Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

Xia Wuxin unconsciously let go of Xia Zheng's clothes, but Xia Zheng suddenly let out a painful cry, holding his nose overturned, and adding wanton nosebleeds, it looked like he had been bullied.

When Xia Wuxin saw this, he didn't get out of anger. Although he was hitting hard, it was not at all like that. Xia Zheng just saw Xia Chunqiu and pretended to be sympathetic.

Sure enough, Xia Chunqiu had just smiled on her face, and immediately became ashen.

"What are you doing!" He sternly said, and with a wave of his arm, he dragged Xia Zheng from the ground.

"Father, it was Xia Wuxin's first hand!" Xia Zheng said with a bitter expression, spreading out the blood-stained palm for Xia Chunqiu.

"The wicked person first filed a complaint. It is obviously that he is full of nasty words and a bad reputation. If you don't believe it, you should ask Senior Sister!" Xia Wuxin stepped forward and retorted loudly.

"Enough!" Xia Chunqiu scolded, his eyebrows looked at Xia Wuxin, his eyes full of anger, "Fighting in private is a violation of the rules, no matter what he said, as long as he does it, he will deal with it according to the rules!"

Xia Wuxin glanced hard at Xia Zheng who was still groaning and stubbornly lowered his head: "Anyway, I hit it too. You can do it if you want to."

"Well, you wicked son..." Xia Chunqiu stepped forward, and just raised his arm, a soft cough sounded behind him, interrupting his movement.

"Dong Feng Shangxian." Song Yubai said softly, intending to stop.

Xia Wuxin closed her eyes, and suddenly heard Song Yubai speaking and looked at her in surprise.

"It's just a kid's play, don't have to go so far." Song Yubai said again. She raised her hand slightly and put the snow-white bunny on her shoulder.

"But..." Xia Chunqiu still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Song Yubai again.

"Didn't you just ask me to persuade me, then leave it to me."

No matter how angry Xia Chunqiu was, after hearing Song Yubai's words, he could only suppress his anger forcibly and sighed.

"Then, trouble Mr. Song." After he said, he glared at Xia Wuxin, then flicked his sleeves and left. Xia Zheng saw it and hurriedly followed up with his nose. Before leaving, he snorted towards Xia Wuxin.

Seeing the two figures go away, Xia Wuxin also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"So you know that you are afraid too?" Song Yubai turned his eyes to Xia Wuxin, and said without showing off.

"Who wouldn't be afraid of being beaten." Xia Wuxin thought to himself, but didn't dare to speak.

It's just that she doesn't know why Song Yubai, who has always been indifferent, will help herself today.

Song Yubai walked past Xia Wuxin's side with his hands, Zhu lips opened slightly, and said, "Come here."

Xia Wuxin had just escaped, and now he was naturally obedient, turned around in place, and followed desperately.

A gust of wind blew, and Song Yu's white robe was blown up and fluttered behind him. There was no one on the road, except for the rustling of leaves. The two of them re-traveled the road they had just walked. Su Xieyue was no longer there.

"Why fight?" Song Yubai suddenly said.

"He couldn't pursue Senior Sister Xieyue, so he slandered Senior Sister and me, which was extremely despicable." Xia Wuxin gritted his teeth and replied.

"He doesn't hesitate to say anything, so you hit someone?"

"I'm like this. If you are bullied, you must fight back. How can you bear it? It's not yourself who is angry. It's better to have a good meal." Xia Wuxin said lightly.

Song Yubai paused in his footsteps, and said softly: "Criminal theory."

"How can this be a perverted theory!" Xia Wuxin ran a few steps to Song Yubai's side, fighting **** the grounds, "Isn't it possible that Mr. has not been bullied?"

Song Yubai frowned slightly, as if he was thinking of something, but said nothing.

Xia Wuxin saw that she hadn’t answered, so she assumed she had acquiesced, so she continued: “No one is born to endure, and it’s not a bad thing that you will be reported to you. Whoever treats you badly, you will double back, and at least you will get a bad breath. If it’s out, even if it’s going to be beaten afterwards, at least it’s not Xiaosha."

Chic. Song Yubai lowered his eyes, looking at the toe of his shoe with some dirt.

In this life, she probably has nothing to do with this word.

For a moment, she even began to envy Xia Wuxin for being able to live so domineeringly.

Before they knew it, the two of them had already walked out of the woods and came to Song Yubai's residence. A variety of flowers were planted next to the bamboo house. The fragrance of the flowers was tangy, and the birds sang like a fairy house.

The last time I came was at night, so I never realized that Song Yubai's residence was so elegant, coupled with the occasional mist from the mountains, it had a bit of Yaochi Langyuan.

After walking a few steps among the flowers, Xia Wuxin suddenly stood still, not daring to go any further, and asked cautiously: "Sir, you won't punish me too?"

Song Yubai looked at her with a pair of autumn water eyes, and said lightly: "If I don't punish me, I will tell you to come and enjoy the flowers?"

Xia Wuxin turned around and ran.

"If you are punished by me or Dongfeng Shangxian, you decide for yourself. Anyway, I didn't intend to help you. I just promised the Shangxian thing and had to do it." Song Yubai didn't catch up, just said slowly. .

Sure enough, when Xia Wuxin heard this, he ran halfway around and ran back, swaying his elbow, and grinning forcibly: "That is naturally to be punished by the gentleman. The gentleman is kind, so he must not want to beat me. "

She was right, Song Yubai didn't beat her.

