Leng Yuyuan looked at Bai Xiaoxi's eyes to protect him, his heart was warm, he was originally holding Bai Xiaoxi's hand, and with a slight force, he brought her into his arms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Xiaoxi obediently snuggled in his arms, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, both shy and sweet.

Hugging Bai Xiaoxi, Leng Yuyuan felt infinite tenderness in his heart, and he said in a dumb voice: "Xiaoxi, you treat me so well!"

He really hoped that time would stop there, but he didn't want time to stop, he wanted to go back quickly, and he wanted to ask his father to go to the Fuyuan General's Mansion to propose marriage, and marry Bai Xiaoxi as soon as possible.

Only by marrying her through the door, can the two of them be truly and justifiably together.

As for Yan Qingrui, well, as for her excellent suitors, they believe that Qingrui knows what she wants, and Qingrui will be happy.

After seeing Leng Yuyuan and Bai Xiaoxi walk away, Yan Qingrui and Beimen Qingyue changed their leisure and casualness just now and began to discuss their next plans.

Yan Qingrui held a branch in her hand and drew a figure in the open space in the temple, and then, five people were talking about something around this figure, and Yan Qingrui added and decreased on it from time to time.

The night has shrouded, Beimen Qingyue took out a night pearl from her arms, and in the bright light of the night pearl, they continued to discuss.

It wasn't until an hour later that Yan Qingrui waved her sleeves, and a strong wind appeared from under her sleeves, blowing the graphics on the ground without any traces.

The four of them said goodbye to Yan Qingrui at the north gate, and blended into the night in a chic manner.

With the departure of Qingyue at the North Gate, the Night Pearl was naturally taken away, and the broken temple seemed a little dark.

Yan Qingrui didn't leave, she stood in the empty ruined temple, not knowing what she was waiting for.

In the faint light and shadow of the waning moon, the city god broke the temple, and a young man in white stood tall and jade, and a silver mask covered most of his face, but it could not hide "his" cold and calm temperament at all.

After another half an hour, there was a sound of kicking at the temple gate, and the temple door was kicked open from the outside without gentleness.

Yan Qingrui slowly turned around.

Suddenly, a terrible scream: "Ghost ......" Then, there was a heinous sound of scratching and breaking the door, as if the person was about to stand up and run away from the door, but I don't know if it was because of nervousness or for some other reason, no matter how much he scratched the door, he couldn't scratch it, leaving only a piercing sound.

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She rolled her eyes and snorted coldly, "Are you sure the ghost is me, not you?"

The sound of scratching the door abruptly stopped, and a swarthy, round, glowing thing was revealed.

Yan Qingrui said that she was speechless, that thing was nothing else, it was a wine jar.

A special wine jar where the gods are drunk.

Looking at the way it stretched out, the wine in the jar must be empty, but the aroma of the wine has not yet dissipated.

Yan Qingrui said speechlessly: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

A voice outside the door said angrily: "You are a ghost, your whole family is a ghost! Wearing white clothes and silver masks in the middle of the night, do you think you are the city god?"

With this unangry voice, a bright head was revealed behind the wine jar, and then, a monk in a white monk's robe walked in, even under such an ignorant moonlight, the pretense was not less than that.

Yan Qingrui: "......"

It was as if she was dressed in white.

A bald head that can be seen in the light, the same white monk's robe, and holding a wine jug, this is no one, except for the virtual cloud bald donkey who does not look like a monk but pretends to be a monk?