"Yes." Zhishan watched Mr. Yun's figure disappear before returning to the bed. After looking at Hua Weiluo's imageless sleeping posture, he couldn't help but raise a smile on his lips.
Probably her current appearance is more suitable for her sleeping posture, otherwise, with such a fairy-like beauty, sleeping in such a heroic posture would really be shocking.
Zhishan's fair and slender fingers gently clasped it, and the Taoist talisman suspended in the air of the room was instantly extinguished.
He took off his coat slowly and gracefully, and gently found a place to lie down next to her. Just as he was about to move the pillow away, someone, like an infrared sensor, immediately and automatically scanned the little girl.
The junior brother's warmth, and then a pair of hands and feet, like vines, directly wrapped around him.
Zhishan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at Hua Wei, who was sleeping soundly. In desperation, he had no choice but to shake his head in resignation, put one hand gently around her waist, and just fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Mr. Yun came to Qiuyan Pavilion to urge them to get up.
Zhizhen and Zhimei got up very early, and according to the usual time for martial arts training in the Taoist temple, they played with each other in the yard early, playing with swords and sparring with each other.
Xiaobai also took the Transformation Pill and sat in the yard dressed as a scholar, yawning and watching them practice swordplay.
However, Xiao Hui was nowhere to be seen.
After Mr. Yun entered the courtyard, he looked at the scene in front of him and then at the closed door of the main room. He couldn't help but asked them in shame: "They haven't gotten up yet?"
When Zhizhen and Zhimei heard his voice, they both turned their heads at the same time and looked at Mr. Yun who was standing at the door of the courtyard. They quickly put away the swords in their hands and said respectfully to him: "See the Seventh Prince."
"You don't need to go to such trouble. Just like Taoist Supreme Master, just call me Mr. Yun." Mr. Yun waved his hands gently, but still stared at the door of the main room, and asked again in a gentle and clear voice: "He
You two haven’t gotten up yet??”
"Uh..." Zhimei followed his gaze and looked at the door, and then said hesitantly: "Actually, at this time, Senior Brother Zhishan should have already gotten up, but Senior Sister... she always wakes up relatively slowly.
Night……"
"Then why doesn't Master Zhishan come out??" Mr. Yun turned his head and looked at Zhimei with doubts in his eyes and asked.
"Well... I didn't know..." Zhimei scratched her head inexplicably and whispered, "Maybe she wants to wait for the senior sister to get up before coming out with her??"
"..." Mr. Yun was speechless. He took another look at the people in the yard, then simply walked forward, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door while shouting loudly: "Mr. Luo!! Mrs. Luo!! Get up!!"
"..." Zhimei and Zhizhen looked at each other, and then shrank their heads in unison, Damn... Senior sister hasn't gotten up yet, you are so loud, you are trying to find the rhythm of being beaten.
There was no movement in the room for a moment.
Just when Mr. Yun was about to reach out and knock on the door again, the door creaked open.
Zhishan stood in the wind in a dark brocade robe, with a face as white as jade and expressionless, and his pair of dark jade-like eyes looked at Mr. Yun who was standing in front of him, and asked: "What's the matter with you??"
