When I opened the door, I saw Fu Chen sitting behind the desk, staring at the book in front of me with concentration. The snacks she brought back last night had now become four empty plates, neatly stacked on the corner of the table.

Zhaoyue gave him a blank look and rubbed his shriveled belly.

Just as I was about to turn around to the kitchen, the lazy voice rang out from behind the desk: "Bai Porridge, I'm working."

For some reason, the sound was mixed with the smell of a good mood.

She scratched her head and snorted softly.

Fu Chen, who was behind the book, looked up slightly, his eyes followed her back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked.

He stroked Yun Yujian on his waist and said softly: "Yun Yu, you said, if I had discovered that Zhao Yue was the woman on Junji Mountain back then, would the world be like this now?"

The sword seemed to understand it, and it shone slightly.

After a while, she came back with rice porridge and two buns, holding a steamed bun in her mouth as usual.

He put the meal in his hand on the table and complained angrily: "I said to Prince, you have only been a few days ago, and you have been aroused."

Then, I sat at the table and took a bite of the steamed bun.

Fu Chen walked over from the desk and moved the stool in front of the table to Zhaoyue before sat down with satisfaction.

She stared with her big eyes and watched him move the stool to her only a short distance away, and she had a question mark.

"What does your Highness the Crown Prince mean?"

Fu Chen reached out to the white porridge and took a sip: "Eat, can't Yue Zun see it?"

She took a bite of the steamed bun and looked at Fu Chen beside her in confusion: "I mean, the body of the Crown Prince Jin Gui can't sleep with that bed?"

He said with a serious expression: "It's cold at night, and cold on the bed."

Zhao Yue's eyebrows were thrust and he looked at the serious nonsense guy in front of him.

"The bed is cold, and the floor is warm?" This question can be called a soul-suggestion.

Seeing her angry look, Fu Chen was very happy and ate breakfast on his own without saying a word.

"Okay, then I'll sleep in the bed." Seeing that he didn't react at all, she split the steamed bun in two and stuffed it into her mouth.

Little bastard, what are you trying to do?

Fu Chen glanced at her, reached out to take away her separated other half of the steamed bun, and said slowly: "The bed is too small to sleep with you and me."

Looking at Fu Chen who was eating the steamed buns that Zhao Yue had broken open and drinking rice porridge while calmly saying these words, Zhao Yue felt that he was so unreasonable that he was about to make trouble, and that blue smoke was coming from his head.

"Why should I sleep with you?"

What exactly does this prince want to do?

"I'm scared," he said, turning his head, and Yingying's eyes were covered with tears, "Master, don't you care about your disciple?"

Tears were rolling in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, several of them fell down.

She pursed her lips and asked incrediblely: "You, do you have a switch in your tears? Come on when you say it?"

Fu Chen changed his face in an instant and snorted coldly: "Why, are you scared?"

This little bastard is a drama genius!

Seeing his face change like flipping a book, Zhao Yue was stunned for a moment, thought in her head, and said:

"Oh, it turns out that I'm thinking about getting close and attacking me." She laughed, "Yes, it's interesting."

Then he bit his mouth and only had a small amount of steamed bun, nodded and said to the little fox in front of him, "It's up to you, everything is up to you, you can steal it, you can count your ability."

Fu Chen's mouth raised slightly, turned his face and continued to eat, stopping talking.

Just steal your heart.

Looking at the white porridge in front of me, today's one was indeed very delicious.

Zhaoyue was correct and didn't understand why Fu Chen was in a good mood.

She passed by her head several times. In the Medicine King Valley these days, it seemed that this little fox had a glorious life except for Lin Sheng's affairs. It was worth being happy. He probably didn't get any benefits in other things. How could he be filled with a festive smell inside and outside?

This doubt lingered in Zhaoyue's heart from morning to night, like a spell, which made her puzzled.

As the night came, the autumn wind was blowing. Zhao Yue watched the medicine in the melting pot be formed before leaving the medicine furnace with confidence.

After leaving the door of the medicine furnace, I went down the stairs, and just turned to the left, I happened to meet Rong Luo.

The second prince of Xihai also looked smiling and in a good mood.

"Rongluo." She called out behind herself.

