Why don't you obey me today?

"Come on, drink up!"

"That's a good dish, I love the braised pork here."

In the crowded and bustling tavern, Lingling Ye was looking at the account book and wondering what she was thinking.

At that moment, a man came in, followed by seven or eight attendants, swept his eyes around the tavern, walked up to a man, and impatiently said, "Get up, this seat is mine."

The man saw that the visitor was Changxing Wei, the eldest son of the Wei House, and could only hold his breath, suppress his face, and immediately get up to give up his seat.

The attendant immediately wiped the table and bench aside, Changxing Wei then lifted the hem of his coat and sat down.

Lingling Ye reacted, and said to the man who had been driven away, "Sir, sorry, you don't have to pay for this meal." He also ordered the waiter to send him two jugs of wine, and only then did the man's face improve and he left.

The most important thing in doing store business is still to make the guests feel good.

"Boss Ye," Changxing Wei propped his chin up and looked at her daintily, "Come, come and sit."

Lingling Ye sat down across from him without changing his face, "Why is Mr. Wei free to come to my small store today?"

At this time the wine and food to send up, Changxing Wei drank two cups of wine, the face is even more manic depression, "is not that pretending to be a ghost of the smell of art out of the good thing to me, to my father in front of the three said, I was reprimanded a meal not to mention the beauty is also to send away, good in this son is almost tired of playing."

Changxing Wei was a notorious flirt, and Lingling Ye didn't want to mess with him; she'd seen countless suggestive glances, just like the one he was giving right now.

Seeing Lingling Ye did not say anything, Changxing Wei did not get annoyed, and after sizing her up twice, she smiled flirtatiously and directly got up to sit next to her.

"Seeing how hard it is for you, Beauty, to run a tavern," Changxing Wei said, "why don't you follow me, and I'll make sure you wear gold and silver and have a good life."

In the past, Changxing Wei did not dare to touch her because of the face of Wen Ji, but now it seems that Wen Ji has long been tired of her and has found someone else, so he can not let go of the opportunity.

"Mr. Wei is joking," Lingling Ye's face was stiff and ugly, "I have a thin life and was born lowly, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of Mr. Wei."

The Wei family is the richest in Jianan City, with all kinds of resources and power, not comparable to her small tavern. If Changxing Wei makes a move, the closure of her tavern will be a matter of moments.

Changxing Wei's behavior, she really do not like, if she followed him, sooner or later to be tired of playing abandoned, then what is the end, do not even have to think about it.

If she became the wife of Wen Ji, she would no longer have to be so alarmed and fearful.

Dodging Changxing Wei's outstretched hand, Lingling Ye gritted her teeth and made a secret decision.

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The wind swept up dust and sand, causing the branches and leaves to sway, the flowers and plants to bow their heads, the dreary air smelled of earth, and the sky and earth were gray with overcast clouds.

"Rumble--" A muffled thunder rang out from the sky, and all of a sudden heavy rain poured down.

Although Xu You often accompanied by the side of the empty-nester Wen Ji, but not rain or shine every day to go, generally speaking, rain she did not go, the slippery stone steps on the high mountains, quite a safety hazard, Xu You just wear to be tripped once, early psychological shadow.

Looking out at the watery, misty world outside, Xu You closes the window and lays back in the rocking chair to get high.

With just over a month left of the five-month engagement, Xu You can sense a change in his attitude towards her, but it's not enough to figure out how to come up with a strong dose.

For the time being, I have not thought of any good breakthrough, forget it, quantitative change causes qualitative change, the future rainy day off days canceled, overtime to strengthen the concept of time.

Having made up his mind, Xu You got up, dressed himself, and said to Xiang He, "Prepare an umbrella."

Xiang He was surprised, "Madam, you still go out in this heavy rain?" She used to not dare to ask much, recently more and more feel that the lady good speech, as a maid she relaxed a lot.

"Well, you can't see a rainbow until you've braved the storm," Xu You said casually, "I'm going to go meet the rainbow now."

Xiang He was made to laugh by her seriousness, and then said with concern, "Then, ma'am, be careful on the road."

Xu You took the umbrella and went out the door, the rainstorm came and went quickly, this time the rain was quite small, the road accumulated many small streams of water, her light blue shoes were wet a little.

"Ta-da-" The raindrops fell in a cascade onto the greaseproof paper, smashing out a crisp sound.

