The rabbit's departure brought her back to her senses, and she looked at the potted plant next to the urn, where she did not know when thin shoots had grown.

It looks ordinary, nothing special.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

As soon as Li Qinglian came out of the kitchen, she heard her talking.

"Ask what? Nothing to ask. He walked into the kitchen.

Really, no? How could it be? She stared at the buds in the pot, her eyes faintly hidden from many things.

When the meal was ready, he moved the table out and put it in the yard, and then brought the meal out and put it on the table.

"It's time to eat!" he called to her, who was sitting by the urn.

Oh!

She came over with a stool and sat down, then picked up her chopsticks and ate them.

Today's cooking is batter, and the pickles are wild vegetables he picked in the field, and they are cooked in water and served cold, and they taste good.

"What is this?" she said, picking out a green leaf from the bowl.

"It's coriander, and it tastes better when added to batter. However, I didn't cut it well, it's a little bigger!" he said, a little embarrassed.

"Really?" she nodded, put the cilantro in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Good!" she said with a smile

"That's good!"

After that, the two stopped talking, and each ate his own meal.

When Li Qinglian came out after washing the dishes, suddenly a bright light flashed on the side of the water urn in the corner of the wall, attracting his attention.

Walking over, he came to the water urn and opened the lotus leaves, only to see that there was a lotus-like cyan stone at the bottom of the water.

The stone lotus has twelve leaves, each of which is lifelike, and the texture on the leaf surface is clearly visible, as if it were real.

And among the twelve leaves, one leaf has a faint fluorescence on it, like a firefly attached to it. Although there were only a few dots of brilliance, Li Qinglian who saw this scene still had a faint flash of joy.

"Shi Xinlian, is there finally any movement!"

When he entered the house, he saw a man lying on the bed. Without saying a word, he immediately walked out.

But in a minute, he pushed the door open again and entered.

"This is my room, you're on the wrong side, go to your room!" he said.

Ye Zitian lay on the bed in a lazy posture, taking off her coat, she couldn't help but writhe unintentionally to highlight her perfect figure, and the whole room exuded the fragrance of virginity.

"My leg hurts, I can't walk!" she said as she lay on the bed with a painful expression.

Li Qinglian sighed and closed the door, then carried a stool to the bed and sat down, looking at her, "Say! After you came back just now, I saw that you looked like you had something on your mind, what do you have to say, hurry up." ”

"Is it visible? It seems that I am really not good at disguise in front of you!"

Ye Zitian smiled slightly, leaned on the bed with his chin in his hands, and said to him: "Maybe I don't understand what I said, do you really understand what I mean?"

"What?"

"I want to use my feelings for you to break the mirror! I gave up the suppression of the emotions of the past and the present, that is to say, the past and the present I am different Ye Zitian. I expected it to be a month, and I would love you madly during that time. And when I return to my old state of mind after venting this emotion, then you will face me a hundred times colder and more ruthless than ice. She said with a serious look on her face.

"At that point, I don't know what I'm going to do to you. However, I believe that it will not be liked. ”

"Kill me?" he said lightly.

"Aren't you afraid?" she leaned forward to meet his eyes, "What are you thinking, your eyes are so amazing, I can't see through them!"

Looking at this pretty face, he pressed his hand on her head, "I'm thinking, this world is really unfair." Why is a beautiful appearance inherently privileged, if the face is ordinary, or a man. I wouldn't have rescued you and left you to fend for yourself there. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, I'll take it as a compliment to me for being pretty!" the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a heartwarming smile.

So, just because of this beautiful face, am I going to take my life?

He thought of it unwillingly.

"Are you not confident in yourself?" she said.

"I tried you so much before, but you didn't move. In the next month, you should be fine!"

Li Qinglian glanced at her chest, then put her hand on her forehead and pushed her, directly pushing her down on the bed.

"It was before, it was a bit sane at the time, and I could control it. But it's good now, you give away people's heads at every turn, just give it for free, and you have to give it for free every day for the next month, even if I'm a saint, I can't help it!" he said with a deep sigh.

In the end, he still lost to her, the room was given to her, and he came out in disgrace.

"Burn to death or not!" he thought as he stood in the doorway.

No, it's okay to burn to death, but if I can't burn, I have to die.

The sound in the room gradually stopped, and it seemed that the other party had fallen asleep.

It's really heartless. You're comfortable, but you're giving me a headache.

He sighed and went to the courtyard, where the lotus flowers in the urn were in full bloom, and a few faint starlights fell from the sky and fell into the urn.

He came to the water urn and saw not the lotus leaves, but the potted plant next to it. He had planted a seed he had picked up here, but at some point the seed was alive and had already sprouted.

"Well, it's a bit of a pleasure. He picked up the kettle and sprinkled it with water.

Maybe it was dazzling, and for a moment he felt that the shoot seemed to have grown in a circle.

Click!

There was a strange noise outside the courtyard.

He put down the kettle and walked to the door, and looked through the crack in the door, where there was a long shadow on the ground.

Opening the door, he looked up and saw a straight figure standing on the roof of the drunken incense house.

When he saw him come out, the man flew down from the eaves and threw something over.

He took the thing, it was a wine gourd, and the rich aroma of wine instantly came to his nose.

"Do you want to drink?" Di Renjie's face was revealed in the moonlight.

He looked at the gourd, shook his head, and threw it back.

"I guessed it! It's a pity that this is a good wine!" Di Renjie sighed with a look of regret, and then took a sip directly.

Running in the middle of the night with a wine jug, Li Qinglian naturally didn't think it was to invite him to drink, let alone a long talk.

Others couldn't see it clearly, but he knew that the person in front of him was the one who wanted him dead more than anyone else.

After drinking, Di Renjie threw the wine gourd on the ground, holding the sword in his hand and stabbing it directly into his chest.