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49. Spring Banquet (15)
The two sisters mingled with each other after the accident, but Ren Yifei's heart did not bother him. He was thinking about this critical point in time a hundred years ago.
My sister Hua Lei was picked up a hundred years ago.
What a coincidence? It is the time when the original trail was ripped off and had to be closed.
He recalled the short words on his resume about a hundred years ago.
In front of it is the date, so-and-so, which is equivalent to the Gregorian calendar, which is equivalent to the Gregorian calendar, and it is very simple to find a young man in the Gregorian calendar. Qinghong, the younger brother, arrives with good wine, and the two of them drink until they are drunk. After being drunk, they find that they have lost their heart and blood, and they are angry and look for Qinghong.
After finding out what happened, the two broke up, so they went back to isolation and just came out. As a result, they received an invitation to the party.
"Bing Di Shuanglian, the flower on her head." Ren Yifei paced the room.
"Brother, you shouldn't have come." He remembered the whisper that began with "madam". They meet again after the meeting. What does she want to tell him? Does this matter have anything to do with the three drops of blood that Yuanji lost? What does he want the original story to stop?
The body is gorgeous, the head is plain and clean, it is not harmonious originally, and he deliberately stroked the blue flowers on his head. Is this an euphemism to remind him of the weirdness of this flower?
Isn't a garden very much like stamens and pistils? The glowing flower is the pollen scattered to and fro. If you compare a garden with a flower core, the courtyard at night is a giant flower.
Since he discovered that the sweet smell is carried by the flower, he has been afraid of this kind of flower, and now he gets the message that the sister may be the essence of the plant, so how can he not associate it more?
Ren Yifei always felt that the truth was very close to him, just across the paper, but he didn't know where the paper was.
The little sparrow tilted his head and could not help getting two steps closer to the door.
"who?"
Just waiting to listen carefully, the voice of the people at the banquet suddenly appeared, and Ren Yifei was startled, thinking that his illusion had failed.
The little sparrow stiffened for a second, shook its feathers again and tilted its head.
When he saw Qinghong, he stood on the steps and looked at the little sparrow. don't know when he will show up.
Ren Yifei held his breath and lowered his sense of survival. This person may be suspicious of the sparrow. His senses are too sharp.
When Qinghong looked at the bird for a while, he only saw the sparrow standing still. there was nothing unusual, so he thought he was suspicious.
However, his voice was heard by two women in the room. The door opened, and the side lady came out first, and the lady walked away.
According to the normal pattern, Ren Yifei thought that his favourite lady would come and say something like a spoiled girl, but he didn't expect that he would just shout "sound" and "person" without even getting too close. Where is the beloved concubine and the grace concubine, the sub-concubine is the upper concubine.
As for Mrs. Huan, she didn't even look at her and raised her feet and left.
"Hua Yu," Qinghong stopped her, "Don't bother your brother again."
Mrs. Huan stopped. She turned her back to Qinghong and the side lady, but to the little sparrow.
Ren Yifei saw her wry smile through the sparrow's bean eyes, and then her expression became tough again, even with a little sarcasm: "Qinghong, can you stop me, can you stop others?"
Ren Yifei raised his hand as if he were watching a play: this other person will not refer to the dessert player, will he?
"I have my own plan," Qinghong coldly responded to her words and snarled at the flower hedge. "you, too, don't worry about anything else."
"but." The hedgerow bites the lip.
When there is no outsider, Qinghong is almost cold to this' spoiled 'side lady: "there is no buts."
"but someone has already noticed that." The lady on the side is fretting again.
"Don't worry," Qinghong looked in a certain direction. "in two days, they won't be confused any more."
In two days?
Sure enough, they had a plot, and Ren Yifei was frightened.
"who?!" Qinghong's attack is faster than his voice.
Ren Yifei leaked his emotions when he was busy, which made the people here feel it.
In line with the mentality that he would rather kill a mistake than let go, Qinghong attacked the small sparrow directly.
No, the sparrow is an illusion with paper as the medium. If there is no point to fight, where can you fight the devil head on?
The little sparrow shook its wings and dodged hurriedly, but it was not enough to dodge. The sword gas of Little Sparrow made its body Slash directly, and the white paper fluttered down.
Ren Yifei in the distant hall indirectly resisted the attack and spit out blood from his mouth.
I can't believe someone got mixed in. The thousand-year-old hall was very quiet during the festival, except for the lady who smiled and went away with her feet raised.
Qinghong bent down to pick up the white paper, which was stained with a little blood, bright red blood, with some pure energy.
This evil spirit has little to do with murder, a man with such pure energy. He sniffed the blood on it and looked up in a certain direction.
"in the end," he said, "is it."
"Shh," Qinghong put his index finger on his lips. Twirling the blood on the white paper on his hand, he put the paper divided into two halves into his sleeve. "I'll take care of this."
Hua Lei looked at his action and gritted his teeth: "he Jun appeared in the garden yesterday, and he already had some doubts." This is very disadvantageous to our plan. Also ask people to make early preparations, otherwise, a hundred years of planning is only afraid. The success fell short of success. "
Qinghong pondered for a moment: "arrange flowers and trees and hold a flower appreciation banquet today."
"Yes. The concubine, my concubine, dared to get the temporary management right to stop the cloud pavilion, and if there was any accident, I could dispose of it cheaply. " The flower hedge bowed its head and said respectfully.
Temporary management of Ting Yun Pavilion? "only these two days."