When the wind blew, the rain came in diagonally, Xu You lowered the umbrella, but half of his body was still wet.

When you come to Sunwonji Temple, Xu You closes the paper umbrella and the rainwater on the umbrella goes to the tip of the umbrella, and then disappears into the ground.

"You monk, you have come today." The little monk at the entrance smiled and greeted Xu You when he saw her. Xu You was always polite and enthusiastic every time she came, and from time to time, she would distribute some small trinkets, so many monks in the temple had changed their opinion of her, and treated her quite kindly.

Xu You raised his eyes and smiled: "Zhi Ran, today it's your turn to be on duty in front of the door, ask you, that Ye girl can come?"

Zhi Ran nods, "Coming."

Xu You is no surprise, and Lingling Ye deserves to be recognized as a true storm trooper.

There are always girls who come to the Winking Art Masters, or there will be something wrong, and some monks have asked Master Xuan Jing for advice, and the Master only said, "The chance of this, let him go."

Xuanjing masters have said so, that they are these monks naturally more bad to say anything, over time we will be accustomed to, and then there is no smell of art in the Sunwonji Temple incense may not be so exuberant, a lot of people to come here to throw thousands of dollars, the temple's accommodation environment has improved, and more money can be donated to the poor people, accumulate virtues and good deeds.

Xu You spoke with Zhi Ran for a few moments before heading towards the Returning Garden, greeting the many monks he encountered along the way.

When she came to the Returning Court, she knocked on the door twice and pushed but could not push it, in the past days, as long as Wen Ji was there, the Returning Court would not be locked, and she usually knocked on the door twice, then she could open the door directly to enter the courtyard.

Xu You knocked several times, or no one answered, if Wen Shu is not in, but Lingling Ye is not to return to the Court, Zhi Ran said she has not left, just from the temple door all the way in also did not see her.

Lingling Ye should be at the Returning Court right, if Wen Ji is also there ......

Oh, no!

Xu You threw away her umbrella, wiped a handful of water from her face, and went around to the back of the Returning Court, where the ladder she used to climb over the fence last time was still left untouched on the ground, and had gotten quite dirty.

Xu You picked it up and leaned it against the wall, stepped on the ladder and climbed up, and as soon as it was over the fence, it jumped down, and there was no time to slow down the pain in his heel, pumping the pain and barreling over to the house.

Once pushed the door of the house, it was really chained, she went around to the window, vaguely see someone on the ground, the window is made of bamboo and wood hollowing, not as strong as the door, Xu You force to crash, and tumbled in through the window.

"Who?!" A sharp female voice rang out.

Although his voice changed due to nervousness, Xu You could hear who it was, and he used his points to exchange for a pointing technique, which he applied to Lingling Ye, knocking her out.

Xu You put Lingling Ye down to the side and settled down before realizing that the image was a bit juvenile.

At this time, Wen Ji was sitting on the ground, with his back against the wall, his belt fell aside, his clothes were scattered, his white and firm chest was exposed, and his cloaked hair was slightly disheveled.

Obviously living color, bias he lowered his eyelids, eyes cold to the extreme, not half a bit of love.

Xu You crouched down, looking at the sharp, smooth line of his throat and the little nest between his collarbones, and she raised an eyebrow, "Did I come at a bad time."

She glanced at Lingling Ye, who was passed out in full regalia, and realized instantly that this was a ploy to overpower and overdose.

"No," Xu You looked at him skeptically, "How do you work as a fortune teller, do you just want to lie flat and enjoy the beauty?"

Once he finished speaking, Xu You suddenly had a flash of insight, Lingling Ye had been sending fried radish to Wen Shu, of course, Wen Shu did not put up any defense on this point, in addition, Wen Shu had once said, to calculate one's own life, one has to use the blood of the heart, who would have nothing to do but cut the blood of the heart to calculate oneself.

Lingling Ye knew that Xu You would not come on a rainy day, and that no one else would be allowed to trespass in Gu Li Yuan, giving her the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Xu You, not to mention Wen Ji, did not expect Lingling Ye to be so bold as to go this far.

Xu You sighs, "You almost lost your virginity because of a plate of stir-fried radish, do you think you lost it, were you a rabbit spirit in your past life?"

Wen Ji opened his mouth, his voice weak and slurred, making it hard to hear.

