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

Chapter 90 Voluntary Admitting Mistakes
The beauty is crying, who can bear to turn a blind eye after seeing it?

Qingwu reassured me: "Madam, don't feel sorry for me. Those things have passed. I can see now that life is not easy, and we have to look forward. Besides, I still have someone to accompany me. It's already very good."

Yu Shi nodded, "Good boy, your parents will be comforted if they are alive in heaven."

While talking, Yan Chenjin walked in from the outside.

As soon as Qingwu saw him, he immediately put his hands behind his back, and drew a spell on his wrist with the other hand, creating an illusion.

When the hand was removed from the back, the wrist was as before, with no trace visible.

Just as Yu Shi was about to speak, seeing that she was taking such pains to conceal it, she gave her all of her thoughts.

However, Yan Chenjin kept staring at her injured wrist, causing Qingwu to doubt himself a little.

According to Yan Chenjin's cultivation base, he shouldn't be able to tell.

But he looks like...

The young man looked away, probably still angry with Qingwu, and sat straight beside Mrs. Yu.

Seeing that he didn't find out, Qingwu didn't think much about it, but it's a pity that he originally planned to use this to coax him, but now it can't be done.

Seeing that Yu's eyes were still red, Yan Chenjin asked her, "Mother, are you crying?"

Yu wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "Just now I was listening to Ah Qing talk about her past, and Mother felt sad and couldn't help it."

Qingwu nodded his nose, and said: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't mention those old sesame seeds and rotten millet."

Mrs. Yu shook her head, stood up, and said, "Ajin is here, so ask him to accompany you. It's almost noon, and I'll go make you something to eat."

When Mrs. Yu went out of the room, Qing Wu sat next to Yan Chenjin.

Enduring the pain on her wrist, she poked the boy's cheek, "Are you still angry?"

The boy grasped her fingers, "Don't move."

Qingwu's understanding of this sentence was 'don't touch me', she wanted to withdraw her hand, but the young man held her fingertips tightly, and said in a slightly aggrieved voice, "I've said it all, don't move."

Why are you wronged again?
Qingwu didn't dare to provoke him, nor did he dare to move.

Being held by him with two fingertips, Qingwu could even feel her nails poking the boy's palm, she said: "Why don't you hold my hand and hold your fingers like this, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

The young man shook his head.

Qingwu asked him, "Why are you so angry? I have apologized and promised not to dare next time. You still don't forgive me? Then tell me, how do you think I can forgive me?"

Yan Chenjin's eyes finally moved away from her wrist, and turned his attention to her face, staring at her for a while, but he couldn't see what emotion he was in.

After a long time, he said, "I'm not angry."

Not angry yet?With a cold face, as if she owed him money, and said she wasn't angry?
Qingwu substituted it for a while, rubbed the tip of his nose, and asked a little embarrassedly: "How about I let you touch me as compensation, okay?"

The boy glared at her, "You!"

Qingwu quickly waved his hands, "Just kidding, don't be angry, I'm just kidding."

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, the little ancestor is really hard to serve.

Qingwu feels that her patience still needs to be improved, and whenever she encounters such an unsolvable dilemma, she will always have the idea of ​​breaking the can and throwing it.

Perhaps because she lived in a prison for hundreds of years, she always has extreme ideas when dealing with unsolvable things.

However, so far, the thing that she finds most unsolvable is Yan Chenjin.

This is probably also the reason why she had no affection for him in the past.

Qingwu sighed for a long time, and wanted to ask him what he really wanted, but she knew that such words would have no other purpose except to make the relationship between the two of them worse.

He just likes to make people guess what he's thinking.

However, Qingwu couldn't figure it out, and felt very tired of guessing people.

The two stalemate for a long time, but Qingwu couldn't bear it anymore.

She shifted her gaze to the table, and fiddled with the finely carved jade cup on the table with one hand.

Yan Chenjin also realized that she didn't like him like this, not to mention her, even she didn't like the way she was now.

Seeing that she would rather dip in the water in the glass to write and draw in boredom than look at him, he felt very sad.

The boy opened his mouth, afraid that she would hate him and wanted to reconcile with her, but he saw Qingwu turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "Jin, look, what I wrote."

Yan Chenjin poked his head to look, and there were six large characters written on the table, "Baby, forgive me".

He couldn't help curling his lips, and the grievance in his heart was swept away immediately.

At this moment, Mrs. Yu came in, and Qingwu hurriedly wiped off the water stains on the table.

