The two tossed from noon to night.

Lin Qingbai's health was poor, his body was weak, his mind was confused, and he couldn't remember some things clearly.

I only remember that his eyes were filled with tears, and he vaguely saw the candlelight at the bedside reflected on the red curtain, the warm light shone brightly, and both of them swayed like butterflies with wings.

He raised his sweaty fingertips, wanting to touch the butterfly, but before he could touch it, he suddenly groaned, his wrists trembling and hanging down, tightly holding the beautiful quilt, his fingertips turned pale.

In the end, he passed out and was held by Yan Qiusi until midnight, and then woke up by Yan Qiusi.

It was already midnight, and even the servants retreated, but Yan Qiusi squatted beside his bed and softly called: "Master...Master..."

Lin Qingbai struggled to open his sore eyes, and wanted to turn around to look at Yan Qiusi, but when he moved, it was as if he was about to fall apart, his waist and abdomen were sore, his calves were numb, and everything hurt badly.

He frowned slightly, bit his lower lip, but still couldn't stop grunting in pain.

"hiss......."

Yan Qiusi immediately put his hands under the quilt, rubbed Lin Qingbai's waist and abdomen, pressed his legs, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"

Lin Qingbai turned to look at him.

The candlelight reflected on Yan Qiusi's sharp-edged face.

The hall was silent, only the two of them, Yan Qiusi leaned in front of him, and even suppressed his voice when talking to him.

In fact, Lin Qingbai didn't need to answer, Yan Qiusi had already pressed every sore spot on his body.

Lin Qingbai's mouth moved, and he wanted to speak, but his throat was dry. He rolled his Adam's apple twice, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I don't sleep late at night...what's the matter....”

Only then did Yan Qiusi stop rubbing Lin Qingbai's hands, but turned around, and picked up the steaming bowl of porridge on the bedside table.

Holding the bowl of porridge, he looked at Lin Qingbai with deep and bright black eyes: "Master, you don't have dinner tonight. I was afraid that your stomach would be uncomfortable, so I cooked a bowl of porridge and drank some while it was hot.",OK?"

Yan Qiusi spoke in a very low tone, right next to Lin Qingbai's ear, in the quiet night, as if he was careful not to disturb Lin Qingbai.

The bowl of porridge was soft and rotten, with the stirring in Yan Qiusi's hand, there was a light fragrance of rice, it seemed that Yan Qiusi boiled it himself in the middle of the night.

Perhaps the light in the hall was glowing with warmth, Lin Qingbai looked at his little apprentice's lowered eyes, and his heart seemed to be warmed in the warm mist and white smoke, and it was about to melt.

"En..." He responded softly.

Yan Qiusi bent down and helped him up from the bed.

The head of the bed was too hard. Lin Qingbai felt sore when leaning on the head of the bed, even if he leaned on the soft cushion, it was uncomfortable.

However, before he could say it in the future, Yan Qiusi had already sat on the side of the bed, leaned against him, and held him in his arms.

Yan Qiusi's movements were as proficient as if he had done it a thousand times, he hugged Lin Qingbai, acted as a human cushion, and fed the cold white porridge to Lin Qingbai's mouth.

Normally, Lin Qingbai would have sipped a few sips of Yan Qiusi's hand, but now he is only wearing an underwear as thin as silk, and nothing else, leaning against Yan Qiusi's chest, the skin clearly felt the hotness of Yan Qiusi's chest, the bright red curtains, the messy bed, and the ambiguous traces on the bed were all in sight.

The redness spread along Lin Qingbai's neck to the ears, Lin Qingbai's cheeks were hot, and his breathing was uncontrollably heavy, he turned his head slightly, and did not drink the porridge in Yan Qiusi's hand.

Yan Qiusi's hands were in the air, and without knowing why, he rested his chin on Lin Qingbai's shoulder, and looked at Lin Qingbai's face twice.

The candle was dim, and he could only see his master's trembling eyes, and asked worriedly, "Master, do you have no appetite? Are you feeling sick?"

Yan Qiusi's hot breath hit Lin Qingbai's ear, Lin Qingbai rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "...it's just a porridge.......I'm not a useless person, I drink it myself..."

Yan Qiusi moved his hand away, not letting Lin Qingbai touch the bowl, and said: "Master, the bowl is hot, you can't take it, I'll get it."

Lin Qingbai's hand suddenly stopped, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He remembered what he had said to Yan Qiusi back then.