"Thank you for your help." The bowed hedge shows a cruel smile.
After the order of the controller, the whole Tingyun Pavilion runs like a precision instrument.
The players who hang out among them are ordered to prepare elegant meals, and the maids have to clean gardens, corridors, and even remote rooms, and only the maids still have to entertain the guests.
The unluckiest players are probably the players who pass through the dancers, and they are ordered to entertain the guests well.
These unlucky children either do not know how to do so, so they are "dereliction of duty" and are finally exposed to be used as ingredients. Either they will be reluctant to mix with each other, and they will also be cheated by some npc to eat tofu.
A dancer almost cried: "is it true that players have no human rights?"
As for the guards, they were ordered to step up patrols and guards, and to pay attention to even humble birds and beasts in addition to the crowd.
"it seems that someone broke into the Millennium Hall in some way." Players send messages.
"who did it? The place is so strict that I haven't been able to hear any news every time. "
"what kind of guy are you going to be? There are a lot of Gao to play this time. "
Players have already felt the atmosphere that the city is about to be destroyed by dark clouds, and then the players of salted fish also feel wrong.
"maybe this is another group of 100 people who have been wiped out by the second plan." The players trembled at the thought of the dead hundred.
The crisis forced players to speed up their exploration, which led to the tricky Qinghong on his way somewhere.
The residence chosen by Qinghong for Hejun is surrounded by vegetation and quiet environment. Since the arrival of Hejun, everyone has been ordered not to invite uninvited guests into the room, not to make noise, and not to disturb the masked people.
If you're sorry, take a look at the car in front of you, warning the little old man.
But now that he was in a hurry, Qinghong came in a hurry. He waved back the maid who saluted, reached out and pushed open the door directly.
The meditator in the room slowly opened his eyes and said, "what's the matter?"
Qinghong stopped and said, "Brother?"
The meditator sat on the couch, covered in white clothes, and his hair was only tied with a root band.
He sat a little lazily, sitting cross-legged, hanging only naturally, revealing his jade bare feet, his long black hair coiled around the couch, and strands hanging out on the edge of his feet, making his skin more fair and flawless.
However, this sitting posture does not diminish the restraint and self-discipline of the person. He is a demon, but now he is like a holy monk who is born without meat or dirt.
Qinghong breathed, and his complex feelings rolled around in his throat, and finally he said, "Brother."
Ren Yifei raised his eyes gently.
The whole house closed the door and closed the window, the room was dark, and there was only a little light in the room the warm sky came through the cracks, and the light was spotted, impartial, on the long eyelashes, the roots of the eyelashes were like snow, and the eyes grew colder and colder.
Qinghong was stabbed to the heart by the gazing eyes, which looked like gods on the high and high heights, glancing at the eyes of mortals at will.
There was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, nor love or hate in his eyes.
Is it for everyone, or is it just for him?
Qinghong's countless complicated emotions made him feel a kind of hatred that could not come out, which made him forget his purpose and just wanted to question the man in front of him.
But when he came up to him, Qinghong stepped back and said with a bitter smile, "Brother, you are so ruthless."
Ruthless?
It's right to be ruthless. If you cut peach blossoms with a sharp knife, don't you have to be fast, ruthless and accurate?
It is too difficult to be a brother these days. You have to be responsible for the spiritual problems of your younger brothers and sisters, and you have to be responsible for the emotional problems of your younger brothers and sisters.
But did Qinghong have no time to suspect him? It is not in vain for him to look for such an angle to pose.
Ren Yifei sighed melancholy, others play games is to break through the decryption, he plays games is emotional problems.
He pissed off a single dog. Who did you mess with?
"someone broke into my house." Qinghong stared into Ren Yifei's eyes.
Ren Yifei looked back and wrote four words on his expression: what does it have to do with me?
Qing Hong choked.
Although he felt that his brother's honesty would never be discovered by him, it was possible that he would not be able to do so.
"you don't care if I'm hurt? Is the elder brother really so cruel? "
Qinghong continued to sell the small sparrow with the lid of the pot made out of nothing and said, "I can be regarded as you to take care of the long dog, but you don't have any old love."
Is there such a thing? Do you still take care of him yourself?
Ren Yifei gripped his tears for the king of the crane. It was too miserable.
He finally had other expressions of indifference on his face, with an unforgettable self-deprecation of the past: "I'm tired, it's time for you to go."
Seeing Ren Yifei's expression like this, Qing Hongyi was flustered and went to find another topic: "Tonight to enjoy the flowers, brother, are you going?"
"No." Ren Yifei said bluntly, "give me back my hard work, this is the end of the matter."
Help me solve the role task. Hello, hello, hello.
That's it?
Qinghong's face darkened visibly with the naked eye: "do you want to leave me alone?" Over my dead body. I can wait for a hundred years, and I can wait for a thousand years. Between you and me, you and I will never 'stop here'! "
"whatever you want." Ren Yifei arranged his clothes and closed his eyes again.
He was so indifferent and indifferent that Qinghong's heart ached, and he blurted out, "Brother is not going, only for fear that there will be a little trouble with a little demon named Kui Mengpeng."
Ren Yifei opened his eyes and said, "how dare you?"
Qinghong took a step back and said, "We have such a long relationship, you do it for him." Threaten me? "
Do you get angry with your indifferent brother? The knife pierced Zhe Qinghong's heart. He looked at Ren Yifei in disbelief, his lips trembling and spitting blood from his mouth.