UGB Chapter 25
Chapter 25
The sun is coming out.
The warm sunlight shone on the face, gently waking up the sleeping person.
The snow-white eyelashes of the person nestled under the quilt trembled, and his thinking gradually became clear.He reluctantly rubbed the soft and warm fabric under his face, and let out a contented sigh.Last night was the day when he was poisoned, and he didn't expect to be able to sleep so well.
This was even a rare good sleep that he could remember... Even his whole body was filled with a soft feeling of powerlessness after a deep sleep.I don't even remember it.
Um?Toxic hair?
No... last night... little idiot!
Jin Tong opened suddenly, and Fang Siming turned over and sat up.
It was the bed where he slept last night.
The windows of the room were covered by translucent screens, which ensured that he could be woken up at the right time.
He was wearing a set of clean white underwear, which was dry and comfortable, and the bedding and pillows were warm and soft.
Fang Siming's slender fingers gently brushed the fabric of the quilt, then smoothed the white hair behind him, and finally stopped on the golden half mask on his face.
The clothes changed last night have been taken away, replaced by today's clothes, which are neatly placed on the chair by the window.
Everything is warm and harmonious, as if everything that happened last night was a dream.
however……
The inner force, which was a little more cheerful than usual, was circulating freely in the body, and the influence of the toxin was much smaller than usual, and it actually made him return to the illusion that he hadn't been poisoned before.
This is not a somewhat eerie and mysterious internal force created by him after fusing various exercises, but it is full of neutrality, gentleness and vitality.
...is the internal strength of the little idiot.
He has a unique technique, which can devour other people's internal energy for his own use.Now, even his own internal energy has been affected so much... How much internal energy did the little idiot give him last night?When did his inner strength become so deep?
Fang Siming tentatively mobilized his inner breath, and found that even the dilapidated meridians that had been eroded by toxins had been somewhat repaired.
The little idiot must have done something secretly while he was asleep last night.This little guy dared to play tricks in front of him... That sleeping drug was almost taken openly, so wouldn't he be angry if he was so sure?
Fang Siming sighed silently.
This kind of feeling of being determined by someone who has figured out the details... Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly good.
After tidying himself up and leaving the room, he finally saw Yan Qingping who had made him miss him so early in the morning.
Both eyes lit up when they saw each other.
Yan Qingping was wearing the Chongyang set of the Wudang school uniform today.Every part of the white Taoist robe with silver borders is just right, especially the waist, which perfectly wraps his thin waist. He is obviously an adult man, but his waist is so thin that he can be wrapped around it.There is a delicate silver crown on the black hair. The neat black hair hangs down behind her and is tied up at the end, making her look extraordinarily fairy-like.
Fang Siming's clothes are Yan Qingping's selfish intentions - before he left last night, he specially chose a set of "Nine Heavens of Clouds" and put it by Fang Siming's window, and he saw it today!Dressed in white clothes, white hair like a waterfall.The most important thing is that this dress looks like Wudang's clothes.Looking at Fang Siming like this, it's like seeing Fang Siming who hadn't left Wudang back then...
The Taoist priest with a celestial aura stood beside the table with a tall body. The breeze blew his clothes, making his features even more picturesque. Even the soup spoon in his hand had a bit of a fairy aura.
Yes, spoons.
Yan Qingping filled the fine white porcelain bowl in his hand, put it on the table, and then greeted Fang Siming with a smile: "Brother Siming, come here quickly, and try the little ravioli I made myself."
Fang Siming nodded, and sat down at the table with his clothes lifted. In front of him was the bowl of small wontons that Yan Qingping had just served.He turned it over with a white porcelain spoon, and each small wonton was round, served with green onion and chopped coriander, and a few dried shrimps.With the stirring of the spoon, the fragrant breath rolled out.
Somewhat tempting.
Fang Siming gently picked up a wonton and put the soup into his mouth.As the thin skin is bitten, the delicious and salty gravy explodes on the tip of the tongue, and the hot soup is drawn into the throat.The meat is tender, smooth and elastic, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.
Fang Siming couldn't bear the temptation of this taste, he ate three in a row, and took another sip of soup, feeling his whole stomach was warm.
At this time, Yan Qingping walked over with a small woven bamboo basket in each hand.He put a small bamboo basket in front of Fang Siming - there were a few round, golden pies inside.
Fang Siming put down the bowl, always feeling that the little idiot looked at him in the wrong way today.How do you say... more presumptuous than usual?
