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Young Master Qi appeared quietly in the restaurant lobby when the third day closed. As soon as the boss closed the door, he turned around and saw his green wood mask. He fainted on the spot because of excessive excitement. Aunt Guo reached out to help him, but the legendary young master Mr. Qi had already taken the initiative and picked up the fat boss lady in the waist. Without any effort, he turned his head and looked at Aunt Guo who had blushed like a girl, with a gentle voice: "Where is the best place to put her?"

Aunt Guo fell down with nosebleed.

Qin Chuan was dragged out by panicked guys. She was washing her hair, twisting her dripping hair with her hands and looking into the lobby. The proprietress and Aunt Guo each occupied a table, lying on it, and she was fainting. Mr. Qi, wearing a green wood mask, sat leisurely in the middle of the lobby, drinking tea with her legs crossed and crossed her legs very contentedly.

"Sir, here is here." Qin Chuan walked over and said hello in a pretentious manner. Two drops of water from his hair fell on the back of his hand. He moved slightly, lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand without saying a word.

A handkerchief handed over a handkerchief, and the boss's wife burst into tears: "Sir, don't mind... She has always been so reckless, take it... and wipe it..."

But he put the back of his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, and raised the corner of his lips: "It smells so good, is it added with gardenia scent oil?"

Showing up coquettish again! Fu Jiuyun, can you have some other serious means? Qin Chuan despised his slutty peacock-like appearance from the bottom of his heart, and coughed inwardly to change the topic: "Have you used the meal? If you don't mind, I'll cook some side dishes and just put them in it first?"

He nodded indeed: "Okay, have a meal first and then talk about the important things."

What is he going to talk about? Qin Chuan couldn't figure out what he was going to do. Could it be that he would force her to go back to Xiangsuan with him like last time? The tiger roared uneasy under his feet. It still remembers that he was injured by Fu Jiuyun's palm in the inn that day. At this time, it was like a great enemy. Qin Chuan kicked it gently and whispered: "Don't hide, don't come out, don't be impulsive."

She cooked three dishes and one soup, and remembered that Fu Jiuyun said that he liked bracken, so she made more. When she was brought to the lobby, the boss lady and Aunt Guo were already sitting beside him and chatting with him. Seeing that the plate of bracken with obvious weight, Fu Jiuyun smiled and whispered: "I am sincere, thank you."

Qin Chuan coughed twice, pretending not to hear it, but his ears were a little feverish. Fortunately, he was wearing a fake face, and others could not see blushing.

The lobby suddenly became quiet. The room was so strange that the atmosphere was very strange. Fu Jiuyun didn't care at all. He ate slowly and had elegant movements in full view of everyone. He was obviously not eating voraciously, but the food was still very soon.

The boss’s wife is very attentive: “Sir, will you add some more meal?”

He placed the chopsticks neatly on the bowl and shook his head: "No, thank you, I'm full."

After saying that, he took out a delicate and clear golden flower from his arms, and the house fell into a sudden silence again. Everyone's eyes were attracted by it. The golden flower was about the size of a palm, and under the dizzy yellow lights of the room, the color of gold was dazzling. On the thin, soft and slender golden petals, there seemed to be dew rolling. Not to mention how much gold is worth, the skill of carving golden flowers is rare in the world. The boss and the others were already stunned, and even Qin Chuan couldn't help but take a look.

Fu Jiuyun said with ease: "I like this little chef very much. I don't know if the boss is willing to give in to each other. I am willing to show my sincerity with a golden flower."

Qin Chuan stood up suddenly, and his chair was knocked over, which woke the boss's wife from her shock. He hesitated and looked at her: "Uh, I...we're nothing, but Chuan'er..."

Aunt Guo quickly interrupted: "Yes! Of course, it is Chuan'er's blessing to be attracted to by the teacher, but Chuan'er already has a sweetheart. What is the name of Doudou or Huahua, and she is a painting..."

"Ahem!" Qin Chuan coughed loudly, finally interrupting her words.

Fu Jiuyun looked at her in amazement and asked innocently: "Brother Doudou? Oh, he has not practiced immortality, has he changed to painting?"

Qin Chuan's mouth cramps and he smiled dryly: "Yes... I heard that there is no future in cultivating immortals, so I have changed my career."

"So that's it." He nodded with clarity, "Then Xiaochuaner will take me to see your Doudou brother. I want to see him and give me some advice on his painting skills."

Qin Chuan finally realized what it means to shoot himself in the foot. He was so angry that he almost bit his teeth all over his mouth, and said with difficulty: "He...he...is...a far away..."

