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

Hearing Ling Xiaodong say this, Ye Yiyun's ears turned red.

"From now on, you sleep on the floor and be so dishonest every day!"

"I......"

Ling Xiaodong was about to speak up to defend himself, but was interrupted by Ye Yiyun, who became angry from embarrassment.

"What me! It's decided! Get out! I want to change!"

Having been with Yue Yingying for a long time, Ling Xiaodong has rich experience in dealing with unreasonable women. He knows that at this moment, it is best for him to shut up and not get into trouble with Aunt Yun again.

Standing outside the door, Ling Xiaodong frowned tightly, thinking about how Aunt Yun changed from a loving and tolerant appearance to being as unreasonable as her master. Could it really be her own problem?

After enjoying the free breakfast in the lobby, Ling Xiaodong obediently followed behind Ye Yiyun without saying a word.

Seeing Ye Yiyun leading him to the east of the city, Ling Xiaodong asked curiously, "Aunt Yun, where are we going now?"

"Go to the tailor shop. Look at your clothes. If others don't know, they will think I abused you."

After Ling Xiaodong's raid last night, although he was fine, his Taoist robe, which was already fully patched, was even more tattered, comparable to the beggars in the east of the city.

"By the way, what about the ten taels of silver I gave you earlier?"

"Huh? Silver? I... I lost my purse when I was being chased last night."

If Ye Yiyun, who had a bad complexion, knew that he used her money to curry favor with other girls, he would have to eat her alive, Ling Xiaodong secretly applauded her wit.

"Hey, isn't this the handsome little brother from yesterday?"

A woman with heavy makeup saw Ling Xiaodong in the crowd, and ran up to say hello enthusiastically.

Ling Xiaodong looked up in confusion, and his heart dropped. This was the brothel woman he met in the alley before.

"How did you run so fast yesterday, when will you come to Yixiang Courtyard to play with your sister again?"

Ling Xiaodong's head was covered with cold sweat, and he winked at the heavily made-up woman vigorously.

He didn't need to turn his head to feel Aunt Yun's cold and murderous gaze behind him.

The brothel woman was good at observing words and expressions. When she saw Ling Xiaodong winking at her, and when she saw a woman behind him who was as beautiful as a fairy with a sinking face, she suddenly understood the situation.

"Ah! Brother, your wife is here, the little girl is leaving first, come and play when you have time."

After giving Ling Xiaodong a wink, the woman turned around and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ling Xiaodong stiff in place.

Aunt Yun's cold voice came from behind.

"Oh? Yixiangyuan? Lost the silver?"

Chapter 21 Ye Yiyun's determination

Ling Xiaodong turned around with a wry smile, seeing Ye Yiyun's frosty expression, his eyes were extremely disappointed in himself.

He thought Aunt Yun would scold him severely, but she didn't, Ye Yiyun turned and left without saying a word.

"Hey, wait, Aunt Yun."

Ling Xiaodong was anxious when he saw this scene. Even if Aunt Yun scolded him, he didn't want to leave just like that, so he hurried up and took Ye Yiyun's arm.

"Let go! I don't have a nephew who would go to such a place!"

Ye Yiyun flicked her sleeves without turning her head.

"I really haven't been there!"

Ling Xiaodong followed closely behind Ye Yiyun, hurriedly proving his innocence, but Ye Yiyun turned a deaf ear.

Ling Xiaodong gritted his teeth, thinking about it, he firmly grasped Ye Yiyun's arm.

"Let go!" Ye Yiyun said angrily.

Ling Xiaodong ignored her, but shouted loudly in the crowd:

"Sister-in-law, let's confess to my brother that you are pregnant with my child!"

The noisy crowds around were attracted by the sudden shouting and stopped to watch. It is human nature to love to gossip.

Ye Yiyun looked back at Ling Xiaodong in astonishment.

Ling Xiaodong didn't show any restraint,

"Sister-in-law, it's not a problem for us to keep this secret. If my brother divorces you, I'll marry you!"

"Ling Xiaodong! You are crazy!"

