Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 414 Daily Life with Master's Wife in Dreams
Amid the lingering sound of the wind chimes under the eaves, You Su's Adam's apple rolled and the bitter medicine slid into his lungs.

Can't sleep for a long time?

A gloomy look appeared between You Su's brows. It was definitely not his intention to get stuck in this situation.

Although he is not on the verge of death in the outside world, he is exhausted and can hardly contend with the unfathomable underwater world. Moreover, there is a silly girl who needs his protection. How can he linger in this gentle land?

"Thank you, Master's wife...but I was just a little tired, so I slept a little."

"No. Your body has long recovered, but your mind is still weak. I think it's the sequelae of the dream-eating ghost. This medicine is a good medicine for recuperating the mind, and is mostly used for people with low spirits. Forcing you to stay awake is to make you accustomed to being awake. When you feel tired and sleepy again, it means that your mind has returned to normal and you can sleep peacefully again."

He Shutong spoke slowly, his fingertips still resting lightly on his wrist, the breath of cold spring water seeping into his muscles, suppressing his struggling pulse. It seemed like he was concerned about his health, but it seemed more like he was confirming the effect of the medicine.

You Su's eyes slightly widened when he heard this, and he thought to himself, where can there be such a pill?
Even though he was not an alchemist, he knew that the consciousness was extremely fragile. This kind of pathology that went against the grain could not be used to treat the consciousness, because if the consciousness went wrong, the person would basically be a cripple. If there was no other way out, who would take such a big risk to save the person they cherished?

It was obvious that the master's wife did not need to use such a desperate method on him, but how could the master's wife tell such a clumsy lie?

You Su understood in an instant that the man that Master's wife wanted to feed medicine to was not the man who had studied in Xuan Xiao Sect for more than half a year, but the young swordsman who had never seen the world in a dilapidated sect in a remote city. This lie could not fool him, but it could fool the young boy at that time.

You Su was shocked. He realized that his master's wife actually had such a sinister side. She even tricked him into drinking medicine just to keep him by her side...

When he looked up again, his master's wife was also looking at him with full tenderness, her smile was so gentle and lovely that it moved his heart.

You Su felt nervous when he was looked at. He blinked in confusion and tried to bring his consciousness back to reality during the gap between closing his eyes. However, he found that he was really clear-headed and the dizzy feeling of falling from the shuttle of consciousness never came.

Oh no... the master's wife is really anxious...

"Are you still sleepy?" Seeing You Su blinking frequently, He Shutong spoke with concern.

You Su hid the embarrassment very well. He rubbed his eyes and said, "No, my eyes are still a little sore."

"Are your eyes sore?" He Shutong focused his gaze on You Su's clear eyes.

"No, nothing." You Su deliberately turned his head away, looking shy.

He Shutong became even more curious when he saw this, and moved his head closer, as if he wanted to see more clearly.

But seeing the boy's wet eyes, her heart felt like it was stabbed by a needle and she stammered, "Are you... sad?"

“No, I am in joy.” You Su turned his body half way to the side, like a proud and spoiled boy who didn’t want to be discovered crying by his parents.

You Su was not really crying, he was also the master of this place, and squeezing out a tear that could not fall was a matter of thought. In order to distract his master's wife from worrying about why he had been sleeping for so long, he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

It's just that the tears are fake, but the feeling of being trapped in the current situation and having no tears to cry is real.

But what he didn't expect was that the next moment something warm and soft pressed against his back, and the fragrance blew from the back of his neck to his cheek.

He Shutong gently hugged the boy from behind, sighing as softly as the ice cubes melting and falling from the eaves in winter:

"Silly boy……"

She seemed to be telling the boy with her actions that he didn't need to feel secretly happy as if he was blessed by God because of her gentleness. She was supposed to be like this and would always be like this in the future.

You Su's body also stiffened slightly. He had not expected such a big reaction from his master's wife.

In the past, he had either guided or actively embraced her in order to get closer to his master's wife. However, the first time her initiative did not make him feel happy, but instead he felt a great weight, the weight of her friendship. He had never realized so deeply how important he was to her.

A great sense of guilt filled his chest, and he began to think about the reason why he entered his master's wife's dream - not because of his longing for her, but because of his curiosity about why she entered his master's wife's dream.

