Cannon fodder counterattacks the scum Jianwen (4)

Ye Sinian's eyes narrowed slightly, his curly eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes. His eyes flashed and his gaze quietly swept across the slender palm that was stretched out in front of him.

The skin was fair and the bones were distinct and the palm veins were distinct.

Ye Sinian glanced up at him with a smile and the brilliance in his eyes flowed.

The man dressed as Taoist suddenly brightened his eyes and smiled more sincerely.

The young man who had been waiting by the side stared at him with wide eyes, only to feel that it was not pleasing to his eyes.

Isn't his master too careless? Aren't Taoists all monks? But where is this person look like a monk? He looks like a liar!

Gritting his teeth angrily, the young man glared fiercely at the Taoist priest who was staring straight at his master with a smile on his face, wishing to pounce on him and beat him full of peach blossoms!

The gaze cast on him was too hot, Ye Sinian coughed, and said: "This Daoist..."

"You can call this poor Dao Ziyuan!" The man smiled, his eyes gleaming: "Calling the Dao Master is too much. It's alienated!"

With a flick of his eyebrows, Ye Sinian's eyes flashed with a distinct surprise.

Ziyuan...

In the data, isn't the Taoist priest who finally saved Zhao Feixiao, was named Ziyuan ...

The image of the Taoist master who was impressed by Xianfeng Dao with long bones and fluttering instantly shattered.

Ye Sinian raised his eyes and looked in front of him, the tall and handsome man with scorching eyes had a delicate expression. His mouth twitched.

The tall steed snorted and ran steadily on the bluestone streets with its horse hooves.

Sitting outside the carriage, the young man was driving the horse carefully while listening to the movement inside the carriage with an angry expression on his face. His whole body was ready to go and rushed to the past as long as he heard a little change!

He really didn't understand, how could a glamorous figure like his own master invite such an obviously glib liar back to the mansion as a guest?

Thinking of his master's friendly attitude towards others, Xiao Si sighed bitterly.

His dad asked him to follow the master well and said that there must not be any mistakes, but a man of noble temperament like the master is too easy to be deceived!

Inside the carriage, the noble son raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at the man sitting next to him, as if asking, why do you have to come over and squeeze me?

The liar's pupils, who were obviously glib and slick, shrank slightly. He turned his head to look at the perfect side face on his side and a dark current surging in his eyes.

"Ahem, I haven't consulted the name of this son?" Zi Yuan straightened his back and opened his mouth with heavy eyes.

"Zhao Lingqiu." Ye Sinian curled his lips, looked at him in a sitting posture with his head resting on his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "What does it mean?"

The breeze gently burrowed into the carriage window and the air seemed to faint. With a faint fragrance of wine, the unparalleled handsome man tilted his head and looked at him, his phoenix eyes were glowing with water, he was a little drunk.

Zi Yuan looked straight at Ye Sinian's face and was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly and was startled for a while.

Although the effect of wine in this era was not very high, but he drank a lot and the original owner's alcohol volume was not very good, so in the swaying carriage, Ye Sinian could not help but be a little drunk and his eyes were even more blurred.

After blinking, the blurred vision instantly became clear, Ye Sinian met those dumb eyes and couldn't help laughing.

Zi Yuan instantly returned to his senses. He looked at the man with more refined facial features and smiled in front of him. He felt that his heart, which had been in a silent state under the robe, was beating suddenly, the jumping was faster and louder and louder. The sound almost reverberated in the carriage.

But after all, he has rich experience, just in the blink of an eye, he comforted his pounding heart. He couldn't help but lean forward slightly. He leaned a little closer in the direction of Ye sinian, his voice was low and authentic: "It means... ...Ling Qiu's star is moving. There must be a happy event in the near future, so I want to take a look at it to confirm it."

Ye Sinian's eyes were full of smiles, he gave him a meaningful look and slowly stretched out his left hand, saying: "Take it here!"

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, Zi Yuan looked down at the hand stretched out in front of him. His eyes were flowing with hot emotions. He slid up along the round fingertips, wanting to lick the slender and white fingers, the well-knit palms, the white wrists covered with a thin layer of tender flesh...

His scorching gaze was blocked by the wide sleeves embroidered with ink-colored bamboo patterns. Zi Yuan licked his lips regretfully.

Fingertips trembled slightly, the smile in Ye Sinian's eyes was almost rippling. He coughed slightly, half joking and half urging, he said: "Ziyuan...brother?"

The ending sound seemed to be slightly picked up unintentionally. Zi Yuan could hardly help shivering all over, but when he met such calm eyes, he had no choice but to force the tremor down.

With a light cough, Zi Yuan frowned. The expression on his face finally became more serious. He pressed his lips tightly and reached out to hold Ye Sinian's hand.

The hand seemed to be carved from white jade and the fingertips were slightly cool.

Gently pinching his fingertips to close the distance, Zi Yuan drooped his dark eyes, quickly glanced at the man with slightly closed eyes in front of him. He couldn't help moving his thumb.

An itch came from the palm of his palm, Ye Sinian shrank back subconsciously. His pair of slightly raised phoenix eyes opened wide, staring at him.

In order to prevent him from pulling his hand away, Zi Yuan's strength unconsciously increased in few points. He pursed his lips in embarrassment as if he was not the one who did the small gesture just now. He looked down at the hand in front of him carefully.

