"Both of them are women. My sister naturally feels the same way. Brother Fang is a noble and honorable man. I believe that as long as the knot in his heart is resolved, the day will come when things will turn out differently."
"Haha, let me borrow my sister's blessing, but I have decided not to wait any longer. Instead of staying silently alone, it is better to go to the two palaces to explore a wider world. Maybe I will be able to help him then."
"It seems that Teacher Shutong is a very good person."
"Haha, I really can't hide anything from you. In fact, I have already been qualified to advance to further studies, but that damn guy is too biased. Fortunately, sister, I toasted so many drinks for him, and Teacher Shutong has agreed to introduce him to the elite. The alchemist who studies poisons.”
Speaking of this, Yan Jiu's face finally burst into a smile of joy, and she also knew that the mysterious toxin given to Fang Cihang by Qingyun could slowly absorb the Tarsal Erosion Heart Powder, which would greatly extend his life.
This was also an important reason why she made up her mind not to wait any longer. Although Shutong might only be agreeing on the spot, it was still better than Fang Cihang getting into trouble on his own.
"Then my sister wishes you two a happy marriage soon~"
"If Xiao Mei really comes back to life one day, I believe that with your mind and wisdom, she, a witch, will be defeated in every way, hahaha~"
"I'm looking forward to it too~"
Recalling the evil-hearted Xiao Luoyi, Yan Jiu burst into laughter. At this time, Alian also returned to the room with an empty bowl, and Yan Jiu stood up and said goodbye to the two girls.
She had also drunk a lot of wine, and now she was drowsy.
"Is Qingyun okay?"
After Yan Jiu left, Long Fushi asked with a smile.
"It's nothing. I just stretched out my muscles and bones. He is currently in a state of excitement. Zhijing Cave is so peaceful that he is not used to it."
"Haha, that's good. This is the world of alchemists. If you want to improve your strength or take the initiative to compete, you need to go to Yuquan Cave."
"By the way, Sister Fu Shi, how is Ziyu?"
The little fox put his head behind Long Fushi and looked curiously at the red-faced Sleeping Beauty.
"Tsk, don't tell me, this girl is indeed pretty."
"Call me girl, she is a master in the concentration realm."
Long Fushi sneered and shook his head, then said:
"I feel sorry for you, Sister Lian. I have clean bed and bedding in my cabinet. You can just stay on the floor for the night."
"It's okay, Sister Fu Shi, what about you?"
"Ayu drank too much. I'm afraid she will vomit at night. I'll keep her company for a while and rest early. You drank too."
"Okay then~"
"Get up early tomorrow, don't let Qingyun be late~"
"Yes, yes, it's only the second day."
Hearing this, the little fox quickly made a bed on the floor, then burrowed his head under the quilt and began to count the sheep. Long Fushi once again fed Feng Ziyu some sobering soup and fell silent.
In the dead of night, with dim candlelight, blood seemed to boil in her eyes, and the two words from Ayu's mouth kept popping up in her mind:
"share…"
The wine last night was still in stock that Qingyun bought from near Qianzhong City. Although the wine tasted good, it lacked spiritual energy, so even if they drank too much, they were not particularly drunk.
The early morning sun shone through the window on Feng Ziyu's fair and tender face, and the swaying mottled colors made her reluctantly open her eyes.
Feeling a little thirsty in her mouth, she said in a daze:
"Dad, I want some water."
But when the warmth spread across her throat, she suddenly felt that the slightly rough hands she touched didn't seem like her father.
"Ahem~"
"Ayu, drink slowly!"
After choking several times, Feng Ziyu got up and asked in surprise:
"Write a poem! I...why am I here?"
"How could you go back when you were so drunk yesterday?"
"yesterday…"
Shaking her still aching head, she tried to piece together the fragments of memory. Then she lifted the quilt and breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw that the inner garment was intact.
"What are you looking at? Qingyun is not here, and Sister Lian has been pushed to the ground by you."
Long Fushi gave her a rare naughty wink and sneered.
"Qingyun... By the way, where is that brat?"
"Since I drove you to Fang Cihang's place, why are you unhappy about losing to a low-level monk in the Yuan Hua realm?"
"defeat?"
"Have you forgotten?"
"I really drank too much yesterday, please let me slow down..."
Seeing her look like this, Long Fushi chuckled softly, and then tidied up her messy bun.
When the hairpin was replaced, Young Master Yu suddenly took on a new look and became the handsome young man again.
"No...this is impossible. How could he take one...two palms from me!?"
"Oh, your palm power alone is not as good as your spiritual power yesterday, and Yun Lang's physical body is not inferior to ordinary Concentration Realm monks. Besides, you drank so much wine yesterday, it is normal for your moves to be unstable."
The little fox was also woken up by the startled Feng Ziyu. He turned over and couldn't help but complain.
"This low-quality spirit wine is too high."
"Don't show off if you can't drink enough."
Feng Ziyu was a little targeted at Qingyun, so the little fox naturally didn't have a good look on her and kept making sarcastic remarks.
"Who said I can't drink anymore?"
