"Reincarnation?" Ye Qingan's scattered eyes slowly converged on Ye Qingcheng's face. He burst out laughing, his voice was desolate, and Hu Lu felt inexplicably sad when he heard it, "If I want to be reincarnated, will I still use you to save me?"

"Big brother..." Ye Qingcheng stopped talking.

The woman in white standing at the other end suddenly said, "Today you have to vote if you want, and you have to vote if you don't want to." Her voice was cold, and although she spoke harsh words, her expression was extremely indifferent.

Ye Qingcheng

His temper was stabbed out by this woman, he snorted coldly, and scolded: "Where is the idle person waiting, disturbing my brothers talking!" He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and beat him, Hu Lu hurriedly grabbed him He kept reminding: "She seems to be here to help you, to help your brother reincarnate."

The woman in white said to Ye Qingan, "My name is White Ghost, and I can absorb the ghosts in people's hearts. This time, I was entrusted by my old friend to come to collect your obsessions in your soul and help you reincarnate." Ye Qingan sneered, before speaking. , and saw the white ghost taking out a sapphire hairpin, she said, "If the old man's last wish is not fulfilled, I will only use it."

"Last Wish?" Ye Qingan was stunned, "She died?"

Bai Gui acquiesced, she walked slowly to Ye Qing'an, took out the pen in her sleeve, and pressed it between Ye Qing'an's eyebrows: "The ghost in your heart, I'll take it away."

Ye Qingan lost his mind, and the white ghost glanced at Ye Qingcheng and said, "If you want to bring your brother's soul back, you should take advantage of it now."

"Huh?" Hu Lu was stunned, only to feel that Ye Qingcheng suddenly released her hand and walked towards Ye Qing'an, the golden light condensed in his hand became more and more dazzling, almost covering his figure, Hu Lu suddenly felt in his heart When she fell into a piece, she hurriedly chased two steps forward, reached out and grabbed it forward, but she was empty.

She looked up, her eyes full of panic and overwhelm: "Are you leaving now?"

Ye Qingcheng, who was chanting the curse with all his heart, heard Hu Lu's call, and turned around as if he remembered: "Stupid gourd..."

Hu Lu suddenly scolded: "Your sister! Before I went out, I cooked such a big pot of porridge for you, and it took me a few days to finish it all by myself!"

Ye Qingcheng did not despise her as before, but frowned deeply. His figure gradually faded in the golden light, and Hu Lu's angry brows gradually softened. She twitched the corner of her mouth, and bright tears filled her eyes: "Ye Qingcheng..."

It was the first time she had called his name so reluctantly.

As if he didn't care, Ye Qingcheng suddenly stretched out his hand, passed through the brilliant golden light, and placed it in front of Hu Lu: "Go back with me. I'll marry you."

Hu Lu stared at him blankly, forgetting to move.

"hurry up!"

She stared at Ye Qingcheng's brows and eyes, and burst out laughing in tears, she covered her mouth and laughed even more happily, her tears fell faster, but her footsteps were receding. One step, two steps, farther and farther away from Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng frowned, Hu Lu choked and said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I don't like you that much..."

She hasn't liked him so much to the point of desperate, abandoning the past, regardless of her parents, regardless of relatives and friends, she hasn't fallen in love with Ye Qingcheng so much, so she retreated.

"Stupid... gourd..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was filled with unspeakable tenderness, and then with the disappearance of the golden light, everything he had left with Hu Lu's world.

She covered her mouth, leaned against the wall, unable to slide down, and couldn't help but burst into tears in the empty corridor in the middle of the night.

end

After January.

Hu Lu was cooking instant noodles in the kitchen, she was humming a song, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Suddenly, the flames in the stove jumped strangely, and Hu Lu was still wondering when he heard a familiar voice shout: "Stupid gourd, hurry up, I'm so greedy for my uncle."

She took a deep breath, turned around in disbelief, and suddenly saw that the person sitting at the dining table was the scourge of Ye Qingcheng!

"You... why did you come back?"

"Hmph, I said I'm marrying you, do you want me to be a widower or a widow?"

Hu Lu cleaned up her shocked expression, she wiped her sweat and said, "No, if you leave for a while, I will find someone to marry."

"You dare! You have to serve the uncle for the rest of your life."

"You better go, it's too tired to serve you..."

"Hmph, a duplicitous woman." He looked at Hu Lu's red eyes from crying, his heart warmed slightly, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Forget it, I'm just too kind, I reluctantly allow you and me Sit down."

☆, ghost hairpin (on)

Chapter One

"Wow!"

The cry of the child resounded through the mountains, and a bird was startled. In the hollow of the woods, a big tiger with hanging eyes opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the five-year-old child in Chinese clothes in front of him hungry.

Between the lightning and flint, a fist-sized stone smashed on the tiger's head. This action attracted the tiger's attention, but it did not bring deterrence. The tiger glared viciously at the person above the depression. She was an extremely thin woman, wearing a blue-white cloth skirt on a white background. In the backlight, the cold light reflected in the woman's eyes was particularly intimidating.

"roll."

The woman gave a light drink, and the tiger, who was still aggressive just now, whimpered and ran with its tail between its tails as if it had been beaten.

The child was terrified and kept crying. The woman walked in front of him and squatted down. She stared at the child silently for a while, and when she heard the child's voice, she was almost hoarse, and she hesitated to put her hand up. She placed it on his head and patted it lightly, her fingertips trembled inexplicably at this moment:

"Don't be sad, don't cry."

Such comfort is useless, she thought for a while, then took out a few pieces of ròugān from her pocket: "Are you hungry?"

The child slowly stopped crying when he smelled the ròu incense, his watery eyes stared at the ròugān in the woman's palm, and nodded earnestly, "I'm hungry."

