Chapter 152 The younger sister seems to be pregnant!
Did Li Zijun, the daughter of a Confucian sage, leave a letter to herself?
Subconsciously, Su Bei's mind flashed to that gentle woman, with her gleaming glass eyes and beautiful red lips.
But why is she writing to herself?
He reached out and took the letter Xiao Ruoqing handed him. Just when he was about to open it, he heard Xiao Ruoqing add:
"Zijun said, let Master open it and read it when he is alone."
"..."
Su Bei stopped opening the letter in his hand and looked at his prodigal apprentice with a strange expression. He looked at her for a while and then suddenly said:
"When did your relationship become so good?"
Listening to Su Bei's words, Xiao Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and Mo Li's eyes beside her also condensed for a moment, and then he looked at Xiao Ruoqing thoughtfully.
"Because it's easier to call her that way. After all, she always calls her the daughter of a Confucian sage, which seems strange... and she has a pretty good impression of the master..."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing pursed her lips, forced down the shock in her heart, and then explained seriously.
What a risk, I almost got exposed!
Su Bei nodded. Although he had some doubts in his heart, since the apprentice didn't say anything, he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.
——After all, it is red luck, and there is no secret in my heart that can be explained.
I gently wiped the corners of my mouth and shook the hem of my robe. The sunset was just right!
Su Bei looked at the two apprentices in front of him. At dusk, the breeze was blowing gently, and the silver and black hair were flowing. The dim light stretched the shadows of the three people very long.
Unknowingly, there were three people on this cold and cold Bujian Peak.
The courtyard of the thatched cottage is covered in snow. You can lean on the railing and look into the distance. Your eyes pass through the bamboo forest, getting further and further away. Although it is not as clear and clear as in the past, it has a different flavor. It makes your heart peaceful and your spirit far-reaching.
"The yard of this thatched cottage is a bit small..."
Su Bei smiled and said casually.
Then he straightened the moon crown on his head, brushed the hem of his robe, and walked towards the room of the thatched cottage with his hands behind his back, his long eyelashes fluttering, and his voice carried far away:
"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, let's eat dumplings today."
"You take care of it, Master is responsible for eating...just leave the big goose. The chickens are all gone, so we can't lose sight of a goose."
"..."
The two apprentices looked at each other, turned their heads to each other again, and followed them into the thatched cottage.
...
Watching the two apprentices making dumplings with great enthusiasm, although they didn't know where they got the fillings, looking at the various strange shapes, Su Bei doubted whether these things could be cooked properly.
"Well, why don't you leave it alone, as the teacher is afraid of being poisoned."
Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoqing, whose face was covered with flour, and said seriously.
Xiao Ruoqing angrily slapped the dumplings in her hands on the panel, and then heard Mo Li chuckle.
Su Bei turned around with a fierce look on her face and pointed at the dough she had rolled out, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face:
"Are you making dumplings or steamed buns? Is this edible?"
"A girl can't even roll out dumpling wrappers?"
I raised my hand just to feel the two different elasticities again.
But this time, they were not able to do as they wished. The two prodigal disciples seemed to have learned their lesson and jumped up in an instant. They were far away from Su Bei, and flour was scattered all over the ground.
Su Bei curled his lips, feeling a little bored, turned around and walked towards the door:
"You guys pack it up carefully. After you pack it up, go to the pig pen and call me master for dinner."
"..."
After saying that, the figure disappeared from the place.
Mo Li looked at Su Bei's retreating back, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After watching Su Bei's back completely disappear, he glanced at Xiao Ruoqing and said lightly:
"Senior sister, you don't have that close acquaintance with that Li Zijun, right?"
Xiao Ruoqing's expression remained unchanged and she continued to play with the dough in her hand. She didn't speak until she made out the shape of a person's head:
"There is no harm in making friends with the daughter of a Confucian sage."
"And she seems to have a good impression of Master..."
Mo Li held the rolling pin in his hand, sat down, took off a piece of dough, rolled it on the dough, and said with deep meaning:
"So that's it, you are worthy of being a senior sister."
"You can make friends with someone in just a few words."
Xiao Ruoqing's mouth curved downwards, she raised her head and looked at Mo Li with a sneer. She slapped the panel hard with her little hand, and there was a 'pop' sound in an instant, and the flour instantly dispersed in the air like dust.
He looked up, then half-squinted his eyes and said:
"Junior sister, what do you mean by this?"
Mo Li lowered his eyes and was indifferent to Xiao Ruoqing's sudden action. He was still rolling out the thin dough in his hands. Then he exerted force on his hand and the rolling pin in his hand was broken into two halves in an instant. He spoke slowly.
road:
"Sister, why are you talking so loudly? Look, the rolling pin broke because of you."