"I'm the best at traveling a long distance, sir." He stood up with a smile, and despite his struggle, he grabbed Qin Chuan's shoulder and threw the golden flower with his backhand. The boss's wife quickly reached out to catch it, holding it in her palm and couldn't put it down. He said, "Boss, I'll take it away. Thank you for taking care of her for these days."

With the golden flower in hand, the boss's wife had already laughed like a wrinkle flower and nodded happily. Qin Chuan was so anxious that she twisted into a mohua, and could not shake his hand away. She shouted: "Boss! Aunt! I...I don't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, the person was pulled out by the snail, with only the sound left. The boss lady holding the golden flower suddenly woke up from her ecstasy and said in embarrassment: "Wait, did Chuan'er Gang shout that she was unwilling to come?"

Aunt Guo shook her head repeatedly: "No, she was so happy that she was crying."

The boss lady sighed: "I didn't expect that Mr. Qi really fell in love with Chuan'er, and his eyes were indeed covered in shit..."

I was indeed confused, and I seemed to be confused and happy.

The unhappy person was Qin Chuan. No matter how she shook, pulled, bite, chewed, and pulled, his hand stuck on her arm like iron pliers, without moving at all. She said angrily: "Fu Jiuyun! Let go!"

He lowered his head innocently: "Who are you calling? Who is Fu Jiuyun? Sir, I am Gongzi Qi, don't call me wrong next time."

"Don't pretend to be stupid! You..." Before Qin Chuan finished calling, he saw him squatting down and taking out a black thing of five inches long from his arms. The thing seemed to be alive, and he grabbed his slender tail and kept twisting and rolling. The tiger had been following behind timidly, but when he saw him take out this thing, his eyes immediately shone, his ears shaking, and he looked like he was greedy.

"Good, good boy, I'll give you this one." He smiled and shook the little monster. This little monster was born in water. For the spirit beasts like tigers, there was no more delicious snack than this. It was probably because he remembered that the man beat him last time, and the tiger refused to come forward, and wanted to welcome him but refused.

Qin Chuan was very moved: "What a tiger! Don't eat anything given by bad people!"

Fu Jiuyun calmly took out three or four little monsters that were also squeaking and twisting, and said Youran: "Huh? Do you really want it? I still have a lot of them here, so I can eat enough."

The tiger blinked its eyes, drooled all over the ground, and suddenly walked over with its back, stepped on its slender cat, opened its mouth wide and waited for him to throw it in. He threw more than a dozen in one breath. The tiger was so intoxicated that it immediately threw a grudge behind its head, rolled in front of him, showed its belly and waited to touch it.

Fu Jiuyun touched its soft belly with a smile, glanced at Qin Chuan with a smile, and said softly: "What a bad master, right? I never give you delicious food, so we ignore her in the future."

Too despicable! Too shameless! Qin Chuan looked at his spirit beast abducted by a few delicious foods, and his rebellion was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, he began to please Fu Jiuyun, wishing to hold him and lick his saliva all over his face.

Fu Jiuyun touched its head and said earnestly: "Little chef, you can't afford to raise such a good spirit beast, so don't raise it anymore, it's like it's so greedy."

She couldn't say a word, like a wooden man, and was dragged by him to continue walking forward. He said, "Where is your Doudou brother? Where? Call it out and show me?" Qin Chuan suddenly wanted to cry. How to write the four words "Shameless"? Just look at her and you will know!

Fu Jiuyun did not go back to Qingfeng Tower, nor did he go to any brothel. When dawn was approaching, they rushed to the foot of Fengmian Mountain. There was a small village there, which he had lived in the bamboo forest of the village. Qin Chuan was forced to walk all night and was so tired that he couldn't even get out of evil fire. When he opened the door and saw that there was a bed, the first thing he did was to rush up and hug the pillow.

Next, he would throw everything he wanted to do! Whether he would force her to go back to Xiangkeshan or steal the soul lamp, he would let her sleep first and then deal with these messy problems.

But someone deliberately refused to let her have a good time. Fu Jiuyun walked over and took off the quilt and said, "Sir, I haven't eaten yet, why are you sleeping? Get up quickly and make breakfast. Sir, I'm hungry."

Qin Chuan held a corner of the quilt in pain and murmured: "Fu Jiuyun, you have no conscience... Let me sleep..."

"Everyone said it was Mr. Qi, who is Fu Jiuyun? You are the cook, so you didn't invite you to sleep." He twisted a small note and acted to stuff it into her nostrils.

