Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 182: Obsessed 1
The next day, Fang Ling specially changed into the fiery red dress she wore a few years ago.However, compared to the stature at that time, it is obviously a bit small, and it is inevitable that it will look a little tight when worn on the body.

But Fang Ling didn't care about that much. As long as she could make Yue Xun remember it, she would be willing to do anything if she pretended to be it.

Fang Ling happily dug out an altar of Qianshuangzui, and came to the Hall of Ascension again.

As usual, Xianyao kept his face red and refused to let in.Fang Ling was not in a hurry to enter the palace. He just took the wine jar and sat on the stone bench outside the palace, drinking sip after sip.

In an instant, the long fragrance of flowers and plants, carrying the fragrance of the cold fruit wine, floated throughout the yard.

She didn't believe that a man as good as Yue Xun, who was a good drinker, could forget the taste of Qianshuang Zui.

It was just a pain for Xianyao, because he didn't even bother to eat to prevent Fang Ling from sneaking in, so he didn't dare to leave the ground and stayed outside the palace.He was so hungry that he felt dizzy and his stomach growled.

After what happened last night, Xianyao thought that there was a tough battle to be fought, so he made preparations early.

Unexpectedly, the other party was very calm today. He had been sitting there for an hour and even pretended to pull out a scripture and started studying it.

Fang Ling originally thought that Xianyao was about the same age as Fusheng, even if he couldn't sit still like Fusheng with thorns in his butt, he still had to eat and sleep, and he might not be able to survive himself when he went to the latrine.

Who would have thought that Xian Yao hadn't seen him move away from the nest since he slapped his ass and sat on the porch, only leaning against the pillar and playing with a delicate compass.

Fang Ling finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you always sit idle in this yard?"

"No."

"I've been here for a long time, but why didn't I see that you have any serious business to do?"

"because of you."

Fang Ling suddenly realized that it was because others couldn't bear it, it was because he was stubborn and refused to leave, which made others suffer.

Seeing that it was almost lunch time, he took out the almond cake he was carrying and threw it to him.Xian Yao was holding the pastry, hesitating, wanting to eat but a little afraid.

Seeing this, Fang Ling quickly comforted: "You can eat it at ease, I will never take an almond biscuit for favors."

Xian Yao whispered, "I'm afraid it's poisonous."

When Fang Ling heard this, he immediately collapsed.

As the saying goes, the hands of those who take the person are short, and the mouth of the person who eats is soft.Although Xianyao was still standing outside the palace solemnly, he was obviously conquered by the almond cake.After eating three or four times in a row, Fang Ling asked questions and occasionally answered one or two sentences.

Even when Fang Ling was bored and was surprised to see a silverfish as small as dust hidden in the scriptures in the cold weather of early spring, he obediently took out a pair of pen and paper for her.

Fang Ling drew a small maze on the white paper and then put the silverfish into it.

Silverfish is afraid of the smell of rue in the pen and ink, so it only tries step by step along the drawn maze, never daring to step beyond the maze.

Xianyao obviously found it very interesting, so he unconsciously followed Fang Ling and started chasing the little bug with a pen, and suddenly realized:
"No wonder I occasionally saw a piece of paper drawn like this when I was cleaning up the master's desk. I thought it was some powerful formation, but I never found the clue. It turned out to be this kind of entertainment."

Fang Ling's eyes lit up when he heard this, remembering that when he was a child in Qin's courtyard, he occasionally used reading to relieve his boredom, and was ridiculed many times by Yue Xun.

Thinking about his usually serious and serious appearance, with no desires and desires, it is really rare for him to have something to amuse himself. It is not easy to play like a silverfish.

Seeing Xian Yao's expression of interest, Fang Ling couldn't help asking:

"What do you do in your daily life besides practicing?"

"Reading." Xianyao replied while teasing the silverfish.

"Have you finished reading the book?"

"Copy scriptures."

"Then you're done with all of this? Do you have any interesting pastimes besides practicing and studying?"

Xian Yao turned to look at Fang Ling, his clear eyes blinked embarrassedly and said:

"Does eating and sleeping count?"

Sure enough, there is no emotion at all.

Seeing that Xian Yao was really pitiful, Fang Ling could not help but sympathize with him, so he just kept doing nothing. He took the compass that Xian Yao placed on the stone table, reached out and took off the beaded hairpin on his head, and with a slight pry, he skillfully put the compass on the The magnetic needle from the bottom of Tianchi was taken out.