Ye Yiyun hurriedly turned her head and covered his mouth, telling him not to continue talking nonsense.

The surrounding crowd gathered around like sharks smelling blood, pointing at the two people inside.

"Hey, isn't that Taoist Master Qingfeng of Qingfeng Temple?"

Someone in the crowd recognized Ye Yiyun. After all, Ye Yiyun often comes to Pengcheng, and her appearance is so extraordinary. There are quite a few people in Pengcheng who know her.

Seeing that someone had called out her name, Ye Yiyun hurriedly lowered her head and covered her face with her hands to prevent others from seeing her face. With the other hand, she grabbed Ling Xiaodong and dragged him away from the crowd. No one in the alley to give up.

"you!"

Just as Ye Yiyun was about to lose her temper, Ling Xiaodong pushed the wall against the wall of the alley with both hands.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Ye Yiyun was taken aback by Ling Xiaodong's abnormal behavior, and forgot to be angry.

Ling Xiaodong leaned over slowly, staring seriously at Ye Yiyun, their faces were very close, their noses almost touching each other.

The hot and humid breath of the overwhelmed young man in front of him sprayed on his face, and Ye Yiyun's heart beat faster as his face got closer and closer.

She no longer knew how her blushing had become, her beautiful eyes were foggy, and her tenderness was like water, as if she was refusing to greet her.

A sense of excitement arises spontaneously, but reason tells me that the boy in front of him is his nephew and son-in-law, and he must be rejected now.

Ye Yiyun's brain was hot and turned into a mess. She didn't know what to do, so she simply closed her eyes and gave up thinking.

"Open your eyes." Ling Xiaodong said softly.

Ye Yiyun closed her eyes tightly, thinking that if she didn't resist anymore, would he want to humiliate herself by opening her eyes?

Ling Xiaodong grabbed Ye Yiyun's slender hand and pressed it on his chest, and said again: "Aunt Yun, look at me."

Ye Yiyun shyly opened her eyes, the water mist lingered and her eyes flickered.

Ling Xiaodong and Ye Yiyun looked at each other, their clear black and white eyes full of seriousness.

"Aunt Yun, I swear with my Dao heart, I have never been to any brothel Goulan, if this statement is false, body and spirit will be destroyed, and I will not be detached."

Feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat of Ling Xiaodong's broad chest in Ye Yiyun's hands, her whole body melted, and she didn't care what Ling Xiaodong was talking about now.

"Believe it, I believe it, you let me go first."

Seeing that the trick was successful, Ling Xiaodong smiled, let go of Ye Yiyun's little hand, and took two steps back to make it easier for Ye Yiyun to come out.

Ye Yiyun felt that her whole body was weak, and she slid down along the wall and sat down.

"Oh, Aunt Yun, get up quickly, the floor is dirty."

Ye Yiyun angrily opened Ling Xiaodong's extended hand.

"Don't worry about it."

She sighed sadly again.

"Hey, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't take you down the mountain. You'll just cause me trouble."

Ling Xiaodong said with a playful smile: "How can this be, if it weren't for me, Aunt Yun would have been taken away long ago, and she would have been taken as Mrs. Yazhai."

"Humph."

Ye Yiyun knew that she was wrong in this matter, she snorted coquettishly, rolled her eyes and refused to answer.

After resting for a while, letting her beating heart slow down, Ye Yiyun stood up slowly with the help of the wall, walked to the entrance of the alley, looked around, made sure that there were no spectators outside, and then came out.

"Aunt Yun, shall we still go to the tailor shop?" Ling Xiaodong asked.

"Go again? It's all your fault, I'm ashamed to stay in Pengcheng!"

Ye Yiyun raised her hand and patted Ling Xiaodong's head hard.

Ling Xiaodong hugged his head and said, "I'm already seventeen, why do you still like beating people's heads, Aunt Yun?"

"What? Can't fight? Just hit, just hit."

Ye Yiyun patted him twice more, and found that Ling Xiaodong was already much taller than herself, and she had just reached his chest, so it was very difficult to raise her hand to pat his head.

"Bend down! Didn't you see how tired I was when I raised my hand?"