"I don't know who was so crazy yesterday. After being slapped twice by Yun Lang, he still refused to accept it. As a result, he was knocked back again. After that, he vomited. By the way, poor brother Shutong was unlucky."
Alian rolled her eyes at Feng Ziyu angrily, then turned over and gave her a big slap on the back of her head.
"Shu Tong? What happened to Shu Tong?"
"Why, you don't remember this either?"
Long Fushi asked helplessly after bringing her another bowl of warm water.
"Tsk, I really don't remember, I drank it all..."
Feng Ziyu pulled the quilt with some embarrassment, revealing a girlish look.
"Some people not only vomited Brother Shutong's purple robe yesterday as if it had fallen into a pig pen, but they also hugged and gnawed at them, shouting, 'Shu Tong, you are still the most handsome, I will be the most handsome in the future. I want to marry you~', I'm so embarrassed~"
"You! This is impossible!"
Alian's words immediately made Feng Ziyu blush. But seeing Long Fushi laughing so hard that he could hardly hold the bowl, she screamed incessantly, then hid her head under the quilt. stand up.
"Cut~ cover your ears and steal the bell~"
"Alright Sister Lian, stop talking. Ayu's words are indeed drunken words."
Although Long Fushi was trying to stop her, her uncontrollable smile only fueled Alian's arrogance. The little fox joked again:
"That was Brother Shutong's first kiss, you have to be responsible!"
At this time, Feng Ziyu lifted the quilt again, blushing and said softly:
"Am I not too?!"
"Ahem, then Shutong has to take responsibility too!"
"Writing poems! Even you bullied me!"
Feng Ziyu stared at Long Fu Shi with tearful eyes, but this finally made her burst out laughing, and the little fox was also laughing so hard.
"You don't know, Brother Shutong was so confused by you... Eh~ I feel sick just saying it."
A-Lian was afraid that the incident wouldn't be big enough, so she kept adding fuel to the fire.
"But, according to my many years of experience, he probably hasn't had any in-depth interactions with the opposite sex. He was just kissed by you and was so frightened that his true colors were revealed. He actually stumbled and turned into a fire phoenix and flew away."
Balabala talked for a long time. The more energetic the little fox talked, the duller Feng Ziyu's eyes became. In the end, Long Fushi called her soul back twice with the power of a confusing sound. .
"Then...then he knows that I am a woman?"
"Of course~ This person must be a good drinker, otherwise he will talk nonsense after a glass of wine. My father is Feng Yugan. I want to marry you. You have such a sense of security that no one can hear you. How embarrassing!”
"Okay Sister Lian, don't say any more."
Seeing that the blush on Feng Ziyu's face gradually faded, Long Fushi was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, so he quickly made a stern face to Alian.
"Oh~"
The little fox pursed his lips, said, "I'll tell Yunlang to get up and go to class," and then slipped out.
"Ayu, Qingyun is also responsible for this. He shouldn't have a drinking fight with you."
Long Fushi comforted him softly.
"Hey, I'm too competitive."
"Eh? Mr. Yu has changed his gender? He actually admits his mistake?"
"Hmph, who made him the man you like to write poems? You must not save some face for that boy!"
Hearing this, Long Fushi's face showed a touching smile.
"But are you really willing to share Qingyun with others?"
Seeing that Alian was not there, Feng Ziyu asked quietly, but Long Fushi did not answer directly. Instead, he got up and gave her a basin of water and a towel.
"It's not up to me whether you want it or not."
After Feng Ziyu splashed water on his face, Long Fushi spoke gently in her usual sweet voice.
"Okay, even if Qinglian becomes your sister in the future, how can you guarantee that the philandering boy will not attract bees and butterflies again? You have to fight for what you have to fight for, and grab the one you like. Your temper is too weak." !”
Feng Ziyu naturally cares about her sisters' lifelong happiness, otherwise she wouldn't have tested Qingyun again and again yesterday. She just held Long Fushi's hand, as if she wanted to arouse the fortitude hidden in her heart.
Her words really made Long Fushi's slender eyebrows frown slightly, but after a moment he turned around and smiled, saying:
"I think someone should think about how to face Shutong first~"
"I...I drank too much!"
"Hmm, then you have to pray that Shutong will also drink it!"
"I hate writing poems!"
The two girls' charming smiles were like silver bells, and they started playing with each other as intimately as they did many years ago.
Dong-dong-dong, with a brief knock on the door, Long Fushi and Feng Ziyu quickly restrained themselves.
"Who is it?"
"I compose the poem."
"Wait a moment."
After saying that, Long Fushi quickly urged Feng Ziyu to put on his clothes, and then opened the door after a while.
"Sister Fu Shi, why are you so slow~"
The little fox jumped out from behind Qingyun first and asked maliciously, but Long Fushi ignored him and looked at Qingyun:
"You didn't feel bad last night, did you?"
"No, that hangover soup is very useful."
The young master was a little afraid to look into the room, but he was very ashamed of his boring mentality. After all, the room clearly belonged to him.
PS: Go to work and go to work~