"Let's eat." The child sat on the ground and started to eat ròugān. The woman looked at him quietly, the gentle warmth in her eyes slowly seeping out, "Where is your home? How come you are here alone?"

While chewing on ròugān, the child tilted his head and thought for a long time, then muttered softly: "Prince Xian's mansion. Grandma went to the temple on the mountain. I chased butterflies and Feifei came out." Not difficult to understand. The woman was slightly startled, and her eyes fell on the longevity lock on his chest, the only son of King Xian. The woman smiled bitterly in her heart, but she did not expect that he would join the royal family in this life.

"I'll take you back." The child was so tired that he refused to walk. She looked at him for a while, and finally squatted down with a sigh.

"Come on, I'll carry you."

She rescued the little prince who had been missing for two days. King Xian promised her a wish. The woman said, "My name is Qingzui, and I came to Beijing to find my husband. Now that I have no place to stay in the capital, King Xian is willing to let her I'll stay in the mansion for a while?"

It was a very reasonable request, and King Xian allowed her directly.

After Qing Zhui lived in Prince Xian's mansion, Wen Jing, the youngest son, often came to look for her and was very affectionate to her. This child has never been so clingy, and everyone in the palace is very surprised. What's even more surprising is that after March, the little prince mentioned a poem on his father's desk. King Xian was surprised and delighted when he saw it, and hurriedly dragged Wen Jing to ask who taught him.

The child, with his hands behind his back, looked like an elegant scholar and said, "It was taught by Qingzhuo, and she also taught me a lot of things, but she said that I will have another master in the future, and then she will not teach me again. Father , can you just let Qing Zhui be my master, she taught me very well."

can come up with such a poem,

Of course it is excellent. King Xian stroked his beard and nodded in agreement.

After getting the answer he wanted, Wen Jing pretended to be an adult and immediately broke the attack. He hugged King Xian fiercely, and shouted and ran out: "Qing Zui! Qing Zui! You are going to be my master. !"

King Xian shook his head and said with a smile: "This kid, he is not a wife after begging the master, so beautiful!"

Wen Jing screamed and jumped into the Taoyuan where Qing Chuan was trapped. He threw his head in Qing Chuan's arms, and after rubbing for a while, he raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes. Qing Zui smiled lightly with his lips bent: "Then you are worshipping me as your teacher today. Enter my door and get a magic name."

Wen Jing pouted, puzzled: "But isn't that what the monk took?"

Qing Zhui blinked and said silently for a while: "Then let's take the Taoist name."

But isn't that only taken by Taoist priests... Wen Jing glanced at Qing Zhe, and giggled brilliantly: "Qing Zhe says what he says."

Qing Zui touched his head and said softly, "Is it okay to call Ye Qing'an?" Her voice was slightly lowered, with a vague sense of unease, like the darkness hidden behind the sun, dormant in her heart and unable to be removed. , "In the future, when I become your master, I will call you in peace, okay?"

Wen Jing didn't understand anything, he just answered loudly with a bright smile: "Okay!"

Chapter two

The light of the chūn was just right, the warm wind came slowly, and lifted the bright red on the peach blossom head. The petals danced with the wind and fell on the chessboard, and a white stone gently pressed it. The woman smiled and said, "Qing'an, you lost."

The boy sitting across from her was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He put down Heizi and sighed: "Qing Zui's chess skills are almost beyond perfection, who can beat you."

Qing Zhan shook his head: "There is one person, I have never won against him once."

"Who is so capable?"

Qing Zhui was silent, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "My husband."

The hand holding the teacup froze slightly, Ye Qingan lowered his eyes, and said lightly: "I heard that Qingzhui entered the capital because of the search for her husband, how many years have you searched? Are you still persistent in your heart after so long? ?"

"How long have I been looking for... I also forgot, he disappeared a long time ago. As for persistence..." Qing Zhui looked at the falling peach blossoms in the courtyard, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with persistence, just because he is worth it."

Qing Cha accidentally shook out the teacup, Ye Qingan hurriedly stood up, Qing Zhe was also surprised, and subconsciously took out the embroidered handkerchief to wipe it for him, but Ye Qingan took two steps back a little abnormally, he tried to calm down With an expression on his face, he pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, the tea is not hot, I'll go back to the room and change clothes first." After saying that, he turned around and left, his footsteps taking on a hint of panic.

That night, Ye Qingan agreed for the first time with the proposal of Lord Fang Xiaohou and went to the legendary land of wind and moon.

After drinking three glasses of wine, the whole world shook. Lord Fang Xiaohou kindly sent him into a room, and the woman in pink immediately followed up and helped him onto the bed. His world keeps spinning

Turning around, there was only one woman's clear yet gentle voice that kept ringing in her ears, "Qing'an, Qing'an." This name seemed to have the magic power of making people happy, calling out the woman's slightly indifferent eyebrows and eyes. gentle.

He felt that his clothes were slowly being taken off by someone, and the person in front of him seemed to overlap with the person in his mind. She called his name and stroked his chest, and his lower abdomen heated up fiercely with the youthful arrogance.

Clear pendant...

His, master...

Suddenly woke up! Ye Qing quickly broke away the hands of the woman under him and sat up.

"Young Master?" A soft and boneless voice sounded behind him, Ye Qingan closed his eyes tightly, it wasn't Qing Zui, no one could do it. The burning, almost stinging lower abdomen made him see clearly the long-hidden thoughts in his heart.

Ye Qingan gritted her teeth secretly, even if she understood that she was much older and he was his master, even if she understood that she was married to another woman, even if she heard countless people discussing why her appearance did not change at all, even if she suspected that she could do sorcery. However, he still had such wicked thoughts. He pulled up the placket and pushed the door straight away.