Yan Qingping filled wontons for himself, sat face to face with Fang Siming, and began to make pies.Take a bite, look at Fang Siming, take another bite...
Fang Siming frowned: What are you looking at?
Yan Qingping smiled slightly: You look good.
Fang Siming sneered: If you have the guts, take me to dinner?
Yan Qingping's Eight Winds Don't Move: The beauty is delicious, there's nothing I can do about it.
The eyes of these two people fought for a while, but it was Yan Qingping who gave in first: "Brother Siming, do you like the pie if you try it?"
Fang Siming withdrew his troops along the way: "Well, it looks pretty good." He looked at the pies in the basket, raised his eyebrows, swiped his chopsticks, and divided the pies into eight even fan shapes with a few sword strokes.He picked up a piece of pie, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Qingping—what, you still want to watch me eat the pie?
Yan Qingping rubbed his nose and smiled wryly: Don't dare.
Little thought has been discovered, Daoist.
Although it's breakfast, it's really late now.It was quite late last night, and it is already the time of day—after nine o'clock in the morning.
After breakfast, Yan Qingping handed Fang Siming a letter scroll.
"This is?" Fang Siming took it, opened it, and glanced roughly.
"A letter from the eagle in Wansheng Pavilion this morning. You were sleeping at that time, and I was afraid it would wake you up, so I picked it up for you."
Fang Siming threw the letter to Yan Qingping: "You can read about your son yourself." He knew that this little idiot would not secretly read it.
Yan Qingping probably guessed that it was related to Xiao Junxuan, but it was impossible for him to read other people's letters.Now that I can finally see the news, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, seeing the content clearly, he frowned.
"How?" Fang Siming didn't read the contents of the letter carefully, knowing that Yan Qingping was in a hurry, so he gave it to him.
"It's true that something happened... But I don't know if it's a bad thing." Yan Qingping sighed, "It was the deputy steward of Wanmei Villa who picked up Junxuan halfway. He had been secretly taking care of their mother and son before, so Junxuan knew him."
"But Junxuan won't change his mind suddenly, and there is no news from the Hua family." Yan Qingping put down the secret letter. I don't know the details.
"Wanmei Villa? Ximen Chuuxue?" Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, "He is your son's biological father."
"Brother Siming, I feel weird when you say that." Yan Qingping touched his nose.
Fang Siming was noncommittal: "What are you going to do?"
Yan Qingping thought for a while: "Contact Lu Xiaofeng first...and then ask him to take me to Wanmei Villa. Whether it's their intention or the steward takes action on his own, it's always right to go to Wanmei Villa."
After making up his mind, Yan Qingping returned the letter to Fang Siming—designing the internal operation of the Wansheng Pavilion, he had better not take such things—and then asked him: "Where is Brother Siming? Do you want to go with me?"
Fang Siming replied with a faint smile: "You go to find your son, what am I going to do? I'm going back to Wansheng Pavilion."
Yan Qingping was a little disappointed: "Brother Siming, go save me face."
Fang Siming turned his back and smiled in a place Yan Qingping couldn't see: "Oh? The young master of my Wansheng Pavilion is here to save face for you?"
Yan Qingping trembled: "Brother Siming, don't speak in such a tone..." This is exactly the same as in the plot, the slow, dangerous tone, fear!
Fang Siming raised his head leisurely: "Huh, I'm leaving first, you can find someone to save face slowly. The clothes are mine first. Farewell." After speaking, he jumped lightly and left just like that.
Yan Qingping: ...
Brother Siming, who was finally caught, ran away?
He frowned, turned and went to the study.Fortunately, the system recently asked for Fei Jiu, otherwise it might not be possible to find Lu Xiaofeng now.
I still need to find Lao Zhou to arrange to go out...
Just came back and encountered an accident!
The promised free clinic has no clue yet...
well.Ever since I met Lu Xiaofeng, I haven't settled down...
It took half a day to arrange things, and Yan Qingping set foot on the road to Baihualou again, alone.He asked Lu Xiaofeng to meet at Baihualou.
... If there are no accidents this time, I will meet the sword god described by Gu Long, Ximen Chuuxue.
The author has something to say: Well... Obviously, according to the outline, this volume should have come to an end.
However, when I write about them, I don’t have a lot of pens every day...
Alas, it will not be so good to write this chapter again, let’s add three thousand to the next chapter.
Received a lot of nutrient solution again!happy!
Tomorrow, Xiaochen will go to the day after tomorrow to see who these little angels are! !