C7 (1/2)
After a while, Mo Yun was ready.
When he came out and saw Wu Chuan standing outside the door obediently, he felt much better. He could not help but feel proud of himself.
She and Zhixiang had been serving a thousand years.
This little girl came out of nowhere. She was thin and shriveled, and had a thousand-year old green eye.
”Follow me.”
Wu Chuan followed Mo Yun to the teahouse.
”Go, there's a paper, light the fire.”
Mo Yun picked up the teapot, filled it with water, and placed it on the stove. ”Today's the day. From today onwards, you can go to the teahouse and boil some water in the middle of the morning.” Indiscontinuous. ”A thousand years. Every day when I get up, I have to drink a cup of green tea.”
”Also, every day you have to go to the dew on the morning petals. Only the ones before the sun came out. ”
Wangchuan raised a fire piston and raised it to the fire. He looked at Mo Yun with a serious expression.
After Mo Yun finished brewing the tea, he gestured for Wu Chuan to carry it to the main room.
Wei Yi had already risen to his feet. With a cold expression that prevented strangers from approaching him, he cast a sidelong glance.
Mo Yun knelt on the ground and tidied his robes as He Xiang was attending to Wei Yi.
Wangchuan stood to the side, looking at his heart and nose.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Wei Yi extend his bony hand and hurriedly offered the tea to him.
Wei Yi took a sip of the tea, his pitch-black eyes slightly raised as he glanced sideways at Wu Chuan.
”Come and help me put on my shoes.”
The air suddenly froze.
He glanced at Wu Chuan in a different way.
Mo Yun was the same. He stood up and moved to the side.
Wangchuan put down the teacup in his hands and knelt down on the ground with his head slightly lowered. He picked up a pair of black and golden-edged horse boots and put them on Wei Yi's left leg.
His feet were big, and he had put quite a bit of effort into it.
With his heel stuck there, Wu Chuan was unable to get inside. He was at a loss, and his palms began to sweat.