She hated her teeth, okay, pretending not to recognize her, right? Let's see who is so good!

She opened the door hard, and she didn't say anything to go out to the kitchen. She sprinkled a handful of salt into it while kneading the dough, poured half a bottle of vinegar, steamed four black steamed buns, and sent it to the tiled house next door: "Sir, breakfast is here."

The door was opened, and he stood at the door with long hair disguised. At some point, the mask was taken off, revealing the intoxicating tear mole in his eyes. When Qin Chuan saw this face, his wrist could not help but tremble, and the steamed bun almost fell to the ground. It seemed... it seemed that he hadn't seen his face for a long time. He had always been smiling, but at this moment he looked serious and said lightly: "Just put it on the table." He turned around and walked back to the table, took the wolf hair dipped ink, and quickly outlined it on the jade rice paper.

Qin Chuan took advantage of the tray and couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he leaned over and took a sneak peek. This was the first time she saw him draw with her own eyes. She had been out of the palace several times for the paintings of Mr. Qi, but she unexpectedly had a chance today.

He is drawing the woman's eyebrows.

The moth's eyebrows were slightly frowning, as if enduring, pain, and dizziness; his clothes were half-falling, as if he was at a loss. He was actually drawing a picture of the Spring Palace! In such a bright day and bright day, he painted a spring Palace! Picture! Qin Chuan's ears suddenly turned red, and his fragile little heart jumped up like a bombardment, trying to escape by snatching the door, but his feet were nailed to the ground and could not move.

Fu Jiuyun's expression was plain, as if he was painting not the erotic palace but flowers, birds, fish and insects, and his tone was particularly calm: "Is it good-looking?"

The woman in the painting has a gorgeous and coquettish appearance, with her starry eyes half-favored. She looked very familiar, and looked a bit like the courtesan in the largest brothel in Gaodu. Last time, she had a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting competition between the brothels. She followed the proprietress and watched the excitement once. She was very impressed by the courtesan because she also danced a song "The Peach Blossom in the East Wind".

She was so embarrassed that her mouth was dry and her embarrassment was filled with sourness, and her sleepiness instantly flew out of the sky. In this case, should she curse this person as vulgar and shameless, or say shyly, "You are so bad," or cover her face and turn around and run away? Qin Chuan felt that she could not do any of these three things. For some reason, she actually asked: "...Who is this?"

He smiled in his voice and said casually: "Can't you tell a woman?"

Her fragile little heart is about to explode. It is very strong and powerful, she feels inferior to herself! Qin Chuan ran away in panic. As soon as he walked to the door, Fu Jiuyun dropped his brush, pinched a steamed bun, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, and said slowly: "The smell is a bit wrong, and it smells sour."

Qin Chuan was embarrassed, why did he forget that this person's nose was more flexible than a dog? He could not smell it, but there was a ghost!

Fu Jiuyun put down the steamed bun, suddenly laughed softly, tilted his head, and his eyes were flowing only on her body, making her restless. His clothes were much more open, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders, half-covering his collarbone, and the skin on his smooth chest reflected an ambiguous luster under the candlelight. Qin Chuan's eyes were circling, looking at his hair, his toes, and then looking at the windowsill, but not looking at his eyes, and timidly avoiding him.

"Little chef," he called her, his tone was leisurely and his voice was as strong as wine. "I am loyal to my beloved woman and will never stop until death-so, don't leave her taste next time I cook, be obedient."

The last ray of sunset gradually disappeared from the dark blue sky. It was dark, and the little chef who had been sleeping all day was about to get up. Fu Jiuyun packed up the rice paper scattered on the table and looked at the window facing the door. She had already turned on the lights, and the hazy black shadow reflected on the window, which was particularly lazy.

He walked over and was about to push the window, but the wooden window had been opened from inside. Qin Chuan lay on the windowsill and looked at him. His ridiculous and round fake face was torn at some point, revealing the pearl-like beauty hidden below, with a very delicate and lazy look, and his sleepy cheeks were surrounded by long and loose loose hair, which looked a kind of tenderness.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to move. Mr. Qi is so capable, go and cook something?" Her tone seemed to be acting cute. After a sleep, she finally recovered. After washing her previous nervousness, she simply took it aside.

Fu Jiuyun walked over with a smile and looked at her up and down. After a few months, she was no longer as thin as before when the wind blew, and her whole body became much more plump. If the slender and adorable thing before, then now she is like a blooming flower, delicate and radiant. He asked softly: "It's okay, what do you like to eat?"

