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    This evening, Chu nightning and ink burned together in a room, the ink burned heartless, and soon fell asleep on the ground, but Chu Evening could not help but some of his mind drifting over and over for a long time before he barely slept.

    Closing your eyes, there seems to be a whistling sound of strong winds blowing snow.

    Chu night Ning opened his throat and found himself lying in the snow.

    ……dream?

    But why is it so real, as if I have experienced it at some point?

    This is a winter season, the sky is lead-gray, the clouds are thick and heavy, coming from the distant mountains, all the way into the earth. The snow has accumulated a lot of feet, enough to have no ankles, cold in the cold, even though he is wearing a big cockroach, still stunned by the chill of the cheekbones.

    Chu nightning looked down at the azure crepe, embroidered with delicate silky lines on the silver thread. He felt that this big cockroach was familiar, but this familiarity was fleeting and could not be captured very quickly.

    "..."

    I don't understand why I would do such a dream of living a sin. Chu nighting is ready to stand up, but the body is not like her own. He is still squatting on the ground until the frost and snow fall on his shoulders, and the eyelashes are condensed with ice. Still did not mean to get up.

    "Chu Zongshi, the sun is dark, I won't see you tonight, let's go back."

    There was a trembling old voice that sounded behind him.

    The self in the dream did not look back, the footsteps sounded after themselves, and some people stepped on the snow and hit the umbrella around him.

    Chu nightning heard himself saying: "Thank you Liu Gong. When you are old, you should go back to the water and rest, I will stay."

    "Gentle..."

    The old voice still wants to say something again, Chu said lately: "Go back."

    The faint voice sighed, dragging heavy steps, and learned how to take a few steps, and then folded back, holding a umbrella for the night.

    "The old slave is with the master."

    Chu Xiaoning felt that he was blind in his dreams and stopped talking.

    He couldn't help but be more and more strange. This is really a very absurd dream. Both the self and the old man are talking about an incomprehensible conversation.

    What is "Kneeling", what "Liu Gong" is not the familiar comprehension world, it is like the deep palace courtyard.

    He tried hard to look through the body and look at the scene in this dream from the eyes of the drooping. It seems to be like a dead or alive, but it is a little different.

    The house is still almost the same, just adding a lot of extravagant little things. The cloister around the courtyard is filled with snow-blue embroidered stars, and the beasts are covered with octagonal bells. The wind blows like a ring, and the ringing sounds seem to come from Hongmeng.

    He faced the main hall and squatted. There was a row of guards in front of the temple. It was also a dress he had never seen before. I don’t know which martial art person.

    The sky is getting darker and darker. The fishermen go out to a row of high-pitched palace ladies. They are fine-handed, and they ignite the two left and right bronze lamps. The lampstands are one person high, a total of nine floors, each floor spreads out. Seventy-seven forty-nine 盏 盏 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 铜 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七 七

    When I lit the light, the head of the Omiya woman took a look at Chu’s night, and the yin and yang sneered in a sneer: "This big night is freezing cold, and who is so bitter? Who is the next time, you are enjoying yourself, even if you are in the wild, No one sympathizes with you."

    How to let it go!

    Chu Xiaoning lived to the present, who would dare to talk to him like this, could not help but anger, but opened his mouth, the voice is his own voice, but he could not help but say something else.

    "I came here this time, but to stir up his Yaxing, there is something to talk about, and I want the girl to be wanted."

    "Who are you, what do I want to do for you?" The majestic woman said, "When you are under the sorrows of the majesty, who would dare to disturb them? If you want to see your majesty, you will continue to squat, tomorrow. Get up, maybe you can still look at you with your heart, hehe."

    The old slaves behind Chu’s night can’t listen, and trembled: “Knowing that your mother is a pet, but you don’t look at who is speaking with you? Is there no three-point German?”

    "Who am I talking to? Who is the life and death? Who knows the most annoying thing about him is him? I need to be respectful when I talk to him! You have the courage to teach me this old thing!" , angry, "come!"

    "What are you going to do!" The old man couldn't help but step forward in the first two steps, squatting in front of the night.

    The lady of the palace gave him a look, and she sighed: "Turn out the two pots of charcoal fire outside."

    "Yes!"

    Someone immediately came over and poured out the charcoal pot that was born in the courtyard.

