Dragon King relies on green tea

Ye Junche really didn't understand how he could be treated like this by Zisang Yanshu. It was Zisang Yanshu who helped him all the time, and he didn't do anything.

Zi Sangyan expected that Ye Junche would not believe it, and his eyes lowered in disappointment: "That's right, of course you don't understand now."

The lonely expression hurt Ye Junche's heart. At that moment, the emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He walked forward and pulled him into his arms with his long arms.

Ye Junche said helplessly: "As long as you tell me, I will believe it. But... I don't want you to get hurt again. Dragon blood, dragon bones, and dragon scales are all part of your body. You are not a stone. You will hurt when you get hurt. If you get hurt because of me, I won't forgive myself."

Being hugged into a warm embrace, Zisang Yanshu didn't react for a moment, only heard a low and gentle voice saying in his ear: "I don't care about any reason, why Yanshu is like this, I only know that I care about Yanshu , so I can’t get hurt by reading the book.”

Zi Sang Yanshu was dizzy, still unable to react in his warm embrace, he could even hear Ye Junche's thumping heartbeat.

Once he touched the warmth, he didn't want to let go, knowing that he couldn't have any greed. When he realized it, Zi Sangyan quickly pushed the other away with a face.

This move made Ye Junche mistakenly think that he had offended him, and quickly apologized embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I scared you, I..."

"Enough!" Zisang Yanshu interrupted him directly, knowing that Ye Junche would not let him pull out the scales again, so he put down his sleeves.

The cold palm was pressed against Ye Junche's heart. It was because he had given Ye Junche the heart-protecting Nilin, so now the Nilin is on Ye Junche's heart.

Zisang Yanshu urged Ni Lin, and the gentle spiritual power slowly flowed from Ye Junche's heart, warming Ye Junche's injured meridians.

After a few weeks of spiritual power running, Zi Sang Yanshu let go of his hand, and said slowly: "Since you don't want me to bleed and pull out the scales, why is your true energy going retrograde and hurting yourself? Did someone tell you something?"

Ye Junche didn't want to hide it, and said softly: "Prince, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know that pulling out scales and letting bloodletting hurt you so much. I wouldn't bear bloodletting even for ordinary people. hurt."

"Heh..." Zisang Yanshu sneered suddenly, and said cautiously, "What else did he say?"

Ye Junche spread his hands, and said calmly: "Aside from these, he didn't say anything else. Yan Shu is so nervous, what else is he hiding from me?"

Under that probing gaze, Zisang Yanshu dodged subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "There are too many things that are hidden from you. You want to know, do you want to ask the prince again?"

Knowing that he must be sulking now, Ye Junche shook his head again and again, and said, "Yan Shu don't need to be angry, if you don't want to talk, I don't want to know anything."

"Ah……"

Zisang Yanshu gave a wry smile at last, and with a flick of his long sleeves, all the scenes in the courtyard changed.

The bright moonlight in the deep night sky turned into long white clouds, and a few rays of sunlight shone on the two of them, warming the entire yard.

With a wave of his hand, the chessboard and chess box appeared on the boat.

Ye Junche sat down cross-legged, but didn't move the chess box, looked at Zisang Yanshu and said with a smile, "Does Yanshu have a new way for me to play chess?"

No matter what the situation of the game is, Ye Junche wins a piece every time, but he still can't find the flaw in the game every time, and he doesn't know which move Zi Sang Yanshu made a mistake or made a handicap.

But every time it is a child, it is too much of a coincidence.

Zi Sangyanshu sat cross-legged, and placed the chess pieces one by one on the chessboard. While laying out the chess game, he said in a low voice: "My chess skills all come from one person, so I have never defeated him. It was the same in the past, and it is the same now. .”

Although Zi Sang Yanshu's gaze was on her, Ye Junche always felt that he was looking at herself, but not at herself.

The strange feeling made Ye Junche very uncomfortable, so he turned his head and asked sullenly: "That person must be very important to Yanshu, is it Mr. Qiuye, or the god Jian Xu?"

Until now, Ye Junche only knew that these two people were very special to Zi Sang Yanshu, so he could only think of these two people.

But Zisang Yanshu lowered his eyelids, smiled lightly, and didn't answer his curiosity, but responded very lightly: "It's very important..."

When he fell into the memory, Zisang Yanshu's eyes became deep, "I was named by him, chess, spices, tea cooking, writing, spells, and martial arts were all taught by him, but I messed with him." lost……"

Then Zi Sang Yanshu looked up at Ye Junche, and said, "It seems that I lost it..."

That expression was very strange, and finally Zi Sang Yanshu rubbed his eyebrows: "Forget it, it was a long time ago, and it seems to be good now."

At that moment, Ye Junche only felt that displeasure and agitation getting deeper and deeper.

He didn't want to think about that, he didn't want to guess that he might be someone's substitute, or that he resembled a certain person.

Seeing the displeasure in Ye Junche's heart from the subtle expression, Zi Sang Yanshu immediately put away all his emotions, and said softly, "I'm sorry for losing my composure, I shouldn't have talked about this in front of you."

Before the chess game in front of him was finished, Zi Sang Yanshu had already stopped his hands, and said in a low voice helplessly, "It's been too long, I've already forgotten what that game was like, so...or whatever..."

"Then don't think about it, it's all in the past, and the past can't be pursued."

Ye Junche stretched out his hand to mess up the chess game, and said in a muffled voice, "Whatever chess game Yan Shu wants, I'll just go with you."

Zisang Yanshu paused for a moment, put the pieces back into the chess box one by one, and said with a wry smile, "But I'm not stable, winning is also losing, and losing is also losing..."

Zisang Yanshu tilted his head and smiled at him, and said softly, "Didn't you say you want to take me all over Lidu? Then take me out for a walk, okay?"

"it is good!"

That was Ye Junche's wishful expectation, and the moment he agreed, he felt that all the haze could be swept away.

When the last chess piece was taken back into the chess box, the illusion in the courtyard was also removed, the lotus pond, the sunny day and the white clouds all disappeared, and there was nothing but Zi Sang Yanshu's bedroom in front of him.

A simple house without any frills.

And what Ye Junche saw at a glance was the only decoration in the room.

A painting, a hazy painting.

There is also thick fog in the painting, and there is only one figure that is so blurred that it is almost invisible, so blurred that it is impossible to distinguish between men and women.

Even though the picture is blurry, Ye Junche still thinks of his dream...

This painting is actually so similar to his dream...

He walked closer to see the painting, and saw the inscription on it: "I don't know where to return, and I don't know where to find it."

Also from the hand of Liu Shuangbei...