The person in front turned around and her figure appeared in her eyes. He quickly sorted out his clothes and bowed respectfully.

With the moonlight, Zhao Yue looked at his ten fingers white and clean, and she muttered in her heart: "Didn't you cut your apples yesterday to your fingers?"

"Ah?" Rong Luo was confused, "I didn't eat apples!"

Zhaoyue was about to ask, but he said happily: "Yue Zun, Ling Mei is coming tomorrow, and there will be a lot of luck in Yue Zun."

"Well, that's natural."

It turns out that this kid is so happy because of this incident.

"Rongluo!"

Just as Zhao Yue was about to speak again, he heard a call coming from not far behind him. Rong Luo hurriedly saluted: "If Yue Zun is fine, I will go back first, and I still have homework to do."

She nodded: "Go."

He chuckled and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Rong Luo turned around and saw that besides the classmates waiting there, Fu Chen had a cold face.

He walked straight over and asked Rongluo: "Have she asked you about eating apples yesterday?"

"I asked." Rong Luo replied in a daze, "But I didn't eat."

What is the situation with these two masters and apprentices?

Fu Chen's face turned a little darker, and he took out the washed handkerchief embroidered by the little sea snake from his arms and handed it to Rong Luo: "Don't say that I have a nosebleed, I'm afraid that my master will worry."

Rongluo understood this sentence.

"I understand. I ate an apple yesterday and scratched my fingers. Don't worry." He took the handkerchief and patted Fu Chen's chest. Then he stuffed the handkerchief back into his arms, saluted Fu Chen, pulled the group of people and left.

Looking at his back and thinking about his actions just now, Fu Chen shivered suddenly.

This straight man is a straight man. The thing given by a woman with good looks is taken out and borrowed. The way of preservation is really vulgar. It is really amazing to rub it, rub it and stuff it into the clothes.

Looking back, Zhaoyue had already walked far towards the yard.

He looked up at the direction of the medicine furnace and leaned quietly over.

The bright moon was hanging high, and he stood alone in front of the melting furnace, holding a prescription handed to him by the disciple of the medicine furnace, looking at the rainbow-colored flames that were jumping in the furnace and the elixirs that already had vaguely contained in the furnace, and memorizing everything on the prescription.

Everyone in the world knows that the Moon Clan is practicing the art of life, and is called a magical doctor. He can save people who are cursed by others and are cursed by swords and cursed, and even rumors can bring about rebirth.

The immortal master of the Moon Clan must be proficient in the art of life.

The pills she refined in this prescription may be able to save the man who had blocked two hidden weapons for the demon general and sleeping in Kunlun Mountain.

Turning back to the small yard, he pushed open the door of the inner room and saw that Zhaoyue had already laid the floor, dressed in pajamas and tidied up the corners of the quilt, lying on the ground without looking back, "Are you back?"

Fu Chen sneered, Yun Yujian was unsheathed and stabbed her back suddenly.

Then, with a thud, he lay heavily on the ground.

The dark skylight in Zhaoyue's clothes came out from nowhere, and she sat him under her butt very obediently.

The weight of hundreds of kilograms fell on his back with a bang, smashing him to the ground and unable to move.

The black fox, which was taller than a human head, bent down and hooked his head, squeezed into this small room, and breathed out dissatisfied with the thin body sitting under his butt.

Zhao Yue still didn't look back and said happily while tidying up the quilt: "Little bastard, it's eight hundred years old."

Fu Chen was almost unable to get up by the big black fox weighing hundreds of pounds.

After a while, she finally turned around and looked at the Hei Tianzhao in front of her, took out the reply letter from Santuchuan from the bag hanging around her neck, and touched its nose: "Thank you, Lao Hei."

Then he looked at Fu Chen, whose face was already red, and laughed twice.

"Is it warm?"

This woman killed you!

He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "The wound behind him has cracked."

Zhaoyue was stunned and quickly asked Heitanzhao to return her clothes and reached out to help him.

Humph, it's still too naive!

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Rongluo: The moon tonight is so beautiful.

Lingmei: Yes.

Rongluo: It's big and round, just like your face.

Lingmei:???
Chapter completed!