Stepping on the head of the fairy, see Song Qiutong dress gorgeous, Chu Chu moving, is coming with a line.

The hand that he stretched out to the curtain stopped and calmly pressed the bamboo curtain tightly, then asked: "What?"

"It’s nothing to do, just go around and eat away." Song Qiutong gathered a ceremonial gaze and looked at the carriage with a soft look. "Ah is going to go out?"

“Go to the night market in Wuchang Town.”

She smiled awkwardly, but she did not lose her relatives: "The road is so close, it is still a carriage. Isn't it alone?"

At that time, his patience with her was not bad, so he reported a smile: "Not a person."

Song Qiutong's eyes waved, his eyes fell on the yellow rosewood on the pedals, the woman's mind was delicate, only one turn had the answer. Her look was first and foremost, and then she said with joy: "Ah, isn’t it a sister?"

"..."

It’s imaginable that the carriage in the carriage is late to hear the face after the title, and stepping on the fairy is holding a smile: “Well. It’s him.”

The beauty of the woman’s face is more and more beautiful, and it’s almost eclipsing the clouds on the horizon: “It’s so good. I stayed in the palace for three years, and I only saw Chu’s sister on the wedding day. Still wearing a hijab. Today is a good day, actually can meet."

She smiled and said: "A fire can lead our sisters to meet each other?"

Stepping Xianjun shook his head: "He is a strange child, and he is uncomfortable when he sees a stranger. It is still dumb. Don't see it."

Although Song Qiutong has consistently listened to the ink, but at this time it is difficult to resist. What's more, she can be said to have been complaining about this Chu Yu for a long time. She was humiliated when she was left behind by her husband for no reason. Later, I heard many gossip words from the palace people, saying that the emperor’s wedding night was left in the Chuxi room until the second day.

"I didn't stop all night, and the movement really took life."

"The people who listened to the night said that they counted the number of their fingers, and they said that they did seven or eight times, and they were too strong."

There is also a small palace girl smiled and said: "Isn't it the Chu Yan Niang Niang? One night seven or eight times, I am afraid that even the little emperor will have it soon."

However, the most embarrassing thing for Song Qiutong is such a whisper, such as "The Queen Empress is so beautiful, I can't think of the wedding night and I will fall out of favor." "This is not a courtesy system, and it is too bad for the girl."

She felt that her face was like a sneak peek at Chu Gui, who had never seen her face. The pain of burning was only increased in three years.

Later, even her confidant niece was resentful, biting her teeth and complaining: "I don't know which mountain's fox has been refined, and I am confused and turned."

In turn, she persuaded her: "The girl is not too sad. You see that you are staying at her place almost night and night, but I don't think she is pregnant. I want to come to my body and my bones are not good. There will be no children in this life. Your Majesty is also playing." Playing with her, sooner or later will be tired."

Song Qiutong smiled awkwardly. Some words, how did she have a face?

She and his few loves, he is extremely cautious, never want to let her pregnant. The only time she vented to her gentle township, not long ago, after he was drunk, he had a big fight with Chu, and came to her in the middle of the night.

She was already asleep at that time, and when the curtain was smashed open, the pair of scarlet eyes lost their senses. She didn't even have time to react, and he was turned over and tore off the inner skirt, rudely. In the ruthless torture of Lu Ru, her hair was caught, she heard him in his ear: "Who are you secretly writing to me? You care about him?"

When the clouds were thick, she was stunned and soft, but he heard him whispering behind him: "You can't see anyone...you can't go anywhere...you can only be the one in this seat...even Not reconciled..."

Song Qiutong slowed down from this shameful memory. She arranged her look and bent her eyes and smiled. "Although I don't mind the number of rituals, but I am also a sister, I always want to see her and give her some blessings." ""

The hand that stepped on the bamboo curtain did not fall down: "He has everything. Nothing is missing."

Since the words have already been said to this point, Song Qiutong has no way to do it. He only has to say a few words with the emperor in a gentle and soft jade. He will watch him go to the carriage and go far with the fox.

In the depths of the bamboo curtains, above the soft seats, stepping on the fairy sorrows and endures the painful ribs, and continues to be a serious mantra: "This seat is an emperor, too much for your favorite pets, I am afraid it is not appropriate."

"..."

Chu Evening’s face was gloomy, and his face looked at the window and he did not say anything.

The ripe golden sunlight shines through the fine curtains, and the layers of light and shadow fall on his thin, transparent face. Stepping on the fairy, staring at it for a while, leaning on the past, lying on his lap.

Chu nightning stretched his back and did not look at him. Instead, he asked, "Are you not hot?"

"The voice of love is so cold, it can cool down."

