Chapter 258: What's Wrong with Kissing Your Own Disciple?

Yes.

Since I am now the Saint Master's junior sister, I am Mr. Ye, I am Ye Zhuoyu.

Then why must I still carry the burden of the Heavenly Yao Saint Master, caring about things only the Heavenly Yao Saint Master must care about?

He had been cooperating in the performance all along; it was actually his consistent attitude: hoping you would be a little more relaxed.

But at this very moment, it has become a horn of attack: since you are not the Heavenly Yao Saint Master, why can't you fall in love?

Ye Tinglan truly felt every kind of flavor in her heart, extremely complex.

After a long silence, she lifted Lu Xingzhou from the ground, holding him horizontally in a princess carry: "Knowing you are an injured person, don't run around recklessly."

Saying this, she put him back on the bed, reached out to flick his nose, and spoke gently: "Do not rush to cultivate in the current situation; it will have the opposite effect. If you find lying around boring, I will find some books for you to read."

Lu Xingzhou grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving: "Chatting with me is fine too, don't go find books."

Ye Tinglan let him hold her hand and sighed: "Just like a child."

She said that, but in reality, Ye Tinglan knew perfectly well that she was especially susceptible to this; that year, her protective instinct was overflowing. That rascal had long figured it out; she didn't know how much of that pitiful look was deliberately put on.

Sure enough, Lu Xingzhou said: "In front of Mr., I am just a child."

This was too obvious; Ye Tinglan said with a bad temper: "You also know I am your Mr., what do you think you are doing to me like this?"

Lu Xingzhou spoke with righteous confidence: "You are not a real master, we never performed the disciple-acceptance ceremony. In my hometown, pursuing one's private tutor is very common."

Ye Tinglan became even more irritable: "Isn't your hometown Danxia Mountain? I haven't heard of such an upside-down, heaven-defying custom in Xiazhou."

"Yes, the Huo family has bad family traditions; I learned it from them."

Ye Tinglan: "..."

"Besides, a disciple pursuing a Mr. is upside-down and heaven-defying, but a Mr. tormenting a disciple is perfectly logical." Lu Xingzhou closed his eyes: "Come on."

Ye Tinglan couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pinch his face: "Shameless."

If I cared about face and skin, I could never conquer you... Lu Xingzhou could tell that this Mr. seemed to have loosened a string in her heart; her current behavior was obviously much more relaxed and at ease, and she no longer resisted physical contact.

The price was that she really would pinch him.

"Alright." Ye Tinglan casually leaned against the head of the bed beside him, pulled a pill book out of her ring: "Mr. will read with you. This is a secret collection of pill arts from the Heavenly Yao Holy Land, not the public textbook of the Pill Academy, you know."

"So Mr. was hoarding knowledge before, right?"

"Don't get the benefit and still complain; how can things from the Heavenly Yao Holy Land be passed around casually? Hmm... is your mental state capable of reading right now?"

Lu Xingzhou glanced over a few paragraphs but still felt tired.

The traditional vertical characters had no punctuation; after so many years of habit, it was usually fine, but in his current state, it easily made him dizzy. Moreover, this was an obscure pill book, not a novel...

"Not really, it makes me dizzy looking at it." Lu Xingzhou said: "Does Mr. have any storybooks here? Vernacular tales or something?"

Ye Tinglan wouldn't carry such things with her, so she could only say: "I will go ask the shopkeeper to buy one for us."

This was a private courtyard of a small town inn; the Shopkeeper was currently sitting by the inn counter reading a vernacular tale. Ye Tinglan went over, looked, and directly dropped a lump of silver: "Sell me this book."

The Shopkeeper twitched his mouth corners: "Honored guest... are you sure?"

Ye Tinglan thought he meant it was too extravagant to buy a book with silver: "Of course."

The Shopkeeper handed over the book carefully, then immediately scooped the silver into his arms.

Ye Tinglan tucked the vernacular tale under her arm and returned to the room; Lu Xingzhou was eagerly waiting with his head tilted up. Ye Tinglan felt her heart soften just looking at him like this; she stepped forward and leaned against him again, opening the first page: "Is this okay?"

But as soon as she opened it, she was dumbfounded.

The title page was an illustration; the picture directly showed a man and a woman leaning side by side against a bedhead. The woman wore a small belly band, exposing snow-white fragrant shoulders and lotus arms; the man's hand embraced her shoulder, leaning close to her ear as if whispering privately.

How similar it was to the posture of the two of them at this moment; the only difference was that his hand hadn't embraced her yet; it was simply a reflection of reality.

Glancing sneakily at Lu Xingzhou's strange look, as if he suspected Mr. had deliberately gone to buy such a book, his hand moved slightly, as if hesitating whether to imitate the pose in the painting; was this Mr.'s hint?

Ye Tinglan's face turned red; she fiercely turned to the next page: "What is there to look at? It was an accident!"

Lu Xingzhou's eager hand, which hadn't even lifted yet, declared failure.

Fortunately, at least it wasn't an erotic illustration; this vernacular tale should still be decent. The two leaned their heads together to read the first chapter, and as they read, they were dumbfounded again.

It wrote that the protagonist was a top scholar, invited by a certain Hou Fu to be a private tutor for a Young Lady. The Young Lady was a chaste girl who never left the house; she couldn't withstand the rogue's methods, and while taking lessons, she was being touched in various ways, secretly having her hand held, her heart beating like a deer, and so on.

This was not a decent storybook; it was an erotic little yellow book.