At that time, he was imprisoned in this bedroom by Yan Qiusi. Yan Qiusi held a bowl of hot soup and wanted to feed him medicine, and persuaded him softly, but he said to Yan Qiusi: "....Does your hand not hurt?"

"...The bowl is very hot, doesn't it hurt you?"

"You don't have to take something so hot in the future..."

"Leave the soup for a while longer, and it will cool down naturally. There is no need for the Demon Emperor to do anything more..."

At that time, Lin Qingbai thought that Yan Qiusi had been lying to him from the very beginning, so he used this to slander Yan Qiusi severely, but if he knew that all of Yan Qiusi's sufferings were caused by him,He couldn't say what he said at the beginning.

He was ashamed.

Yan Qiusi detected Lin Qingbai's loss, moved closer, buried his face in Lin Qingbai's neck, rubbed against Lin Qingbai's neck like a child, and kissed Lin Qingbai like a manwhite neck.

He sniffed the fragrance of Lin Qingbai's body vigorously with the tip of his nose, and his voice became more and more low and confused: "Master, you are not a useless person, you are my wife, I wish I could tie you to my body every day....Every day......not to mention feeding you, I can give you my life......Master......"

Yan Qiusi's voice was like a spell, low and magnetic, circulating in Lin Qingbai's ears, and Lin Qingbai's body began to feel hot and weak again, forgetting what was on his mind just now. At the same time, Lin Qingbai feltSomething is wrong.

Yan Qiusi's pressure on him became heavier and heavier...

Hands are not honest to his body.

Lin Qingbai still had a sliver of clarity in his mind, he snatched the porridge bowl from Yan Qiusi's hand, pushed him away fiercely, and reprimanded him pretending to be ignorant: "Your mouth is full of nonsense."

After Lin Qingbai finished speaking, he didn't look at Yan Qiusi again, but lowered his head, sipping the white porridge Yan Qiusi made for him.

The porridge is sprinkled with sesame seeds and some sesame oil, it tastes very fragrant and melts in the mouth.

Lin Qingbai was tossed all afternoon and overnight yesterday, and he was really hungry, so it was rare for him to drink a few more sips.

When the bowl of porridge was about to bottom out, Yan Qiusi's deep voice came over.

"Is it good to drink? Master..."

Lin Qing gave Bai En, and the next second the porridge in his hand was snatched away by Yan Qiusi.

The porridge bowl was thrown under the bed and shattered with a bang.

At the same time, Yan Qiusi hugged him and pressed him on the bed.

Lin Qingbai didn't react, his eyes widened in fright.

At some point, Yan Qiusi's eyes were red like a tiger again. He was very close to Lin Qingbai, and his gaze swept over Lin Qingbai little by little, like a jackal, tiger and leopard staring at his preyIn that way, he said in a hoarse voice: "But Master, I also want to taste how delicious this bowl of porridge is..."

"Then go and taste, um—"

Yan Qiusi kissed him unreasonably again.

Lin Qingbai panicked this time, he pushed Yan Qiusi's chest feebly with his hands.

The red curtain swayed, and Lin Qingbai's panting sound came from the curtain.

"An'er...An'er..."

"Master..."

"I have a backache... I won't come, okay..."

"This time, don't let Master move..."

On the second day, the snow had passed, but the sun was still a little cold.

When the time came, Yan Qiusi got up from the bed,

Last night he tossed his master all night, Lin Qingbai was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands, and said that he had a backache.

Yan Qiusi could only hug his master to sleep.

He was afraid that his master would feel uncomfortable in the morning, so he massaged his master's waist and legs all night.

Now that he got up, Lin Qingbai was still asleep.

Yan Qiusi stood up and put on his robes, ready to go to the morning court. Before he left, he was about to step out of the palace gate, when suddenly something seemed to have fallen, and he took two steps back, standing by the bed and fingering lightly.opened the curtain.

Lin Qingbai was sleeping soundly, her black hair was messily scattered between the pillows, her eyelashes were like falling feathers, her sleeping face was beautiful, but Ying was still not feeling well, and her brows were slightly frowned.

Yan Qiusi looked at his master for a while, full of love.

He thought to himself, anyway, his master is fast asleep now, so he probably wouldn't wake up even if he kissed him.

So the devil emperor, who has always been hard-hearted, had a rare romantic moment, and gave his master a good morning kiss, which fell gently between Lin Qingbai's eyebrows.

However, at this moment, Lin Qingbai opened his eyes tremblingly, and met Yan Qiusi's handsome face who was close at hand.

