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

Zheng Si'er chuckled and patted Ling Xiaodong on the shoulder.

"Brother Ling is really knowledgeable, not like me, a rotten head who can only dance with a gun."

Ling Xiaodong hesitated for a moment, and finally asked tactfully:

"Miss Zheng, is it because you are busy with other affairs on weekdays, so you don't have time to learn this kind of thing?"

This question made the usually careless Zheng Sirer's face turn red.

"I'm a bit busy on weekdays, but it's not that I don't have time to learn characters. There are also university scholars from the Imperial Academy in the palace who only teach me alone."

"Then why..."

Ling Xiaodong hesitated to speak.

Zheng Si'er's pretty face turned even redder, and she was even a little embarrassed to look at Ling Xiaodong again, her eyes wandering around the room.

"The master said, I have the muscles of a dragon and a phoenix, and I was born to be a good material for martial arts. I can learn the most difficult Tai'a Sword Sutra in three days, but only when I go to class on weekdays... I'd be sleepy, and I couldn't listen to it."

Her voice became weaker and weaker as she reached the back.

"Later, the master forced me to learn something, but the grand scholar got sick from my anger and couldn't afford it. In the end, he resigned from his old age and returned home, so the master gave up..."

Zheng Si'er lowered her head, and the hair from her temples slipped by her delicate pink ears.

Although shy, she still told Ling Xiaodong about her unbearable past.

She raised her head timidly, her eyes flickered, and she asked cautiously:

"Brother Ling, you don't think... I'm very stupid, do you?"

The corners of Ling Xiaodong's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He was trying to hold back his smile. If he laughed out loud now, Miss Zheng would definitely think he was laughing at her.

"Will not!"

Ling Xiaodong straightened his expression and said solemnly:

"As the saying goes, the ruler is good and the inch is short. It's also normal to bring your husband home angrily... Puff~cough cough! It's also normal. Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at, so why would I make fun of you? "

Zheng Sirer frowned and looked at the sullen Ling Xiaodong, and said doubtfully:

"Brother Ling, did you just laugh?"

"no!"

"You have! I've seen it all!"

Zheng Si'er covered her face with her hands, feeling distraught and indignant, wanting to hit the pillar and die.

"Wuuuu~ You really think I'm stupid!"

"Not really!"

Fortunately, Zheng Si'er, who has a strong mind, will not be knocked down by such trivial matters. After covering her face and grieving for a while, she regained her original spirit.

"Forget it, I don't know how to write, as long as Brother Ling can do it."

"We are sworn brothers! If you write well, I will write well!"

Zheng Si'er crossed her arms and nodded seriously, convinced by her own logic.

She smiled slightly at Ling Xiaodong, and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Since Brother Ling is so good at writing, I will trouble you for the rest."

"I just want you to write it. It's just a letter to the family. I'm going to the city to send it back tomorrow."

The night in the mountains is quiet.

In autumn, even the croaking frogs and cicadas in the fields have disappeared, and only when the cool mountain breeze blows through the branches, there will be a little rustling sound.

Yue Yingying was lying on the narrow bed alone, not falling asleep, but staring at the top of the bed in a daze with her eyes open.

She recalled Ling Xiaodong's question just now.

What does your favorite Taoist couple look like?

Although she is very lazy now, and has no time to find any man to be her Taoist partner, she just thinks that she is quite happy to hang out.

But I vaguely remember the youthful years when I was [-], and I seem to have discussed this topic with my senior sister.

At that time, the senior sister only said that she likes a man who can be relied on by her, but she put forward one request after another, which is the same as what she just said, except that she must surpass herself in the Dao realm.

The senior sister also laughed at herself, saying that if she asked so much, she would definitely not be able to find Mr. Ruyi.

How can a big man be willing to serve tea and water for a woman?

At that time, I replied to her angrily: If you can't find it, then you won't look for it. I don't look like a senior sister, and I can't live without a man.

Although later, the senior sister who became angry from embarrassment pressed her knees and spanked her ass with a bamboo ruler......

At first, I thought that I really couldn't find a satisfactory Taoist companion, but as I said out almost unreasonable conditions one by one, the vague figure in my heart gradually turned into Ling Xiaodong's appearance!

When she discovered this fact, she was extremely flustered, and quickly added another harsh request.

Yue Yingying stretched out a bare hand from the quilt and gently touched her lips. The touch of her lips that had just met with Ling Xiaodong's came to her mind again.

Like your apprentice?

How can it be!

It's simply a horror of slipping the world!

Yue Yingying shook her head violently on the bed, quickly throwing this scary possibility out of her mind.

Even if everything is in line, it is too many to count!