"..." Chu nightning finally looked down and glanced at him, his eyes were colder than the sound.

He is really angry. No man is willing to be another man's jealousy. Song Qiutong's sister-in-law has made him feel like he is swallowing. He even has red eyes because of shame.

At the beginning of the step, Shi Xianjun sealed him as a beggar, so that he would taste the taste of such a woman. Song Qiutong is a wife, and he is a singer of Beidou Xianzun.

"Angry?"

"..."

"This seat has not let her see you, what are you wronging again?"

Stepping Xianjun originally wanted to tease this man, but the twilight flashed, and the sunset glowed through the bamboo curtain, illuminating the face of Chu Yuning. Stepping Xianjun found that the eyes were so cold and alienated, so they moved their mouths and finally did not say anything.

He suddenly felt very boring.

Neither of them spoke.

I came to the town of Wuchang and bought a lot of things in seven or eight. Sugar paintings, flower cakes, candied haws, lanterns, all that can be bought, and a carriage. But Chu Xiaoning just looked at the excitement outside the bamboo curtain, and did not pay attention to the dazzling array of bamboo curtains.

I don’t see how happy I am, but I’m so annoyed.

"Forget it, don't go back tonight." He suddenly said, "I live in the town."

He ordered the groom to find a home inn, and went in with the evening sun wearing a hood and wearing a hood.

Xiao Er is yawning and sees the spirit of the guests. When he yawns in half, he smiles and asks: "Is the guest official staying in the store?"

"I want to go to the house."

Although Chu’s face was hidden under the hood, he could not see clearly, but his posture was obviously a man, and Xiao Er could not help but look up.

Chu night Ningdao: "...two."

Hearing this, the anger of stepping on the fairy has been unable to bear the swearing: "What is your relationship with me, and it is necessary to open two rooms to hide your eyes and ears?"

If the eyes of Xiaoji are still suspicion, it will become awkward at the moment.

Stepping Xianjun is quite satisfied with this kind of eyes of Xiao Er, and even some vicious comfort. When he opened the room, he squatted on the arm of Chu Xinning all the way. When he had just entered the house and had not closed the door tightly, he kissed it densely and eagerly and entangled.

Outside the window of the stalks of the grape, the lights of the house are bright, but these lights have nothing to do with them. He pressed the night of the night on the big bed, and he heard the sound of the night, and he heard a sigh.

"Ink burning, what do you mean by this."

"..."

"What do we mean by this."

This sentence is too sharp, so that after a long time to think back, my heart still has some pain.

Step on the fairy, open your eyes.

He is still standing in the red lotus, and those past events have passed.

But somehow, there seems to be a flash of light in his eyes, and there is a splash of rain in his ear. He seems to be a ghost of the dark night, peeping through the grapevine window of the inn.

He saw the same room, the same two people, the difference is the heavy rain outside the window, and the bed is similar to the atmosphere of love.

He saw that he and Chu Xinning were lingering on the bed, and the house was very dark, but he was sure that he had cleared the face of Chu’s late-night, fascinated by his desires, squinting at himself, and entangled himself in one place. Shame and warmth.

In this illusion, I stared at the man under my body without affection, and pleaded and resolutely: "Tonight, I just want to make you comfortable."

He bowed his head and kissed the fragility of the night with the sorrowful sorrow. He wished to hear the man’s breath, and Chu’s fingers fell into his black hair: “Ah...”

Stepping on the fairy to help his forehead, I only feel that the pain in the skull is cracking.

These two memories are intertwined and bitten each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Which paragraph is true? Which paragraph is a nightmare? He didn't know, he didn't dare to think about it.

Reluctantly calmed his heart, he took the road and left the red lotus.

He came to Wujianping, standing in front of the white jade carving bar and looking at the distant mountains and shadows, his chest slightly undulating. What is the memory that just called the fragrance?

Is it the life of another world's ink burning experience...

He couldn't help but recall the cold and soft eyes of Chu's late night, and gasped on his couch with his neck up.

Stepping on the fairy slammed the guardrail.

——Is it true that Chu Ning is willing to go to bed with the Mo Zong teacher who met the ghost? !

I don't know why, obviously they are two people, and the anger of stepping on the fairy is still burning and burning, and the blood of the eyes is red.

If this is really another memory of his own, then he suddenly feels extremely resentful and unwilling.

why? Why?

After he was resurrected by Hua Binan, he walked back to the world with his dead body, leaving him with the devastated Wushan Temple and a pile of disgusting mess.

When he rushed to the Honglian Water Margin, what did he see? It is the dryness after the spiritual power is exhausted, the sea otter that has fallen to the ground, and the empty house.

