【Gu Qinghuan】
[Bond: Respect each other as guests]
[Wood Spirit Root: Low Grade (42/1000)]
[Water Spirit Root: Low Grade (30/1000)]
[Fire Spirit Root: Low Grade (30/1000)]
Zhao Qing stopped scanning the panel in front of him and turned to look at the woman sitting opposite him.
With her slender fingers, Gu Qinghuan held her bamboo chopsticks and lowered her head to eat the food in small bites.
At this moment, she noticed the eyes in front of her and raised her head slightly: "Master, try this."
Zhao Qing said nothing and looked at him again.
The woman slowly put down her bamboo chopsticks and looked at Zhao Qing quietly with her beautiful eyes: "Master, do you like to see Qing Huan?"
There were many male and female servants eating around, and they vaguely heard the words coming from here...
Their eyes swept across that graceful figure, and even the female cultivators felt their hearts swaying.
There is also some... shame.
Owner!
Such words are actually said in public...
Zhao Qing looked at the gentle face in front of him. After the red clouds faded, Gu Qinghuan's face looked a little pale, with a hint of sadness.
He nodded slightly. "pretty."
Gu Qinghuan drew a few strands of black hair behind her ears, and gently tilted her face to the side, completely showing her profile to the person in front of her.
Said: "Qing Huan is ready."
Zhao Qing:......
He continued to eat, and the woman in front of him quietly served him food.
"Master, Qing Huan has come to Zaofang to get porridge before, but this is the first time he has stayed for dinner."
"Master, these green sunflowers are delicious."
"Owner……"
Zhao Qing noticed the gazes of the innate servants around him and silently lowered his head.
Even he himself felt a little uncomfortable.
The words 'Master' are crisp to the bone, and the secret words in the room can't be brought out and kept saying no?
But these words, placed in front of Gu Qinghuan, seemed ordinary.
It seemed like a matter of course, just like calling 'senior brother'.
He couldn't help but think of Gu Qinghuan's views in the alchemy room.
This woman is really a bit unique...
【Gu Qinghuan】
[Bond: Respect each other as guests]
His eyes once again glanced at the so-called bond in front of him.
Treat each other with respect.
Her delicate figure and flushed cheeks came to mind...
Zhao Qing slowly grasped the bamboo chopsticks as tightly as he had just grasped his delicate feet.
That posture of letting yourself do what you want...
They are so respectful to each other!
After he was full, he said to Gu Qinghuan, "Do you want to go home with me?"
A smile bloomed in the woman's eyes, but she shook her head slightly: "Qing Huan is self-aware. He has not yet understood the experience written by the master, and has not refined the Qi Gathering Pill. It is better to refine the pill in the alchemy room first."
Zhao Qing nodded slowly: "The courtyard with the last name of Ding in Zaofang can come over at any time."
After a while.
Gu Qinghuan slowly stood up and left the Zaofang with lotus steps.
Stepping into the wind and snow, the sleeves of her plain white skirt swayed in the wind, as if she would ride the wind away in the next moment.
It was only at this moment that some of the little geniuses who had just been curious suddenly realized.
That senior sister is an alchemist!
The Qi Gathering Pill she received might have been refined by her...
When they looked around again, they found that the man she called her master had also left Zaofang.
Only occasionally someone was still whispering.
"He's a senior fellow from Dingziyuan."
"Senior Brother Zhao, you are a very kind person. You newbies don't know that."
"I also went to Senior Brother Zhao's wedding banquet."
"Senior Brother Wang Teng, please don't talk nonsense in the workshop."
"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Zhao rarely comes to Zaofang to eat recently."
…
At the same time, in the No. 3 courtyard near Zaofang.
Wang Teng silently withdrew the spiritual consciousness that had spread outside.
His eyes were lost for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he opened the door to the west wing.
A touch of sweet fragrance hits your nostrils.
He glanced at his sister who was dressing in the mirror.
"Jiaojiao."
Wang Jiao turned around slowly and whispered: "Brother."
Wang Teng walked to the bronze mirror and looked at the woman in the mirror silently.
After a long time, he continued to speak.
"Jiaojiao, do you really fall in love with Qin Yong?"
The woman in front of the mirror looked slightly startled. For some reason, her brother brought up the old matter again.
The vague figure appeared in her mind.
Recalling the torture he experienced in the alchemy room, his legs slowly closed.
"I have no idea."
Wang Teng reached out to touch her hair and sighed slightly.
Then he took the wooden comb and carefully took care of his black hair.
"You were clamoring to go to Nanze, but I didn't let you go."
"Have you thought about it these days? What are your plans in the future?"
Wang Jiao's eyes trembled slightly, thinking about the past, she felt that the wooden chair under her was a little wet: "I still want to go to Nanze."
One trip?
Wang Teng shook his head slightly.
"After arriving in Nanze, serve Qin Yong with peace of mind and don't disobey him."
"He is about to build a foundation. If you can really follow him down-to-earth, it won't be ridiculous."
Wang Jiao looked at her brother combing her hair in the mirror, and her eyes slowly widened.
"elder brother?"
Wang Teng smiled and raised his hand to gently smooth her hair.
"Let's go after the snow stops."
"These are three hundred spiritual stones. You must not rely too much on Qin Yong and find some livelihood for yourself."
"You can take charge of things in the house, but you can't behave like that... dissolute."
Wang Teng put down the wooden comb in his hand, took off the storage ring on his hand, took his sister's slender finger and put it on.
He turned around and walked to the door of the wing. After hesitating for a moment, he walked out of the room.
Only one sentence is left: "Go home early before celebrating the new year."
Wang Jiao stood up suddenly and asked: "Didn't you say that we have to wait for Zhao..."
Wang Teng turned his back and looked at the wind and snow in the courtyard.
He smiled bitterly and said: "I just learned a few days ago that Zhao Qing is not an alchemist, so there is no need to wait for him."
"My brother made a mistake before. I shouldn't have brought you to Zaofang, but it delayed you."
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Outside the alchemy hall, the wind and snow were still there.
Gu Qinghuan's steps were light and his eyes were filled with beautiful light.
Approaching the alchemy room, she opened the restricted door and pushed in.
Then he stopped...
He slowly closed the door behind him with his backhand.
She leaned quietly behind the door, feeling that the scene in front of her was a little blurry.
The water in the bathtub was already cold, but the furnishings in the house remained the same.
The candle lamp on the alchemy table was a little shorter, that's all.
Unknowingly, the glistening lights in the corners of her eyes had turned into lines and rain.
The heater brought by my sweetheart was placed beside the bed, but the house was still deserted.
The sense of emptiness that arose in her heart was a thousand times worse than before.
Gu Qinghuan breathed slowly, looked down at the bronze mirror, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and showed a slightly stiff smile.
After three sticks of incense.
The woman slowly put down the ink pen in her hand and stared blankly at the blurry piece of papyrus in front of her eyes, full of tears and thoughts.
The lotus arm was gently raised, and a delicate hand was stretched out to hold the toilet paper tightly, and then threw it into the fire...
The next moment, she stood up and pushed the door open. The fire behind her mercilessly devoured the feelings written by someone unknown.
Gu Qinghuan came outside the alchemy hall, where he had stopped early in the morning, and looked down carefully.
The next moment, two pairs of shallow footprints appeared in her sight, but they were mostly covered by the flying snow.
Like a child, she gently raised her jade legs and stepped deeper.
The jade hand that had just grasped the papyrus slowly dripped ink and dispersed in the snow, embellishing this unusual late autumn.