    Chu night Ning thought, although this palace girl is hard, but it is not a stupid person. This day, the ice is strong, she does not need to directly interact with the other side, falling into the tongue. As long as the two pots of charcoal are destroyed, the yard is the same as the ice cave. Even the good body bones may not be able to withstand half a night.

    The night is deeper, and the temple is warm and spring, and the songs are bursting.

    Chu nightning is still squatting, legs and feet have been numb.

    "Guru... Go back..."

    The voice of the old slaves has been brought to the crying.

    "Go back, your body is tight, you know the sire. If you are frozen, I am afraid that you will not send a medical officer to take a trip. You should treasure it yourself."

    Chu night Ning whispered: "There is a residual body, why not hang it. If you can stop him from entering the Kunlun Snow Palace, I am not enough to die."

    "Guru! You, why are you suffering..."

    Chu nightning in the dream has been extremely weak. He coughed a few times, but his eyes were still clear: "He has today, I have been. I... cough."

    The words were not finished, but it was a shocking cough. Chu nighting covered his sleeves and licked his throat. When he put down his sleeves, he saw blood and blood.

    "Chu Zongshi!"

    "I……"

    Chu night Ning still wants to say something more, but the front is black, can no longer support, plops fall in the snow.

    There was no confusion in the ears, like a sudden squad, and like a sea of ​​water across the layers, so that he could not hear the hustle and bustle around him.

    He only vaguely heard the old slave shouting in panic, a few words floating into his ears.

    "Your Majesty! Your Majesty - I beg you..."

    "Chu Zongshi, Chu Zongshi, he is going to die, ask you to see him, the old slave is willing to die-"

    In the four times, the set was gradually messed up, the steps were complicated, and the lights were bright.

    The sound of drums and the sweet voice of the woman suddenly stopped. It seemed that the temple door was wide open, and a burst of warm air wrapped in the warmth of the room rushed out. Chu Xiaoning felt that someone had picked him up and took him to the warm palace. A big hand touched his forehead and only probed it, and he was stabbed and plucked back.

    Then, a familiar low male voice was in danger.

    "Why not take this seat?"

    No one answered.

    The man was suddenly furious, and the screaming seemed to smash a heavy object. He groaned angrily and accumulated the thunder of the thunder.

    "Are you against it? He is the master of the Honglian otter, the master of this seat! He is here, you have no one to come to this house? Why not!!"

    Some people slammed down and shivered. It was the big maid who used to glory.

    "The slaves are guilty of death, and the slaves see the majesty and the maidens, and they dare not bother..."

    The man stalked back and forth for a few laps, but the fire did not increase. His black gilded robes swayed on the ground like a black cloud, and finally stopped, and the voice was twisted to the extreme.

    "He is not good, afraid of cold. You don't come to report me, let him wait in the snow, you still... you also extinguished the charcoal fire in the courtyard..."

    His voice shook with too much anger, and finally he took a deep breath and rumbling in his throat.

    The sound of that sentence is not loud, and the killing of it is full of cold.

    "You want to let him die."

    The palace woman was so scared that she was eclipsed by the head, grabbed the ground with her head, and the front of her face was blue and purple, shaking her lips and screaming: "No! No! How can the slaves have such a mind! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" ”

    "Take it down. There are great crimes in the good and evil."

    "Your Majesty! Your Majesty -"

    The sharp voice was like a **** nail scraping across the auricle, and the dream began to sway and disintegrate in her screams, and the surrounding scenes were scattered like snow flakes.

    "How much thought spent on this seat, only to take him back from the gate of the ghost. In addition to this seat, no one can hurt him even a finger..."

    The hoarse voice is very cold, but it is because of the extreme coldness, which gives rise to some crazy madness.

    Chu Xiaoning felt that the man was approaching and stopped before him.

    One hand pinched his chin.

    He opened his eyes in confusion, trying to see the person's appearance. In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a vague face, the man had dark black eyebrows, his nose was straight, his eyes were black. Such as satin, the candle in the vaguely revealing silky purple.

    "...ink burning?"

    "Master!"

    The sound suddenly became clear.

    Chu night Ning倏 suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the inn's room, the sky was still dark, and a solitary lamp trembled on the candlestick.

