Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The notorious Yan Qing even uttered frivolous and wanton teasing words to Gu Yuexi, the famous god of the six sects. This arrogant and domineering spirit that is not afraid of death has shocked people even more than Miss Ran's irrational words Climbing and biting.

As soon as he finished speaking, needles could be heard in the noisy courtyard.

Everyone looked at each other blankly, Gu Yuexi, the person involved, was indifferent, that noble and lonely face was as cold as ice and snow, bright and lonely, and could not be moved.

But, in the end, it was also because of Yan Wujiu's presumptuousness that he glanced at him.

Those who are familiar with it will find that Gu Yuexi's expressionless face is so calm that it looks a little blunt.

On the night of May 24th, the farce that took place in the Yin family, in such a complete silence, ended with Yan Wujiu waving his folding fan as if no one else was there, as the final curtain.

At least that's what everyone thought at the time.

Yan Wujiu walked out of the gate of Yin's house and stood still suddenly, his brows were sharp and indifferent without smiling.

He turned his head slowly, raised his eyebrows slightly to look at the Yin family's plaque, and raised the corners of his lips arrogantly.

This glance is more than just revenge.

It makes people's backs feel cold.

After Yan Wujiu left, the people from the six gates and Yamen naturally also left the Yin family, and asked him what he had talked with Miss Ran as agreed beforehand.

"A bunch of nonsense, what is there to say?"

Yan Wujiu made an undisguised face, and looked at the two people at the six doors frivolously and mockingly.He didn't care about one of them, the beauty he had just stamped in public, which was completely in line with his personal preferences.

"On the contrary, the two adults really surprised me. The storybook says that you are omnipotent. How can you investigate such a case without any progress for a few days?"

Gu Yuexi looked cold, and asked calmly: "You said before that you know who the flower picker is? What do you mean?"

Miss Ran went crazy and slandered Yan Wujiu in public like that, and County Magistrate Yan's face was also extremely ugly.This time he didn't stop Yan Wujiu, just pretend he didn't hear it.

Yan Wujiu folded the folding fan in his hand, pressed his lips into a half-smile: "Miss Ran has a fiancé, have you checked it out?"

He stopped short and didn't say much.None of the people present was a fool, and they all understood the meaning behind these words.

Yan Wujiu raised the corners of his lips, raised his chin slightly, and when he turned to leave, his body moved first, and finally the mocking eyes swept across them bored.

Expensive and arrogant.

Shaking his fan arrogantly and walking a few steps away, Yan Wujiu suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks, and hesitated a little.

The movement of turning back was inexplicably more elegant, reminding the two of the six doors, the first time they saw Yan Wujiu in the Qingyuan County Yamen Hall.

Yan Wujiu was obsessed with the closed fan, his expression restrained and quite obedient, looking at the wrinkled old face, fingers trembling on his forehead, Yan County Magistrate who stared in disbelief.

This... the old father who was almost forgotten by Yan Wujiu.

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, the slender and thick eyelashes made his eyes look innocent, even though he was arrogant and arrogant, he still looked a bit elegant and decent.

"My lords, Qing has been rude." He said so calmly, but he only looked at County Magistrate Yan, and blinked again as if he was aggrieved, the corners of his lips were slightly twitched like the corners of his eyes, "Father, can I have they gone?"

County magistrate Yan never expected that Yan Wujiu would be like this in front of the two adults from the six doors. When we first met last time, wasn't he still fine?

Although he is a bit skinny and impolite, he is generally very well-behaved.When did Cheng become so generous now?

But seeing Yan Wujiu obediently turn around and admit his mistake, looking into those innocent eyes, he is still the same as when he was a child.County magistrate Yan suddenly felt that all this abnormality was because Yan Wujiu suffered a big grievance tonight, so the child cannot be blamed.

The Yin family is the culprit in this matter, and the people of the Six Doors are also duty-bound, so how can they ask the child not to have a temper with them?

Thinking about it this way, how could he care about Yan Wujiu's arrogance?

County magistrate Yan sighed, waved his hands kindly, and said in a gentle tone, "Return, there is nothing wrong with you here. Be careful, your mother is worried, so tell her, go to bed early, and I will be back in a while."

Then he ordered a few policemen around him to escort Yan Wujiu back.Ignoring that Qingyuan County is only so big, the young man walked a little faster, and it was only a stick of incense.

Although there has been a lot of noise about flower pickers recently, he is raising a son and not a big girl with yellow flowers, and he doesn't need to go to remote places all the way, so why do he need such escorts?

