The child in the cage's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes were innocent and shining brightly.
"Is it delicious?" Qing Ge asked.
"Yeah!" The child nodded heavily, "It's delicious."
"Sister, what kind of candy is this?" the child asked.
The punished disciples in the cages around him frowned. They really didn't understand why this kid called a yellow-haired young man his eldest sister.
However, those who can be locked up in the martial arts dungeon are not normal people, not to mention that the new spiritual master is even more beautiful than the woman.
So no one suspected anything.
Qingge smiled and said: "This is good luck candy, it will bring you good luck."
Suddenly, a scorching gaze fell on Qingge without any warning.
Qingge pursed her thin lips, and suddenly looked up, only to see Pei Yue in the corner of the cage, dressed in a white robe filled with snow, looking at her.
Good luck candy.
His eyes gradually became hollow and distant.
Once upon a time, when he was practicing, a girl jumped out from behind and hung directly on his body.
He was helpless and doting, "You sneaked out again?"
The girl curled her tender lips and lay on Pei Yue's body, "It's no longer boring to be in the evil palace, but it's getting more and more interesting."
"Yue Yue, I brought you something good at the foot of the mountain." The girl blinked her black eyes, looking naughty, cunning, lively and lively.
"What?"
"It's candy, good luck candy." The girl took out a good luck candy wrapped in pink paper from her sleeve and grinned: "Yue Yue, close your eyes."
Pei Yue thought that the girl was going to feed him the good luck candy, so he closed his eyes obediently and opened his mouth slightly.
The next moment, his lips felt a cool and soft touch, and a faint sweetness spread between his lips and teeth.
The girl's tongue held the good-luck candy, gently pushed it forward, and stuffed the good-luck candy into Pei Yue's mouth.
Pei Yue's heart trembled suddenly, and his mind went blank. He completely forgot how cold the wind was that day and how heavy the training tasks were. He only remembered the sweetness of the girl, like the fragrance of flowers, teasing his heart.
Pei Yue took the candy in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes. The girl left him and jumped up and down.
The girl looked back at him, her cheeks slightly red, and she stared down at her toes, pretending to be calm and asked: "Is it sweet?"
"sweet."
"Yueyue, you must always remember my taste."
"good."
"You can only let me taste it for the rest of my life."
"good."
"..."
He answered without hesitation and did so.
Even in the days that followed, countless women climbed onto his bed, but they could not touch his sleeves.
He wants to protect his innocence for the girl he loves.
If he is touched by others, wouldn't he be dirty himself?
That period of time was the best in his life.
It was so beautiful that he could only remember the faint, yet deep-seated sweetness.
In the cage, Pei Yue gradually recovered his thoughts and looked deeply at Qing Ge.
He sat there motionless, like a painting written by a god, looking cold and arrogant beyond words.
There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the romantic young man in red robe came outside his cage and handed him a good-luck candy: "Brother Pei, do you want some candy?"
Pei Yue's face was cold, but he still raised his hand tremblingly and took the boy's good-luck candy.
Peel off the candy coating and pop the good luck candy into your mouth.
But it wasn't as sweet as I remembered, and it left a bitter taste in my throat.
It's too bitter.
The sweet thing is never the good-luck candy, but the girl with eyes full of stars who likes to stick to him.
Pei Yue swallowed a hard candy and said: "Thank you... thank you."
He hadn't spoken for so many years that he had forgotten how to speak. His voice was hoarse and low that didn't match his appearance, and his intonation was not smooth enough.
The faces of the punished disciples around him were full of shock, as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime.
They were on the first floor of the martial arts dungeon and had been together for so many years, but this was the first time they heard Pei Yue's voice.
They all knew that Pei Yue was the proudest disciple of Emperor Wu, and later he was also restricted by Emperor Wu. No one dared to mention Pei Yue's name in front of Emperor Wu.
The child tilted his head, his big eyes full of doubts and curiosity. This beautiful big sister made him feel very kind.
"Do you want more?" Qing Ge asked.
Pei Yue opened his pale mouth, but did not speak, but shook his head.
No more.
It's too bitter.
He hasn't eaten food for many years, and everything is so bitter.
His life was kept alive by Bigu Pills.
Qing Ge took out a handful of good luck candies and placed them on the edge of the cage, "If you want to eat them, you can take them at any time."
Pei Yue looked at her with a stern expression and said nothing.
Qingge didn't seem to notice Pei Yue's alienation. She took out a crystal clear white jade cup, poured a full glass of heartbroken wine, and handed it to Pei Yue through the gap between the iron pillars.
Pei Yue looked at the cold white skin of the young man's wrist, shook his head slightly, and then, as if by mistake, he reached out and took the white jade cup.
The aroma of wine lingered on the tip of his nose. He raised his head and drank the heartbroken wine in one gulp.
The wine was like poison and fire, burning the throat and passing through the intestines, burning violently in the stomach.
He doesn't like drinking and only drinks tea.
Master once said that strong wine and beautiful women can influence sword fighting to the end of the world.
A good man, you have a cup of tea and a sword. When drinking tea, you will strategize and scold Fang Qiu. When you draw the sword, the world will be shaken by storms and clouds.
It's a pity that he finally failed to live up to Emperor Wu's expectations. That cup of tea was as cold as water, and that sword pointed murderously at the master he loved most.
Things in the world are right and wrong, and things happen by accident, but that's all.
Pei Yue's eyes were slightly red, and his hand gripped the wine glass very hard until his knuckles turned white.
"Any more?" he asked.
The soft singer picked up the wine flask and poured another glass.
The second glass of heart-broken wine has endless aftertaste.
"What kind of wine is this?" Pei Yue handed over his hand again and confidently asked for a drink.
"This wine is called Duan..." The singing voice stopped abruptly.
Everyone knows that the empress has a drinking name called Broken Heart. Isn’t she claiming to be a member of the family?
She doesn't even have this bit of sensitivity anymore.
Pei Yue raised his eyes to look at her.
Qingge coughed dryly and said, "This wine is called Fugui Wine."
Pei Yue: "..." It's a pity that such a fine wine has such a vulgar name, which ruined his somewhat melancholy lovesickness.
"Good name." Pei Yue's heart stopped and he commented without conscience.
Qingge raised the corners of her lips and said proudly: "That's the name I personally chose, isn't it a good name?"
Pei Yue: "..."
Why does this man open a dyeing workshop to give him some color?
It's really frustrating.
Others were shocked and speechless.
Can't you tell that this guy is just doing it casually? How can he be so proud? Qingge holds the wine bottle, and feels more and more that the name Fugui Liquor is catchy.