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Chapter 84: Fanwai, Past Life II
Chapter 84: Fanwai, Past Life II
There was a pitifully dark shadow in front of the Taoist temple gate, but when Ye Jirong got closer, he realized that it was his little servant, A Yu.
He crouched down and shook Ayu gently, "Ayu, Ayu, why are you sleeping outside in such a cold night? Get up and go back inside."
A Yu was frightened and woke up suddenly, seeing Ye Jirong in front of him, he burst into tears: "Master, son, A Yu almost won't see you..."
A Yu is a young calf who is not afraid of tigers, and is playful and active. He often goes to the mountains alone to hunt game or pick some exotic fruits to come back to Ye Jirong to replenish his body.
This time he also went up the mountain as usual, chased a hare but accidentally wobbled his foot and fell off the cliff. He lost consciousness in severe pain. When he woke up, he went to the Taoist temple in a daze. He knocked on the door and no one was there. To answer, couldn't but was wronged and nestled by the door, and fell asleep like this unknowingly.
Ye Jirong looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no injury on his body, he was relieved. When he said that he fell off the cliff was a dream, hysteria, and nonsense, he coaxed: "It's fine, it's fine."
After he finished speaking, as if remembering something, he looked back at the man not far away and introduced to Ayu: "I just got lost on the mountain, but luckily I met the kind gentleman who took me out."
Ayu stood on tiptoe over his shoulder and looked at the man, her dark eyes lit up, she said in surprise, "Young Master, it must be a fairy, otherwise, how could he be much more handsome than you, Master!"
Ye Jirong pinched his face and told him to stop talking nonsense about his benefactor's appearance, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he looked at that person again.
The person in front of him is indeed handsome and unpretentious, and his body is even more elegant and elegant, like the continuous autumn rain falling from the east wind among the rocks and vines in the depths of the secluded valley.
"Benefactor, it's too late tonight, why don't you stay here and rest for a night... Also, Ji Rong doesn't know the name of the benefactor, so I don't know what to call him?"
The man's eyes were deep, as if trying to recall his name, "I don't have a name. I was born to stay here at Duyun Mountain. They all call me, Yunshan Jun."
"Or you can call me Fu Lian."
Fu Lian stayed in the Taoist temple because Ye Jirong wanted to repay his kindness.
Fu Lian treats people gently and courteously, but there is always a bit of ignorance and childishness in her elegance.
He has high comprehension and spiritual energy, and often knocks on Ye Jirong's door to ask him for advice, but he has tasted the joys and sorrows of the world in the pale ink of the book in a few decades.
"The vermilion lips are a little thick with spring, and Xu Shi's heart still regrets it... This poem means that if you taste the lips of a beautiful woman, even a god will not want to do it. Master Ye, is this really the case?"
Fu Lian looked like he was asking for advice carefully, and there was not a trace of obscene in his eyes, as if he really wanted to know the authenticity of this poem.
Ye Jirong, who was afraid of the cold and heat, fanned and ripped off his sweat-soaked shirt, leaving only a thin inner lining. At first, he was restrained, and his words and demeanor unavoidably showed a bit of spontaneity. He poured the sake and said, "I'm not an immortal, so how do I know the thoughts of immortals? Really magical..."
Fu Lian continued: "What if there are gods?"
Ye Jirong laughed, his face reddened by the noon heat was like a spring flower, and his red lips dipped in wine opened slightly like a peach blossom. Let him have a taste, to see if he is an immortal and doesn't want to do it...haha...uh..."
The romantic Ye Xianggong was beaten back to his original shape by a sudden kiss, and Fu Lian, who was sitting across from him, leaned over without warning and attached himself to him.
Many of the propriety, righteousness and shame that floated in Ye Jirong's mind were instantly suppressed by more obscene words.
There was no anger or anger in his eyes, instead, he was full of spring, and he was full of love.
The sun is too big today, and it is burning people's hearts.
He was trapped on Duyun Mountain for many years, and the matter of Yu Fengyue was only half-understood on paper, but the twists and turns in the book were nothing but a hero to save the beauty and promised each other.
If Fu Lian wanted to repay his kindness in a way, it would be fine...
"Young Master Ye." Fu Lian breathed lightly and left his lips, rubbed his lips thoughtfully, and touched his heart that had been silently beating since the time of the wild, but was beating slowly, "Young Master Ye, in the book It's true, it's not a lie."
"After tasting the beauty's red lips, it is a fairy, and I don't want to do it."