But when everyone thought about the appearance of this young master Yan, they suddenly felt that they could add a few more people as a gift.

As soon as Yan Wujiu left, County Magistrate Yan immediately cupped his hands with a smile on his face: "The dog has no shape, I made you laugh. It's the old man who has no way to teach the child. This child just has a bad temper and can't talk, haha."

20 year old kid, heh.

Feng Jianpo, in his early twenties, as one of the adults he mentioned, has a complicated heart.

Such an episode made Yan Wujiu's arrogance and arrogance just a little bit of a discount.

After all, there is an essential difference between a lawless little bully and a brat who can still look at his old father's face.

It is undeniable that seeing the mighty young master Yan who looks like a peacock spread his tail, like ordinary people, he will restrain his temper and pretend to be good in front of his elders, which makes people feel a weird subtlety in his heart.

Like, being suddenly licked by a grumpy cat.

Especially when looking at that cold, arrogant and frivolous face, there will also be an expression of aggrieved and childish.Crazy and innocent, it made one's heart tremble slightly, wanting to...see him cry.

Even if you know that it is an unintentional disguise, used to win favors and pride.Being well-behaved and being wronged are just scheming tricks for a while.That person didn't even care who the audience was, whether he saw through it or not, his arrogance and disdain were undisguised.

However, it is still irresistible, like weeds growing wildly, giving birth to absurd thoughts.

……

Yan Wujiu returned home, the servant, Asi, cleverly gave money to several policemen and the snacks Mrs. Yan ordered to prepare in the kitchen, and sent them away.

Yan Wujiu comforted Madam Yan to rest, and went back to the courtyard by himself, but he didn't feel sleepy.

It was already three quarters of the ugly hour.

There was no one in the corridor.

Yan Wujiu stood there for a while, feeling that he was really crazy, did he actually change his work and rest habits because of that stupid monk?Whether he loves to come or not, should I wait for him?

Put the cart before the horse.Who is bullying whom?

He laughed at himself and decided to go back to his room to sleep.

At the same time, Fen Lian, who had been supporting him all the way back in the night on the eaves, also returned to his room wearily and indifferently.

An hour later, Yan Wujiu woke up.

Wearing a robe and pushing open the door, the waning moon in the southeast direction of Yinshi sprinkled silver frost on the ground.

The monk in the moon-white robe sat in the same place as last night, meditating cross-legged, chanting scriptures silently with his eyes closed, only the prayer beads in his hand turned, proving that he was awake.

The moonlight made his clothes white as water.

Yan Wujiu leaned against the door, his long hair like black ink had a cool luster under the moonlight, and the shadow made his brows and eyes more dignified and fierce.He looked down at the monk, his brows were light and beautiful.

There are insects singing in the yard and clouds floating in the sky.This corner felt silent and quiet.

After Fen Lian finished reading, she opened her eyes and looked at Yan Wujiu with a calm and desireless expression.But when he smiled, his eyes were full of warmth and concentration.

"It's late tonight, go to bed without blame. The monk will keep watch for you."

Yan Wujiu looked at him for a few breaths, then blinked slowly, and smiled faintly.

He leaned against the door, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, there was no sleepiness on his face, he was just thinking about something.

Fen Lian walked in front of him, stood in the direction of the night wind, and quietly accompanied him without any sense of presence.

Yan Wujiu raised the corners of his lips, closed his eyes and smiled sweetly, and said rambling words casually: "Aren't I Tumihua? I don't need to sleep."

The monk said seriously: "Flowers need to sleep at night, the monk has observed it."

Yan Wujiu's smile deepened, undisciplined and mysterious: "Then, what about Master? Is Master a human or a ghost? Why do you disappear as soon as the sun comes out?"

Ask knowingly.

He opened his eyes, smiled, but his eyes were calm, and said softly: "You are afraid of light."

"The little monk is not a ghost." Fen Lian said.

But at the next moment, he couldn't explain why he never had the memory of the daytime, nor did he see Yan Wujiu during the daytime.

It is true that he subconsciously did not dare to be exposed to the sun.Especially in front of Yan Wujiu.

"I do not know."

Seeing his confusion, Yan Wujiu smiled again, the splendor overshadowed the gloom.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's a ghost." Yan Wujiu said with a strong smile and blinked his eyes, "I'm a flower demon, even if Lian Lian is a ghost, I still like it."

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, her dark eyes seemed to be shining, and it seemed that there was only moonlight falling in the dark river and being diffused.