In the study room, a piece of agarwood was burning in the corner, and the faint scent rose into the air, then gently curled away.

Xia Wuxin was holding a brush with ink in her hand, and was pursing her lips.

A few drops of ink stuck to her chin, and Xia Wuxin rubbed her chin flush with a bitter face, and her eyes were red from staring at the words for a long time, and she looked terribly wronged.

There is a stack of rice paper on the side, and an unfolded "Hua Yan Jing".

While copying, she scolded Song Yubai thousands of times in her heart. If she knew she was going to copy these things that she couldn't understand, it would be better to beat her up.

"In the ranks of the treasure trees, the branches and leaves are luxuriant..." Xia Wuxin muttered and yawned.

Xia Wuxin felt very familiar with a fragrance that was different from sandalwood, and he didn't know where to smell it. It was like a floral but not a floral fragrance, which reminded people of clouds and mist, and the radiant glow.

Looking up, it was Song Yubai who had walked in. She had changed into a light normal dress. She was still a plain white, but it was a little more elegant than usual, and she dragged behind her as she moved lightly.

"How is it written?" Song Yubai said, and then sat on the wicker chair aside, leaning on his slender body.

"Only the second time." Xia Wuxin curled his lips, resisting sleepiness, and continued to straighten up.

"Mr. Song..." She suddenly dropped the pen, looked at Song Yubai faintly, and prolonged her voice, "You better hit me."

"Don't fight." Song Yubai said blankly while reading the book.

Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be pitiful, Xia Wuxin began to sneer, leaning back and staying motionless.

"If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to eat."

Xia Wuxin suddenly sat up, picked up the brush again, and began to write swiftly with a grudge on her face.

This guy, Song Yu shook his head slightly with reproach.

But Xia Wuxin was really not a peaceful master. As soon as she wrote a piece of paper, she felt boring again, and she began to think of ways to talk to Song Yubai.

"Sir, what do you want to do?" Xia Wuxin asked, holding the pole of a brush pen and pointing to the writing in front of him.

Song Yubai put down the book, got up and walked to her side, bent over to look carefully, but was shocked by her words like a dog crawling for a while, and Zhu's lips opened several times before speaking.

"Which paragraph did you copy?"

She really couldn't see what Xia Wuxin wrote.

"This paragraph." Xia Wuxin pointed out to her.

Reluctantly, Song Yubai reached out his hand and took the brush from her palm, found another piece of clean rice paper, and gently wrote the sentence again, while he was writing and while he was reading quietly.

The distance between the two of them unconsciously narrowed, as long as Xia Wuxin raised his head, he could touch Song Yubai's chin.

Xia Wuxin didn't shy away from it. He even craned his neck and looked up. Song Yubai's face was indeed extremely delicate, and his jaw was as gentle and smooth as a jade sculpture.

Especially the fragrance on her body, it smells very good.

Song Yubai suddenly noticed the distance between the two, and her writing hand suddenly stopped, and then suddenly put down the pen, straightened her waist, and stepped back aside.

"Okay." She pretended to be calm.

Strangely speaking, although she hated contact with people for a long time, the feeling of rejection in the face of this little **** didn't seem to be that serious anymore.

Xia Wuxin seemed to be unaware of anything. She sighed sadly, and continued to lie on the table, writing with her arm pillowed.

Time slowly passed, and only the sound of copying books was left in the room, and there were rabbits playing around.

The summer wind blows in from the window, the freshness of the flowers and plants, and it is also a bit sultry.

The sky was getting dark and the book in his hand was finished reading. Song Yubai stretched his arms gently, put down the scroll, and when he turned to look, he was surprised to find that Xia Wuxin had fallen asleep for some time.

She was lying on the table, breathing evenly, sleeping very deep, her sleeping face looked very delicate, not quite like a teenager. The eyelashes trembled, as if dreaming of something.

Song Yubai was so helpless by her to toss her up. He wanted to wake her up, but he couldn't bear it, so he had to walk over, pick up the brush that had fainted a large swath of ink, and put it back on the inkstone.

"Russ can't be taught." She muttered to herself, taking away the "Hua Yan Jing" on the table, turning around to leave, but she was suddenly grabbed by someone, staggering, and almost falling down.

She subconsciously wanted to pull away, who knew that Xia Wuxin was very strong, holding her wrist tightly, and couldn't get rid of it.

"Xia Wuxin!" Song Yubai was annoyed and wanted to wake her up, but Xia Wuxin seemed to have dreamed of something sad.

She suddenly let out a small sob, and pulled Song Yubai's wrist into her arms.

This bastard, why did he love holding people as soon as he fell asleep, Song Yubai flushed his neck with annoyance, sweating in a hurry, but still couldn't get rid of it.

"Yuheng..." Xia Wuxin murmured suddenly.

After Song Yubai heard what she was talking about, he suddenly froze in place as if being splashed with cold water, trembling all over.

She hadn't heard this name for a hundred years.

"What did you say?"

"Yuheng." Xia Wuxin repeated it again in her dream, a transparent tear drop falling down the corner of her eye suddenly.

Song Yubai was stunned for an unknown period of time, and suddenly pulled his hand out with force, and his bright white skin was already flushed.

Xia Wuxin also woke up suddenly, opened her eyes in a daze, and for a while did not distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.

"Azui, see off the guests." Song Yubai hid his trembling hands behind him, and said sharply.