The child in the cage suddenly lit up his eyes, innocent and bright light.
"Is it delicious?" Qingge asked.
"Yes!" The child lit a little head heavily, "It's delicious."
"Big sister, what kind of candy is this?" the child asked.
The punished disciple in the cage around him frowned, and he really didn't understand why this child called a man from a yellow boudoir as his elder sister.
However, those who can be locked in a martial arts dungeon will not be normal people, not to mention that the new spiritual master is better-looking than a woman.
Therefore, no one doubts anything.
Qingge smiled and said, "This is good luck candy, which will bring you good luck."
Suddenly, a hot gaze fell on Qingge without warning.
Qingge pursed her thin lips slightly, and suddenly looked up and saw Pei Yue, who was wearing a white robe, looking at her in the cage at the corner.
Good Luck Candy.
His eyes gradually became empty and distant.
Once upon a time, while he was practicing, a girl jumped from behind and hung directly on him.
He was helpless and doting, "You sneaked out again?"
The girl slid her tender lips and lay on Pei Yue's body, "It's boring in the evil palace, but it's still getting more and more interesting."
"Yueyue, I brought you good things at the foot of the mountain." The girl blinked her black eyes, naughty, cunning, lively and vivid.
"What?"
"It's Candy, Good Luck Candy." The girl took out a good Luck Candy wrapped in powder paper from her sleeve and grinned: "Right and Far, Close your eyes."
Pei Yue thought the girl wanted to feed her good luck candy, so he obediently closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.
The next moment, his lips ushered in a cool and soft touch, and a faint sweetness spread between his lips and teeth.
The girl's tongue was pressed against the lucky candy and gently pushed forward, stuffing the lucky candy into Pei Yue's mouth.
Pei Yue's heart trembled suddenly, and his mind was blank. He completely forgot how cold the wind was on this day and how heavy the training task was. He only remembered the sweetness of the girl, like the fragrant fragrance of flowers, which touched his heart.
Pei Yue took the candy in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes. The girl left him and jumped.
The girl looked back at him, her cheeks were slightly red, she lowered her head to stare at her toes, and asked calmly: "Is it sweet?"
"sweet."
"Yueyue, always remember my taste."
"good."
"For the rest of my life, I can only taste it."
"good."
“…”
He answered without hesitation and did it.
Even in the days that followed, countless women climbed onto his couch and could not touch his sleeves.
He wants to protect his beloved girl as good as jade and protect his innocence.
If he is touched by others, wouldn’t he be dirty?
That period of time was the best in his life.
It was so beautiful that he only remembered the faint but deeply terrified sweetness.
In the cage, Pei Yue gradually withdrew his thoughts and looked at Qingge deeply.
He sat there motionlessly, like a painting written by a god, cold and arrogant.
A slight footsteps sounded, and the romantic boy in a red robe came out of his cage and handed him a lucky candy: "Brother Pei, do you want to eat candy?"
Pei Yue's face was cold, but he still raised his hand tremblingly and took over the boy's good luck candy.
Peel the sugar coat and bring the good luck candy into your mouth.
But it doesn't have the sweetness in my memory, and the throat is full of bitter taste.
Too bitter.
It’s never sweet to be lucky, but the girl who is full of stars and 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 forgot how to speak. His voice was not as dull as his appearance, and his tone was not smooth enough.
The punished disciples around him were full of shock and looked like they were ghostly in the daytime.
They lived together in the first floor of the martial arts dungeon 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 it was also the forbidden area of Emperor Wu. No one dared to mention Pei Yue's name in front of Emperor Wu.
The child tilted his head, his big eyes were full of doubts and curiosity. This beautiful big sister made him feel very friendly.
"Do you still want it?" Qingge asked.
Pei Yue opened his pale mouth, but did not speak, but shook his head.
No more.
Too bitter.
He hasn't eaten food for many years, and everything is so bitter.
His life is restored by fasting pills.
Qingge took out a handful of good luck candies and put them in the cage
The edge of the seed, “If you want to eat, you can take it at any time.”
Pei Yue looked at her with a cold expression and said nothing.
Qingge seemed to not notice Pei Yue's distantness, took out a crystal clear white jade cup, poured a glass of heartbreaking wine, and handed it to Pei Yue through the gap between the iron pillars.
Pei Yue looked at the young man's cold and white wrist skin and shook his mind slightly. Then, he reached out and took the white jade cup like a devil.
The fragrance of wine lingers on the tip of his nose. He raised his head and drank the heartbroken wine in one mouthful.
The wine is like poison and fire, burning the throat through the intestines and burning violently in the stomach.
He doesn't like drinking, he always drinks only tea.
The master once said that the beauties of strong wine will influence the world to protect the sword.
A good man, as a cup of tea and a sword, when drinking tea, he is planning and swaying in a straightforward way, and when he comes out his sword, he is full of turmoil.
Unfortunately, he finally failed the expectations of Emperor Wu. The cup of tea was as cold as water, and the sword pointed at the master whom he loved most with murderous aura.
Things in the world change by themselves, by chance, but this is the case.
Pei Yue's eyes were slightly red, and his hands holding the wine glass were quite strong until his knuckles turned white.
"Is there any?" he asked.
The singer carried a wine pot and poured another glass.
The second cup of heartbreaking wine has endless aftertaste.
"What kind of wine is this?" Pei Yue handed over again and asked for wine with confidence.
"This wine is called Duan..." Qingge's voice came to an abrupt end.
Everyone knows that the Empress has a wine called "Born Heart". Didn't she report her own family?
She didn't even have this keenness.
Pei Yue looked up at her.
Qingge coughed dryly and said, "This wine is called Fugui Wine."
Pei Yue: "..." It's a pity that such a good wine is a vulgar name that ruins his melancholy lovesickness.
"Good fame." Pei Yue commented with a calm heart.
Qingge curled the corners of his lips and proudly said: "That's the name I personally named is not a good name?"
Pei Yue: “…”
Why did this man have to open a dyeing shop if he gave some colors?
It really makes the head get bigger and bigger.
The others were even more shocked and speechless.
Can't this guy hear that he was acting casually during the event? Why are he still proud?
Qingge held the wine pot and felt that the name Fuguijiu was catchy.