She turned her fingers to tell her everything: "Big meat noodles, braised pork, lion head, pork ribs and winter melon soup... as long as there is meat, I won't choose it."

He laughed and teased, "No wonder he is so fat. How many pigs have he eaten in the past few months?"

Qin Chuan's mouth began to twitch again, and he laughed dryly: "You are not bad either. You are not fat or thin, and you are still so coquettish and bright, and you like it all."

Fu Jiuyun was about to speak, but suddenly heard the mooing of an old cow above his head. The tiger that had been sleeping in the shadow jumped up, eager to show its loyalty to protect the "Lord", stood beside Fu Jiuyun majestic, grinning at a ox cart falling from the sky. It was obvious that the "Lord" had been replaced now.

Taking advantage of Fu Jiuyun's walk towards the ox cart, Qin Chuan tried to save his "former" master, touched the tiger's head flatteringly, and said softly: "Be good tiger, follow him without success. He is not a good thing."

The tiger sprayed his nose disdainfully, drew his claws on the ground for a long time, and wrote a crooked word "meat".

——Follow Fu Jiuyun and have meat to eat!

The pauper Qin Chuan had to look at her spirit beast with tears in her eyes and followed Fu Jiuyun happily, yelling at the ox cart that suddenly appeared. Her skill in flattering made her ashamed.

There was no sign on the ox cart. The old ox was pulled alone and hung a sign around the neck of the neck, which read "Fu Jiuyun, come and drink with me." Fu Jiuyun smiled, took out a wine gourd from his sleeve, and fed the old ox for most of the drink. It immediately shook its head and shook its head. A bright red flame rose from its four hooves. It scared the tiger. It had just been thinking about whether the cow could eat it.

"The delicious food is here, clean up and let me go with me." He played the sign and blinked at Qin Chuan.

It was not until he got on the ox cart, soared into the air and flew south that Qin Chuan remembered that this kind of thing happened in Xiangcai Mountain before. He was picked up by the carriage that fell from the sky at midnight and returned until the next morning.

"Is it still the familiar person who used to invite you to drink?" she asked.

Fu Jiuyun opened the corner of the curtain, looked at the starry night sky, and smiled faintly: "My Mountain Lord is the most greedy, and he has been no match for a long time. If you ask him to do something, it is useless to give him a gold and silver beauty. Just beat him once in terms of alcoholism, and you will be able to meet all your requests."

Judging from the ox cart flying in the wind, Meishan Jun must be an immortal. The immortal has never interfered in ordinary affairs. What can Meishan Jun do? Is it something that the mortals ask to go down the mountain to drive away ghosts and pray for blessings?

After flying for more than half an hour, the ox cart gradually descended and stopped in front of a wooden bridge full of red and white flowers. Behind the bridge was a spacious courtyard, with the ochre-yellow wooden doors tightly closed. The front of the door was full of lilacs, clustered with clusters, and the fragrance was everywhere; on this hot summer night, it revealed a hint of coolness.

Fu Jiuyun held Qin Chuan's shoulder, walked to the door and gently raised the small wooden stick hanging on the door knocker, and knocked on the leather drum next to him three times. After a while, the wooden door opened gently, and a pair of exactly the same children came out from inside, one man and one woman wearing the same red skirt and white shirt, which was bright and cute.

"Master Jiuyun." The two children saluted him neatly, "My master is waiting for a long time, please follow me."

Behind the door was another path full of flowers. At the end, it was divided into two forks. While leading Qin Chuan to the left, the girl said, "Girl, please follow me to take a shower and change clothes."

Qin Chuan was slightly stunned: "You still have to take a shower and change your clothes?"

The girl said with arrogance: "This is the hospitality rule of my master. Even if the emperor of the world arrives at Meishan, there will be no exception."

I really don’t know who this Meishanjun is. She is so tall and she has to force the guests to take a shower and change his clothes before entering the door. The fork on the left end is another courtyard. There is a natural hot spring in the courtyard, which is milky white in color, steaming hot air, and smells of medicine and stone.

Qin Chuan soaked happily for a long time. The girl brought a soft white shirt and a pair of brand new wooden clogs. After changing into it, she felt refreshed and her spirit was invigorated. At this time, she followed her back along the way and smelled the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard. The soft night wind blew on her skin through the white shirt. Every step was like a ride away.

Fu Jiuyun and others were under a bunch of lilacs, and his loose white shirt was covered with clouds. His long dark hair was gathered on one shoulder. He was joking with the boy. When he turned his head and saw her coming from here, he stopped talking, but just looked at her with a gentle and loving look.
To be continued...