Fang Ling inserted the magnetic needle into a pile of sand and gravel next to it and pulled it out over and over again.After a while, a lot of black powder was sucked up.

Fang Ling carefully shook it off onto the scripture, and swept the magnetic needle across the paper. The black powder on the paper moved as if guided.

Xianyao had never seen such an interesting way to play, so he took a magnetic needle and drew a circle on the bottom of the paper. He saw that all the black powder was attracted by the magnetic needle and lined up to spin in circles on the paper. .

This game lasted for more than an hour, until the sun was westward, and Mr. Chang Ting in the hall was not attracted by the fragrance of Qianshuangzui.

But Fang Lingxu was too boring, or maybe he drank too much cold wine.He fell asleep on the stone table dizzily.

After a long time, Mr. Changting slowly came to the stone table, took a sip from the wine jar, and said with disgust:
"Still so sweet."

After saying that, he smiled.

Mr. Chang Ting lifted the outer robe that Xian Yao put on Fang Ling and said:

"Send her to Guantiao."

Seeing the master coming, Xian Yao glanced at Fang Ling timidly. His face flushed slightly due to drunkenness and the long red dress complemented each other, making him very charming.Seeing him blushing, he didn't know where to start for a while.

Lord Changting saw Xianyao's blushing face and suddenly said:
"Forget it, put one of my blankets on her and let her be."

When Fang Ling woke up, it was already evening.I saw Xianyao took a pen and paper from a distance, lying on a big rock with concentration and playing with silverfish.Then she tiptoed over, poked her head out, and saw that there was an unfinished picture of a beautiful woman holding a lamp on the paper.

The woman in the painting has a high crown and crescent eyebrows, charming eyes, and a long skirt that wraps her figure exquisitely.An exquisite sachet on the waist looks very familiar at first glance, but it is the one from yesterday.

Fang Lingyu was still drunk, seeing this situation, he smiled lightly and said:
"The beauty under the lamp?"

Xianyao was so shocked that he turned over and sat up, put the painting away and said:

"You...when did you get up?"

"Just when you were drawing that sachet."

"Peeping...peeping...is not what a gentleman does."

Xianyao was a little annoyed and spoke incoherently.

"What's the point of peeping? What kind of master can teach such a disciple? You can't make even the slightest joke." Fang Ling said with a playful smile.

When Xianyao heard the words, he was really angry, and stared at Fang Ling angrily without saying a word.

Fang Ling was a little terrified by this kid's stare.Because she drank too much wine, her words were a little out of her head.At this time, I knew that my words were wrong, so I hurriedly corrected my attitude and explained:
"Your master and I are old acquaintances...in fact, we can be considered old friends. Since we are friends, joking like this occasionally is not considered offensive."

"Then why does my master look like he doesn't want to see you?"

How can you say you don't want to see me?I just didn't recognize it for a moment.Being suddenly exposed by this child's words, Fang Ling suddenly lost interest and said:
"I think he probably accidentally hit his head sometime."

Xianyao obviously did not notice these mental activities of Fang Ling. He thought about it seriously and then replied:
"As far as I know, there is no such thing."

Fang Ling was naturally puzzled.I just feel that anyone with a normal mind should have remembered it a long time ago after he took such painstaking reminders.

Just when Fang Ling was racking his brains, he saw Lord Changting finally come out.I saw his face was cold, and he said calmly:

"You don't have to worry about staying here. I advise you to leave as soon as possible and find a safe place to live a good life. I will never allow you to enter my Yunxu Palace."

Fang Ling saw that Mr. Changting was still invincible, so he stuck out his tongue at him, and said to Xianyao:

"I'm leaving first, and I'll come to you tomorrow. I know who the person in your painting is."

As he spoke, he blinked at him mysteriously, turned around and left.

Mr. Changting grabbed the unfinished painting in Xianyao's hand, looked at it, threw it on the stone table and said:
"boring!"

He turned around and walked towards the hall.

Xian Yao picked up the painting, thinking about Fang Ling's just words and the way he winked at him, his face flushed again.I was immersed in the situation just now and couldn't extricate myself, but I heard the voice from the long pavilion in the hall:
""Clear Heart Jue" fifty times."

(End of this chapter)