My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

He couldn't help but think of the scene when Yue Yingying drank three glasses of light wine and immediately passed out on the table when he was in Daughter's Village.

Yue Yingying glared at him, her tone filled with the majesty of a teacher.

"Let go! I want you to take care of me!"

Ling Xiaodong pouted, but finally let go of his hand.

"I'm not going behind your back."

"Cut, I can't pour a thousand cups for my teacher, so you still have to carry it?"

Yue Yingying gave Ling Xiaodong a disdainful look, filled the wine cup to the brim, and in order to show her drinking capacity, raised her slender neck and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Then he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at his apprentice provocatively.

"How is it? Is it a good drinker as a teacher... woo~"

I don't know how strong the wine is, blood rose from her neck, and soon spread all over her white dimples, her cold long eyes blurred instantly, her cherry lips opened and closed, she didn't know what she was talking about vaguely .

Those who didn't know thought that the silver jug ​​contained some kind of wine instead of fine wine.

"So Miss Yue is so useless?"

Li Pengjiao snatched the flagon from her hand, opened the bottle and took a few sniffs.

"Immortal drunk, tsk tsk tsk, it's a big deal."

"Who is useless! I can still drink!"

Yue Yingying, who was already drunk and dizzy, revealed her competitive nature like a little girl. She snatched back the jug, filled the wine cup again, and drank it in one gulp.

The delicate dimples that were originally pink became even more pink, and the Guanghan Fairy, who did not like the fireworks of the world, seemed to have fallen into the mortal world.

The drunken master lost a bit of his fairy air, but gained a bit of popularity, as if he could get it at his fingertips.

Ling Xiaodong's heartbeat speeded up slightly.

"Again! Cheers!"

She held up the flagon in her hand and extended an invitation to everyone at the table.

But Ye Yiyun never drank, and Xiaoyan was strictly prohibited because of her young age, otherwise, seeing how eager she was to try, she would really have to taste two glasses.

Li Pengjiao is the only one who can drink with her at the table.

And according to Li Pengjiao's personality, she was naturally not afraid of big troubles when she watched the excitement, she didn't drink much herself, but tricked Yue Yingying into drinking one cup after another.

After drinking, Yue Yingying even started to talk nonsense in a state of confusion. The wine was really not that good.

Ling Xiaodong looked at Yue Yingying's wobbly and cute appearance with amused expression, but he didn't stop her.

Anyway, it wasn't me who made a fool of myself.

"What are you laughing at!"

Sensing Ling Xiaodong's gaze, Yue Yingying pursed her pink lips in dissatisfaction and punched Ling Xiaodong lightly on the chest.

"You traitor!"

"Why did I become a traitor again?"

Ling Xiaodong became playful, held back the smile in his heart, teased Master Jiaojiao, who was rarely seen only after drunk, and looked forward to seeing her make a fool of herself.

"Humph!"

Yue Yingying hummed softly, turned her head and said intermittently towards everyone present:

"Let me tell you... don't look at this kid... he looks like a dog on weekdays, but he is actually... a little... secretly sniffing my bellyband..."

"Oh, master, you are drunk! Don't drink! Look, you are starting to talk nonsense!"

Ling Xiaodong's smile instantly froze on his face, and he quickly held his master's delicate body in his arms and covered her mouth with one hand.

?? Wait, why are things different from what I thought?

Both Ye Yiyun and Xiaoyan's eyes widened, and they looked at Ling Xiaodong who was covered in cold sweat in disbelief. Looking at his appearance, Yue Yingying must be telling the truth.

"Hahahaha, I...laughed to death...hahahaha"

Li Peng bent over with a smile, leaned his head on the table, and slapped the table loudly while laughing wildly.

"Brother Xiaodong, that..."

Xiaoyan looked at Ling Xiaodong timidly with a red face, and shyly said:

"If you like... I can send you to smell..."

1 Chapter [-] Ye Yiyun’s Encouragement

As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, Ye Yiyun raised her hand and patted Xiao Yan's head lightly.

She said helplessly:

"What are you thinking about in your little head every day!"

"Daughter's personal clothes, can they be given away casually?"

Xiao Yan groaned, and looked back at her master miserably, she raised her small mouth and muttered:

"I'm not giving it to someone else! I'm giving it to brother Xiaodong..."

Ye Yiyun rolled her eyes, and scolded delicately:

"Not even Ling Xiaodong! You don't know him..."

Ye Yiyun stopped abruptly in the middle of her words, and her face turned red suddenly.

I don't know how to tell Ling Xiaodong's hooligan behavior to his apprentice who is as pure as a white flower without making Xiaoyan suspicious.

Originally, Xiao Yan was frightened by her fierce eyes and tone, holding her head and shrinking her neck, but she couldn't tell why when she saw the master faltering for a long time.

She asked weakly and curiously:

"What happened to brother Xiaodong?"

"He... he... well, it's not going to work anyway! What a shame!"

Ye Yiyun was so choked that she couldn't speak, her eyes wandered from side to side, and finally she had to give Ling Xiaodong a vicious look who was afraid of being innocent next to her.

Ling Xiaodong held Yue Yingying's mouth and smiled helplessly.