He wanted to know the reason so that he could understand his master's wife better and fulfill the transgressive thought that he couldn't suppress since he knew that this was a fake master's wife.

But he did not take responsibility for his curiosity, and because of his "Prince for a Civet Cat", Master's Wife was unable to complete her purpose of fabricating the dream. She must have been extremely anxious, so she resorted to such a desperate measure and tried to keep him, so how could he blame her at all?

These days, he was in danger and didn't even dare to close his eyes. He was exhausted from being constantly tense, so he could just take a deep sleep as a rest. Anyway, he could still cuddle with his master's wife here, which at least meant that he was not dead yet. The only person he needed to worry about was Bai Ze. However, this stupid cat was able to survive until today under the deception of the Venerable Qianlong, so we should not underestimate her ability to save her life.

Thinking of this, You Su sighed secretly, and his troubled thoughts gradually became clear.

Since there is no way to get out of this situation, instead of hesitating, you might as well fulfill your responsibilities.

He Shutong didn't know that during this short moment of cuddling, You Su's inner world was undergoing such complex changes. When she realized that she had unconsciously hugged the boy, she hurriedly withdrew her body slowly, and a touch of peach pink appeared on her fairy face as pure as snow lotus, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the snow-white skirt.

He Shutong was wondering how to explain her behavior that was not in keeping with her status, but You Su spoke first, dispelling her self-righteous embarrassment.

"Master's wife... I'm so hungry."

He Shutong raised his eyebrows slightly and replied calmly, "You have slept for many days, it would be abnormal if you are not hungry. What do you want to eat?"

You Su smiled and said, "Just eat egg noodles."

He Shutong felt a pang of pain in his heart again, lamenting that this child was really used to poverty and was so stupid as to ask only for a bowl of egg noodles from a Master Dongxu.

"You went up the mountain to chop wood and accidentally dropped your axe into the river. You met me and asked me to pick it up for you, but I fished out three axes. One was a golden axe, one was a silver axe, and one was an iron axe. I ask you, which one did you drop into the river?"

You Su said without hesitation, "I dropped the iron axe."

He Shutong shook his head and sighed, tapping You Su's forehead with his knuckles as a sign of instruction:
"You dropped the golden axe. Do you know why?"

Yousu shook his head.

"Because you met me, and I am your master's wife, I will give you the best."

You Su's pupils dilated slightly, and ripples appeared in his heart.

"Master's Wife, I..."

"Okay, from now on remember that you are not a child who is cared for by no one, and even if you eat the most delicious food every day, it would not be too much for you. But you have just recovered from a serious injury, so a bowl of egg noodles is a good choice." After saying this, He Shutong stood up.

"No...I was thinking that I should do it myself."

He Shutong raised her eyebrows slightly and held down You Su who was about to get up, "Are you worried that I can't cook?"

"No, I think that Master's Wife is a Mysterious Heavenly Sword Immortal, so how can she touch such turbid water with her hands?"

"I am not so pampered that I cannot even cook a bowl of noodles for my own disciple. It will be fine soon. Just lie down and rest."

He Shutong gave the order sternly, and You Su quickly lay down obediently.

Only when the fairy walked out of the house did her cold expression disappear and a look of relief appeared on the corners of her lips.

She had never touched women's bodies since she was a child. If she were in the real world, how could she dare to offer to do it for You Su? But fortunately, this was a dream, and she could change the egg noodles as she wished.

When He Shutong thought about how You Su would be shocked and impressed by the delicious food she would cook, she was overjoyed and felt full of energy.

However, when she walked into the kitchen, she realized a serious problem - she had never eaten egg noodles.

She had been pampered since she was a child, so how could she eat such simple food in the He Mansion? When she grew up, she sealed her heart and locked her love, and she had no desire to eat, and basically filled her stomach with fasting pills.

But it doesn’t matter, she can keep changing it until she makes a bowl of egg noodles that satisfies her.

……

He Shutong nervously brought the noodles to You Su. The green porcelain bowl was filled with white noodles, and the steam blurred her cold eyes. She lowered her eyes and stared at the bowl of noodles, her fingers nervously clasped together - this was the fifteenth time she had made egg noodles. She was so striving for perfection that even the chopped green onions on the noodles were as neat as snow flakes.

"It smells so good!"

