Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

Chapter 23 The Weasel Greets the Chicken

"Who is at the door?" A cold and transparent voice suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Before the words were finished, a gleaming golden wind spirit whip flew towards Gu Wanqing like a flying arrow.

Gu Wanqing could have avoided it, but he was distracted, and Shen Yan's Fengling Whip is a very powerful magic weapon, so immediately tied him up three times inside and outside three times tightly, and in the blink of an eye he was gone. It was tied into a crumpled rice dumpling.

Seeing Shen Yan approaching him step by step under the moonlight, Gu Wanqing's heart began to thump, and it beat faster and faster, because he didn't know how to explain to Shen Yan the reason why he appeared here?

Can't tell Shen Yan that he came here in the middle of the night just to enjoy the moon?

Shen Yan walked in front of him, stopped in her tracks, recognized the bound person, and immediately showed surprise on her face.

"why you?"

"Xianzun, I...I want to come here to blow some air because...I can't sleep, so...that's why I want to come here to blow some air." Gu Wanqing's eyes dodged, and he faltered and made up nonsense.

Shen Yan raised her sleeves to put away the wind spirit whip, stood there for a while, looked at him thoughtfully and said: "The banquet just ended, why didn't I see you?"

"That... um... I... my clothes were wet by the water, so... so I went back and changed into dry clothes." Gu Wanqing lowered her head, her forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

"Oh..." Shen Yan's face changed slightly, but she didn't ask any more questions, she just said something to take a rest, then turned and left.

Gu Wanqing raised her head to see that Shen Yan's back had completely disappeared into the night, and then stroked her chest and let out a long sigh of relief, finally letting go of her hanging heart.

Thinking about how he and Shen Yan spent so many years in bed in his previous life, it stands to reason that he should have been immune to his face long ago.

But looking at his unsmiling face now, and the fact that the two of them were standing face to face at a close distance, I still felt unconsciously afraid.

He leaned his back against the tree trunk in a daze for a long time, when a gust of night wind hit, his swollen head was instantly sober.

He straightened up and wrapped himself in a robe, walked into the garden bored, and picked off a few blooming lilies casually.

After walking around for most of the night, the drowsiness gradually hit. After yawning a few times, I turned around and left the garden, and went back to my room to undress and sleep.

The next day, the sunlight slowly climbed up the papered windows along the blue brick wall, but Gu Wanqing was curled up in the bed and refused to get up for a long time.

After a while, a series of slight knocks on the door and the chirping of sparrows under the eaves finally disturbed his dream.

He opened his eyes in a daze, raised the back of his hand and rubbed his eyes, and shouted impatiently at the door: "It's early in the morning, why don't you let people sleep?"

"Brother, it's me, Ziqian." A soft voice floated in through the crack of the door.

Gu Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, then sat up with her messy hair lifted from the quilt, with the word "bored" written all over her face.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

The door opened with a "squeak", and Zheng Ziqian walked in lightly with a plate of fragrant lotus cakes.

"Brother, I made lotus cakes for you, you can get up and eat some."

"Oh...you put it on the table, I'll eat it later." Gu Wanqing raised her eyelids and quietly glanced at the lotus cake Zheng Ziqian put on the table.

The lotus flower cake on the plate looks like an open lotus flower, it is tender and sweet, it is his favorite snack in his life, none of them.

He remembered that the first time he ate lotus cakes, Zheng Ziqian made them for him when he first entered Xianmen.

For a rough man like him who is used to eating wild game in the mountains, he has never eaten or seen such exquisite snacks.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the first bite, his tongue became addicted, so in the days that followed, he always pestered Zheng Ziqian to make it for him.

But as he got older, Zheng Ziqian, who was usually gentle and refined, began to become double-faced for some reason, always complaining to the celestial venerable about some non-existent things, and speaking ill of him behind his back.

Of course, every time he files a complaint, he will inevitably suffer a lot.Over time, he respected Zheng Ziqian at a distance, and even stopped eating his lotus cakes.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Ziqian sent lotus cakes again today.

Gu Wanqing couldn't figure it out for a while, so she made up a reason to send Zheng Ziqian away.

Putting on his boots, he walked to the stool beside the table and sat down. Then he put his hands on his chin and looked at the lotus cake in front of him for a while, when a thought suddenly came to his mind.

"It's not a good thing for a weasel to pay a New Year's greeting to a chicken. Could it be that this brat poisoned the dim sum?"