Yan Zixiu glanced at Jing Shaoci and said, "Come on."

Gu Shiyi excitedly circled his fingers and whistled, but before the whistle stopped, Yan Zixiu raised his hand and raised a snow curtain more than ten meters high.

"Wow!" Xie Chongyun clapped his hands, "Second brother is so handsome!"

The snow fell in a flurry, and during this process, Yin Qinghe quickly used the hand gestures to start competing with Yan Zixiu for "resources".

The snow curtain here had already condensed into a ball in the air, and Yin Qinghe's big snowball had already split into dozens of small snowballs.

And the one who proposed the snowball fight, Gu Shiyi, was completely dumbfounded.

His eyes widened as he muttered, "The fight has already started, and you're telling me that you all have cheats?"

In the end, the snowball fight ended with Gu Shiyi's defeat. If it weren't for Li Fengzhi's protection, half of his body would have been buried in the snow.

After playing and making a fuss, Yan Zixiu finally built ten snowmen in the courtyard at the suggestion of Xie Chongyun.

After building them, Jing Shaoci held Xie Xiaobao and pasted eyes on the snowmen one by one.

"This is Dad, this is Mom, and this is Uncle Gu..."

After all ten snowmen were pasted, the family went back together to change their clothes soaked in snow.

Everyone counted the New Year's countdown in unison, and then everyone said Happy New Year to each other with smiles.

Before going to bed, Jing Shaoci secretly went to find Yin Qinghe while Yan Zixiu was taking a bath.

Xie Chence was also taking a bath, so it was convenient for the two to talk.

"Let me make it clear first, I can't afford to give you New Year's money." Yin Qinghe said with his arms crossed.

Jing Shaoci did not react at all to being teased before, but looked at him seriously and said, "Master, you said before that I want to marry Yanyan with two conditions. The first is to make a lantern for him. What about the second one?"

Yin Qinghe put down her arms and looked him up and down, "You can't be..."

"Well, I'm going to propose to Yanyan."

This is no longer a pig digging cabbage, Yin Qinghe feels that the flesh of his heart has been bitten alive.

He took a few deep breaths as if he was short of oxygen, then gritted his teeth and said, "The second rule is invalid!!"

"Why?"

Seeing that he still dared to ask, Yin Qinghe roared, "My second rule is to let you give Xiaowu a chance to explain when you recover your memory. Do you think it's useful to say it now?!" After

the voice fell, Jing Shaoci was silent.

After a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at Yin Qinghe and said, "I will treat him well for the rest of my life."

"Heh." Yin Qinghe snorted coldly, "You'd better."

After saying this, he pushed the man out of the room, saying that he didn't like you tonight.

Yan Zixiu just came out of the bathroom and saw Jing Shaoci standing at the door.

"Yan Yan." Jing Shaoci's voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing that he looked a little strange, Yan Zixiu stepped forward, held his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Shaoci did not answer, but raised his hand and hugged him in his arms.

Yan Zixiu touched the back of his neck and said in a soothing tone, "What happened? Tell me."

Jing Shaoci shook his head and still said nothing.

Even after the two of them lay down together, Yan Zixiu still felt that his lover was in a bad mood.

He put his arm on the other's waist, "Damn sweet potato, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Shaoci opened his eyes and looked at him, saying, "Yan Yan, have you ever... hated me for a moment?"

Yan Zixiu replied without thinking, "Never."

"But I killed you with my own hands in my previous life."

Jing Shaoci's breath was mixed with a slight tremor, but Yan Zixiu still felt it immediately.

Instead of saying that the past is in the past, he has a better way to resolve it.

"If you are obsessed with this, then let's revisit the old place."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out a sound transmission note, and then disappeared from the bed with Jing Shaoci in his arms.

****

After sweeping the main hall, the two young Taoist priests were about to bow respectfully to the statue of the founder and go back to rest. However, when they stood up, they saw two short-haired men in strange costumes.

"Ah - ghosts -"

When other people in the Taoist temple heard the shouts and rushed over, the two figures that appeared out of thin air had already disappeared.

The deputy headmaster looked at the disciple who had just been helped up from the ground and said, "What did you see just now?"

The young Taoist priest said with trembling lips, "Ghost, ghost, ghost,

yes, there is a ghost." The deputy headmaster immediately frowned and said solemnly, "Our Tianfeng Temple is a grand temple that protects the country. How can any ghost dare to intrude here without permission."

At this time, Yan Zixiu, who was standing on the green tiles of the main hall and had already used magic to change the clothes of the two people, looked at Jing Shaoci and asked, "When did our Taoist temple become a temple to protect the country?"

