"Young Master, are you so cruel? You haven't washed the dishes since you got on the ship! Even if you lose a bet, you won't wash them either?"

The purple-eyed boy looked at the figure of the boy in white shirt who opened the curtain and walked out. He asked angrily and talked about all the misdeeds of the boy in white shirt. He bent down and started to clean up the leftovers on the table.

In this way, she can do housework that is more familiar to girls.

"Young Master, what are you looking at? Isn't the river breeze outside making you tired? Is the sun shining nicely?"

A quarter of an hour later, the purple-eyed boy cleared the dining table, changed into clothes the color of water-stained green bamboo, and put on a beige gown with a very similar neckline and seam corners to the white shirt.

A golden sand-colored tie was wrapped around his waist, and he hurriedly ran out of the cabin. The boat, which was rowing without an oar, twisted left and right, floating up and down on the water.

"March, be more cautious. I have never seen you so reckless in front of the master! Why did you change your appearance as soon as you came out? Or do you miss me too much and are a little impatient?" [

The wooden boat was rocking and the current was moving so fast that the boy in white shirt almost got his clothes wet from the water splashing beside the boat.

The boy in the white shirt looked back and saw the boy with the purple pupil running towards him quickly. In order to prevent himself from falling into the water, the boy in the white shirt had to remind the boy with the purple pupil to think about his own safety.

"Of course. Doesn't the young master know that? March was an abandoned child back then. If the sect master hadn't picked up March and taught him martial arts and raised him by his side, March wouldn't be what it is today? March is here

In front of the sect master, it's all about respect, so naturally you can't act carelessly, lose your sense of politeness, and upset the sect master."

He strode to the boy in the white shirt. The purple-eyed boy held the front handle of the boat with both hands. He calmly put his strength under his boots. He let out a muffled shout and used the pressure in his inner skills to quickly stop the violent movement of the boat.

Floating, maintaining the balance of the canoe, no longer allowing water splashes to splash on the boy in the white shirt.

"Haha, your bravery is quite good, and I am deeply admired by my young master. March, do you know the name of this stretch of river?"

The canoe followed the river and entered the city guard road along the way, crossing several bridge piers that exuded a strong atmosphere of the ancient town.

The young man in white shirt stood in front of the wooden boat, holding an old-looking green bamboo fan in his hand and slowly shaking his shirt in front of his chest, looking up into the distance and standing in the warm wind.

Wearing Yinhua makeup, pure and elegant!

The hem of the young man's untied white gown rippled in the wind, and in the rippling Su River waterway, there was an almost otherworldly smell of fairy bones.

The jade eyes narrowed slightly to reveal a clear and soft light. The boy in the white shirt turned his eyes to the several bridges passing behind him. He thought about the poignant love that seemed to have happened here.

He asked the purple-eyed boy standing beside him, his eyes confused and he didn't know where to look.

"Su He! Young Master, what are you thinking about? Why is the expression on your face so bad?"

After the boy in white shirt asked the question, the boy with purple pupil finally gathered a little bit of concern in his eyes. He no longer looked around aimlessly, wondering why the boy in white shirt turned his original face into something paperless.
Chapter completed!