Ye sinian rolled his eyes.

"This..." Zi Yuan frowned. He turned Ye Sinian's hand over and over again, and said incomprehensibly, "No! What about this palmistry..."

"What?" Ye sinian said with a low voice. Straightening his body, the distance between the two of them instantly narrowed. He lowered his head and glanced at his hand, which was held firmly with both hands.

Zi Yuan's eye-filled doubts were instantly replaced by surprise. The scent of wine lingered on the tip of his nose. The twinkling phoenix eyes looked straight over him, as if to look deep into his heart.

His heartbeat was out of rhythm again.

Ye sinian licked his lips unintentionally, the tip of his bright tongue swept across his thin lips, as if to coat it with a seductive layer of water.

As the carriage swayed, the legs of the two people who were very close inadvertently rubbed against each other.

His pupils suddenly enlarged, Zi Yuan breathed for a while, only to feel that his heart seemed to be tightened fiercely.

After a long pause, he finally found his voice and said with a serious voice: "Ling Qiu's palmistry... is very strange."

"Oh? What kind of strange?" Ye Sinian didn't seem to feel anything. He moved his fingers slightly and somehow he easily withdrew his hand from the shackles of Zi Yuan. His wide sleeves slid down only to reveal his fingertips and with a flick of his long sleeves, the distance between the two of them was instantly widened.

Zi Yuan slowly tightened his empty palm. A pang of regret suddenly came to his heart.

He pursed his lips, but the loss in his eyes was instantly replaced by excitement. He pretended to pinch his fingers, his eyes widened and he held Ye Sinian's shoulders with excitement. His face was full of surprise and said: "Ling Qiu's great marriage, it's not far in the sky, it's right in front of you!"

"Kak"

The wooden wheel hit the gravel on the side of the road, there was a harsh noise and the carriage shook violently.

Unprepared, Ye Sinian rushed forward, just in time to plunge into Zi Yuan's arms.

Holding the beauty, Zi Yuan was so excited that his heart almost stopped. Before he could enjoy the surprise, he heard the horse neigh and the carriage flicked its way.

Instinctively guarding the person in his arms, Zi Yuan was slammed to the other side of the carriage.

His pupils shrank abruptly, Ye Sinian quickly stretched out his hands and hugged Zi Yuan's shoulders.

"Hmm!"

There was a depressive hum from under him and Ye Sinian's heart suddenly tightened. He quickly stretched out his hand to support on the bedding, his tone was hard to hide his anxiously: "Are you hurt?!"

He hugged his back. The iron arm prevented Ye Sinian from sitting up. He couldn't take care of the other. He kept in such a posture with one hand on the side of Zi Yuan's face, looking anxiously at the frowning man, his eyes worried.

A dark light flashed in Zi Yuan's squinted eyes. He wrinkled his face and whispered in pain, "It hurts a little bit on my back, but it doesn't matter..."

There was a pain in Ye Sinian's heart. At this time, he was completely robbed of his mind by his patience with a frown. Where else could he think of?

Hearing the words, the young man came out of the carriage.

Ye Sinian sternly turned his head and shouted: "Go back home!"

The young man was secretly raising the curtain to look inside, but he shuddered and was surprised to see their posture. He glanced quickly on the thick bedding under them, his nose crooked with anger.

But in the end, it was because he hadn't set up the carriage and seeing Ye sinian's stern gaze, the young man aggrievedly lowered the curtain, sat down and picked up the reins.

The carriage started to Zhao's Mansion and the young man gnashed his teeth while driving cautiously.

Damn the old liar! If he hadn't said that damn thing, could he make the carriage go wrong? !

Master has never yelled at me!

Wait for the little master! One day, that layer of pretentious skin will be unveiled!

Ye Sinian frowned and turned his head back, just about to sit up and look carefully at what injury he had suffered. Then his eyes swept across the thick bedding under his palm inadvertently.

"..."

Zi Yuan hugged the man's waist and glanced at him quietly, still with a painful expression on his face.

Ye Sinian's eyes narrowed slightly, he noticed the man's movements. An undercurrent surging in his eyes just for a moment, before the expression on his face switched back to worry and anxiety.

"Is it painful?" Ye Sinian stretched out his hand and leaned towards him, touched his arm around his waist and said anxiously: "Let me take a look!"

The warm palm rested on the back of Zi Yuan's hand. The tip of his heart trembled and he let go of his hand unconsciously.

A dark light flashed under his eyes, Ye Sinian frowned and his face was full of guilt and worry. He pressed his arm on the side of Zi Yuan's face, as if he did not realize that his posture was wrong. He moved Zi Yuan under him. Turned over and sat directly on his lap.

Zi Yuan almost couldn't control the expression on his face, his palms clenched into fists unconsciously and his body tightened subconsciously.

Ye Sinian seemed to have not noticed the abnormal reaction of the person under him at all. He bent down, carefully reached out and touched Zi Yuan's back. He pressed his sturdy back muscles through the robe and stopped near the tunnel: "Does it hurt here? Or here?"

His face flushed, Zi Yuan turned his head and looked directly at the pattern of the bedding under him, swallowing continuously.

The sound of that person's anxious and worried voice rang in his ears, Zi Yuan felt the weight on his body and the hands that were getting lower and lower. He smacked his lips and felt that something was wrong in his heart.