Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 138 Drinking under the Moon 8
Xuan Qing looked helplessly at Liu Wuqing who was stalking him like an octopus, and frowned, how much did this kid drink to become so drunk, and so did his junior, why would he drink with a child when he had nothing to do? Qing turned sideways and lifted Liu Wuqing from his neck like a kitten.

Seeing himself being lifted from his body by Xuan Qing with one hand, Liu Wuqing struggled desperately for a long time, but seeing that the effect was not great, she simply gave up, and silently looked at Xuan Qing for a long time, why did he still look like this in the dream? So cold, she seemed to be going to warm him, she wanted to reach out and touch his fingertips, even if it could convey a little warmth, she would be willing, just looking at that astonishing face, she will stretch out her hand Hanging down weakly, he asked sadly: "Master, do you not like me being your disciple?"

The hairpin on his head was a little loose, and he said, "No, why do you think so?"

She stared at Xuan Qing's face for a while, then looked away dejectedly, thought for a long time, and said: "They all said that I am not worthy to be your disciple," suddenly helpless like a wounded little beast, Pressing Xuan Qing's right hand that was helping her to fiddle with her hair, said: "And Master, you are always cold to me!"

Xuan Qing sighed and said, "No, I didn't hate you! If I hated you, why did I accept you as a disciple?"

Liu Wuqing put her head aside and thought about it for a long time, then nodded obediently: "Whether Master likes me or not, I will always be with Master and make you happy, Master." She slowly let go of the hand holding Xuan Qing. With one hand, she lowered her eyelids, some steam appeared in her eyes, and said: "Even if only the master in the dream recognizes me as your disciple, I still feel very satisfied and happy!" After saying this, she straightened her body , looked at Xuan Qing vigorously, as if she wanted to recognize something from his expression, but her head was too heavy, she fell to the side in a daze, and was falling into Xuan Qing's arms.

Xuan Qing was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to wipe the crystal clear teardrop that remained in the corner of her eye. He, who has been the head of the Cuiping School for a hundred years, has long been accustomed to a deserted and ordinary life. There has never been good or bad in the past, he will not be sad or angry.

Xuan Qing lowered his head and looked at the little person in his arms, the faint candlelight softly shone on her face, it was only the second time he saw her drunk, compared to the first time when he saw her drunk at the Millennium River The latter looks more well-behaved.

He picked her up in the air, and was about to put her on the bed again, but he saw the person in his arms unconsciously buried his head deeper into his arms, but her fingers were tightly grabbing the corner of his clothes, her pink face full of spring. There were still tears on his face.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into Liu Wuqing's eyes from the hollow carved window sockets, she yawned lazily with satisfaction, and sat up staggeringly with her body propped up, rubbing it a little dazedly. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the stagnant old tortoise in her head disappeared without knowing when, and now she can think unimpededly, and she reconstructed the sporadic memory fragments left over from last night Putting it together, roughly figured it out, she, Liu Wuqing and Master Xuan Bingyun were drunk in the back mountain, and after losing their alcohol, they fell drunk under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. After thinking about it hard, she vaguely remembered that there seemed to be an indomitable beast in her dream. The white porcelain cup with a firm will, what else is there, she vaguely remembers that there is still a confession, that white seems to have life, seeping into her eyes and heart little by little...

(End of this chapter)