A gust of autumn wind struck, and she suddenly felt a little cold, probably this is the autumn cold. But in a trance, suddenly caught up in front of the hot chest, the warmth of that moment was indescribable. She lifted her head slowly, afraid that she would touch his chin too soon, too slow and ashamed to look at his face again.

"Red Lotus leans on each other like drunk, aren't you drunk......" His snort swirled back and forth above her head, this feeling was too strange, like something above her head that must not be touched, very cautiously. Indeed, his footsteps always stepped over that barrier, and he always invaded where she belonged without a word.

"I thought that I was outside the temple and that I was the one who spoke of the Holy One. ”

Yu Qian chuckled, rested his head lightly on top of her head, and slowly swayed his body, like a cat finding a comfortable nest to lie down on a spring day.

"Miscellaneous people, etc...... I think I'm right. Yu Qian smiled softly, let go of her body, and like a lazy cat, she found a position to lie down at will.

"The Holy One is not angry now?"

Yu Qian lay down and changed into a comfortable position, holding his hands and looking at her, "Naturally angry...... I said, it's good if you call me Xuanqi when no one is around, you are so angry with me, did you deliberately open the vinegar jar?"

"I figured it out when I went back that day. He breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to understand, "He met you when he was a child, and it was love at first sight, how can he break it off...... If you intercede for him, and I will be angry about it, won't it damage the dignity of my Yudu Emperor?"

"Acquaintance ...... childhood" she read these four words softly, but her heart was very uncomfortable, and complex emotions were condensed in her eyes.

He sat up, leaned forward slightly to look into her eyes, and asked in a tentative tone, "Is it possible......?" Are you still thinking about that bastard?"

"Bastard?" her eyes flickered for a moment.

He explained solemnly, "Don't you say it, did you ever make a private agreement with him for life when he was a child? Who deceived a girl at a young age!"

When Yan Song heard this, she smiled even more happily, but Yu Qian didn't know what to do, she was even more energetic when she said this, so she simply lay down under the quilt. Otherwise, he has no tricks to do when he is a scoundrel, and even more so when he is angry and in the Cold War.

"Would you like to hear the story of the young man?"

He was still buried in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "What's so strange, I have been in Yudu for more than 20 years, and the storyteller talks about this in the teahouse every day." ”

She sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his quilt, smiled slightly in her eyes, and said slowly, "He and I met ten years ago, and it is a coincidence that I didn't know his noble status at that time, but I just felt that he was a little annoying." ”

He was helplessly dragged up by her to listen to the story, and asked with blank eyes, "The storyteller has also told that the story must have a twist, and everything must happen later, and you are not tired of this person, on the contrary, you have a good impression of this person." ”

"Well, a lot has happened. The smile on her lips was unpredictable, "Ten years ago, he and I were in a nightmare. At that time, after Luo Liang knew that I was not his biological daughter, he refused to come to pay the ransom, and I was locked up with the other children. ”

The eyes of the person in the quilt slowly sink into each word, as if it was an invincible abyss, and under this abyss there was the truth he wanted to know. Is it really like what the storyteller says? He closed his eyes, as if he could see what he had been ten years ago when he opened his eyes. Her contours, nose, eyes, and even her voice are all clear......

"That man was a little luckier than me, his family took a lot of money to ransom him, and the bandits saw that he was a cash cow, robbed him of the money, killed someone, and brought him back. ”

The storyteller in the teahouse doesn't tell this kind of story, because only one person knows it, and the rest of the twenty-eight have already died. But he didn't dare to convince himself of this conclusion, Ah Li, didn't he die ten years ago, and where did she learn this story.

He frowned, his eyes could no longer hide the eagerness in his heart, "Where did you hear the story?"

Yan Song shook his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he naturally said, "Mr. Storyteller should not have told this story." Because this story, like a nightmare, planted an indelible seed in my heart and in him...... I forgot about these things, because I was afraid to think of all the twenty-eight people who were slaughtered ten years ago, and the child who gave his life to buy food for me...... That's the end of the story, Xuan Qi, do you understand?" her voice was like a drop of water sinking into the sand, weaving and spreading along strange crevices in the earth......

The voice in the memory magically coincided with it, and her figure slowly changed, as if it had become a trick in her mind, and in an instant, when she opened her eyes, she became the crybaby she was back then. Even though there were such doubts in their hearts, when they first met, it was not the carriage surrounded by the white tent, but a long time ago. At the first glance, from the moment he couldn't be at peace in his heart, he thought it was just a love at first sight, but he didn't expect that this was the fruit of a marriage that had already been buried.

"Xuan Qi, I want to eat, I want to eat sugar gourds, and I want to eat flatbread...... "He thought that all the memories had come back, Xuan Qi, Ah Li, and the imperial grandfather, and the little prince all disappeared with the moment he stood up, but at this moment his thoughts were confused, and there was that familiar voice in his ears.

He finally understood why he fell in love with Yan Song at first sight, why there were sugar gourds in this Fengyin Hall all day long, and why she was so scared whenever she saw white bones......

Solving riddles is not as refreshing as untying the knot, just like the wind blowing every time in autumn, taking away something bit by bit, but bringing back something bit by bit. The corners of the mouth are a smile that even I don't know when, this kind of smile swayed with a strange taste, the golden cinnamon in autumn or the plum in winter, fragrant!

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, the person in front of him had beautiful eyebrows, especially the smile on the corner of his mouth, like the red lotus in full bloom, which made people can't help but want to touch it. In the midst of a hundred flowers, the human face blooms alone like a flower. Xin Qiji's Qingyu case was originally written as the most common story of storytellers, and the last sentence, everyone looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the light, how many people could encounter such an ending?

He bent his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Ah Li...... It's good to see each other like this. ”

The roller curtain falls, the lights are jumping, and a pot of sake relieves sorrow, which is very comforting. Thousands of trees and thousands of trees are falling down, looking for them everywhere, such as autumn, all the unwillingness, all the unwillingness, in addition to regret and hatred, the only thing left is to have a heart and sleep a seat.