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes changed, looking at this junior sister whose words were thorny, she took a deep breath, calmed down and said:
"I don't care what you look like outside, but in Bujian Peak, I will always be your senior sister!"
"Stop that disgusting temper of yours."
Mo Li smiled disdainfully, fiddled with the rolling pin that was broken into two pieces in his hand, and said:
"Senior sister? You mean the one who became a disciple only one month earlier than me, senior sister?"
His words were slightly frivolous, and his cold eyes looked at Xiao Ruoqing with provocation.
When Xiao Ruoqing heard this, she was so angry that she suddenly stood up. Her proud body was exposed, her eyes were wide open, and she said angrily:
"Even if it were one day earlier, I am still your senior sister, and you have no right or qualification to question me!"
Mo Li stood up, looked at Xiao Ruoqing calmly, and said:
"In the twenty-one states, all strength is respected. Master hides that useless tenderness in his heart, but I think you and I are all aware of it."
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes instantly turned cold, her red lips raised upwards, and she said faintly:
"Are you telling me that strength is the most important thing?"
In this life, she is not afraid of anyone as far as strength is concerned.
Mo Li glanced at Xiao Ruoqing, whose little hand was gradually touching the long sword at her waist. He was not stupid. It was not like he had never seen this senior sister jumping up and down in the arena.
But in this life, as far as talent and strength are concerned, under the same realm and with the understanding of the previous life, Mo Li has never been afraid of anyone.
Immediately, he threw the two rolling pins in his hands on the ground, wrapped his jade arms in front of the bear, and said calmly:
"Mo Li knows how talented Senior Sister is, and he has been practicing for a month earlier than Mo Li. However, at the same level, Mo Li is really not convinced by Senior Sister..."
——I should take action to educate her so that she doesn't always act like a senior sister.
Xiao Ruoqing sneered, and instantly lowered the spiritual energy in her body to the early stage of foundation building, and then kicked the chopping board in front of her away.
Bang——
The flying board smashed the poor medicine jar Su Bei had placed in the thatched cottage.
The next moment, two women who were only in the foundation building stage were riding together...
Flour floated in the air and landed on the two dresses that were twisted together, like snowflakes.
"Snapped--"
"Boom——"
"ah--"
...
Su Bei sat on the bed and opened the letter written to him by the daughter of a Confucian sage with a little curiosity.
The handwriting is very beautiful, graceful and elegant, with a strong fragrance of ink, and the description is very shallow, but it is this vagueness that makes the ink add a bit of ethereal and penetrating.
"Li Zijun, a Confucian sect, paid a visit to Mr. Su. He came to the Sword Sect for the first time, but he didn't have time to chat with him. But when he saw the grace of his sword and the hundred-foot-long green lotus blooming in the sky, Zijun felt admiration."
"As early as when we were at Kongchan Lake, Zijun heard the poems written by Mr. Zijun more than once. No matter which poem they were, they were deeply hidden in Zijun's heart. My father also highly praised Mr. Song's poems and said that Mr. Elegant was even more elegant than Confucianism. "Although Zijun is dull and has little talent and little knowledge, he is sincere and strong-willed. I hope that if there is an opportunity in the future, Mr. Su can talk to Zijun all night long at Kongchan Lake when he comes to our ancient country of Nanfeng."
"..."
"I beg you, sir, to teach me the art of poetry and explain my confusion. I hope you will take pity on me and pass it on! Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival. I have attached a poem chapter, which is the Shangyuan Festival masterpiece of Zijun's favorite gentleman. "
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars fills the road. The sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, the dance of fish and dragons all night. The moths and golden wisps of snow willows, the fragrance of laughter fills the air. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."
"..."
Su Bei's eyes were soft, as if he could understand the thoughts that were thousands of miles away. He read the contents of the letter carefully, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his eyes became more and more doubtful. deep.
Could it be that my memory is confused?
Yesterday, when I met Li Zijun for the first time, I felt a little confused in my mind when Li Zijun sang the song "Rain Lin Ling· Chilling Cicada" when he left.
But at that time, I didn't think much about it. I just thought that I had inadvertently recited this poem, and then it was spread around the world.
But today's poem, I am 70% sure of it, I have never done it in public!
After all, this poem is simply too famous, and the day it relates to is also very special...
What is going on? Did I really lose a memory? But the ink-scented handwriting on the letter told me that I had indeed said this poem.
Su Bei took a deep breath, and while he was thinking, in a daze, under the red sunset, a slightly sneaky shadow was hit by the fiery red light on his wall.
The old man pulled the shadowy figure.