    The ink burned on the side of the couch, one hand was covering his forehead, one hand was on the bed, and he looked at him anxiously.

    "how do I……"

    For a time, it was awkward, and the dream was too real, so that he could not return to God.

    "You have a nightmare, and you have been shaking." The ink burned for him. "I see you look very cold, afraid that you have a fever, but fortunately."

    Chu night Ning snorted and turned to look at the slightly open window. The sky outside is still heavy and dark, and the night is still heavy.

    "I had a dream, and there was heavy snow in my dreams."

    He muttered a word and said nothing.

    Chu Xiaoning sat up and buried his face in the palm of his hand. After a while, he sighed and said: "It’s about tired."

    "I am going to cook the bowl of **** tea for the master." The ink burned his pale face with a worried look. "Master, your face is so bad."

    "..."

    Seeing that the night of the night is not snoring, the ink sighed and did not think much, habitually taking his forehead against his cold and sweaty forehead.

    "If you don't talk, I will be willing to do it."

    Chu nightning was slightly shocked by such a sudden relative, and leaned back subconsciously: "... um."

    The smoldering was also a fool of sleep. He licked his hair like a previous life, and then he ran his coat and went downstairs to borrow the kitchen. Not a moment, I came up with a coffin tray.

    The ink burns is not the heart of the people, Chu night Ning came to Taohuayuan to save him, but also protect him Zhou, no matter how much resentment he had before this person, but at this moment, always grateful.

    There is a pot of steaming **** tea in the tray, and a small jar with Tujia brown sugar inside. He remembers that Chu night would rather not eat something that gargles, but he likes sweetness.

    In addition to **** tea, he also asked for a white noodle with the kitchen. The taro is sliced, soaked in fresh milk and fried in a frying pan, sprinkled with a layer of frosting, which is a simple but tasteless snack.

    Chu Evening held the **** tea slowly, and his face gradually became bloody. The white fingertips of the porcelain tires picked up the milky fragrant hoe, and looked at it for a while. "What is this?"

    "I don't have a name when I do it." The ink burned and scratched his head. "Teacher tastes it, sweet."

    Chu night Ning did not like the fried food, tired of greasy, but heard the word "sweet", hesitated a bit, took a piece close to the lips, took a bite.

    "Well……"

    “Is it delicious?” The ink burned and asked.

    Chu night Ning looked at him, did not speak, and then took a piece of **** tea slowly eating.

    A pot of tea and a dish of snacks soon saw the bottom, and the nightmare was also like this in the warmth of the snow. Chu nighting yawned and lay back on the bed: "Sleep."

    "Wait a minute." The ink burned and suddenly raised his hand, and his fingers licked the lips of Chu’s late night, "Dessert residue."

    "..."

    Looking at the young man in front of him, he smiled openly, and Chu night couldn’t help but some of his ears were hot. He turned his face and said "Hm", he no longer cares for him.

    The ink burned the dishes, went downstairs and fell off, and when I came up, I saw the night, and I fell asleep on the wall, and I didn't know if I was asleep.

    He stepped forward and let go of the gauze with a light hand. He suddenly heard that he was late and said, "It’s cool at night, don’t sleep on the ground."

    "that……"

    Chu night Ning has a long, narrow eye, and wants to let him stay with him, but "sleep next to it" tangled for a long time and can not say, the tip of the ear is getting hotter.

    Distressed, he didn't want him to sleep on the floor, he liked him not wanting him to leave.

    However, a thin face is so thin that it is clear that even if it is open, the other party will only refuse himself. When the face is completely lost, it is only sad to imagine.

    It is better when the summer is reversed. The appearance of the child is always more arrogant.

    ——But it’s not bad to burn him today. I even remember that when he was drinking **** tea, he liked to put on brown sugar. Can he think that it is actually his care?

    This kind of thought made Chu Wanning unable to hold back some of his heart was hot, his head was dizzy and blurted out.

    "You come up to sleep."

    "Then I went to see if I stopped at the next door. I stopped going back to my room."

    Almost at the same time, I said this sentence. After the ink burned, I realized what Chu Yuning said and slightly widened her eyes.

    "That's better."

    Chu Xiaoning almost answered without hesitation, as if he was in a hurry to cover up the previous sentence.

    "Go back."

    "Master respects you..."

    "I am lacking, let's go."