Yan Qiusi was caught off guard, straightened up immediately, and said, "Master, why are you awake? I didn't mean to wake you up......"

Lin Qingbai's Adam's apple rolled, his cheeks were reddish and he turned his eyes sideways. He didn't say anything, but asked him: "Why don't you go to court?"

"I'm going now." Yan Qiusi turned around and was about to leave.

Lin Qingbai called to stop him: "Wait a minute."

Yan Qiusi stood still and looked at his master, not knowing what was going on.

Lin Qingbai supported the bed with one hand, and wanted to straighten up, but her hands and feet were weak, and her waist felt soft and painful, and she almost fell back again.

Yan Qiusi immediately opened the curtain, supported his master's shoulders, and helped Lin Qingbai to lean against the bed.

"What's the matter, master?" Yan Qiusi asked, raised his hand to gather Lin Qingbai's messy clothes, and poured another cup of hot tea to Lin Qingbai's hand.

Lin Qingbai ignored him, but called out: "Liu Yue."

Liu Yue was standing outside the hall, when she heard the voice, she walked in with lowered eyes.

The curtains on the bed were drawn down, and Lin Qingbai was hidden in the red curtain, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and no one dared to look at him.

Everyone knows that Yan Qiusi is domineering, especially when it comes to his master.

No matter men, women, old or young, whoever looked at his master more than once, he would like to goug out their eyes.

What's more, Lin Qingbai who just spent the night......

Liu Yue stared at the ground, did not dare to lift her head, and responded in a low voice: "Xianzun."

"En." Lin Qingbai said in a hoarse voice, "Bring the things I prepared for the king..."

"yes."

Liu Yue turned around, walked to the cabinet beside her, took out a dark red wooden box from inside, held the box in both hands and stood two steps away from the curtain, lowered her eyes, and bowed the wooden box forwardHe handed it over and said, "Immortal Venerable, here it is."

"good."

Lin Qingbai responded, and stretched out his hand from behind the red tent.

The five fingers are slender, spread out slowly, and the gauze dress as thin as onion's wings hangs between the wrists, reflecting the wrists as white and slender as lotus root segments.

Liu Yue stood a little far away, and Yan Qiusi sat by the bed and looked at her.

Feeling uneasy, Liu Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her body didn't move, her waist bent even deeper, and she handed the wooden box forward.

At this time, Yan Qiusi grasped Lin Qingbai's jade-like wrist, pinched his hand in his palm, then took the wooden box in Liu Yue's hand, turned around and entered the curtain, and leaned over Lin Qingbaiin front of the bed.

"Master, what is this?" Yan Qiusi asked.

Lin Qingbai was leaning on the bed, her eyebrows drooping slightly, and she looked at Yan Qiusi softly, and said, "This is a gift for you, open it."

Yan Qiusi opened the wooden box, and inside was a white bodhi beads.

The bodhi is crystal clear, pure and bright white, and each one is about the size of a longan. Holding it in Yan Qiusi's hands, it looks even more mighty.

As far as Yan Qiusi is concerned, he has never seen any rare treasures before. This is just a string of high-quality white Bodhi hands, which is not very precious.

But Yan Qiusi was holding it in his hand, looking at it so much he couldn't put it down.

Lin Qingbai had never given him such things as jewelry, and today was a precedent.

When Yan Qiusi saw this thing, he immediately knew what his master meant.

——Love token!

It must be because he performed so well last night, and his master rewarded him.

Yan Qiusi held the hand in his hand and kept stroking it, looked at Lin Qingbai with a smile, and asked his master in a voice that only two people could hear: "Master, last night...are you feeling well?"?”

Lin Qingbai paused while sipping tea.

Yan Qiusi moved closer to Lin Qingbai, and said in a lower voice: "Master, which pose do you like best?"

"..."

Lin Qingbai's hand clenched the teacup.

"Master, could it be that I hugged you from behind last night, when your voice changed..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, Lin Qingbai slapped Yan Qiusi on the head, and scolded him with a blushing face: "You are full of nonsense... This prayer bead is for you to cultivate your self-cultivation.What filth! Get out!"

"Master..."

"go out!"

 …

Liu Yue stood outside the curtain, she didn't know what was said inside, but she could only hear the Immortal Venerable finally got angry, his voice trembling with anger, scolded the king severely, and even gave him a big slap.

Liu Yue was so frightened that she held her breath, for fear that the Demon Emperor would be furious later and turn his anger on her.

But who knows, when Yan Qiusi came out of the curtain, although there was a red mark on his face, his face was still good, and he walked out of the palace with the white Bodhi in his hand.

