The candles in Nanmu Xiaolou were bright, and Xinna's aunt, Xiaotao, was sitting beside the bed. Because she didn't know what happened outside, and she was the bride, she sat alone in the house for a long time. She felt that it had been a long time since the blue sedan chair lifted her into this unfamiliar courtyard in the afternoon, and time had passed slowly, so slowly that it was heartbreaking. He even fell asleep on the bed inexplicably and woke up, but his husband was still not by his side.

Xiao Tao didn't dare to move, even though her body felt stiff, she still didn't dare to move at all. She hung her neck and watched her pink handkerchief continue to wait. I don't know how long it took, the sound of the wheelchair reel came from the yard, which was very cordial at this time. Xiao Tao sighed softly, and the tense nerve in her head relaxed, and her daughter's shyness of marrying returned again. Came to my heart, pink cheeks slightly red.

Shen Qingxuan came upstairs, waved the maids back in the outer room, maneuvered the wheelchair to approach, and then pushed open the wooden door of the wing. What appeared in front of her was the bride who was wearing a woman's bun and bowed her head shyly. She sat sideways by the bed, and the candlelight reflected on the small auricle, turning red.

Shen Qingxuan looked at the figure, the color in his eyes changed, unpredictable. When he approached the past, it was already a habitual smile, not showing anything but the gentleness of the smile, and there was no other emotion mixed in it. No one could see anything from his smile. Not even himself.

Shen Qingxuan stopped in front of Xiao Tao, and the two faced each other. Xiao Tao was extremely shy and buried her head even more deeply. Shen Qingxuan stretched out his hand, held up the round lower jaw, and lifted the pink neck up. He only felt that his hands were soft and greasy, and there was a faint fragrance in his breath. The girl who did not usually look closely at this time was wearing silk and satin. The beaded tassel is also a bit unfamiliar. In addition to that shyness, Shen Qingxuan thought to himself, this can be regarded as a beautiful family.

In normal times, Shen Qingxuan couldn't bear to embarrass her. After all, it's a girl who grew up watching her. Shen Qingxuan remembered the day when she came to her house with her mother, she also looked timid, hiding behind her mother, her big eyes flickering like a little rabbit. Before I knew it, the little girl back then could already be a wife and mother. It has to be said that time is fleeting.

Xiao Tao didn't know what he was going to do next, but her heart skipped a beat, as if she had a lively little rabbit in her arms. She was both ashamed and looking forward to it. Getting married was a big event in her daughter's life. He is also knowledgeable. Although he is not in good health, he is a talented person, and his family is solid. Although he is small, he is happy in his heart. The admiration and ulterior motives accumulated over time have come true overnight. Xiao Tao thought that she would treat him better and better in the future. Serving by the pillow, serving tea and pouring water, is a no-brainer. In the future, when my sister enters the door, she must be nice to her, not to compete with her for jealousy, and to be as respectful as Er Yiniang is to Shen's mother. Just want to be safe and happy.

Xiao Tao thought this way, just like the second aunt who first entered the Shen family, she was also a child, and she felt the same way.

But Shen Qingxuan didn't think so, he just held Xiao Tao's chin, rubbed the powder cheek for a moment, and then put his hand away. Then, he made a gesture.

This gesture is very familiar to Xiao Tao, and in the past, it would even feel friendly. Because it means the master's pity for her. At this moment, when Xiao Tao saw his gesture, she felt in a trance. Can't understand why.

That gesture means: you rest early.

The voice of Mu Kulu rang again, Shen Qingxuan made a gesture, turned around and entered the study. Xiao Tao was left alone, sitting beside the bed, unable to regain her senses for a long time, and for some unknown time, her eyes gradually turned red and tears fell.

This happened overnight, and at noon the next day, Xiao Tao was moved to another courtyard as her aunt. She followed two maids and her aunt, and stayed alone that night. The third night...the fourth night, every night.

The southern courtyard of the Shen residence originally belonged to Shen Qingxuan. The main courtyard was the Nanmu Building. The courtyard in the courtyard turned nine and eighteen turns. Naturally, there was another courtyard dedicated to concubines, and Xiao Tao lived in another courtyard.

