Qin Chuan was not willing to let go, so he hurriedly delivered his purse: "I've given all my belongings here... I've given you all my belongings!"

"Too little." Keep walking.

"Then... Then I'll tell you everything!" Qin Chuan took the initiative.

The steps suddenly stopped. Fu Jiuyun looked at her face: "You are finally willing to say it? I still think you want to continue to pretend to be stupid and treat adults as children."

Qin Chuan laughed dryly, and the next moment he suddenly picked up his whole body, his cheek hit his chest, and he heard his low voice hitting his chest: "It's so dirty, wipe your face clean." Although he was disgusted, his tone was unexpectedly gentle. Qin Chuan felt inexplicably moved in his heart, and his hypocritical tears could not flow out, and he silently wiped his face clean with a handkerchief.

Fu Jiuyun hugged Qin Chuan and walked over from Xuanzhu's mansion. Several maids who had been peeking outside the door hurriedly called him: "Master Jiuyun! That servant is being circulated by Master Xuanzhu! Can you please leave her behind?"

He nodded, his voice fading: "This is my person, why does Xuanzhu ask her?"

Xuanzhu and Fu Jiuyun don’t have much interaction with each other on weekdays, and this person has always been a tyrannical person. Xuanzhu cherishes his reputation and will not be with him many times. The maids didn’t understand him and replied boldly: “This slaughter offended Lord Xuanzhu and is about to be punished! Lord Jiuyun avoid it first?”

Fu Jiuyun smiled coldly: "When will someone from my Fu Jiuyun dare to move?"

"But this servant was bold and dared to defile Lord Xuanzhu's mansion! Even if it was yours, would you just take the matter of offending Lord Xuanzhu with just one sentence?"

The maids relied on their own doorsteps to be very brave.

Fu Jiuyun lowered his head and asked, "Xiaochuaner, have you offended Xuanzhu?"

Qin Chuan hugged in his arms delicately and nodded slightly. He laughed loudly and said, "Well done! Since you offended me, just offend me completely."

After saying that, with a wave of his sleeves, everyone felt a few cold lights shot out. Two white stone auspicious beasts at the door cracked open, and turned into pieces in a blink of an eye, spread all over the floor. The maids froze all over, watching him tilt his head and looked at him, as if they were very satisfied: "This is much more pleasing to the eyes. I brought me a message to Xuanzhu: 'Since Xiangcai Mountain is here, I must look like Immortality. If I miss my previous life as a princess, I might as well leave. I don't think the mountain master would keep it too much.'"

After speaking, he hugged Qin Chuan and left, and no one dared to speak out and try to keep him.

"Are you happy?" When he returned to Fu Jiuyun's courtyard, he asked a childish sentence.

Qin Chuan nodded honestly: "It's great!"

Fu Jiuyun laughed and threw her down: "If you feel good, just say it, don't hide anything."

Qin Chuan rolled around the ground, got up slowly, his eyes rolling around, and said with apologies: "Can you please go first?"

He shook his head with a smile: "No, let's go after you finish speaking. If you can't help it, you can do it in front of me, I don't care."

Qin Chuan had no choice but to lower his head and ponder for a while before whispering: "I... I have a childhood sweetheart whom I love. When I was sixteen years old, I heard that he went up the mountain to practice immortality. I looked around and asked around. I knew there was a Xiangke Mountain here, so I came in to work as a mailman and wanted to find my beloved person. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be here..."

Fu Jiuyun stroked the tear mole on the corner of his eyes, and his tone was very light: "Continue to talk."

"...After a long time, I think it's meaningless to find him. Since he can leave me behind and practice, it proves that he is happy to be a god in his heart than to be with me... By the way, those needles..."

She took out a piece of paper half a palm-sized piece of hard paper from her arms, wrapped with silk thread, and a circle of silver needles were densely packed, and placed it on the table in front of Fu Jiuyun: "My father is a martial artist. I have learned martial arts from him for several days since I was a child. These needles and the anesthetics on them are all for me to defend myself. Last time... I hurt you last time, it was a matter of love. You have a lot, don't take it to your heart."

Fu Jiuyun was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "What is your childhood sweetheart? Who is your father?"

Qin Chuan was stunned suddenly. Seeing a few strings of red beans on the windowsill, probably a gadget made by the female disciples who like Fu Jiuyun, he immediately replied: "Uh, his surname is Dou Dou, I will call him Dou Dou Brother. My father is a martial artist from Chunge County, Dayan Country, named Qin Dayou."

Fu Jiuyun still had a expressionless face, looked up at her, and slowly said, "Okay, I understand. You should say it again if you say what you just said."

This person was so ill that he didn't believe her at all. If he was lying temporarily, he would suddenly say it backwards, and he would probably have a flaw. Fortunately, Qin Chuan had already written a draft to deal with all emergencies. He said it backwards again, without any stagnation.

