Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 30: Mid-Autumn Temple Fair (2)
At this moment, Jun Xiuran was sitting cross-legged on the outside of the bed. He was already dressed in Duanmu Tian's old clothes, which were changed overnight by Duanmu Tian. He was facing her direction, not knowing how she was sleeping. how long.

Duanmutian was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help thinking for a while. His sleeping appearance should probably not be ugly, and he didn't have the habit of snoring, grinding his teeth and talking in sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief, then rubbed his eyes from the Sit up on the bed.

With a "hiss", she forgot about the injury on her left arm, and was torn apart by this movement, and immediately took a deep breath.

Seeing this, Jun Xiuran quickly reached out to help her, glanced over her left arm, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

She didn't care, as if she didn't hear it at all. After sitting down, she looked up at the sky outside the window. It seemed that it was still early, and the sun hadn't even risen yet, but her brother and uncle had already gotten up and gone out.

Turning to look at him again, he asked, "Why did you get up so early? Are you still sitting here, do you have something to say to me?"

He blushed slightly, lowered his head and shook his head, did he want to tell her that he just couldn't help sitting here and wanted to look at her?
Duanmutian glanced at him again, he didn't understand, so he didn't bother anymore, he reached for the clothes beside him, but another hand was a step ahead of her, holding her clothes and looking at her, said: "You I have injuries on my hands and feet, and I will help you."

She nodded in a daze, but she really didn't feel any pressure at all, so that when her brother came in from the door and saw Jun Xiuran help her dress and couldn't help but turn slightly dark, she still looked at him inexplicably .

"Sister, how can you ask him to dress for you?" After breakfast, in the yard, the brother and sister sat together to organize the herbs, Duanmu Jing finally couldn't help but put forward his opinion on what he saw this morning, and said, "Although You are still young, but men and women are different after all."

Hearing this, Duanmutian raised his head and glanced at him indifferently.

This faint glance seems to be saying, brother, your thoughts are really dirty!

Duanmujing couldn't help turning dark again, then gently puffed up her cheeks, lowered her head and quietly sulked.

Jun Xiuran was standing at the door of the hut with a large bundle of medicinal herbs in his arms. He didn't know if he heard anything. He just watched a strange light flash in Duanmu Jing's eyes, then lowered his head and slightly curled the corners of his mouth. As if nothing had happened, he carried the medicinal herbs and placed them in front of them, squatted down and picked them up together.

Duanmu Chen wandered in from outside with a blade of grass in his mouth. Seeing the three children gathering together to organize the herbs, he couldn't help curling his mouth in boredom. Why did he think these three children were so mature?So much so that when he was with them, he had a strong illusion that he was the child.

Mr. Chen couldn't help being depressed, his eyes rolled away and his figure floated over, he poked Duanmu Jing's shoulder and asked with a cheap smile: "Xiao Jing, what's interesting around here?"

Helplessly, Mr. Jing was sulking alone. Hearing this, he glanced at him lightly like his younger sister, and said, "Uncle, if you want to have fun, you shouldn't stay here any longer. Go back to your capital!"

"Uh?"

What's going on, why does his little Jing nephew seem to be in a bad mood?
Mr. Chen blinked innocently, then shifted his gaze to Duanmu Tian's body, his eyes slipped past her feet and hands wrapped in rice dumplings, he ignored her and turned to look at Jun Xiuran, squatting down beside him , smiled so blindly that he said: "Third Highness, do you feel that boring?"

He didn't even lift his eyelids, simply shook his head and said, "No!"

"..."

Mr. Chen was so depressed that he chewed the leaves of grass, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the herb that attracted almost all the attention of the three of them, as if he was looking at his rival in love.

After picking it up twice, he said with disdain: "It's just some common herbs, and it's not very useful."

"It's these useless herbal medicines that have been exchanged for all your food and drink for the past two days, uncle. Even the clothes you are wearing now are also exchanged for these."

"Eh?" Mr. Chen couldn't help touching his nose, and said, "Didn't I give you money before? Oh, by the way, little niece, where is my money? After you really took my money, you don't want to give me money." No mention of it!"

Duanmu Tian raised his head and looked at each other indifferently, "Aren't those your accommodation expenses?"

"Xiao Tiantian, what do you mean? I'm your uncle, and you have the nerve to accept my uncle's accommodation fee?"

"Uncle." Duanmu Tian suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, showing an extremely amazing smile, and said, "You are the elder of my brother and I, this is the first time we meet, why doesn't your elder have a greeting ceremony?"

"..."

Duanmujing couldn't help but chuckled, the sullenness just now dissipated completely, and turned to look at their uncle.

Mr. Chen's expression froze immediately, and he touched his body subconsciously, as if he wanted to find out a greeting gift.

A few heads poked in from the yard, it was Wang Tong and the three of them, they saw Duanmu Tian and others picking herbs in the yard, they looked at each other and then rushed in.

Mr. Chen couldn't help being happy when he saw them. He looked at Wang Tong and said, "I said, you fat man, how come you are alive and kicking again after being bitten by a poisonous snake? You didn't go home yesterday to take a good rest and ran to catch the snake for revenge. ran out?"

Wang Tong's face was still a little unhealthily pale, but he was in good spirits. He smiled when he heard Mr. Chen's words, patted his chest and said: "Such a small injury is nothing at all. After eating that evil beast After taking the flesh and blood, I feel like I'm all right!"

"Well, what are you doing at my house now?"

Speaking of this, Wang Tong straightened his face immediately, turned his head to look at Duanmu Jing, and said, "Xiao Jing, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days, and there will be a temple fair in town, do you want to go with us? My father said, When we get to the town, we can just find him directly, and he will arrange the place to live for us."

Hearing this, Mr. Chen was the first to react, "Temple fair? There is also a temple fair for the Mid-Autumn Festival here? What are there at the temple fair? Is it fun?"

He is bored!

When talking about this, Wang Tong was also excited, and even said: "That thing is so fun! In addition to praying to God and worshiping Buddha, there will be many stalls on the street, and there are all kinds of fun things!"

"Then tell me, what's so fun about it?"

"The jugglers, the cricket-fighters, the villains, and the dragon and lion dances every morning, and the firecrackers..."

Although these may be nothing more than pediatrics to Mr. Chen, he still listened with interest and looked eager to try, and asked: "How long is this temple fair?"

(End of this chapter)