The door of the hall closed, Yan Qiusi took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly, and called out: "Liu Cui."

Liu Yue: "...Your Majesty."

Yan Qiusi held the bodhi hand in his hand, just like holding a treasure, and reflected it in the sunlight. The light passed through the bodhi beads, illuminating the whole hand clearly and brightly.

"Has the Immortal Venerable been given to others as a gift?" He asked.

"My lord, the king is the only one in the immortal's heart. This hand is only prepared by the immortal for the king alone, there is no possibility of others."

Yan Qiusi was very satisfied with this answer, he nodded slowly, and asked again: "You have been following in front of Xianzun recently, what do you think Xianzun gave me to hold?"

Liu Yue was silent for a while, then raised her head to check Yan Qiusi's expression, gritted her teeth, and said following Yan Qiusi's thoughts: "The Immortal Venerable sent the king to hold his hand, naturally it is an expression of love."

Yan Qiusi was more satisfied with this answer.

It literally spoke to his heart.

He pretended to be thoughtful and nodded, held the Buddhist beads in his hands, and said solemnly: "This king also thinks so."

What self-cultivation.

His master clearly admired him.

Hard-spoken.

In the afternoon of that day, someone in the demon army reported that another inner ghost had been found out, and then he was brought to the main hall.

The name of the inner ghost is Li Fang, and he is a lieutenant general in the guarding team of the east gate. His official position is not high, and he rarely sees Yan Qiusi on weekdays, and he has never even spoken a word to the king.

At this time, when he was kneeling in front of Yan Qiusi, he trembled and kept shouting for injustice.

However, his voice alone could cover the other two generals who recited his criminal evidence aloud.

What can lead to foreign countries.

What to buy officials.

What framed the Confederates.

 …

One pile after another, these crimes were heavily pressed on Li Fang, and Li Fang was crushed to death. He knelt on the ground, his head was bleeding, and he said hoarsely: "Your Majesty, I amWronged!!! Please ask the king to investigate!!!”

However, Yan Qiusi's eyes were reddened by the evidence in front of him. There was a letter written by Li Fang on it, as well as the testimony of bribed officials.

According to the procedures, these criminal evidences still need to be confirmed and questioned.

However, everything Li Fang committed was Yan Qiusi's taboo.

Yan Qiusi was so angry that he lost his mind and became murderous. He pressed his palms hard and looked at the man kneeling under the altar with bloodshot eyes. The violence in his chest almost drowned him.

He thought about how to kill this person in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Chopped into pieces?

Chipped into pieces?

Roast in the fire?

Flooded?

No, these are not enough......

Yan Qiusi was full of blood and murderous aura, when the Bodhi in his hand sizzled and shattered, a crack was broken, and a white smoke came out along the white Bodhi, lingering and floating in the air, and finally stoppedLin Qingbai's voice came from Yan Qiusi's ear.

"An'er, what do you want to do?"

This sound was like ringing a bell, Yan Qiusi jumped up from the throne in shock, and the blood in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"Master, I didn't think about anything!"

There was an instant silence in the hall, and everyone looked at Yan Qiusi, not understanding what happened.

Standing in front of the throne, Yan Qiusi turned around and looked for his master everywhere, but he couldn't find it anywhere, so he hurriedly asked Feng Wan beside him.

"Feng Wan, where is the Immortal Venerable?!"

"Your Majesty, the Immortal Venerable has been in the bedroom and has not come."

Yan Qiusi was stunned for a moment, he stood on the spot, calmed down for a long time, finally panted heavily, and lowered his eyes to look at the white bodhi in his hand.

It really wasn't easy to hold the bodhi bead, which was pure white before, but after the wisp of white smoke came out just now, it became transparent.

Only then did Yan Qiusi understand what happened.

His master was really well-intentioned, he put a wisp of his spiritual consciousness in his hand, and asked Yan Qiusi to hold this hand every day.

If Yan Qiusi gets angry and wants to kill someone, Bodhi is crisp and shattered with the strength of Yan Qiusi's hand, and that wisp of divine consciousness will fly out, alerting Yan Qiusi all the time, just like Lin Qingbai standingYan Qiusi's side is the same.

Holding the bodhi in hand really has the effect of self-cultivation...

The two generals in the audience saw that Yan Qiusi had stopped his killing intent, and looked at each other. Immediately, you were speechless, and continued to tell Li Fang's guilt in fierce words.

Every sentence made the unforgivable crime Li Fang said, and every sentence poured fire on Yan Qiusi's heart.