It's just that I unintentionally trained my disciples to be what I like!

By the way... what about the rebels?

Why didn't you hear him knock on the door, did you really lie on the ground at the door and go to sleep?

snort!

That's what he deserves!

Who told him to dare to touch himself!

Yue Yingying only felt that the tip of her left breast was slightly painful and swollen from being pulled by him.

But when she thought about it again, she felt it was justifiable.

As a disciple I have been with for so many years, don't I know Ling Xiaodong's temper?

Since I had agreed to his request at that time, I had already expected this kind of transgression.

Isn't it cruel to tell him to sleep by the door?

Yue Yingying's conscience was rarely disturbed.

At this moment, Ling Xiaodong was probably leaning against the door, sitting alone at the door, looking up at the moon in the sky, waiting for when he would change his mind.

She lay on the bed and thought for a while, the autumn night was bleak, if she got sick, she would have to take care of herself, it was really not worth it.

It's better to ask him to come in and sleep, anyway, my anger is gone.

The author went to the hospital

I'm sorry, the author's heart rate is also 120 after sitting in meditation after Yangkang, and his breathing is a bit tight, so I have to go to the hospital for a check-up, and I will ask for leave today

Chapter 13 bed

The more Yue Yingying thinks about it, the more she feels that she is really magnanimous, and she is indeed a model of a teacher.

When I go out to meet Ling Xiaodong, I must first ask him if he knows what I did wrong, and after he sincerely apologizes to me and promises that I won't touch him next time, I will show mercy and let him go to sleep.

The corners of Yue Yingying's mouth raised slightly when she thought of Ling Xiaodong's tears of gratitude and her gratitude to herself with such a broad mind.

"Forget it, who told me to be your master!"

She got up and put on her robe, walked to the door, straightened her expression, restrained the smile on her lips, and put on her usual aloof, cold, unfazed Bingshan Fairy.

Yue Yingying stood behind the door and said calmly through the wooden door:

"Sinister, do you know your mistake?"

She waited for a while, but there was no reply from outside the door.

Could it be that he fell asleep leaning against the door?

Yue Yingying frowned, her spiritual sense swept out through the wooden door, but Ling Xiaodong was nowhere to be seen.

"Ok?"

With a slight doubt, she gently pushed open the door with plain hands, and looked around when she went out.

There was nothing on the stone steps outside the door, only a little moss crawling on them, and no trace of Ling Xiaodong. This was far from her imagination.

"What about people?"

Yue Yingying was suddenly dumbfounded.

Where is my apprentice?

I put it at the door, where did such a big apprentice go?

She stepped out of the gate and walked around the house, but she still couldn't find Ling Xiaodong.

Wouldn't you really go to the village chief's daughter's room to be the groom?

After all, although the village head's daughter is not so beautiful, she can be regarded as Xiaojiabiyu.

Based on Yue Yingying's understanding of her apprentice's lust, and the ghost-like reflection in that lust, he might really be able to do this.

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Just when she was at a loss, she only heard the faint voice of a woman's Qingling in this quiet mountain village.

Yue Yingying turned her head and looked in that direction. The sound came from Zheng Sier's room.

Through the thin oiled paper window, you can see that the candles are still burning inside, so you probably haven't fallen asleep yet.

She happened to be able to ask the prince if he saw where Ling Xiaodong had gone.

The closer she got, the clearer Zheng Si'er's voice became.

"Is the father safe and well? Don't respect your face, and the moon will pass by..."

Yue Yingying walked to the door, raised her hand and knocked lightly, the voices in the house suddenly became quiet.

"who is it?"

"I."

"Master Mingyue?! What's the matter with you?"

Zheng Si'er in the room exclaimed, and then said:

"Huh? Brother Ling, what's wrong with your eyes? Why do you keep blinking?"

Brother Ling?

When Yue Yingying heard it, she immediately felt something was wrong, and regardless of etiquette, she pushed Zheng Si'er's room away.

She took a closer look, and saw that Ling Xiaodong was sitting in front of the table in the room, holding a writing brush hanging on the desk, and grinning awkwardly at herself.

And Zheng Si'er was standing behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders very intimately, as if she was giving a massage.

"Master Mingyue...you are here..."

"Humph!"

Yue Yingying snorted coldly, her face frosty and snowy.

"I said where to be happy and happy, so I didn't like the village chief's daughter, but I put my idea on Shizi."

Before Ling Xiaodong could speak, Zheng Si'er spoke first.

"Master Mingyue, please calm down. It is understandable for Brother Ling not to practice hard. After all, you have traveled for so many days. Today is praying for rain and killing demons. People always have to rest."