Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 567 Black and White

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"This wind is even noisy."

After flushing the teapot with boiling hot water, An Ming brewed a cup of tea with Luofu's finest early spring tea leaves. The fragrance of the tea filled his face, and he leisurely drained the last of the tea.

This tea is naturally good tea, but what is so good about it? Fortunately, this is a treasure I got for free from Jing Yuan. It is bitter but free.

Even a dignified General Shen Ce could not get more of this rare tea in a year. Now Jing Yuan could only watch as An Ming drank up the good tea he had collected for many years.

Jing Yuan stood in front of the pavilion with a few peach petals on his shoulders. This was all thanks to the good thing An Ming did before leaving Luofu three months ago.

There were no peach trees in Luofu originally, but after that day, peach trees really flourished from Taibusi to Xingcha Sea, and I believe they will become a new major feature of Luofu in the future.

This peach tree comes from the company's selected seeds. The petals are perfectly shaped and the fragrance is sweet but not greasy. It has the scent of morning dew when new buds break through the soil in early spring, and also has a romantic scent like love.

"General, why don't you try it too?"

An Ming leaned comfortably on the bamboo chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

He usually drinks the sweet tea that Fu Xuan makes for him. It's really nice to change the taste occasionally.

Of course, the main reason is that An Ming really doesn't want to continue drinking wolfberry and ginseng tea. It may be effective, but it is really unpalatable.

The famous smart girl March Seven once expressed her disbelief. After taking a sip, her face suddenly twisted into the look of an old ginseng. She made several "Pooh" sounds but could still taste the lingering bitterness in her mouth.

It was so bitter that Sanyueqi thought he was reincarnated. But after drinking it, he did feel a warm current in his lower abdomen. Then, An Ming was pestered by the blushing little Sanyue and went to the bedroom again.

Oh my god, ginseng tea! This is basically a drug!

Fu Xuan scratched his head in confusion, "It shouldn't be like this... I have carefully brewed the tea according to the prescription Bai Lu gave me, the medicinal effect shouldn't be so strong."

The little bird, who was curious and took a sip of tea, also had a complicated expression after drinking it. She took the prescription from Fu Xuan, pointed to the line about old mountain ginseng and said, "My dear sister Xuan'er, it says one gram, not one grain!"

Robin complained while trying to suppress the burning sensation in his lower abdomen. Who would use a whole old ginseng to make a pot of tea? No wonder Xiao Sanyue had such a strong reaction. This was no different from taking medicine at all!

Fu Xuan looked away guiltily, muttering softly: "I didn't see it wrong, I was just worried that An Ming's body was not replenished enough, so I put a little more..."

This is a lie. Fu Xuan's common sense suggests that one should put a whole stem in when making tea. After all, she also puts a bunch of peach blossoms in when making sweet tea. If you insist, they are actually the same.

Only after seeing the robin go to the bedroom with a rosy face did Fu Xuan take a sip out of disbelief. As a result, Lord Taibu also tasted it and went to the bedroom happily a few minutes later.

Everyone's original intention was to use ginseng tea to help An Ming recover as soon as possible, but in the end it made An Ming's back pain even worse, and he almost died on the bed.

So at this moment, An Ming completely lost his desire, and came to the pavilion to relax with Jing Yuan. By the way, he took away some of Lao Jing's collection of fine tea for free to reflect on life and time.

An Ming now has a look of indifference and a peaceful life. He has no worldly ideas at all and just wants to stay here and drink tea leisurely.

Ever since he drank the old ginseng tea, Anming could taste the sweetness in any tea, no matter how bitter it was.

"Bullyed by Fu Qing again?"

"Where are the words?!"

An Ming couldn't bear to hear this, so he picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, "My senior sister has always been the most obedient. These are just rumors you heard from the grapevine."

Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled kindly, "It's not gossip, I just guessed it from the look in Fu Qing's eyes."

"What look?"

An Ming turned his head with a calm expression, then immediately turned his head back, looked up at the sky and said, "Ah~ The sky is so blue. I have to go back to the inn. Sorry Yuanzi."

At this time, Lao Ming directly began to demonstrate the unique skills of the An family. He retreated quickly with a smile on his face and could drive the enemy away thousands of miles.

but--

The slender hand "gently" grabbed An Ming's neck and pulled him back to the pavilion as he tried to escape.