In the end, one of the generals knelt in front of Yan Qiusi and said loudly: "Your Majesty! This man Li Fang has a vicious mind! There is no pardon for the crime! Ten thousand deaths are inevitable! I hope the King will order as soon as possible to get rid of this man!"People! Otherwise, the hearts of the people will be uneasy!!!”

"Yes, Your Majesty!!!"

"Please also ask the king to give an order as soon as possible to get rid of this person!!!"

"Otherwise, the hearts of the people will be uneasy!!!"

In the past, Li Fang didn't even need these people to provoke him, Li Fang would have already become Yan Qiusi's ghost, but now Yan Qiusi was shocked by his master's words and broke into a cold sweat, with no killing intent in his heart.

He ignored the loud pleadings of those people in the audience, but sat back on the throne tiredly, half closed his eyes, pinched the center of his brows and said: "First go to prison, and discuss after finding out the facts."

"Kings!!!"

"Kings!!!"

Amid the voices of officials and soldiers, Yan Qiusi waved his hand impatiently and retreated.

For the remaining few days, Yan Qiusi was very busy.

There were two times, he didn't even bother to eat with Lin Qingbai for lunch.

Lin Qingbai saw that he was bothering him, so she didn't ask him, but only asked two servants, but they didn't find anything.

Until the afternoon of the fifth day, when the sun was shining, Lin Qingbai had nothing to do, playing with flowers and plants in the yard, when suddenly a person came quickly from behind and hugged him.

It was still the unreasonable strength, and the familiar breath.

Lin Qingbai's hand watering the flowers paused, then he lowered his eyebrows and continued to water the flowers, asking softly, "Are you done?"

"Mm...Master." Yan Qiusi embraced his master from behind, wrapped his hands around Lin Qingbai's slender waist, buried his face in Lin Qingbai's neck, and rubbed gently, muffled: "Master, I miss you..."

The corners of Lin Qingbai's mouth curled up, but he said, "We meet each other every day, and you only went to court in the morning, why did you think about it?"

"It's been a long time..." Yan Qiusi calculated with him preoccupiedly: "It has been three and a half hours since morning...Master, do you want me to... …”

The smile on Lin Qingbai's face deepened, and he asked, "How old are you?"

"One thousand nine hundred and four years old."

Lin Qingbai nodded, and said with a smile in his voice, "Well...it's really young."

Yan Qiusi didn't respond, but held Lin Qingbai's hand tighter. He lowered his head and kissed Lin Qingbai's neck, as if taking revenge on his master.

(Just a kiss, the review will let me go.)

Yan Qiusi used a lot of strength, and within a short while, Lin Qingbai's legs and feet were numb, and he couldn't stop humming softly, the hand holding the watering pot trembled like a willow bud in the winddrooping tremblingly.

Yan Qiusi immediately grabbed his master's weak wrist, threw the teapot on the ground, put his knee on his master's chest, and hugged his master's limp body with both hands, and then supported Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai's voice trembled slightly: "There are servants watching, get up..."

"I let them all go..." Yan Qiusi licked Lin Qingbai's neck with the tip of his tongue, and slowly kissed Lin Qingbai's earlobe.Panting unceasingly, at last his lips stopped beside Lin Qingbai's ear, but his voice said with some resentment: "Master, the bodhi hand you gave me is really for self-cultivation..."

Lin Qingbai's red lips parted slightly to pant, unable to say a word, he could only let Yan Qiusi pinch his waist, listening to Yan Qiusi continue: "A few days ago, some generals framed a lieutenant general Li TongForeign countries, buying officials, framing allies... The words are convincing, and the witnesses are afraid... If it weren't for Master's hand, I would have cut people off... …”

"Thanks to Master, I know that this person was framed......"

"It's just, Master...you made me lose face in front of so many people...should you make it up to me..."

 …

The courtyard is full of fallen flowers, like snow and frost, with a faint fragrance.

Not long after, Lin Qingbai was lying among the flowers in white clothes. His eyes were red, his hair was loose, and his face was like a peach blossom.

In the end, Lin Qingbai finally said two words with difficulty: "And..."

Yan Qiusi paused, and asked, "...what?"

With tears in Lin Qingbai's eyes, he grabbed the hair on top of Yan Qiusi's head with his fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm ready...Hundreds of bodhi hands...youWear it every day..."

Yan Qiusi's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth for a while and said, "Okay... listen to Master."

Then, the trees trembled, and the fallen flowers flew, covering the two of them.