[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 107

Drunken House.

Yan Qingping wore special gloves on both hands, and looked serious...to disassemble the chicken.

He put the removed chicken into the small plate in front of Fang Siming.

Fang Siming rested his chin in one hand, and ate two pieces of meat from the plate in front of him with the other from time to time.Of course, there are not only the drunken chickens that Yan Qingping tore off, but also some picky fish, which were also put in by Yan Qingping before.

He did these things as if it was a matter of course, obviously he was used to it.

Who made this man so gentle?All kinds of trifles come at your fingertips... Fang Siming lowered his eyelashes slightly.

It was cheaper, Fang Siming understood.

"Siming, what do you think? This family's drunk chicken is very famous!" Yan Qingping finished dismantling a chicken, took off his gloves, and looked at Fang Siming gently with a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes.

"Not bad." Fang Siming said casually, "Where are you going next?"

"Let's go to see the Qixi Lantern Market first, and then go to set off the river lanterns!" Yan Qingping was full of enthusiasm.

"Heh, the river lantern... that's all, let you go." Fang Siming looked at the still bright sky outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Little idiot."

Yan Qingping was taken aback, a little surprised.

"Siming, call me again."

"What?" Fang Siming frowned.

"Little idiot! Call me again! Hurry up!" Yan Qingping said with a chuckle.

"You..." Fang Siming was stunned, "Do you like to hear people scold you?"

"I just like to hear you call me that." Yan Qingping sighed regretfully.

Hmph, little idiot.

Fang Siming ignored him and ate with peace of mind.

Yan Qingping was not annoyed, he also wiped his hands and picked up the chopsticks.But after eating for a while...

"Eat your food, what do you want me to do?" Fang Siming couldn't stand it anymore.The person opposite, take a look at him, take a bite of food, and look at him again...

"Look at your dinner." Yan Qingping said sincerely, "It's delicious to eat."

"You... shameless."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The two walked out of the Zuixian Tower side by side.

Yan Qingping quietly clasped Fang Siming's hand.Fang Siming frowned and drew back.

Yan Qingping grabbed it again, Fang Siming pulled it back after struggling.

Yan Qingping persevered and took his hand.Fang Siming had no choice but to let him go in the end.

Yan Qingping was delighted: Brother Siming is still so easy to chase!

"Let's go, aren't we going to the Lantern Market?" Fang Siming didn't look at his proud eyes.

"Let's go."

There were not many people in the lamp market, probably because it was still early.In summer, when it is dark, you have to come out later to watch the lights.

"Big brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for your beloved big brother, it only costs 8888 coppers!" A crisp voice with a smile sounded.Yan Qingping lowered his head and looked, this is not Ye Yunxi.

"division……"

"Do you want pomegranate flowers? Yes!" Ye Yunxi interrupted.She secretly flirted with Yan Qingping: Brother, be smart!I'm here to assist you!Know your unexpected ready to spend!

Yan Qingping was stunned.

"Then pomegranate flowers." He took out a piece of silver and handed it to Ye Yunxi, who was acting as a flower buyer.

"Okay. Take the rest as a tip for me, big brother? I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years!" Ye Yunxi stuffed a bright red pomegranate flower into Yan Qingping's hand, turned and ran away.

Yan Qingping: ...Why do I feel that she is defrauding me of money?

He looked at the lonely pomegranate flower in his hand, then turned to Fang Siming: "Siming, here you are."

"What do I want it for?" Fang Siming looked at him quietly, "Will you wear it on your head?"

"Yeah, you see that you are wearing red today, so you look good..." Yan Qingping's voice gradually trailed off.

Their eyes met for a moment.

Recently, Yan Qingping was defeated, he raised his hand and put a pomegranate flower on his head.

He is wearing a cool Yuelongmen today, with all his black hair scattered behind his back, paired with this fiery red pomegranate flower, it is so funny...

A smile finally crossed Fang Siming's face: "Little idiot."

Yan Qingping immediately felt that the flower was worth it.

Finally, Fang Siming took off the flower and pinned it to his collar.The fiery red collar, snow-white neck, and delicate flowers.Yan Qingping watched it reluctantly for a long time.

Fang Siming smiled, "It's pretty, huh?"

"It's beautiful." Yan Qingping was serious, "I really want to see it forever."

Fang Siming gave him a hard look, and the ears in the white hair were faintly red.

The number of people gradually increased.

They walked hand in hand through the crowd.

"Siming, this is for you." Yan Qingping gave him an exquisite folding fan, and the fan pendant was a small sachet.

"Huh?" Fang Siming opened it, and found that one side was blank, and the other side was a line from Qin Guan's famous Qixi Ci poem "Magpie Bridge Immortals"--when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world.

The handwriting is chic and smooth, exactly Yan Qingping's handwriting.

"Hold it well. I made the fan myself, and I sewed the sachet." Yan Qingping stayed up all night for this gift.

"Barely." Fang Siming played with the fan with one hand, "I must not smell on my body."

"I know." Yan Qingping blinked, and let go of Fang Siming's hand, "You try to open it?"

Fang Siming opened the sachet as he said.A burst of quiet magnolia fragrance hit, and before anyone caught it, it quietly went away.

The sachet no longer has a hint of fragrance.

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are crossing the magpie bridge, and I will give Siming a ray of incense." Yan Qingping's eyes bent.

Fang Siming kept silent, fastened the sachet, and put away the folding fan.Yan Qingping held his hand again: "Happy Qixi Festival, Siming."

"Old man, how much is this river lantern?" A clear man's voice sounded.

Yan Qingping raised his head and saw that this person was dressed in white, waving a folding fan, and beside him was a gentle and ethereal woman in white, who even hugged a lop-eared rabbit.

Yan Qingping realized: Chu Xiang is handsome!

This man was handsome and romantic, although his appearance was different from that of the other Chu Liuxiang, but his suave but reliable temperament was exactly the same.

"Rongrong doesn't want the river lantern you bought! Look at how beautiful this one is!" A heroic female voice sounded, and the woman in bright red clothes walked towards them holding a river lantern.

Princess Crescent.

Yan Qingping looked at the big triangle and was afraid, so he pulled Fang Siming and walked in the opposite direction.

"Aren't you going to say hello to your Xiangshuai?" Fang Siming asked after letting him drag him for a distance.

"Qixi Festival, what should I say hello to him? He is with a beautiful woman, and I am also with a beautiful woman. Greetings will only add to the embarrassment." Yan Qingping blinked.

"Humph."

They walked for a while, and put on their own river lanterns.Yan Qingping brought a lotus lantern, and Fang Siming took a common lantern.

"Siming, you should write your wish in the river lantern." Before they knew it, they had reached the riverside.Various river lanterns float slowly on the river, illuminating the sky above the river.

"boring."

"I have a charcoal pencil, Brother Siming, can you write?"

"……give it to me."

The two river lanterns fluttered away leisurely.

"Siming, I heard that if the two people who made the wish are sincerely in love with each other, the wish will come true."

"Oh, so stupid."

They stopped under a willow tree by the river.Yan Qingping looked at him, his eyes were as gentle as if they were filled with stars.

"Then would you like this idiot?"

"I……"

Yan Qingping gently pushed him against the tree trunk and sealed his lips.

……

In the evening, Fang Siming returned to Wansheng Pavilion.

Yan Qingping searched one by one in the lower reaches of the river, and scooped up all the similar river lanterns.

Finally found Fang Siming's lamp.

On the small note in the lamp, a few lines of words were written with charcoal.

The blur in front was crossed out by Fang Siming.There is only one sentence that can be seen clearly——

May he be safe.