Han Qianlong went to help her.
Ling Gu Yue stood up mechanically following his movements.
He raised his head and asked him dumbly, "Elder brother, master doesn't want me anymore?"
"How could it be?" Her state made Han Qianlong feel a little distressed, and he also felt that Zhenzun Luopan had gone too far. "Uncle Sixth Master just hates that iron cannot become steel, and is angry that you always gamble with your own life."
Seeing that she still didn't respond, Han Qianlong knocked on her head, "Yue'er, do you think Uncle Sixth Master loves you? How is your relationship with him?"
"Of course he loves me." Ling Gu Yue answered without any hesitation, "Although he is my master, he is no different from my father."
Han Qianlong sighed, "So, Yue'er, which old father would want his daughter to go on an adventure at all costs to seek excitement? You are using a knife to disturb his heart."
He took Ling Guyue back to his yard, where Long Yu was lying on a deck chair and basking in the sun. His enchanting figure looked more like a charming fox than a snake.
"Hey, you're such a rare visitor, why did Xiao Yue'er come to your senior brother's yard today? Where is our Xiao Qi?"
Han Qianlong gave him a slap in the face and told him to get out.
After many years of tacit understanding, Long Yu received the signal immediately, put away his cynical expression, and sat down at the stone table to make tea smoothly.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Long Yu's feeling of making tea is completely different from Han Qianlong's.
It seemed that as soon as Long Yu sat there, the whole world became calm. All he could see was his pleasing movements of flowing water, and he could hear the different sounds of water pouring from one container to another.
Ling Gu Yue suddenly felt calm.
Smelling the fresh fragrance of tea, she seemed to be falling into a dream.
"Is it okay?"
Hearing Han Qianlong's question, Long Yu rolled his eyes in a nonchalant manner, "It would be a waste if I could miss against a foundation builder like Xiao Yue'er."
Han Qianlong was relieved and had some fun bickering with Long Yu.
"Yes, before someone met me, he was indeed a bit of a loser."
Thinking of the disgraced and ferocious kid before his awakening, Han Qianlong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
This look really deserves a beating.
Long Yu felt angry, but he kept moving his hands. He decided that after Ling Guyue recovered, he would trick Ling Guyue into calling him Brother Long Yu to see if Han Qianlong was angry.
On weekdays, she knows how to be angry with him, and she acts as gentle and gentle as jade, a humble gentleman in front of others, but when she comes to him, she will only give up when she bullies him.
Before he was too angry, he saw Han Qianlong pick up a cup of tea, blow a few sips, and put it to his lips to sip the tea.
"Well! If we just talk about the art of making tea, if you think you are second, no one will dare to think you are first."
Long Yu was once again infuriated by adding fuel to the fire. To make him angry, he even drank tea leisurely in front of him and had sex.
He couldn't help but pinched his throat and started to reply again, "Brother is really a philanthropic person. I think he has drank a lot of tea brewed by others, otherwise how could he make such a comment."
Long Yu was naturally beautiful, and now he was holding his throat and imitating a woman's accent. Even a straight man might want to be turned over by him for a moment.
"What Ayu said makes some sense." Han Qianlong played with the cup in his hand, then drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and approached him and said: "Brother has countless confidants, but there is only one person who can work hand in hand, and this person , but are you jealous?"
Very good, I can't explain it, I can't tease him, I'm not even as thick-skinned as others. Long Yu was furious. If he wasn't still creating the illusion of peace, he really wanted to drag Han Qianlong into a fight.
He will show no mercy.
As soon as this idea came to him, he instantly felt that it was reliable. He paused and the speed of casting the spell slowed down a bit.
Ling Guyue, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly slapped the table, "Xiaoyue'er! Try to fool me again!"