"Why is Aunt Yun looking at me like that? I really don't like bellybands!"

This is true.

When Ling Xiaodong gave Ye Yiyun an injection, he felt that the thin cloth on his chest was in the way, so he usually untied it and threw it aside, leaving at most a pair of silk white socks all over his body.

Who wants to play with cloth when there is a ball to play with?

Yue Yingying struggled slightly when Ling Xiaodong hugged her and covered her mouth at first, but after a while she lay peacefully in his arms, and fell into a dazed sleep.

In order to prevent her from falling limply to the ground, Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to put his arms around the master's waist, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to eat.

Although there was also a spell to soothe the hangover, Ling Xiaodong didn't use it.

After all, it is not common to have the opportunity to hug the delicate and fragrant body of the master like this.

Ye Yiyun and Xiaoyan didn't think too much about their master and apprentice acting so intimately. After all, how rebellious and disregarding human relations would they have such ambivalent thoughts about their master?

It is estimated that only animals have such thoughts.

The guests present mingled with each other, and after three rounds of drinking, the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly started to sound in the room.

The pipa and the zither sing together, sometimes as broad as a majestic mountain, sometimes as agile as a stream and flowing water. At one moment, you can see the intersection of gold and iron in the desert of the north, and at the next moment, you seem to be enjoying the spring breeze on the banks of the green willows in the south of the Yangtze River.

Everyone sitting there put down the chopsticks and wine cups in their hands in amazement, and turned their heads in doubt to find the source of the sound.

Just when everyone was confused as to why the sound of music suddenly appeared, a group of singers in peach and pink dance skirts neatly walked out from behind the screen, surrounding the woman in the center wearing a bright red gilt embroidered pomegranate skirt.

Ling Xiaodong glanced at the stage.

That woman was the city lord's daughter whom he had taught him a lesson in the Pengcheng inn.

But he didn't take Cheng Qinan seriously, after all, the master who was as beautiful as a fairy in his arms couldn't see it himself, and he didn't even have the interest to look up.

When Cheng Qinan stood firm on the stage, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually died down, and everyone turned their doubtful eyes to Cheng Hongde.

Cheng Hongde just sat in the main seat and smiled without saying a word.

He looked at his daughter's slim figure standing on the stage with satisfaction, and raised his glass to take a sip.

This was a performance he had arranged long ago.

It stands to reason that the noble daughter of the city lord would not show up and perform dances for the guests to watch, but Ling Xiaodong was watching from the audience.

He was counting on his daughter being able to climb the high branch of the great master, so as to strengthen his position in the Western Regions.

Cheng Qinan lowered his head and gave a slight blessing on the stage.

"The little girl is making a fool of herself."

Ding ding dong dong sounded again.

The dozen or so dancers on the stage acted as foils with skillful movements and enchanting dancing postures, gathering and dispersing with the sound of music, squatting and standing, but the size was properly grasped, and they did not seize the limelight of Cheng Qinan at all.

Ye Yiyun put down the chopsticks in her hand, and turned to look at Cheng Qinan who was on the stage like a dancing flame.

"quite pretty."

"pretty?"

Ling Xiaodong raised his head suspiciously and looked at the ordinary Cheng Qinan, at most he looked like a man.

Not to mention peerless beauties like Aunt Yun and Master, even a random senior and senior sister from Qingfeng Temple would be much better than her, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with beauty.

"I mean her clothes."

Although Ye Yiyun's eyes were still looking at Cheng Qinan who was wearing a red dress on the stage, her eyes seemed to have passed through a long time, and she vaguely saw herself as a lady.

Back then, I was also the only daughter of the eldest daughter of the wealthy Ye family in the Western Regions. She was carefree just like Xiaoyan now. If that hadn't happened...

Ye Yiyun shook her head slightly, and put all these old things behind her.

"When I was a little girl, I also liked to wear this kind of gorgeous pink and willow green clothes, but since I entered the Taoist temple, I have never worn them again."

Ling Xiaodong couldn't help but jump when he thought that the clothes he bought for Aunt Yun seemed to be the same color.

So he asked curiously:

"Do you still like Aunt Yun now?"

Ye Yiyun nodded and said: "I like it, but only little girls can wear this kind of clothes, so I'm afraid it won't suit me long ago."

"Master is still young!"

Xiao Yan suddenly objected.

Ye Yiyun smiled, didn't say anything more, just stretched out her hand fondly to touch Xiaoyan's head, and turned her attention to the singing and dancing on stage again.

"By the way, Aunt Yun, we met the woman on the stage just now."

Now that Cheng Qinan had appeared, Ling Xiaodong casually mentioned it.

Xiao Yan raised her head in surprise, just now she just took a cursory look, but now she looks carefully, isn't this the wicked girl she met in the inn before?

Seeing Xiaoyan's surprised appearance, Ye Yiyun asked doubtfully:

"Have you met?"

Ling Xiaodong told Aunt Yun everything that happened before.

Ye Yiyun was startled and said, "Is there something else?"

Ling Xiaodong responded, worried:

"I don't know if she will come to trouble us later, isn't there a business relationship between Qingfengguan and Pengcheng? I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, you're doing great!"

Ye Yiyun said firmly, she looked at Ling Xiaodong with relief.