"Fu Qing has not neglected his cultivation. This move of White Crane Pointing at the Neck is very beautiful," Jing Yuan clapped his hands with a smile. Now he was in the mood to have a cup of new tea.

"Xuan'er, when did you come?" An Ming turned his head and showed an expression as if he had just seen Fu Xuan. In fact, he was already sweating profusely, fearing that Fu Xuan would drag him back to the inn and give him a pot of old ginseng tea.

Speaking of the aged ginseng, Jing Yuan was really generous. All the ginseng he sent were at least a hundred years old. It cannot be said to be nutritious, but it can only be said that An Ming almost died in bed from the tonic.

Those who know it think it is to replenish him, while those who don’t think it is to provide ammunition refresh for the girls in his dreams!

It’s really not An Mingxu, but anyone who takes over the job for three consecutive days will have to take a break, unless he creates a new destiny on the spot and directly becomes the God of Bitterness who controls the bed!

"You two have just arrived, it's fresh for you two to get together and drink tea," Fu Xuan's almond-shaped eyes stared at An Ming without leaving a trace, but she soon let go of his hand. After all, there were outsiders watching, so she still had to show a more virtuous side.

She held An Ming's arm and said softly, "Why didn't you tell us you were coming out?"

Fu Xuan obviously did not come to call for an explanation, he just felt a little guilty. After all, he had really troubled An Ming these days. Although the crisis of Huanlong was resolved, he could not stay in Luofu and live like this forever... Although it was very happy, not all the problems were solved after all.

An Ming was a little uncomfortable with such a gentle Fu Xuan, but when he thought about it carefully, Fu Xuan who was not arrogant was just so gentle and lovely.

After being stabbed so many times, An Ming has become accustomed to Fu Xuan's way of expressing his love.

"It's a long story. The general wanted to celebrate with me because of the illusion before, saying that we should have a few drinks under this peach tree, but I said no! If I drink, Xuan'er will be worried, but I can't resist the general's invitation, so I can only drink tea instead of wine to share the joy of victory together!"

An Ming's eyes were full of sincerity and he spoke as if it were the truth, which almost choked Jing Yuan, who was drinking tea with his eyes closed and smiling.

Not a buddy? !

This wasn't the expression on his face when I asked him to come for tea, Brother An!

Who was it that said to him an hour ago with a sad face and a sigh: "Yuan, you don't understand the hard work of a married man. You can't control this tea, so let me taste it"?

You betrayed your brother directly when your wife arrested him, right? And you turned your face to him?

The corners of Jing Yuan's mouth twitched slightly and he sighed for a moment. As the saying goes, sorrow will not disappear, it will just be transferred to Jing Yuan's face. At least at this moment, An Ming was just busy laughing.

"Brother Anming didn't say that at the time," Jing Yuan said with a faint smile on his face, "Mr. Fu, I think you need to teach him a lesson and let him drink less."

Although An Ming seldom drinks, he did clink glasses with Jing Yuan just now, and then switched to hot tea.

"General, you don't have to worry about that." Fu Xuan was still very protective of her husband. He held An Ming's hand and put his lips to her ear and said with a red face, "I'll give you a week off. We have discussed it."

Not only that, the women also swore together that if anyone stole the house, they would be punished by not being allowed to enter An Ming's bedroom for a whole month.

An Ming didn't expect Fu Xuan to be so easy to talk to. This couldn't be said to be rare. It could only be said that he was possessed by Huanlong or Sui Yang, or he was dragged into the little bird's Garden of Eden.

Is there such a good thing?

Fu Xuan curled his lips guiltily, thinking that she was not usually that violent towards An Ming...she wouldn't show such a touched look.

"That's great. Then Mr. Fu will take Brother An back to have some rest," Jing Yuan said with a smile, squinting his eyes, and at the same time, he honestly took back the remaining tea leaves with his little hands.

An Ming expressed his disdain for this. If he is not a buddy, do you really think he is afraid of his wife?

Her Fu Xuan was nothing, Emperor An Ming could refine it in an instant!

After thinking about the above content in his mind, An Ming still obediently held Fu Xuan's hand and prepared to return to the inn. On the way, he casually found a topic.

"Xuan'er, I feel like you've grown taller recently."

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

Fu Xuan angrily stepped on An Ming's foot. His amethyst eyes were also very cute when he was angry, like a kitten with its fur standing on end. An Ming could not help teasing Fu Xuan.

After all, unlike Liuying, Fu Xuan is like teasing a cat, so cute.

