, you want me to sell spices? Seriously?"

Liu Shuangbin put on a very serious look, but after thinking about it, he was the Dragon King, a Dragon King whom all the gods of the three worlds feared, so it was a bit inappropriate for him to open a spice shop in the world.

In the end, I shook my head: "It's just a whim, maybe tomorrow I have a new idea."

"All good." Zi Sang Yanshu replied, but he no longer seemed so resistant, as if it was not impossible to let him go out to set up a stall in the market to sell sachets for incense.

Liu Shuang hooked a strand of black hair from Zi Sang Yanshu, put it under his nose and sniffed it. He had used this spice for so long that even the hair had the same fragrance. "It is said that most of the aquariums have fish fishy smell, but there is no fishy smell on Yanshu, only a light fragrance, which smells very good."

Liu Shuang leaned on Zisang Yanshu's shoulder and didn't want to get up. The angle with her chin resting on Zisang Yanshu's shoulder was just right to see the blood and tear mole under the corner of Zisang Yanshu's eyes.

With this mole, Zisang Yanshu's cold face was filled with an indescribable evil charm, very attractive, Liu Shuangzheng continued: "Yanshu, I want to see your original appearance." .”

"Aren't you afraid?" Zi Sang Yanshu asked, but the black hair on Liu Shuang's hands gradually turned into silver hair, the black pupils in his eyes also turned light blue, and a small dragon's horn was exposed on his forehead.

If ordinary people saw this, they would cry and shout when they saw monsters.

When people in the world see creatures that look different from themselves, their first reaction is to think of monsters who harm people, not gods who protect them.

Fading away the phantom, Zi Sang Yanshu's original appearance became colder, and the blood-tear mole under the corner of his eyes looked even more attractive. Liu Shuang couldn't help stretching out his hand, tapped the blood-tear mole, and said in a hoarse voice, "A Yan looks good no matter what, How could I be afraid, I like Ah Yan this way, the original way."

What he was referring to was not just the original appearance of Zisang Yanshu, but Zisang Yanshu's unfettered appearance 3 years ago.

Just watching from the side, Liu Shuang was drowsy, so she asked Su Rong to bring the folding fan he had painted halfway, and continued to draw directly beside Zisang Yanshu.

In fact, Liu Shuang is still used to holding a folding fan in his hand, but on the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, he was so frightened by the ghosts that he broke the folding fan. He didn't like the folding fans bought outside, so he bought a plain white one. On the fan, it is only now that I have the leisure to paint on the fan.

It was just a small fan, and Liu Shuangzheng finished it very quickly. After finishing the painting, she was about to print her private seal, but after thinking about it, she put down the private seal and wrote to Zisang, "Yan Shu, You come to write an inscription on my fan."

"Huh?" Zisang Yanshu stopped the hand that was packing up the spices, and stared stiffly at the pen that Liu Shuangbiao handed over, with an expression of disbelief, "Qiuye, let me inscribe? Are you kidding me?"

Liu Shuang was very puzzled, and directly put the pen into Zi Sang Yanshu's hand: "I'm very serious, if you are in trouble, just inscribe the word "autumn leaves". It is only meaningful if you inscribe on my fan." . "

When Liu Shuang insisted on handing the pen to him, Zi Sang Yanshu hesitated for a moment, took the pen stiffly, and said awkwardly, "Don't regret it later, and complain that I ruined your good fan."

Liu Shuangzhen really couldn't think of how to destroy the fan just by asking Zi Sang Yanshu to mention a word.

At that time, when Zi Sang Yanshu just wrote the word "Autumn" on the fan, Liu Shuangbiao immediately asked Zi Sang Yanshu to stop.

He picked up the fan and looked at it for a long time before he recognized the word "Autumn".

Liu Shuangbin kept looking at the words on the fan, and then at Zisang Yanshu, she couldn't believe that those words could be written by Zisang Yanshu, it made his brain ache.

Zi Sang Yanshu knew what Liu Shuangbin was thinking, he spread his hands innocently and said, "You asked me to write it, I have already reminded you."

Zisang Yanshu's innocent eyes made Liu Shuang believe that he really didn't do it on purpose, but Liu Shuang couldn't face up to the word he wrote.

"It's really not good for me to do other things, such as writing or drawing." Zisang Yanshu spread his hands and looked at Liu Shuangbiao very calmly.

As early as when Jian Xu was still there, the words written by Zi Sangyan gave Jian Xu a headache. Every time he asked Zi Sangyan to copy the book, and saw the things he copied, Jian Xu could read them. My eyes and brain hurt together.

Compared with copying books, Zisang Yanshu would rather stand outside the Immortal Mansion for a whole day, or practice swords all day.

Liu Shuangbin stood there looking at the horrific writing on the fan, and it took her a long time to realize it. Finally, she still held Zisang Yanshu's hand, and wrote the word "leaf" on it stroke by stroke.

If it weren't for the word "leaf" at the back, it would be impossible to tell at a glance that the inscription is the word "Autumn Leaf".

After finishing writing, Liu Shuangbiao joked: "I read Yanshu used to deliberately not learn calligraphy well, and only thought about how to be lazy and slippery, so now... um..."

Liu Shuangban stopped straight away, he really didn't know how to describe Zi Sang's words, and finally just chuckled twice: "Why don't you practice more?"

"Impossible!" Zi Sang Yanshu directly put down the pen in his hand, not wanting to touch it at all.

In these years, no one has allowed him to write a single word with a pen, and he doesn’t need to write anything. Back then, he was already very resistant to Jian Xu asking him to copy books, let alone let him continue to practice calligraphy now. He is very determined. He shook his head: "I didn't want to write it back then, and I don't even want to write it now, otherwise Qiuye thought, why did you name me Yanshu back then?"

"Okay, I understand." Liu Shuang smiled slightly, completely understanding what Jian Xu was thinking at the beginning.

Where Zi Sang Yanshu didn't notice, Liu Shuang's hand quietly touched the pen that was placed on the table, and then smiled softly: "Ah Yan, come closer."

"Huh?" Zi Sang Yanshu leaned over suspiciously, just as he leaned over, Liu Shuang raised his hand and quickly drew a circle on his cheek.

It was originally just a black circle, but when Zi Sang Yan wiped it with his hand, the wet ink left three black lines on his face.

"Hahaha..." The trick succeeded, and Liu Shuangbin held her stomach and laughed triumphantly, "Cat, the Dragon King is going to become a little cat now."

No matter how you look at it, Liu Shuangbin looks like a humble young man, and Zisang Yanshu didn't expect him to come like this, "Okay, you are good enough, you can plot against me."

Knowing that Zi Sang Yanshu would fight back, Liu Shuang ran away, not forgetting to remind: "I...I can't beat you, you are not allowed to use spells!"

Even if she didn't use spells, Liu Shuangbiao was still caught and drew three bastards on her face.