Early in the morning, Xia Qing woke up in a burst of singing, which was tactful and crisp but full of sadness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Qing walked to the door with her waist and listened to the lyrics carefully, "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, one cares about the city, and then the country, rather than knowing the city and the country, the beauty is hard to get." After singing the song, the people outside only sighed.

Xia Qing couldn't help but open the door a small crack, now it's only four watches, it's very dark outside, Xia Qing only saw a thin and thin person standing not far away, she was covered with waist-length green silk, and there were a few lights faintly flashing around, Xia Qing was very puzzled, Mei Niang said that this garden was very partial, so there were not a few people living there, even if she lived, there were a few mothers-in-law who cooked and cleaned, how could such a girl be there.

Xia Qing walked slowly to the woman's side, "This sister ....." Before the words fell, the woman walked quickly towards Zhengyuan, the speed was so fast, and the panic described made Xia Qing can't help but wonder if she was a flood beast, which made her so panicked.

Xia Qing stopped where the woman had just stood, although the beauty had left, but she left behind an elegant fragrance, which was not the fragrance of fat powder smeared by ordinary girls, elegant but not vulgar. Xia Qing faintly felt that it was a pity, with such a good voice, I should be even more captivating to the country, but the song was so sad.

"Are you a new girl?" A cold voice sounded behind him, and Xia Qing turned around but didn't see anyone. "Here. A voice came from overhead. Xia Qing hurriedly walked to the garden and saw a man in white sitting on the roof, still holding a pot of wine in his hand.

"May I ask who is the gentleman on Liang, why did he break into here in the middle of the night?" Xia Qing wanted to see the man's face clearly, but because of this hazy night, the man was reflected with a bit of immortal energy, but he couldn't see that face at all.

"Naturally, it's a guest, is the Drunken Immortal Mansion so entertaining now?" the man's cold voice sounded again, and although his tone was ordinary, there was a hint of a smile.

"I don't treat ordinary guests like this, but the son is sitting on the beam of the room now, and he doesn't go to the main hall to come to my side courtyard to drink, which really makes the little woman suspicious. “

"Haha, what a sitting on the beam, does that girl want to watch this boundless night view with me on this beam?"

"What? What are you doing!"

Before Xia Qing could answer, almost at the same time, she felt that she was being held up by a pair of big hands, and almost instantly she was already sitting firmly beside the man.

The man slowly turned his face, "The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the skin is like peach blossoms and smiles, the hair is like floating clouds, and the eyes are like stars" This is a poem to describe a woman, at this moment Xia Qing feels that it is very appropriate to describe the person in front of him, the man's face is handsome and abnormal, it is a kind of handsomeness that blurs the gender, both the woman-like beauty and the man's heroism, that face perfectly integrates the two together, in the night, the man is even more like an immortal.

Dressed in white, he wore a fairy aura, and the big hands holding the wine jug were also fair-skinned and slender with distinct bones, as delicate as fine mutton fat jade, Xia Qing seemed to be able to imagine the beauty of his big hands when he held the pen.

"Have you seen enough? The man smiled slightly, and there were two shallow pear vortices on his cheeks.

Xia Qing only felt that the man's two thin diamond lips were very good-looking. "Are you an immortal?" Xia Qing finally expressed his doubts.

"Yes, I am a god, come to this mortal world to see if there are any lovely women who can be brought to heaven to live with me. The man's tone was playful, and he handed Xia Qing a wine glass as if he was playing a trick. "I think you're all right, what's your name, I'll take you to heaven in a few days." ”

"I.... My name is Xia Qing. Are you really going to take me to heaven?"

"Yes, we'll talk about it after drinking this glass. The man poured the wine into Xia Qing's cup.

Xia Qing drank it all, "You pull the hook with me, my mother said that you can't go back on the hook." The man smiled and handed a finger to Xia Qing, Xia Qing quickly hooked the finger, and read in his mouth, "The hook is not allowed to change for a hundred years, and it becomes... It's a badass!" the man's smile deepened.

"Is the osmanthus stuffed still delicious?"

Xia Qing just cared about the man's words, and didn't taste the taste of the wine at all. In retrospect, the wine seems to be sweet, sweet and greasy, not at all like wine. This burst of sweetness has not dissipated, and it has been returning to the bottom of the throat, even around the tip of the tongue, and between the teeth, and the sweetness has reached the bottom of the heart. "It's so sweet, so sweet that it's greasy, sweet to the bottom of my heart. ”

"You say it's sweet?" When the man heard this, he excitedly held Xia Qing's shoulders. There was also a sparkle in his eyes.

"yes, it's so sweet, it doesn't taste like wine. Xia Qing looked at the big hand on his shoulder, struggled slightly, and the man seemed to have just reacted and let go of Xia Qing's shoulder.

She also said that this osmanthus stuff is sweet..... My name is Mochen, Xia Qing, no, Qing'er, I will come to pick you up, but you have to go down now, this wine is too strong, and ordinary people will get drunk with a glass...""Dong" Xia Qing only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he had fallen headlong among the rubble.

When Xia Qing came to her senses again, it was already three o'clock in the morning, she was lying on her small bed, she just wanted to turn over but suddenly remembered something.....

"Dance Room !!" The small annex was left with only Xia Qing's wail.