"Brother Ci Song, you're awake!"
A woman wearing a bright red Confucian robe, slender eyebrows, and red cherry lips came directly to the bathtub, with a look of surprise on her face.
"Mo, Mo Yao?"
Ci Song recognized the woman's identity at a glance. Wasn't this his fiancée who was engaged to him?
"Brother Ci Song, I didn't expect you to come to Kong Sheng Academy so early, and you didn't even know to tell me."
There was a hint of resentment in Mo Yao's tone, like a little daughter-in-law, "Have you received the letter I asked my disciple to bring you?"
"I got it, I got it, that Mo Yao, why don't you go out first, and I, I'll get dressed and then we can talk?"
Ci Song only felt a little embarrassed. Normally he would have been fine, but now, he was lying naked in the tub, and Mo Yao was leaning against the tub, making Ci Song very uncomfortable.
"Brother Ci Song, are you shy?"
Mo Yao blinked his watery eyes, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
"Brother Ci Song, don't you know that I took off your clothes for you, and you have already been seen naked by me."
Mo Yao said with a smile on her face. Her words were full of teasing and ridicule. As she spoke, she stood up and poured a cup of tea, "Anyway, we have an engagement, so we just read it. Are you right?" ?”
Ci Song's face turned red. He wanted to speak, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't. This little girl looked so gentle, but she had such a fierce personality?
"Brother Ci Song, don't be shy, I will be responsible for you."
"Ahem, um, Mo Yao, although we are engaged, you know that I am a wicked person. You must know the title of the number one playboy in Daliang. I think you must know it."
Ci Song was ready to scare Mo Yao and take the initiative, "Aren't you afraid that I will do something strange to you?"
As he spoke, he began to look Mo Yao up and down deliberately, acting like a gangster.
Unexpectedly, Ci Song's words made the smile on Mo Yao's face even bigger, "Brother, you have to be gentler."
After saying that, Mo Yao made a gesture of taking off her clothes.
"No, no, Mo Yao, I'm joking with you, don't take it seriously."
Now Ci Song was completely scared. Good guy, Ci Song couldn't afford the penalty of three years of starting and unlimited service.
"Don't look at anything that's inappropriate, don't hear anything that's inappropriate, don't say anything that's inappropriate." Ci Song shouted quickly.
"Hehe, it seems that Brother Ci Song is still very unqualified, but come to think of it, Brother Ci Song is a kind-hearted person by nature."
Ci Song opened his eyes again and found that Mo Yao had put his arms beside the tub, holding his cheeks with his hands, with a happy smile on his face.
"Okay, brother Ci Song, I won't tease you anymore. You can have a good rest today. I'll come back to you tomorrow morning. I've already had the food prepared. You can eat directly after you finish cleaning."
Having said this, Mo Yao stood up, looked at Ci Song tenderly, and said, "Brother Ci Song, see you tomorrow."
The red figure left the bedroom where Ci Song was, but Ci Song himself felt very embarrassed. He was an eighteen-year-old man, but he was molested by a thirteen-year-old girl? Although the ancients were relatively precocious, this feeling still made him feel a little strange.
"No, I want to get the place back tomorrow, and I can't let a little girl lead me around!"
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In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song had already woken up. He began to look at the room where he lived. He found that the layout of the room was very neat, and there were many musical instruments in the room, such as pipa, guzheng, erhu, etc., and even There is also a chime in the corner.
"It seems that the owner of the room is a scholar who enjoys reading and writing."
Ci Song opened the door. It was night yesterday and he didn't see the scene outside the window clearly. Now he realized that he saw where he was. It was on the mountain. He looked up and looked around. There were many courtyards. They should be there. It is for disciples to live.
"I didn't expect that the student dormitory of Confucius Academy is actually on the mountain."
As he said this, he closed the door and prepared to walk down the mountain. As soon as he went out, he heard a voice.
"Who are you? Why did you walk out of Junior Sister Mo's room?"
Ci Song looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man looking at him with hostility.
The young man looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, tall, fair-skinned, and very handsome. Especially because he was wearing a blue Confucian robe and carrying a three-foot ancient sword behind his back, it made him even more heroic.
"Ah? Is this Mo Yao's room?" Ci Song said in surprise.
After hearing Ci Song's answer, the young man immediately pulled out the long sword from his back, and the hostility in his eyes turned into vigilance, "Who are you?"
As he spoke, the white talent emerged from his hand, and he muttered something: "Use ominous rituals to mourn the country's worries: mourn death with funeral rituals, lament misfortunes with funeral rituals, mourn disasters with condolence rituals, lament the encirclement and defeat with funeral rituals, mourn the encirclement and defeat with funeral rituals, The courtesy is polite and the bandits are in trouble. The polite courtesy is to behead."
In an instant, a white sword light condensed in the young man's hand, and then rushed towards Ci Song.
"Holy shit, what are you doing?"
Ci Song was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly attack him. He was a little panicked for a moment. He quickly gathered his talents and subconsciously formed a long sword in his hand.
The next second, the two long swords collided with each other, making a deafening sound.
The young man's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Ci Song to be able to withstand his attack, but he had rich combat experience. After discovering that Ci Song didn't take the opportunity to attack, he immediately made a fist with both hands, preparing to attack again.
"You really misunderstood, I didn't mean any harm."
Ci Song naturally noticed this. While the young man was preparing to attack, his figure was already moving down the mountain.
"Want to run?"
When the young man saw this, he sneered. He made a mistake with his foot and chased Ci Song. When Ci Song heard the sound of wind coming from behind him, he didn't look back and subconsciously punched him with a backhand.
"Bang!" The young man felt a strong force in the air, and he was blown back by the wind of the fist.
He was shocked. He didn't expect that his attack would be easily received by the other party, and the other party was faster than himself! What realm is this? A scholar or a scholar?
"I said, I really didn't know that was Mo Yao's room. If you chase me again, I will really fight back." Ci Song said helplessly.
"Penglai Immortal Island, the Holy Land of Saint Kong, you thief are so rude."
"Hmph, then let me see how strong you are as a thief. Ferocious sword, massacre."
The long sword in the young man's hand instantly burst into dazzling white light, and ferocious beast heads condensed on the sword body, and then rushed towards Ci Song.
"The Xia Ming Sword is bowed and illuminates the frost, and the autumn wind moves the horse out of Xianyang."
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