When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Chapter 21 Embroidered Purse

Fortunately, I didn't give it to the little fox to drink. What if I cried after drinking it?
Qingwu thought again, if it was really fun to drink milk and cry.

Yan Chenjin sleeps on Qingwu's couch, sleeping in a heroic posture, whether he is drunk after all, he looks like a different person in peacetime.

The whole couch was fully occupied by him, without any room.

Qingwu originally wanted to sleep in Yanchenjin's room for one night, but he was afraid that Yanchenjin would wake up at night and cry and look for someone. If others knew that he was sleeping in her room, it would not be good to hear the news.

There was no other way, so Qingwu had no choice but to spread out a mattress on the ground and fell asleep.

The next morning, when Yan Chenjin woke up, he felt a dull pain in his head.

He stood up rubbing the back of his head, and saw Qingwu sitting on the ground meditating.

When Qingwu heard the movement, he opened his eyes, "Are you awake?"

The boy nodded and wanted to speak, but his throat was very dry. It happened that there was a bowl of milk on the small table beside the couch.

He leaned over, picked up the bowl, and was about to drink it, but Qingwu hurriedly stopped him, "Don't drink that, it's too sweet, and, I've already drank it."

Yan Chenjin doesn't drink what other people have drunk, she knows it very well.

But the young man didn't listen to her, and took two big gulps, maybe he drank too fast, and a little bit was still on the tip of his tall nose.

Qing Wu stared at him blankly, it really was a bun with milk, after drinking milk, it became softer and cuter.

Qingwu got up, wiped the milk on the tip of his nose for him, and asked, "Is it good?"

The boy said awkwardly, "It's okay."

Qingwu couldn't judge whether he liked it or didn't like it, so she asked tentatively, "I'll drink this for you every day from now on, okay?"

Yan Chenchen's ears turned red, and he hummed.

Why does Qingwu feel that after drinking milk, his temper has softened.

She scratched his chin, unexpectedly, he didn't resist when he was sober.

Yan Chenjin was teased by her for a while, and on the principle of not being too active, she wanted to go back to the house.

Before leaving, the boy asked her: "After I got drunk yesterday, I didn't do anything to make you angry, did I?"

Qingwu smiled and shook his head, more than nothing, he made her very happy yesterday, "No, you are much more likable when you are drunk than usual."

Seeing that the young man's face was not very good-looking, Qingwu hurriedly changed his words, "I mean, you are very likable now, but you are even more likable when you are drunk."

Yan Chenjin listened to her sophistry, but didn't lose his temper, just snorted and left.

After giving away the little fox, Qingwu remembered that there was still a purse to embroider, so he went to Zhao Jinying's room.

When Zhao Jinying saw the embroidered cloth and silk thread, her mind went blank, "What did you buy here? A rag?"

Qingwu smiled, and said, "Is it true that no one will like it just by looking at it?"

Not only that, this color, even if it is embroidered with Phoenix and Celestial Immortals, no man would want it!
Zhao Jinying said with a sneer: "Junior Sister Lu is really good, she took great pains. But I have a question, Junior Brother Yan is so good-looking, his brother should not be too bad, why don't you agree?"

Naturally it was because of the embarrassing status, not to mention Yan Chenjin's elder brother, even any fox would be useless.

But Qingwu couldn't explain it to Zhao Jinying, so he could only say: "I can't explain it to you."

The more she said that, the more suspicious Zhao Jinying felt.

Could it be that Lu Yaoqing liked Yanchenjin, but was rejected by Yanchenjin, in order to avoid future troubles, Yanchenjin wanted to introduce his brother to Lu Yaoqing, Lu Yaoqing was heartbroken, so he flatly refused?
But Zhao Jinying didn't think it made sense after thinking about it, so she shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

The two devoted themselves to the study of embroidery, and Zhao Jinying herself was a half-hearted person, and it was even more difficult to teach Qingwu.

In fact, just deciding what to embroider can be quite distressing.

Qingwu only bought silk thread of one color, dark green, which really embarrassed Zhao Jinying.

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Jinying suggested, "Just embroider a bamboo!"

Sounds good, doesn't seem to be mistaken for anything.

But when Qingwu poked her finger for the tenth time, she threw the embroidered cloth on the ground angrily, "Stop doing it, if I continue to embroider, my hands will almost be tied into a sieve."

Zhao Jinying was a good-natured person, picked up the embroidered cloth, and said: "As the saying goes, it takes ten years to hone a sword, junior sister, are you too impatient?"

Qingwu looked at the needle's eye in his hand irritably, and then at the blood stains on the embroidered cloth, wondering in his heart, can this blood be washed off?

After embroidering for two full days, Qingwu left Zhao Jinying's room with a purse in satisfaction. As soon as he went out, he happened to meet Yan Chenjin who was knocking on the door next door.

Seeing the inkstone dust, Qingwu hurriedly hid the purse behind his back, waved his hand at Zhao Jinying, and the other party took it knowingly and hid it in his sleeve.

Qingwu smiled awkwardly, "Jin, are you looking for me?"

The boy gave her a hard look, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey..." Before Qingwu could say anything, the boy had already entered the room.

Zhao Jinying didn't understand, "Didn't you just give it to his brother? What are you hiding, making it sneaky."

Qing Wu said: "You don't understand this. The thing I made is so ugly. If he saw it today, he would definitely say that I didn't do it well, and maybe he would be angry and ask me to do it again. But if he begs for a trick tomorrow , even if he complains, I don't have time to re-embroider it!"

There seems to be some truth to this statement.

Zhao Jinying looked at Yan Chenjin's room, "But I think Junior Brother Yan seems to be angry."

Qing Wu said: "He is made of anger, if he does not get angry once or twice a day, it is not a day."

"But, before, Junior Brother Yan was never angry." Although Zhao Jinying rarely saw Yan Chenjin, he was always indifferent and sickly.

Although he has a temper, he would not turn his head away so shamelessly, and he still turned his head away inexplicably.

Qingwu followed Zhao Jinying's line of sight suspiciously, "Really? Could it be that he just bullied me because I have a good temper and lost his temper with me?"

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, Chaos Mountain also has the custom of praying. Because Jiang Mingyun was still on the sick bed, the disciples of Huaguang Sect decided to go to the temple at the foot of the mountain to worship and pray for Jiang Mingyun's speedy recovery.

Qingwu was also among them, and she saw that the wound on Cheng Anyi's face had almost healed, and it seemed that he had nourished it with spiritual energy.

Looking at Yan Chenjin again, after meeting her gaze, the man immediately moved his eyes away, as if he was not looking at her just now.

Why are you still angry?Qingwu murmured in his heart.

She cautiously moved towards the direction of Yan Chenjin, but before reaching that person, she saw Cheng Anyi strike up a conversation with Yan Chenjin first.

Qingwu pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

Cheng Anyi: "Ajin, today is Qiqiao. After worshiping the gods and Buddhas, shall we go down the mountain?"

(End of this chapter)