Jing Shaoci cleared his throat and said unnaturally, "I named it before I died." Yan Zixiu

didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he took his hand and said, "It's getting late. Let's find a place to rest first."

After the founding of the Xin Dynasty, the capital was moved from Yanping to Sheng'an, and the country was named: Xiu.

Sheng'an City was where the two met. Although times have changed, they still found the Fengwang Mansion along the old road.

After Yan Zixiu took Jing Shaoci inside, they found that the plants and trees inside had not changed, and even the furnishings were not covered with dust. It seemed that someone cleaned it every day.

Jing Shaoci looked at the stone pavement in front of the main hall and said in a daze, "Yan Yan, do you still remember this place?"

Yan Zixiu smiled faintly, "How could I forget it?"

The best time of their youth was left here, and there were traces of memories everywhere.

After Yan Zixiu became Yin Qinghe's disciple, Jing Shaoci was extremely angry, but he went to look for him again within half a month.

The two of them walked hand in hand from the main hall, and in the moonlight, they came all the way to the study in the back room.

When they saw the writing desk, Jing Shaoci suddenly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Yanyan, come here."

After Yan Zixiu walked over, he pointed at the table in front of him and said, "Do you still remember this?"

Yan Zixiu didn't react at first, but when he remembered, he glared at Jing Shaoci.

Because he lost his first kiss here.

He had just turned fifteen that year, and Jing Shaoci suddenly said that he wanted to paint a portrait for him. As a result, while painting, he pushed him on the table and kissed him.

Jing Shaoci gave a happy chuckle, "I remember that your eyes were red from my kiss, and you didn't talk to me for several days afterwards."

"You dare to mention it?"

Jing Shaoci heard these four words and said fearlessly, "Fifteen is the age for marriage. Is there any problem with me kissing you?"

After that, he put his arms around Yan Zixiu's waist and pressed him on the table again.

"Your waist is as soft as it was when you were a kid."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

The two of them exchanged body temperature and breath just like when they were young. It was obvious that they just tasted it lightly at the beginning, but Jing Shaoci hooked his belt with his fingers.

Yan Zixiu lifted his shoulders and stood up, looking at him panting.

Jing Shaoci looked at his slightly red face and raised his eyebrows and said, "The taste on your lips is as sweet as when you were a kid."

"You are asking for more."

After Yan Zixiu said that, he stepped hard on his black boots.

"Yan Yan!"

After he walked out of the study door, Jing Shaoci limped and chased after him.

"I was wrong, don't ignore me."

Yan Zixiu not only did not calm down after hearing this, but became more angry, because Jing Shaoci also coaxed him in the same way after kissing him.

The two slept in the east chamber that night, which was also the room where the young prince Jing originally lived.

After Jing Shaoci lay down, he held Yan Zixiu in his arms and said, "We never slept together in our previous lives."

"In this life, we slept in the same bed a few days after we met."

Yan Zixiu wanted to say that this also made up for some regrets, but Jing Shaoci said, "But you had to run away from home that night because I absorbed your moonlight."

The old things were brought up again, and Yan Zixiu remembered that Jing Fengyi and Xie Wanxin looked a little strange at that time.

After he asked his question, Jing Shaoci let out a low laugh, then whispered in his ear, "That's because my parents thought I swallowed your essence."

Yan Zixiu blushed immediately, and Jing Shaoci took the opportunity to tease him, "How about I swallow it again now?"

"You dare."

Jing Shaoci took the death-free card of [not fighting in bed], and pulled down his underwear and said, "I really don't dare."

He pulled Yan Zixiu down and pulled him up, and the waistband of his underwear was broken while he was tearing.

After hearing a sizzling sound, Jing Shaoci became obedient.

He finally came back, and he didn't want to really anger the little Taoist priest.

That night, Yan Zixiu slept with his back to Jing Shaoci.

The next day, the two got up and went to Haiyuntian, the most famous restaurant in Shengjing, for breakfast.

It was only New Year's Eve in the world, but it was already the 14th day of the first lunar month here.

After looking at the menu and ordering the dishes, Yan Zixiu and Jing Shaoci sat together at the window seat on the second floor.

One of them was extremely handsome, and the other was beautiful. They were wearing extremely expensive robes and cloaks, which naturally attracted the attention of other diners.

However, this was Shangjing City, and Haiyuntian was the most famous restaurant, so these people just thought they were the sons of famous families, and they didn't wonder for long.

While waiting for the dishes, Yan Zixiu's eyes suddenly looked at the corner of the street.