"Yes, as ordered."

Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to lean down and put his head over, but the expected slap did not come. Instead, a soft and boneless warm hand touched his face.

Ling Xiaodong raised his head in confusion.

"Hey, Aunt Yun doesn't blame you, even if you don't provoke those women, they will rush at you like bees and butterflies."

Ye Yiyun paused, then said:

"I've seen this time down the mountain. If I ignore you, how many peach blossoms will come to my door, how about you and Xiaoyan become Taoist companions when you go back this time?"

Ling Xiaodong was very surprised why Ye Yiyun suddenly mentioned Sister Xiaoyan, but he still obeyed:

"As long as Xiaoyan is willing, Aunt Yun will make all arrangements."

"Well, let's go."

For some reason, Ye Yiyun looked a little lonely. Ling Xiaodong looked at Ye Yiyun's back and felt as if something had disappeared, which made him a little flustered.

Ye Yiyun knew that something was wrong with her recent changes. Although she had only been down the mountain for a few days, she couldn't control herself more and more, and it was difficult for her to be a qualified elder in front of Ling Xiaodong.

Whenever I get along with Ling Xiaodong, I will lose my usual maturity and stability, and I will escape as if I am ten years younger again, returning to the age of the twenty-eight youth.

Although young is good, this is not the attitude that an uncle should have towards his nephew, not to mention that he is Ling Xiaodong's mother-in-law?

The ambiguous behaviors of the past few days could have deceived himself that it was the intimacy between the elders and the juniors, but just now when Ling Xiaodong pressed him against the wall, he did not resist, and even vaguely expected that he would bend down and bite his lips.

Ye Yiyun was frightened by her own bold fantasies. Ascetics are already clear-sighted, pointing directly at their own hearts, so it is difficult to deceive themselves.

She knew that she had made a big mistake in being tempted by her nephew, and she must not make the same mistake again and again. The reason for mentioning Xiaoyan was to completely break the possibility between the two of them.

But I don't know why, but I always feel empty in my heart. I haven't been tempted for 27 years. In the end, the first person I fell in love with turned out to be my son-in-law.

"Aunt Yun's Inn is on the west side, what are we going to the east of the city for?"

"Go to the City Lord's Mansion. When I was waiting for you at the inn yesterday, Wu Yazi sent someone to send me a message, saying that he got the news that the Church of Luo attacked the City Lord's Mansion tonight. I hope we can put aside the past and put down the Luo Cultists together."

Ling Xiaodong frowned and said, "We've all made enemies with them, is that appropriate?"

"I think that Wu Yazi is a sensible person. Although there is a festival, he still puts the overall situation first. Besides, we can't leave the people of Pengcheng alone. If we solve it as soon as possible, we will return to the mountain as soon as possible."

Ye Yiyun is now focused on going back to the mountain, not thinking about it.

Speaking of Luojiao, Ling Xiaodong thought of Mu Qinghe who was chased and killed by the Luojiao mountain ghost together last night, and finally separated.

I don't know if Miss Mu is okay now?

At the same time, Pengcheng went underground.

In the claustrophobic cave, the sound of the iron pick hitting never stopped, and the ping-ping-pong-pong was very annoying. In a small room dug out specially, Xiaoqing was complaining to Mu Qinghe.

"Look, Your Highness, both of my hands are full of blisters! The rudder master abused me! It's fine to dig out the dragon's veins, she didn't even let me eat yesterday!"

Xiaoqing held up her scarred hands and complained bitterly about the helmsman's atrocities.

On the other hand, Mu Qinghe propped her face with one hand, staring blankly at the empty wall in front of her, as if in a daze.

A light white slender finger rested on the ruddy cherry lips, and she didn't know what to think of, and her pretty face suddenly turned red.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Xiaoqing waved frequently in front of Mu Qinghe's eyes, which brought her back to her senses.

"Ah? Ah! I'm listening, Aunt Luo is indeed going too far."

Xiao Qing folded her hands on her chest, her little face was puffed up.

"Your Highness, you were not listening at all just now!"