    "...well, the Master will rest earlier."

    The youth left, and the door slammed open and closed.

    Chu nightning opened his eyes in the dark night, his heartbeat was fast, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn’t help but scream for his own gaffe.

    If you are alone for a long time, someone else cares a little bit, and he will make him think that it is a rare warmth.

    Just like a fool.

    He turned over annoyedly, buried his face in the pillow, and fell into a deep self-abandonment. I know that the ink burns like Shi Mingjing, and he is just a teacher and apprentice who is a colder, but...

    The person in the dream seems to be clearly in front of me.

    The same five senses, just more than the current ink burning seems to be older.

    When I looked at myself, my expression was paranoid, and the water was so deep that it was unclear.

    "Oh," the door opened again.

    Chu nightning instantly froze, his back stretched tight, like a corner bow pulled to the extreme.

    When a person walks to the bed and feels silent, he feels that the man is sitting down on the couch and returning to the place with some unique breath.

    "Master, are you sleeping?"

    No one cares about him.

    The ink burned and he said it himself. The voice was very calm. It was like a family: "The next door is still screaming." He smiled softly, leaning over his side and lying on the side of Chu’s night, his eyes. Passing over the person's obviously stiff and stiff back.

    "Master has just let me sleep, do you still count?"

    "..."

    "Masters don't always care for people. If you don't talk, I will be a teacher and I will."

    "……Humph."

    Hearing the depths of the bed, the man’s cold voice was not light, the ink burned his eyes, and the black-eyed eyes were full of smiles.

    If it is a habit to pamper the teacher, then it is a game that he is not tired of.

    For the feelings of Chu’s late life, there is never a clear definition of ink burning. However, when I see this person from time to time, I will tickle my heart. I want to show my teeth, licking my teeth and licking it. I can’t help but cry or endure. I don’t want to laugh - although most of this time it’s just a vain wish.

    But as long as the cold and snowy face, there is such a slight change in emotion, it is because of their own, the ink will feel extra excitement and excitement.

    "Master."

    "Ok."

    "Nothing, I will call you."

    "..."

    "Master."

    "There is something to say, nothing to roll."

    "Ha ha ha." Ink burned up, suddenly thought of something, half is a joke and half seriously asked, "I just thought about it, I think Xia Shidi and the teacher are too much like, Master, is he your son? ?"

    ".............................."

    Chu nightning is probably too much mood for a night, and it is full of anger. I was so angry that I was so angry that I couldn’t help but feel angry.

    "Hey, I am a master, I don’t have to be a master."

    "Yes." Chu night Ning responded coldly. "He is my son."

    The ink burned and smiled: "Oh, I said, it turned out to be a son - wait! Son??!"

    When it was struck by lightning, the ink burned his eyes sharply and opened his mouth in disbelief.

    "Children and children - son?"

    "Yeah." Chu night Ning simply turned to the side, turned to look at the ink burning, a face is serious and fierce, not like a fake.

    There are too many wrong things to do tonight, which may be suspicious. Since the ink burns to make this joke, it is better to make a bad thing. Anyway, the decision cannot make the ink burn to see that he likes him.

    Thinking this way, Chu Xi Ning calmly picked up the dignity that he had just dropped, and Sen Ran said: "Xia Si is my illegitimate child. This matter is even in his own way. As you know today, you know me. Know, if a third person knows, see if I don't want your dog."

    Ink burning: "....................."

    The author has something to say: 咩QAQz is really cold recently, don’t worry about the package.

    Then let's see how everyone is warming up~

    Ink burning 0.5: Chu nightning, you come to this seat for a while.

    Chu Xiaoning: Do you have a queen?

    Ink burns 0.5: Come, drag the queen down and blow it up.

    Chu nightning:...

    Ink burns 0.5: Now you are only here, to warm your seat.

    Chu nightning: cold blood devil, roll it.

    Ink burning 1.0: It’s so cold, I want to warm up, no one cares about me... then I still drink more hot water.

    Feeding Fish 2.0: Nothing, I can bear it.

    Xue Meng: Cold? I don't exist, I am young and strong.

    Teacher: It’s so cold... You don’t wear a little more, you call...

    Chu nightning: [This person is afraid of cold, nest in the quilt refused to come out] ... said what to do under the heating, liar, shameless!

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