Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 269 Chenyue Pavilion

"This child is real." Yao Lao glanced at Di Jiuchen and said, "How old are you, you are still shy."

Di Jiuchen's eyes twitched, and an angry plus sign appeared on his forehead: "Who is shy?"

"You!" Yao Lao stretched out his chopsticks and pointed at Di Jiuchen's nose.

A certain senior snorted coldly, his ears slightly warm: "Joke."

Yao Lao's eyes flashed a stern look, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and said, "Well, if you don't want to say it, the old man will come and propose one, and this house should be called Chenyue Pavilion."

"Crack" with a crisp sound.

The jade cup in Di Jiuchen's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The expression on his face froze, his body stiffened, and his right hand was still holding the jade cup.

A certain senior →_→

He was calm on the surface, but he was already roaring inwardly: Dead old man, how did you know?bastard!No one should know about it!
Yao Lao fixedly stared at his beloved disciple, the curvature of the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper, and he raised his eyebrows at Xiao Jiu because of the disrespectful old man: "Boy, the handwriting you hid under the pillow is for the teacher's help this morning. You saw it when you cleaned up the house.

A senior brother: "!!!"

Damn, this damn old man peeked at his privacy!

Master and apprentice, you glared at me, I glared at you, you smirked at me, I glared at you, sparks of electric light, zizily flickering.

Just when the eyes were fiercely exchanged and in full swing, a fluttering voice came in.

"Chenyue Pavilion, I think it's pretty good."

Emperor Jiuchen seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his neck was like a puppet made by Li Sheng. He turned around stiffly, with a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes looking towards Jiang Louyue with a faint expectation: "You... feel good?"

Did he hallucinate?

Doesn't she really like being too intimate with him?

He still clearly remembers that time, when he escaped from the Seventh Path Window Forest, and when he saw her, he couldn't hold back the longing in his heart, he hugged her out of control, and she avoided it like a ghost. .

"Yeah, it's good."

Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes were glittering, and there was a slight smile on her lips.

Di Jiuchen was stunned, his thin lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be choked.

Did she really agree?

She actually agreed! !
What kept pouring out of his heart was like a small bubble of happiness.

"You don't think...a little..."

His voice was a little hoarse, cautious, as if he was trying.

"What's the matter? It's good." Jiang Louyue took it for granted, with a small smile still hanging on her lips, and said, "This house was originally earned by the two of us. It's still Liuxianfang's industry, and we all worked hard together. The name of the new house is Chenyue Pavilion, there is no problem."

Di Jiuchen's heart cheered.

However, even though he was going crazy with joy, he still stuck to his cool poker face and refused to show it.

"Oh, if you think it's good, then use it."

A certain senior brother's eyes were erratic, and he coughed lightly, "As expected of the master, the name is very good."

Yao Lao's eyes twitched, and a row of black lines ran across his forehead.

This stinky boy, admit that he will die, all the blame is thrown on him, this old man, he is a lot of age, is it easy for him.

Emperor Jiuchen gave Yao Lao a warning look——

Master, if you dare to betray me, I will never end with you!

Yao Lao almost choked to death with a sip of wine.

Obviously, Jiang Louyue, Yinxi and Lanzhuo had not discovered the communication between the master and the apprentice.

"Chenyue Pavilion, sounds poetic, very good." Yinxi nodded in approval.

"Chenyue Pavilion, it sounds very nice, I like it too." Even Lan Xie's eyes lit up suddenly.

Jiang Louyue secretly pinched a sweat.

One of her plain hands was hidden in a sleeve, pinching her waist secretly.

Only when she was extremely nervous would she make such small movements. Only by twisting her own flesh and wiping the pain could she keep herself awake and calm.

God knows how nervous she was when she spoke just now, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

【Chenyue Pavilion】【Chenyue Pavilion】

She recited the name silently in her heart, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her palms.

The name sounds so warm...

It sounds like... he and she are a couple, and this is their home...

She didn't know how she could have such a fatal thought, but she just couldn't control the unrestrained thoughts in her mind.

When she heard him nodding and saying yes, her heart was inexplicably happy.

She must be out of her mind!
Absolutely! !

"Now that it's decided, let's write it now."

Yao Lao stood up and walked towards the gate of the mansion, saying as he walked, "Xiao Jiu, come here too and help take it down."

"Ah."

Di Jiuchen's brows and eyes drooped slightly, and he turned around quickly, making it impossible to see the deep emotions in his eyes.

Soon, two men, one old and one young, took off the empty plaque on the gate of the mansion, carried it into the yard, and placed it on a stone table.

"Lou Yue, come and write."

Yao Lao turned his head and called Jiang Louyue again.

The old man kept a smile on his face, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. He is an old man, and he is a lot of age, but he has become a month old for two children. It is really ashamed.

"it is good."

Jiang Louyue Luoluo walked over generously, and when he stood up, he quietly wiped the sweat on his palms.

The plaque is three meters long and two meters wide. If you use soul power to write it, it is really a work of strength.

"Do you need materials?" Di Jiuchen asked with concern.

He is used to being her assistant, she draws the inscription, and he uses the black polar fire to help her burn the material.

Jiang Louyue smiled and shook her head: "This time, no need."

She didn't want to use any materials, but simply wanted to use her soul power to engrave the names of the two of them seriously.

Jiang Louyue stretched out her right hand, opened her palm, and a golden pillar of spirit power the size of a wrist poured out.

Di Jiuchen was extremely surprised: "Not a finger?"

In his memory, even when drawing the most powerful and difficult inscriptions, she used her fingers to release golden soul power with the thickness of her fingers to outline the runes and describe the lines.

"The fingers are too thin and it's uncomfortable to write, so that's fine."

When Jiang Louyue spoke, she took a breath and tried her best to focus on the plaque.

(End of this chapter)