You Su praised enthusiastically and seemed eager to do so.

In fact, what He Shutong said would be ready soon actually took more than half an hour. He Shutong handed the noodles to You Su nervously, thinking that You Su was not so enthusiastic because he was looking forward to her noodles, but was probably just really hungry.

You Su immediately picked up a golden fried egg and put it into his mouth. His eyebrows and eyes relaxed immediately and he said in amazement:
"Master's cooking skills are so good!"

The tip of He Shutong's ear was slightly red. She reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her wide sleeves brushed across the table, bringing with them a whiff of cold cedar fragrance. "It's just some simple food."

The young man's hand holding the chopsticks paused suddenly, and the noodle soup reflected the fragmented light in his eyes.

"Master's wife...why can I only eat eggs and not noodles?"

You Su's cheeks were stuffed bulging with food. He had already prepared himself mentally. Even if the food cooked by his master's wife was unpalatable, he would wolf it down and would never disappoint her.

"The noodles are at the bottom. Since you are in need of nourishment, I put a few more eggs in there."

"How many are those?"

"About... seven or eight."

For the first time, You Su felt that a bowl of egg noodles could be so luxurious. He made up his mind to swallow all the heavy love from his master's wife even if he choked.

As the first mouthful of soup with the aroma of wheat slid into his throat, his eyelashes trembled, as if he was swallowing a sky full of stars. Of course, this noodle was not very delicious, but You Su's hard work was indeed impeccable, and it really made He Shutong, who had put in so much effort, feel very gratified.

He Shutong looked at his bulging cheeks and suddenly remembered the young animals he had seen on the snowfield a hundred years ago. They were also so defenseless and contented when they held the minced meat fed by hunters.

"Eat slowly." She couldn't suppress the curve at the corners of her lips, "There's still some in the pot..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy suddenly put down his bamboo chopsticks, and the last drop of soup in the soup bowl slowly slid down the porcelain wall.

"Master's Wife, is Junior Sister awake?" You Su stared at the empty bowl, the sound of his Adam's apple rolling was particularly clear in the silence, "She hasn't eaten yet, right?"

He Shutong's fingertips pinched into her palms under her wide sleeves. The sound of the drizzle hitting the banana leaves outside the window suddenly became louder. She saw the shadow of the boy on the window paper swaying, and she felt an inexplicable taste of dislike in her heart. She didn't know why, but she blurted out subconsciously:
"When you were asleep, the Japanese snake tribe came. Your sister's tribe noticed her awakened bloodline and came to take her home. I only then realized that she was a snake demon who ran away from home. I wanted to keep her, but she came back to the tribe to be baptized with ancestral blood, which is a necessary process for the snake tribe to awaken their bloodline. So I had no reason to keep her and had to let her go."

"Junior sister is a snake demon?!" You Su pretended to be surprised, his eyes dazed, as if he was shocked to know it for the first time.

But what really shocked You Su was not the departure of his junior sister or her identity as a snake demon, but the fact that in reality, it was still a long time before his junior sister was taken away by the tribesmen, but in the dream led by his master's wife, it happened before today.

This is clearly... that Master's Wife deliberately deleted Junior Sister from the Mandarin Duck Sword Sect...

"That's right." He Shutong replied calmly. The ice-cracked celadon teacup turned a circle in her palm, but the tea didn't move at all. She seemed to think that this was not perfect, and continued to add, "She was reluctant to say goodbye to you before she left, and she was very nostalgic for you. But when it comes to cultivation, you can't be limited by love. She is a reasonable person, and I hope you can understand. She asked me to tell you to practice well, and don't wait until you meet again to let her catch up."

This is indeed something a junior sister would say...

You Su secretly sighed that such a noble master's wife had no shame in telling lies. In his heart, he was secretly delighted by her special possessiveness, but on the surface, he still pretended to be sad and distressed.

His knuckles were clasped on the edge of the table, and the whitened joints seemed to pierce his skin. He Shutong looked at his drooping neck, where there was an unhealed sword wound winding deep into the collar, like a wound torn open by someone. She suddenly stood up, her moon-white sleeves swept across the boy's tense back, and when she wrapped her arms around him, it was like folding a pair of broken crane wings.

"Even though humans and demons have different paths, as long as we have a will, we can reach the same destination." She rested her chin on the top of his head. "This road is difficult, but Master's Wife will always be by your side."