Fu Jiuyun slapped his hand: "Very good, since that's the case, then this thing should be given to you."

He took out a half-old goose yellow bag from his arms and threw it to her. Qin Chuan was shocked. She had thrown this thing away from her earlier days and couldn't find it, but who knew that it was taken away by him!

Qin Chuan felt his heart suddenly start to beating wildly, afraid that he would find something, so he lowered his head and slowly opened the bag. There was only a small bronze mirror inside, which was ingenious. It was not as good as a palm-sized mirror, but it was carved with countless patterns. A swallow flew high, and a kirin rose into the clouds under it, which was lifelike.

Fu Jiuyun took a sip of tea and said inadvertently: "Ruiyan Qilin, if I remember correctly, it should be the pattern of the Dayan royal family?"

Qin Chuan's face turned red, shy and embarrassed: "Uh... sir, can't you tell that this is a fake? In fact, this kind of pattern is behind the mirror of every girl in Dayan's house. It's very common... The mirror used by the royal family should be made of golden agate, right? It must be much more beautiful than this..."

"So that's how it is." Fu Jiuyun also realized it suddenly and smiled gently at her, "Okay, everything is up. My dear, sir, I'll have a good time. It's too late, you can serve me to sleep all night, I'll tell the manager tomorrow morning, and you can stay and be a servant for me. I'm very happy with you."

What? Qin Chuanru was struck by lightning and looked at him in a daze: "Perform... serve?!"

"Well..." He stood up, slowly approached, held a strand of her long hair, and slowly combed it, with an extremely ambiguous posture, "Serve me, do your best."

It’s not easy to tell such a big lie, how can you not reward it?

What does it mean to serve "do your best"? The pitiful little heart in Qin Chuan's chest was up and down, and he would not have a moment of peace. If this continues, he will sooner or later be troubled.

But after saying this, the other person did nothing else. He leaned halfway under the corridor and used Xiaomi to tease the starling on the shelf and taught it to speak: "Scammer, bad guy, be smart."

Qin Chuan became more and more restless and restless.

Fu Jiuyun finished feeding a handful of millet, then looked at her lazily and said, "Do you want to starve me to death by starving me to death? Why are you stunned?"

Qin Chuan nodded quickly: "Yes...oh, no! That, the adult... the young one doesn't know anything. How do you eat on weekdays?"

"You'll know when you go to the kitchen." Fu Jiuyun got up, stretched, and sat at the table waiting for dinner.

Qin Chuan jogged all the way to the kitchen. Although the meals of these inner disciples are provided by the outer kitchen on weekdays, each disciple still has a small kitchen built in the courtyard, which is specially used for them to cook small kitchens.

Speaking of which, cultivating immortals in Xiangcai Mountain is happier and freer than a real god. There is no need to eat or desire from men and women, and it is delicious and delicious to worship all day long. Even those lazy disciples do not work hard to practice. Anyway, as long as they are beautiful and beautiful, no matter what their talent is, the mountain master will take them in as disciples and love them. In such a chaotic world, there is also a land of happiness that raises a group of pigs who do nothing. No wonder people outside have their heads sharpened all day long to find a blessing in the world.

There was a large lacquered wooden box on the stove in the kitchen. When I opened it, I found that it was full of three meats, three vegetables, pastries, soups, and fragrant rice. I didn’t know how it was delivered.

Qin Chuan took the box back, carefully arranged it on the table, and said respectfully: "Master Jiuyun, please have a meal."

Fu Jiuyun waved to her: "Sit down and eat together."

"This...isn't it good? The young one is a slave..." She shook her hand repeatedly.

He pulled her over and sat beside him, poured a glass of wine into her hand without saying a word, and smiled very kindly: "Drink a glass, just to celebrate that you were not invited by Xuanzhu to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots and shredded pork today."

The white wine in the glass smells strong, and you will know it is strong wine as soon as you smell it. This person has ulterior motives, and I am afraid he wants to get her drunk. Qin Chuan refused: "I dare not drink..."

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Jiuyun held her chin and looked at her with a smile, "Sir, I don't like you."

Seeing that he could not push, Qin Chuan simply took the cup and drank it in one sip, so he was so spicy that he coughed.

"Good!" Fu Jiuyun filled her again, "I'll have another cup, just to celebrate your coming and being my slave. Everyone is happy."

Qin Chuan looked up at him. Under the candlelight, he smiled like a spring flower blooming. It was a pity that he was full of bad water and could not get close to him.

She drank the second glass of wine faster. As soon as she touched her lips, she had already eaten her face. Her face did not change at all. She picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Fu Jiuyun with her hands. Her hands did not tremble and she did not scatter. She just filled a glass and held it with her respectfully: "Mr. Jiuyun, please."

Fu Jiuyun looked at the glass of wine thoughtfully, then looked at her again, and suddenly nodded: "Okay!"

Drink it all in one go.
Chapter completed!