Jing Shaoci looked in his direction and then turned around and said, "Want to eat?"

Before Yan Zixiu could answer, he stood up and said, "I'll go buy it."

After Jing Shaoci walked to the stall, he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve pocket with his bony fingers and said, "Excuse me, two cakes."

The owner was a middle-aged woman. After seeing the silver, she said awkwardly, "Sir, I just opened this shop. I can't spend your silver."

"No need for change."

If it were someone else, the woman would definitely take the silver to exchange one or two, but the man in front of her was so noble that she really didn't dare to waste his time.

The woman immediately opened the lid of the cage, and white mist instantly rose in the winter. She took the oil paper and quickly picked out the five best sugar cakes from it, tied them with a rope, and handed them to Jing Shaoci.

Men usually don't eat such sweet food early in the morning. The woman watched Jing Shaoci put it in his arms and subconsciously joked: "This young man, I guess you bought the sugar cake for your wife to eat?"

Jing Shaoci was slightly stunned, then said with a smile in his eyes: "Yes, my wife loves this thing very much."

Seeing that she was not abrupt, the woman smiled and said: "It's a blessing to have a husband as loving as you."

Jing Shaoci nodded in greeting, then turned back to Hai Yuntian.

"Yan Yan, it's just made, eat it while it's hot."

This kind of sugar cake is made of glutinous rice as the base, coated with a thin layer of bean powder, and then decorated with three-color sugar crumbs to look like petals.

Jing Shaoci's direct feeding attracted the attention of other diners. After all, it was unusual for two men to be so intimate.

But Yan Zixiu first took a look at the sugar cake, then raised his eyes to look at Jing Shaoci, and then directly opened his lips and put the sugar cake into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

After Yan Zixiu swallowed the food in his mouth, he picked up another piece on the oil paper and fed it to Jing Shaoci's mouth, "It's delicious, you try it too."

Jing Shaoci liked all the intimate actions Yan Zixiu did to him, so while holding the sugar cake in his mouth, he also stroked Yan Zixiu's fingers with the tip of his tongue.

After chewing, he said, "You're right, it's really delicious."

As for whether he was talking about the cake or Yan Zixiu's finger, they both knew it.

After finishing breakfast, they walked out of Haiyuntian hand in hand in front of everyone.

"Yanyan, where are we going now?"

Yan Zixiu thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at him and said, "I want to go see my two brothers."

If there is anyone who could make Yan Zixiu angry in his previous life, besides Jing Shaoci, it would be the third senior brother Wei Yuyuan.

Wei Yuyuan was naughty and mischievous since childhood, and even Yin Qinghe said that he was not suitable to be a Taoist priest and should be sent to the village to be a bandit.

Wei Yuyuan often teased Yan Zixiu when he was a child, so when he was nine years old, Yan Zixiu successfully broke his head with a stone.

The eldest senior brother combined the personalities of his master and uncle, being both smart and gentle. The second senior brother inherited Xie Chence's Huangqi technique, and Yan Zixiu inherited Yin Qinghe's Taoism.

Wei Yuyuan only learned the basics of medicine, and his Taoism was far inferior to Yan Zixiu's, but he learned Yin Qinghe's poisonous mouth to the fullest.

He always liked to criticize Yan Zixiu for no reason, but Yan Zixiu became cold and aloof after he started to practice Buddhism, and he never argued with him again.

On the surface, Wei Yuyuan disliked Yan Zixiu, his junior fellow apprentice, but it was also Wei Yuyuan who held Yan Zixiu's legs tightly and refused to let him go when Yan Zixiu decided to take the position of the national teacher, and he did not let go even when Yan Zixiu hit him hard.

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes slightly, and after sensing where Wei Yuyuan was, he frowned very quickly.

"Let's go back to Tianfeng Temple."

Today's Tianfeng Temple is no longer in ruins, with pilgrims moving around, and the incense burner placed in front of the steps is also filled with green smoke.

After the two entered the main hall, they found a disciple and asked, "Can we meet the headmaster?"

The disciple was about to refuse, but when he saw the two men's imposing manner, he didn't dare to make a rash decision. He had to say wait a moment and ran to the alchemy room in the back.

About a cup of tea later, the two were invited to the meditation room.

"Please wait a moment, my two distinguished guests. The headmaster will be here soon."

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, "Thank you."

The two drank tea while waiting. After a while, an arrogant voice sounded outside the door.

Wei Yuyuan was seen swinging his whisk nonchalantly, stepped over the threshold and said, "Who is it that is setting up a canopy on a shit pit and putting on such a stinky airs and wants to see my headmaster brother?"