And the Lotus Pond, which is no longer the case.

He was resurrected from Hefei by Hua Binan, but the body of Chu Nighting has become a gray powder, nothing left, can no longer be found.

He remembered that he was slowly walking to the edge of the lotus pond, looking down at the expressionless face for a while, then leaning over and plucking his fingers into it, licking a handful of water. The cold pool is deep and cold.

He involuntarily snorted, the water leaked from his fingers, and he sat on the ground.

So, when he returned to the world, what is left?

He is more disgusted with living in this world every day, but he is subject to people, he is involuntarily, he has to obey Hua Binan's orders.

Later, Hua Binan groped for a crack in the time and space, but refused to tell him who left it. The guy himself went to another red dust happily, leaving him to work hard here. However, the only gratification is that in order to let him do something in his heart, Hua Binan will try to give him some news.

So he learned that he still had a part of the soul reborn in that era. He learned the news of the teacher, Xue Meng’s news, and the news of those who had already died.

He also learned about the news of Chu Yuning.

The letter that Hua Binan sent to him was always very short, and the words were like gold. He also hates Hua Binan's handwriting, and his sharpness is like a cheek.

But those letters became the greatest hope of his living dead, as if he had breathed a breath to those who were in the deep sea. Every letter he received, and when there was no new letter, he came back and forth to repeat the words that made him sick and die hundreds of times.

He felt that he was probably crazy.

At night, the servant is entering dinner, and he loves the excitement. So he has been ordered to gather in front of the temple as he has always been born again. He lazily squats in the soft seat to watch them eat, and asks them a few words from time to time.

Stepping Xianjun did not like to study in the past, but in those years, no one was by his side, and there was nowhere to go for a long night. He had to read the bamboo slips. Reading and reading, I also pondered the joy of chewing.

For example, if he wants to make a deep fryer, he will say, "Come, taste a thunder for the seat." He wants people to chew the spinach. He will say, "You try the bowl." Red-billed green budgerigar in the mouth."

It is very difficult to make an illiterate study. If the illiterate person still feels relished, I am afraid I can only say one thing: his life has no other fun.

Somewhere, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, the predecessor has returned."

"He is alone?"

"With the wooden cabinet owner of Tianyin Pavilion, they said that they must arrange the sacrifices first, and then come back to meet them."

Stepping on the phoenix grape in the silver plate, the look is faint: "That let them come slowly, this seat is happy."

The person came again and said: "In addition, the predecessors of the saints said that there is a saying to kneel down."

"what?"

"In recent days, you have to be careful, the world is in chaos, and ‘he’ will definitely come.”

"..." Stepping on the eyes of Xianxian, after a while, smiled. "Know, there are counts in this seat."

Of course he knows he will come.

Two red dusts are intertwined, millions of victims are displaced, Mo Zongshi is killed, and the death of life is ruined - Chu Yuening is also like himself, nothing is left, he is afraid to find himself with death.

Stepping Xianjun is not afraid, and even has some hidden expectations.

At night, there is a little candlelight in the palace. There are only 9,999,000 lampstands in the Wushan Temple, which reflects the darkness.

Stepping Xianjun will call Liu Gong and say, "You go to teach people and extinguish half of the candlelights."

The light was too bright, and he was afraid that Chu would rather sneak into the difficulties, so he was on his own warning.

Liu Gong did what he told him. He stood waiting in the same place. When Liu Gong came over and played him, he said, "Yah, half of the fire is gone."

He looked at the dimly lit Huaguang, still dissatisfied, and thought about it: "Come out completely."

Liu Gong: "..."

The candlesticks of the Wushan Temple were extinguished one by one, but the heart of the stepping fairy was lightened little by little. He vaguely felt that Chu Ning was coming soon. The man is estimated to be in white, with a look of resentment, full of morality and boring, probably still want to avenge the ink master.

He thought it was very exciting, his tongue tipped over the white teeth and lips. He only left the last bronze entangled floor lamp in the depths of Luo Wei. This is the fire he left for the desperate moth of Chu Yuning, telling him that he is here, waiting for him to rush to death.

Late at night, the window began to patter the rain.

Stepping Xianjun put on the most solemn gold silk black robes, personally arranged the bed and soft quilt pillow, turned around in the house, still felt something less, and finally ordered a jar of Chen The pears of the year are white and warm.

The man warmed up with good wine, dressed in costume, guarded the account, and stood by the window watching the rain growing outside. From beginning to end, he did not even summon the shadows.

But he still deceives himself, while guarding the hotbed of wine, while thinking fiercely: Hey, wait for the late arrival of Chu, and let him know what a sword is ruthless!