The maids were stubborn and discussed the matter quietly, and soon the rumors spread in the mansion, saying that the eldest young master didn't like Xiao Tao, and Xiao Tao climbed the high branches in vain. I don’t know how these private discussions spread to the outside world. The people outside have three kinds of teachings, all kinds of colors, and their mouths are a bit vulgar. When they talk about it, they give birth to new speculations. They think that the young master Shen suffers from a “hidden disease”, so he let him The beautiful concubine guarded her body. This rumor came back to the Shen residence through some unknown channel, and there were too many people talking about it at the moment. Finally, one day, Mother Shen was shocked.

Mother Shen came to her son's room in the middle of the night, and saw that he was alone on the bed with a single quilt, and there was no festive look on his face as he did Zhou Gong's ritual. I found Lang Zhong.

Shen Qingxuan was suspicious of what he was looking for with Lang Zhong at first, but later he understood. I had no choice but to shake my head, write the lines, and say that I am very good. The person was sent away, and a person was sulking in the room behind closed doors. How can you not be angry? Except for the part below the knee that was completely frozen to death and unable to move, everything else was fine, but he was thought to be suffering from a "hidden disease". Nonsence!

Lying alone on the bed at night, Shen Qingxuan, who had been sulking all day, took out the bead from under the pillow and played with it. Shen Qingxuan just took it in his hand, tapped the beads with his fingernails, and said, "This round little thing has no holes and no eyes. What should I do if I put it in my purse and lose it? You put a thread on me."

When he talked to Zhuzi, where would Zhuzi take care of him, one person and one Zhuzi spent a cup of tea together in loneliness, Shen Qingxuan was actually relieved, and his mood improved inexplicably. After turning off the lights, he stuffed the beads under the pillow again, and fell asleep.

Waking up the next day, after taking a shower on the bed, Shen Qingxuan habitually took off the pillow and took the beads, intending to put them in his purse and carry them close to him. As soon as the pillow was lifted, he was stunned.

I saw the red bead that had no holes and no eyes lying there, but was crossed by a golden thread.

A smile appeared on Shen Qingxuan's face, and that smile spread from the corners of his lips rolled up to the bottom of his dark eyes. The smile lasted all day.

That night, sleeping on the couch, Shen Qingxuan tapped the red bead on his chest with his fingernails, and said, "I heard Xu Mingshi say that he went to find you, but is it true? If it is true, you should also know the two pieces in your hand. Treasure, tell me to promise him. I just lied and said that things are with me in order to make things smooth. If you don't want to give it, you can't give it to him in the future. Anyway, the results of cultivation are empty words. Lay is lame."

After he finished speaking, he waited for the red bead to move, waited and waited, and the red bead was still a red bead, lying on his chest dumbfoundedly, motionless.

Shen Qingxuan was sleepy waiting, and fell asleep accidentally.

The next day woke up, and before opened eyes, realized something was wrong. The tip of nose was cold, and there was an unusual chill. Shen Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a white dress on the pillow beside his face, and a small copper-colored cauldron standing on the dress.

Shen Qingxuan subconsciously lowered his head to look at his chest, the red bead slid along with his movements and rolled to the position of his collarbone.

Cold and cold.

However, Shen Qingxuan felt that he was heating up, as if a flame had ignited in his body, burning the life-sustaining thing in his chest that kept beating with incomparable enthusiasm.

Closing his eyes, Shen Qingxuan heard a cry in his heart: Yimo.

imo.

The two words that were shouted silently contained deep affection that made him feel heartbroken.

From then on, Shen Qingxuan would come to find something every night, saying that he wanted to read the legendary solitary classics, which were said to be collected only in the palace. When I opened my eyes the next day, the book appeared beside my pillow and lay there quietly.

When he opened the page, there were handwritings on the eyebrows and feet. It was obviously an annotation made by people who read books in the past. Shen Qingxuan turned it over and found a line of Zhou Zheng's handwriting in it. It was what Yimo did when he saw it, Shen Qingxuan didn't have any doubts, and immediately confirmed it.

When reading a book, there are some different feelings contained in it, which is serious and touching.

After nearly half a month, Shen Qingxuan calculated that he would summon the concubine that had been left out for a month tomorrow and settle the affair.