It was the wrist of the right hand that Qingwu was injured, and Mrs. Yu specially cooked meat porridge for Qingwu, so that it would be more convenient for the left hand to eat with a spoon.

From time to time, Mrs. Yu would put a few side dishes into Qingwu's bowl, and Yan Chenjin would also put it for her.

Taking advantage of Mrs. Yu serving the soup, Qingwu whispered to him, "Aren't you angry?"

The boy snorted and said, "Concentrate on eating."

After eating, Mrs. Yu said: "The plum blossoms over the Yumei Pond are in bloom. The scenery is nice. Ah Jin will take Ah Qing to have a look. The day before yesterday, Xiao Yan lived there for two days, and I ordered people to clean up several residences. Come out, you stay there for one night, go to the hot spring at night, it is a medicinal spring, it is good for your health."

Qingwu knew that Madam Yu was thinking about her wrist injury, so he nodded gratefully to her.

Yanchen hummed, "I'll prepare two bathrobes first, and I'll bring them over later."

Mrs. Yu said: "When I was cooking just now, I had already asked someone to prepare and deliver it. It should have been delivered by now. You only need to accompany Ah Qing."

Yan Chenjin nodded, "Understood."

The two went to Yumei Pond, Yanchenjin walked beside Qingwu's left hand, holding her left hand, Qingwu was not used to it, but remembering that his right hand was still injured, it could only be like this.

It's just that she is a little strange, Yan Chenjin always likes to walk on her right side, why suddenly today...

Qingwu couldn't help wondering, did he find out?
She put her right hand behind her back, and the magic energy from her fingertips turned into a mole on the illusion of her wrist, then raised her right hand, pointed to her wrist wrapped in white gauze, and asked, "Look, I have a mole here." .”

The boy stared at her wrist, looked again and again, and said, "Well, why is there a mole, you didn't have it here before."

There was no mole on his wrist originally, Qingwu just wanted to confirm whether he could see the illusion.

But hearing what he said, Qingwu's heart tightened.

Did she not expect that he could even remember clearly whether there was a mole on her wrist?

Yan Chenjin tilted his head and asked her, "Can moles grow on their own?"

Qingwu nodded and said with a sneer: "Maybe, haha."

Yumei Pond is some distance away from Yao Wangfei's bedroom, and it took two quarters of an hour to arrive.

Now that it's cold, you can see the steam from the hot springs filling the sky from a distance.

Before entering, Qingwu imagined a big hot spring, but it turned out that several small hot springs were separated.

It seems that it is impossible to soak in hot springs together.

Among the plum trees surrounding the hot spring, only a few are in bloom.

And after passing through the palace room behind the hot spring, you can see a patch of plum blossom branches connected together, many of which are in bloom, most of which are white.

There are also two plum blossoms in Langya Mountain, but they are not as beautiful as the Yumei here.

Qingwu lingered in the flowers, "Don't plum blossoms only bloom in spring?"

Yan Chenjin said: "There are also different types of plum blossoms. Yumei doesn't bloom at this time, and the flowering period is earlier. It's just that it is next to the hot spring and it is warmer, so it has been delayed until now."

Qingwu is not a person who loves flowers, nor is he interested in flowers, so naturally he doesn't know these subdivisions.

The two things she dislikes the most are flowers, which are empty and useless, and the other is birds. There was a bird under her care that never returned.

But now, she looks at the freedom of birds and the beauty of flowers, she likes them all, especially the inkstone dust which is more beautiful than flowers.

Although his face was still sickly pale, it did not conceal his beauty at all.

The young man seemed to have noticed Qing Wu's gaze, and looked at her with trembling eyes, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Qing Wu said: "You are prettier than plum blossoms..." I really want to kiss you.

Afraid of offending him, Qingwu didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Yan Chenjin was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Sister Qing is more beautiful."

The mouth is very sweet, and I want to kiss it even more.

Qingwu could only divert his attention, and dragged the boy to the depths of the plum blossom forest.

She raised her hand to pick a plum blossom, but Yan Chenjin let go of her hand immediately.

Qingwu was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

The boy shook his head and said, "My palms are sweaty, I don't want to hold her anymore."

Qingwu raised his hand and looked at his left hand, it wasn't sweating!
But this is also good, saving her from picking flowers with her injured hand.

The snow-white plum blossoms lay in the palm of Qingwu's palm, she leaned closer and smelled them, and there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

Qingwu suddenly discovered something, and sniffed it close to Yan Chenjin.