It seems to be the effect of the medicine, no wonder she called outside and couldn't hear his response, but look at his calm and collected, his expression is breezy, as if he wasn't drugged, instead he was saluting the Buddha in general.

Meeting his cold, calm eyes, Xu You sensed no hint of anger at being drugged, the panicked rejection of being tainted, or the joy of having someone come to his rescue; it was just so unperturbed, as if he didn't care about anything.

Not caring, including his body, but also himself.

Xu You suddenly thought of the misanthropic grayness in the eyes of that little boy ten years ago, the walking dead, not fearing death, not yearning for new life.

Why exactly?

The heart felt like it had fallen into several pins and stung.

Xu You closed his eyes and forced down the emotions in his heart, raising his hand to help him dress.

Just as she picked up her belt, she suddenly remembered her plan for a dose of hard labor, and it was now or never.

Xu You Seeing that his eyes have changed, she shook the green colored belt in her hand, "Master, choosing a day is not as good as bumping into a day, why don't you submit to me today?"

She has figured it out, no wonder Wen Ji has no love for Lingling Ye, the plot says that he is still vulgar to marry her, it must be because of this turn of events, maybe Lingling Ye can threaten to get pregnant afterwards.

So, should Xu You replace Lingling Ye and follow the plot?

Just as she was thinking, Xu You's hand was already resting on her collarbone, and the warmth of her body heat was coming from her palm.

Wen Ji s dark and silent eyes finally changed, and he looked fixedly at Xu You .

Xu You licked his lips, throat a little dry, sleepwear this kind of thing to say that not nervous is false, see Winking Art did not obvious resistance, Xu You tentative close to him, lips stop at his ear, said softly, "never from?"

She clearly felt Winking Art's breathing go haywire, and her warm breath landed on the side of her neck, tickling her a little.

What she didn't know was that Winking Art's palms were sweating.

Xu You sidled up and kissed his cheek, his hand quietly covered his heart, and trailed off, "Master, is it the wind that moves, or is it your heart that moves."

"Why are you jumping so fast?"

Xu You looked up at him, his face was already red, and down the length of his slender neck was tinged with a thin red, while the line of his throat tightened and the knot slid up and down.

Xu You touched the knot in his throat and felt him tighten and stiffen.

He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could manage was a low gasp, low and husky, grating and tantalizing.

Xu You saw the redness in his eyes, and his chest was slightly heaving and gasping, like a Buddha who had fallen into the mortal world without any desire, and had fallen into love.

Xu You was also slightly hot, and his heart was throbbing.

"Then I ......" Xu You rips open the lapels of his shirt, and his otherwise loose garment slips down the side of his shoulder, revealing an intact left hand, and a mangled shoulder on one side.

There was also a small section of broken arm on the right shoulder, where it looked like it had been chopped off by a messy knife, a diagonal cut, dark reddish-black in color, with hideous lines, which should have not been dealt with properly in the first place.

"Well-" Winking Art made a slurred and resistant sound when he realized where her eyes were fixed.

The blush faded from his face and he went pale, as if he didn't want to see the sight of her, and he closed his eyes.

If earlier it was a needle piercing the heart, then Xu You's current feeling is that the heart has been sharpened by a dull knife.

"I'm sorry Wenjutsu," Xu You lowered your eyes, "not ever again, as long as you don't want to."

Wen Ji closed his eyes tightly, he felt immensely embarrassed, this embarrassment is like being lynched in the street, all the indifference does not care, in this moment have become immensely care.

Ugly, disgusting, crippled, for the first time the words were like vipers that he hated to retreat from, hated to cover up and hide from.

It was as if the broken arm had been set on fire by embarrassment, burning his veins and turning every drop of blood into ice.

Why should he care what she thinks, and care so much.

He doesn't know.

Abruptly, Wen Ji felt a warm and soft touch coming from his broken arm, his eye lashes trembled and he opened his eyes to see her rosy lips fall on his broken arm.

In an instant, it was like a light wind had passed through his torso, extinguishing the flames that burned in his veins, melting his blood that had solidified into ice, and finally resting in his heart, turning it into a clean, translucent lake.

Outside, the rain had stopped, and the light in the house was a little dim as the water droplets that pooled along the tiles fell softly.

Xu You hung his head and dressed him and tied his belt, while sitting next to him.

After a moment of silence, she tugged gently at the right side of his shirt.

"It's not ugly, not ugly at all." Xu You's voice was low and soft.

"Really."