A month of cold is enough. After all, she is also his concubine, and will be his child's mother in the future.

That night, Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed again, holding the beads, and talking about his plans. When it comes to having sex tomorrow night, Shen Qingxuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know what it's like to be happy with a woman." And, in this regard, he is a real novice. Although the body also knows about sex, but after all, the whole process was led by Yimo last time, and he only needs to lie down. But tomorrow night will be led by him, but he is physically disabled. Thinking like this, he has a pimple in his heart.

The next day, when Shen Qingxuan woke up, he was accustomed to touching the pillow. The first time he started, he heard the rustling sound of paper. When he opened his eyes and looked carefully, Shen Qingxuan's face was instantly flushed again, and he hurriedly opened the bed and looked at it like a thief. All around, the book and drawings were all gathered into the quilt.

This time, what Yimo sent was all erotica. Various poses, pictures and words, and detailed annotations. Even if the yellow-haired child saw it, he could understand it.

Shen Qingxuan locked himself in the room, not allowing anyone to disturb him, and locked himself up for another day. All day, his face was red.

There is no other reason. In the picture, all the movements that are light and labor-saving, do not require leg strength but only waist strength, were circled by Yimo with a red pen, and he also used his Zhou Zheng's dignified font as a small reminder. For example: this is possible. such as.

Intercourse that night.

Xiao Tao really became a bride, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a woman's grace in her demeanor.

Shen Qingxuan stayed with her for one night, but the next day he returned to his small building and fell asleep alone. Xiao Tao knew that this person's mind was not on her at all.

More than a month later, Xiao Tao suddenly covered her mouth and walked out during breakfast. Although she was still slender, Shen Qingxuan could see traces on her back.

Thinking of his own blood in that delicate body, Shen Qingxuan felt an emotion in his heart, and this emotion even broke through his gloomy and gloomy inside, revealing on his face, it was a kind of peaceful joy of being a father. When Xiao Tao covered her lips and came back, she found that sitting at the table, the always quiet and distant husband was smiling at her. Although her husband laughed every day, Xiao Tao suddenly realized that this was the real smile.

The smile was half for her, and half for the child in her womb that had yet to reveal any shape.

The Shen family is about to have their first grandchild. Even if they were born in a separate house, the Shen family is very happy, and they take care of Xiao Tao more abundantly than before. Xiao Tao listened to a lot of gossip when she was indifferent, and felt a little uneasy in her heart. Later, she had a baby in her womb and received a lot of care, and the injustice gradually faded away. Her husband is still very indifferent to her, and since she was pregnant, she has not been allowed to serve her any more. Xiao Tao didn't complain about this, she knew in her heart that her husband's thoughts were not on her, not to mention that she was only a small child, and she would be able to rely on her in the future when she had a child. Even if she can't be spoiled, her sister will not be afraid of being bullied when she enters the door in the future. In this way, Xiao Tao's face also calmed down, with the kindness and kindness of a mother.

Shen Qingxuan was happy in his heart for many days, the most obvious manifestation was that he spent significantly less time muttering to the beads at night, instead he was sitting by the candlelight with clothes on, thinking about naming his child, not knowing whether it was a boy or a girl, I thought of two names, a boy and a girl. It wasn't until he settled on the name in his mind that he remembered that he hadn't spoken to Yimo for a few days-although he had spoken to Zhuzi. But he knew Emma could hear. Because the bead was made of Yimo's blood.

That night, I took the beads and talked about my children again. I wrote the name I thought of, wrote it on a piece of paper, and held it up to show the bead on my chest. Although the face is still light, the expression is flying, and the joy is beyond words. Didn't sleep until midnight.

The next day before he opened his eyes, Shen Qingxuan remembered what happened the night before, so he stumbled and touched the pillow. There's going to be Emma's stuff there, he knows.

The hand was empty. Only the smoothness of brocade and nothing else.

Still in disbelief, Shen Qingxuan immediately opened his eyes, rummaged on the bed, tossing and turning, sweating all over, even the quilt slipped to the ground and found nothing.

"...Why don't you give gifts?" Shen Qingxuan knocked on the beads, and joked with a smile that was not a smile: "It's really stingy."