Yan Wujiu squinted his eyes, and his smile seemed thick but weak: "Why didn't Master say anything?"

"What do you want to hear?"

Yan Wujiu blinked lightly, half-covered his calm eyes, only saw a sweet smile: "I want to hear Master say that he likes me."

Fen Lian: "..."

"Tell me. Or, today, now, I don't like it anymore." He lowered his face, and once the smile on that face was gone, it was like returning to the frost of winter in an instant.

"I like it. I like Lord Tanyue, today, now, and always."

Yan Wujiu looked at him, the abstinence and holiness of the monk didn't seem like he was confessing, he was calm and focused, but there was no ambiguity, the struggle of breaking taboos and breaking the precepts.

This will not work.

Yan Wujiu thought of burning lotus in the daytime and closing his eyes to rest his mind, indifferent and firm, as indestructible as a pagoda of a Buddhist temple built of rocks.Thinking of him stopping himself from getting up, the dangerous edge that was concealed for a moment.

This feeling of being suppressed made him very uncomfortable. He couldn't fight again and again, and his martial arts couldn't be quick, so he had to find compensation from other places.Otherwise, after a long time, Yan Wujiu suspected that he would become black.

His detached and calm eyes gradually softened, like the essence of a real flower demon incarnate, bewitching an eminent monk who is meditating, looking deeply at Fenlian.

"Not this kind of liking."

Fen Lian was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Yan Wujiu didn't move, his smile was bright and dark, and his eyebrows blinked lightly: "Put my clothes back together."

Fen Lian noticed that even in summer, the wind in the early morning was a bit chilly, so he walked over and carefully gathered the outer robe that Yan Wujiu was wearing on his body.

"If it's cold, go in..."

Yan Wujiu folded his arms and lowered his hands, leaning forward lightly in his embrace, resting his chin on his shoulders, both hands just hanging down boredly.

The voice seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said lightly: "Silly Lianlian, hug me."

Fen Lian's hand was bluffed, and without hesitation, she hugged him slowly and obediently, without using much force.

Yan Wujiu raised his chin impatiently: "Didn't you tell me to go in? The ground is cold, cold."

understand?

This time without Yan Wujiu's order, Fen Lian directly picked up Yan Wujiu and walked into the room.

All the way to the place where there is a blanket, but suddenly put Yan Wujiu down silently and gently, let him sit on the chair.

Yan Wujiu looked at him coldly, the smile on his face seemed to be gone.

Fen Lian didn't look up, after putting him down, she sat cross-legged on the ground in front of Yan Wujiu as if meditating.

But he stretched out his hand to hold one of his ankles, and under Yan Wujiu's sudden sharp gaze, he naturally put his slightly cold bare feet near his abdominal dantian, and covered the back of his feet with his other hand.

The monk said softly and peacefully: "Wait a while and it will be warm."

After finishing speaking, he frowned slightly, and raised his head to look at Yan Wujiu who had restrained his sharp eyes.

"If your feet are numb or your posture is uncomfortable, you should tell the little monk."

Yan Wujiu couldn't laugh, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Fen Lian stared at him intently, her brows were ascetic and serene, and she said earnestly: "No blame, why are you unhappy? Tell this little monk. This little monk can do anything for you...".

The meaning of those four words was not spoken, Fen Lian was surprised by the killing intent in his mind.

Yan Wujiu automatically filled in the blanks when he was silent, nothing more than chanting scriptures for him.

Tsk.The holy monk's liking is really unbearable.

Yan Wujiu moved his toes slightly, and Fen Lian didn't have any special expression on his face.

Agitation, confusion, patience... none of it.

Yan Wujiu was not surprised either.

He raised his eyebrows unhappily, and slowly leaned closer.

Fen Lian remained motionless, with a little doubt in her eyes, she waited in place.

Yan Wujiu was sure.No blushing, no anticipation and nervousness.

This bald donkey also likes to talk so infatuatedly, it is not like the kind of Buddha who loves all living beings and wants to trick him into converting!

With a stinky face, Yan Wujiu lightly pressed his lips against Fenlian's forehead, and then pulled away.

Fen Lian stayed there, her body was slightly stiff, and she blinked slowly, as if she couldn't believe it: "..."

"Do you know what that means?"

"Lord Tanyue, I kissed the little monk on the forehead." The monk replied calmly, confused.

"No, it's called liking." Yan Wujiu looked at Fen Lian frivolously and impatiently, condescendingly underlined, "Do you understand? This is called liking!"

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