She smiled and said, "Ajin, you also have a scent of plum blossoms on your body. I have been thinking about what the smell is on your body, but I just can't remember. I just found out today that it is the scent of plum blossoms, especially every time you drink it. Milk, the scent of plum blossoms mixed with milk makes it even more fragrant and sweet."

Yan Chenjin raised his arm and smelled it, but he didn't smell anything.

Their fox's sense of smell is relatively sensitive, and he can't even smell it, so he has some doubts about whether Qingwu's words are credible.

Qingwu also smelled himself, and said, "Jin, do I smell?"

The boy nodded, "Milk scent."

Qingwu smiled, "Then the two of us get together, wouldn't it be delicious and sweet without you drinking milk?"

With a smile on his face and eyes, Yan Chenjin hummed lightly.

Seeing his appearance, Qingwu couldn't help thinking, if only he was always so happy.

The two played in the plum grove until the sun went down.

In the palace room, the meals sent by the attendants have already been placed.

Yan Chenjin once told his mother that Qingwu likes to drink, so the beautiful scenery on such a good day is naturally indispensable.

But Mrs. Yu thought that Qingwu had an injury on his hand, so he specially asked someone to bring tonic wine, and left a note asking Qingwu to drink less.

Yan Chenjin looked at it, and also advised her, "You should drink less, only one drink."

Qing Wu shook his head, recalling the unbearable past.

The boy compromised: "Two cups, no more."

Qing Wu said: "No, I quit drinking, and I won't drink in the future."

Yan Chenjin was stunned, and asked her, "Why quit drinking?"

On Langya Mountain, Yan Chenjin has no cultivation base and can enter and exit the barrier, so every time he goes down the mountain, he has a very important task, to buy wine for Qing Wu.

Even though Xianmen ordered people to bring wine and food to Qingwu every day, Qingwu always complained that the wine was like watered down and difficult to drink, so he sent a message to Xianmen to send another money.

Yan Chenjin went down the mountain with the money, and only then did Qing Wu taste all kinds of wine at the foot of Langya Mountain.

It is not surprising that Yan Chenjin would be surprised if a person who has been drinking for hundreds of years suddenly says he wants to quit drinking.

Earlier, Qingwu planned to tell Yan Chenjin the truth, but today he just asked and there was no outsider to disturb him.

Qingwu took his hand and sat down, said: "I did one thing wrong, I want to tell you, but I'm afraid you will get angry, so, do you still want to hear it?"

Yan Chenjin's eyes dimmed, and before he started listening, his heart was already feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a long silence, he nodded.

Qingwu let go of his hand, afraid that he would get angry later and throw her away, making an ugly mess.

But as soon as she let go, the boy's palm came up, and he said in a low voice, "If it's the kind of thing that you will leave me after you say it, then there's no need to say it, and I don't want to hear it either."

Qingwu was helpless, "I did something wrong, and if I want to abandon it, it must be you who want to abandon me."

Yan Chenjin's hand clenched even tighter, "I don't think so."

He didn't even say a word about it, he was already like this, Qingwu was a little worried about whether he could bear it.

She took a deep breath and said: "After I went back to Huaguang Gate, I had a drink with Jiang Mingyun. I was so drunk that I didn't know why...and lay down with your brother. "

Qingwu carefully observed Yanchenjin's face, it was very gloomy, she quickly explained, "It's really just lying together, I swear, I didn't do anything."

The young man remained silent, his expression very ugly.

After a long time, Qingwu said with low confidence: "You just say something, I know I'm sorry for you and shouldn't do this kind of thing. I won't drink alcohol anymore, I won't drink a drop, and this will never happen again matter, can you forgive me?"

Yanchen was silent, but Qingwu's heart was in a mess like beating a drum.

He still didn't speak, and Qingwu began to regret whether he shouldn't have said these things to him.

"Ash?" She called him softly.

Yan Chenjin stared at her, as if holding back for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Why do you drink with Jiang Mingyun?"

Qingwu: "..."

Is this the point?

But she didn't dare to correct him. After all, she was wronged first, so she could only answer truthfully: "I also felt sorry for him, and I was a little guilty, so I had a few drinks with him."

The teenager stared at her suspiciously, as if he was not satisfied with this explanation.

Qingwu had no choice but to continue: "Do you still remember Jiang Qibai?"

(End of this chapter)