When You Su's trembling could be heard through his thin spring clothes, He Shutong was shocked to realize how clumsy his thoughts were. He actually used the boy's feelings for his junior sister to highlight the weight of his own dependence on him...

The young man in her arms buried his face deeper into her collar and said in a muffled voice: "My disciple only has my master's wife left now..."

As the cries of grief gradually faded, He Shutong's previous sense of self-blame suddenly disappeared.

Although it's a clumsy trick, it's effective. After all, it's a dream that no one knows about, so just remember that you owe Ling a favor...

The sound of rain under the eaves gradually subsided, and the twilight lengthened the shadows of the two people hugging each other, casting them on the screen painted with ink bamboo, as if they were a pair of cranes embracing each other.

For the next three days, Tingyu Pavilion was always filled with the fragrance of tea from morning to night.

He Shutong knocked the black piece on the sandalwood chessboard, looking at the young man opposite him who was deep in thought, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised slightly.

You Su's chess moves were very much like the way he swung his sword, charging forward recklessly but concealing secrets. Every time she thought she had won, he would strike back and sweep away the enemy.

"Master's wife is letting me down again." You Su held the white piece in his hand and hesitated to put it down. The moonlight leaking through the window frame flowed between his eyelashes. "This game can clearly be won by a double three."

He Shutong swept the messy chessboard with a flick of his sleeves, and the white jade chess pieces fell into the rattan chess basket with a ding-dong. "Playing chess is not about winning or losing, but about killing time."

She raised her hand to pour tea, and the Biluochun tea in the glass cup spread out like new leaves in early spring. "Speaking of which, where did you learn this game of Gobang?"

"My junior sister taught me." You Su was also used to using his junior sister as a shield.

He Shutong was immersed in the satisfaction he got from giving way to You Su, and did not ask any further questions. Little did he know that it was not him who was giving way, but You Su.

During these days they made tea, played chess, chatted, practiced swordplay, and even watched the moon all night long. Neither of them left the Mandarin Duck Sword Sect.

This situation did not change until one day when Yousu suggested going into the city for a walk.

He Shutong wanted to refuse, but softened his attitude when You Su pleaded that he had never been on the street with his master's wife.

It's not that she didn't want to, but she was worried that the residents she had never met would betray her. But she didn't know that You Sutong was the owner of this dream, so how could he let this dream change.

You Su stood at the entrance of the blue brick street holding a rabbit lantern. The way he looked up reminded He Shutong of the first melted snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain.

The city was brightly lit and quite lively; it turned out that people were celebrating the defeat of the evil spirit.

"Master's wife, do you know how ordinary people celebrate?" His fingertips brushed over the revolving lanterns hung by the vendors, and the warm yellow light and shadows flowed in his eyes. "They have to guess lantern riddles, eat Fu Yuanzi, and also..."

"I also want to buy a silk flower for my sweetheart." The flower seller handed over a lotus with two stems, the petals wrapped with silver threads and stained with morning dew. "My young man, with his good looks and character, deserves this lotus with two stems."

You Su's ears were covered with red, "How can a man wear flowers?"

But he saw He Shutong leaning over and picking up a branch of white magnolia, "This one is very good."

The next moment, she put it on the boy herself.

At the end of the long street, an acquaintance suddenly exclaimed, "Brother You! Is this your wife?"

The young man smiled and waved his hands, but did not explain that this was his master's wife. He Shutong was even more speechless, not knowing how to explain to this strange mortal.

In fact, the age difference between the two people can be seen from their appearance. No one would be so abrupt. Everything was just arranged by You Su after he changed his mind.

People were moving about on the street, and You Su tentatively held his master's wife's cold hand, as if he was worried about getting lost because he was blind.

He Shutong froze a little, but she let him lead her through the crowds of people, and even took the initiative to hold her hand tightly. After all, it was just holding hands, she was already used to it.

Thousands of red lights drifted away with the wind, as if the Milky Way was tilting backwards. She suddenly hoped that this fantasy would never end, so that the sword fairy with frost and snow on his shoulders could always be a mortal in the fireworks.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, You Su leaned on her shoulder and fell asleep.

The effect of Anshensan finally wore off.

(End of this chapter)