Robin understood this very well, otherwise she wouldn't have been trying to sabotage Fu Xuan all day long. She just liked to see Fu Xuan's cute look when his anger stood up.

Although tsundere is out of fashion, it is unlikely to be out of fashion, especially for a top-level tsundere like Fu Taibu, who has directly proven to be a cute star god.

"Ahem... I have been a little indulgent these days," Fu Xuan said with a red face after waiting for a while, "I will make it up to you these days. You can have whatever you want."

An Ming's eyes widened this time. Was the man in front of him really the arrogant Fu Xuan? He could actually hit such a perfect straight shot!

"Anything is okay?"

"Of course, anything is fine! I'm not as smooth-talking as you!"

Fu Xuan thought to himself that since An Ming still owned her body, could there be any more unreasonable demands? Thinking of this, the corner of Master Taibu's mouth curved up.

"That..."

An Ming rubbed the flesh on the side of Fu Xuan's belly along the crook of his arm and whispered something in Fu Xuan's ear.

After hearing this, Fu Xuan's cheeks instantly turned a beautiful red. Her beautiful eyes avoided An Ming's gaze and she replied shyly, "You...you don't want to rest? How can you rest if that's the case?"

"Xuan'er, you know, my willpower has always been as strong as protection!"

"Color embryo!"

Fu Xuan blushed, but finally nodded gently, "Then, we can't let them know." She felt the warmth of An Ming's palm, and although she was very shy, she did not refuse.

It was not until the stream beside the street reflected a layer of swaying rays of light that Fu Xuan and An Ming returned to the inn hand in hand. They did not talk much along the way, but Fu Xuan always raised his snow-white neck and stared at An Ming's profile.

Just like ordinary people, they strolled on the streets at dusk after dinner, told each other interesting things that happened, and went home to rest after nightfall.

That was the life Fu Xuan had fantasized about countless times, but it was always out of reach. She just cherished the moment she could feel it.

But the closer you get to the truth, the further away you are from such a life. But if you don’t seek the truth, you will never be able to truly have peace and security.

Compared to the future, Fu Xuan would choose An Ming, so even if she is not happy in the end...she doesn't want to regret it again.

Fu Xuan wants to use divination and the eye on her forehead to change the future. The weak self she once was has already died in the past, and the sword in her hand is the proof of her rebirth after bathing in blood.

Even the demonic body cannot completely devour her will, and her will far exceeds the wear and tear caused by her lifespan.

It can be said that in terms of mental aspect, Fu Xuan has almost no flaws, not to mention that she possesses the Dharma Eye and has a very high resistance to mental attacks.

Fu Xuan knew that she might not be as powerful as Huang Quan, the robin, now, but in order to protect An Ming, she would eventually cross that line and become a stronger person than the envoy.

Although he said that, the current situation still made Fu Xuan feel shy.

"This... this will do!"

Fu Xuan blushed as she slightly lifted a corner of her nightgown, revealing her delicate and smooth black pantyhose, and a different kind of scenery could be seen in the deep part.

Seeing this, An Ming didn't care about Brother Yao's listlessness, and immediately activated the hero's secret of burning anger again, "Senior sister, this outfit really suits you."

"Slippery tongue," Fu Xuan blushed as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs pressed tightly together, "Hurry up... don't let them find out."

Although this kind of thing is a little embarrassing, it would be okay if it was only An Ming. But if the other girls in the dream knew about it, Fu Xuan would really be devastated.

Although An Ming lies down every day, this is the first time he uses Xuan'er's legs as a pillow like this. This was also a request he had made before.

That was to ask Fu Xuan to wear black stockings and let him rest his head on them for a while. After all, he had never seen Fu Xuan wearing black, and Lord Taibu always preferred white.

Of course it’s not that white is bad, but An Ming is very curious about what Fu Xuan would look like in black.

I have to say that black is more charming than white. Even Ah Xing, who is only good at abstract work, will look extremely sexy in it.

If you close your eyes, you can smell a hint of peach blossom fragrance, accompanied by a girlish body odor. The effect is far better than any so-called soothing fragrance.

Resting his head on Fu Xuan's legs, An Ming soon fell into a sound sleep.

Fu Xuan lowered his head and stared at An Ming's eyebrows. His amethyst-like eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly. He reached out and gently rubbed An Ming's cheek.

"fool."

Fu Xuan smiled, then raised his head and saw several heads appearing on the door frame.

This time it will definitely be completed!!!