A hint of smile appeared on the corner of Su Bei's mouth, and he smiled casually. From the shadow on the wall, he already knew who it was by the wisp of stupid hair that kept shaking.
The cute and naive silly king?
When I met her this morning, she covered her face and avoided it. She still had some doubts in her heart that she hadn't asked clearly. Then she put her hands on her hands, put her arms on the table, and stared at the window edge with her eyes bent.
After a while, the dangling hair stretched out, and then half of his forehead and eyes were exposed.
——The two eyes looked at each other.
"Well--"
Seeing that he had been discovered, Shan Wique's body immediately trembled. His cheeks were blushed by the falling afterglow. He stretched out his hands to cover the side of his face, trying to block Su Bei's sight. He stood up and ran towards the distance.
.
A smile appeared on the corner of Su Bei's mouth, he put the letter in the storage ring, shook his head not to think about these complicated things, and chased her out, saying:
"Eighth Junior Sister, why are you running?"
With this sound, it seemed that the shadow ran faster.
The sun was shining warmly on Bujian Peak, and Su Bei came to the peach grove behind the pig pen.
Then his eyes widened. He hadn't seen her for two days, but why was there a thatched house with a pile of straw next to him?
This peach grove is well taken care of. It is swaying in the wind. The dark red sunset reflects the light, and the buds have already stretched out. It seems that you can still faintly hear humming.
Then Su Bei saw what seemed to be three thousand white hairs flying in the shadow of a tree.
Shan Wulan stood on tiptoes, holding a kettle in her hand, squinting her cold eyes. Although she still looked cold, the slight curve at the corner of her mouth seemed to tell that she was in a good mood at the moment.
Then he saw Shan Wulan's ears twitching slightly, turning to look at Su Bei, and fluttering his long eyelashes.
"Junior Sister Ninth? What are you doing here?"
Shan Wulan glanced at Su Bei, pointed at the thatched cottage not far away, and said calmly:
"I will live there from now on."
"..."
Su Bei was a little surprised? How come there was another woman in Bujian Peak unknowingly?
Although he didn't understand why Shan Wulan suddenly came up with this idea, Su Bei still smiled and asked:
"That's it, junior sister, have you seen your sister? She doesn't know where she went?"
Shan Wulan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she carried the kettle behind her back, hesitated for a moment and then replied:
"Well, she is over there."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Su Bei and gently and carefully examined the delicate spores blooming on the branches of the peach tree.
But I was thinking in my heart that something was wrong with my sister since yesterday.
She didn't even go to the most lively Jianzong's birthday banquet. What happened to her and her senior brother?
Seeing Su Bei walking over there, Shan Wulan held his breath and slowly followed him.
...
Su Bei still found Shan Wuque. She was at a loss, standing under an apricot tree with a red face, her red lips pursed tightly, and the stupid hair on the top of her head was like a propeller taking off, turning rapidly.
.
"Eighth Junior Sister, what's wrong with you? Have you been avoiding Senior Brother since yesterday?"
Su Bei looked at Shan Wique with some curiosity and said.
Shan Wukue raised his head, his eyes filled with mist, as if a leaf fell into the lake and made ripples.
The two little hands nodded to each other and whispered:
"Junior sister...Junior sister seems to be pregnant."
Pregnant??
Su Bei looked at him with wide eyes, his face was full of shock, he swallowed and said:
"Pregnant? Who...?"
There was a momentary feeling of loss in my heart, as if something had been lost in an instant.
Which scumbag is he? If he knows, he will definitely cut her into pieces!
Shan Wukue's face turned red, he gently raised his eyes at Su Bei, then quickly lowered his head again, his voice was like a mosquito:
"It belongs to...senior brother."
"Who? Whose?"
Su Bei didn't hear it clearly, or he didn't dare to hear it clearly.
"Yes! It belongs to senior brother!!"
This time, Shan Wuque finally summoned up the courage and spoke to Su Bei.
There was silence——
All you can hear is the rustle of the wind blowing and falling snow on the branches.
Shan Wulan, who was behind a big tree, immediately raised his ears, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his little hands clutched tightly.
Su Bei looked at Shan Wique with a dark look on his face, walked forward quickly, and said helplessly:
"Junior sister, don't talk nonsense. How could you be pregnant? You..."
Shan Wukue took a step back, covering his belly with both hands, looking at Su Bei without blinking, and said with some urgency:
"You...you still don't recognize it!"
recognize?
Please? How is this possible?
Suddenly, thinking of Shan Wukue's consistent style, Su Bei had a strange look on his face, and then he gently licked his lips and said tentatively:
"Junior sister, do you... know how to get pregnant?"