The bead never responded, and this time was no exception.

Shen Qingxuan released the lock and held the bead in the palm of his hand. After examining it carefully, there was nothing unusual, it was still red and bloody, and it was rich and shiny. After looking at it for a long time, he hung it on his chest and put it on the skin again. Shen Qingxuan snorted: "Could it be that you are feeling sour and jealous at this time?" Clearly, but also know that maybe one day he will eat Yimo's vinegar, but Yimo, but he will never eat his vinegar. That person is going to cultivate to become an immortal. The six faculties are to be purified.

It is a thousand years of cultivation, ruthless and ruthless. He has gradually come to know this.

In the past, I thought that Yimo hated himself, and happiness was like a kindness. In fact, Shen Qingxuan also understood from the grease he received on his birthday. Yimo didn't hate being happy with himself, otherwise he wouldn't take that thing. It was given as a birthday present, so Yimo didn't hate himself, and even had a good impression of him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't always answer his request, although his request was trivial to the snake demon, such as sleeping until the night and suddenly saying that he wanted to eat Dongcheng's little wonton the next morning, of course, This is just a good impression, it can only be said that the impression of him is not bad. It has nothing to do with personal feelings at all, and naturally I don't like it.

Shen Qingxuan even wanted to ask Yimo if he had ever liked anyone in his thousand years of life.

Of course, in this case, he would not ask at this time. Some questions can only be answered when they are raised at the right time. Shen Qingxuan has understood this truth since he was a child.

So, this time, why did Yimo suddenly disappear without warning?

Shen Qingxuan thought that when he woke up, he would see something like a longevity lock beside his pillow.

While he was getting dressed, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Is there something delaying Emerson? Shen Qingxuan thought about it, solved it by himself, and quickly returned to normal. It's just that there is a haze in my heart, as if something is going to happen, I feel unknown.

Did something happen to Emma? As soon as this thought appeared, he couldn't contain it, Shen Qingxuan took a deep breath, and he didn't know how many thoughts passed through his mind. All worries and worries.

Shen Qingxuan brought his servant back to the courtyard in the mountain. The sudden decision surprised the Shen family. Mother Shen advised him to stay, because Xiao Tao was pregnant and it was inconvenient to ride the car on the mountain road. However, Shen Qingxuan decided to leave, leaving Xiao Tao behind instead of taking her.

No one could change his decision. In the afternoon, Shen Qingxuan returned to the mountains. Xu Mingshi also said that the mountain was a good place to go, and he wanted to come together.

Shen Qingxuan was worried about Yimo's accident, thinking that Xu Mingshi had some moral behavior, if there was really something wrong, he could be of help, so he took him.

A group of people returned to this other courtyard, which had been quiet for many days, and suddenly it became lively.

Shen Qingxuan didn't want people to see the clues. After returning to the courtyard, as usual, he ordered people to trim the flowers and plants in the garden, wiped off the rain stains on the decorations in the courtyard, and settled Xu Mingshi's residence. Had dinner.

It wasn't until night that I had to sit idle in the house, clutching the red bead and sitting alone by the candlelight.

I don't know how long he sat and the people he waited for didn't come. Shen Qingxuan felt that his limbs were getting cold little by little, and he had no other thoughts, he just whispered in a trance: "If you have anything, come to me. I have nothing to do, only a pair of skins, if necessary, I can block some swords for you." Having said this, his heart was full of sadness, and he couldn't imagine the days of losing Yimo at all.

I didn't even dare to think about it, as long as the thoughts in my mind floated a little, my chest suddenly felt like a sharp weapon stabbed, it was cold and painful, and even the bone marrow seemed to be emptied.

Shen Qingxuan realized this, and he also understood that the root of this love could not be cut off with determination. With such a heartless and scheming black-hearted man as he is now, he is willing to live and die for others.

"Emo."

Shen Qingxuan shouted, facing the air.

"Come earlier," he said. He lowered his head, raised his head again, and said a thousand words, and finally only four words were gathered, and he muttered, as if talking to himself, and said softly, "I miss you."

I miss you. Shen Qingxuan said.

There is no other love to say, just these four words, it seems that he has exhausted his life's love.