Although the first dream and Fu Xuan rebuilt the old relationship, but still did not move back to the eldest son's bedroom to live, Fu Xuan followed her temperament, only said that there was a buffer period to come slowly, and said again and again: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoYesterday the wind and rain were urgent, if there is some leakage in that house, just tell me, I will call someone to repair it, you can live there for as long as you want......"

The first dream thanked Fu Xuan, but it showed some raw points, but Fu Xuan was timid in his heart and didn't dare to say it clearly. When I first dreamed of this, I smiled and said: "Good son, you and I respect each other like guests, and we are not indifferent to your feelings." ”

Fu Xuan nodded and agreed, "Okay, then you can go." In fact, he wanted to ask "when will you come back", but he didn't dare to ask, and he pretended to be deaf and dumb in his first dream. What about the current situation of the Fenghua son, she is even more of a person who has been in the market, naturally she is not afraid of those majesty, and she is as light as a cloud of smoke for the handsome demeanor in the mouth of outsiders.

Although they live in separate rooms, they use dinner for two people together. Since Xie An issued a thrift order a few months ago, Fu Xuan's food has only been cut by half, and now that Wei Zhen is gone, the people in the house have even lighter meals, and because of the scorching summer, everyone has no appetite to enjoy those greasy things. Fu Xuan's mind was delicate, and taking this situation into account, he specially asked someone to collect some sweet and sour appetizing pickled plums from Guangzhou for Chu Meng's food. The plums are bright red like peaches, translucent like jade, and they are respectively packed in soft peach wooden boxes engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects, which are extremely exquisite. Fu Xuan opened the box for Chu Meng to see like a treasure, and only asked her if she liked it, and Chu Meng naturally said that she liked it.

Fu Xuan's eyes were full of love, and the eyes that looked at her were glowing, Chu Meng smiled lightly and said, "You can also eat some." ”

He stretched out his fingers to take one, but put it to Chu Meng's lips, and only said, "I want you to feed me." ”

Chu Meng glared at him with slight disgust, and said with a smile: "My hands are very dirty. ”

"No hands. Fu Xuan smiled evilly, "With his mouth." ”

Chu Meng's side was a little red, and he quickly took the plum and stuffed it into Fu Xuan's mouth: "Hey." ”

Fu Xuan only felt that the saliva was overflowing in his mouth from all directions, and the plum was good in small sips, so big that he was so sour that he was going to tremble. Chu Meng only giggled, Fu Xuan saw Chu Meng smile, and his heart was happy, but Bo Jia smiled, even if he ate a basket of sour plums, he was willing.

Late slightly, it rained heavily yesterday, only the world was washed once, and the bricks and tiles in Wuyi Lane were only replaced with a pure new look. Chu Meng slowly lay down, looking at the moon hanging high outside through the window lattice, clear as a mirror, as big as a wheel, and felt the peace and tranquility of the rain and the sunny sky in my heart.

Although Fuxuan didn't sleep next to her, she didn't pill his arm, but her heart was more peaceful than the night when Fuxuan was warm before. That peace comes from the relief of the crux of her heart, and also from the pure sinking and disintegration of her heart. It is useless to keep the body of the person in love, what matters is whether the heart belongs to her.

"First Dream - I am Snow Heart - " First Dream opened her eyes, only to see a woman standing at the head of her bed, the figure fluttering and the shadow of the clouds, the timbre and appearance in the cloud shadow are no different from her, only more tender, the voice came from a distance, but it was very dignified and respectful, pleasing to the ear.

"Are you the Xue Xin of the Flame Flyer?" Chu Meng knew in her heart that she had another identity, she had heard Huan all say that that Xue Xin was the orphan raised by the Nanling Mansion in the past, and she was her eldest sister.

"Yes, sister. ”

"Eldest sister, can you tell me about your background, or ours. ”

"Sister, it's not appropriate today, it's just too hurried, and when you should know it in the future, you will naturally know. Xue Xin said and waved her white fluttering sleeves, and Chu Meng's body was as light as her, "Sister, just follow me." ”

I don't know why in the first dream, I have an inexplicable trust and peace of mind in my heart towards the eldest sister constructed by the phantom, probably because the voice is dignified and solemn, only admirable, and I happily follow her in my heart.

It is said that it is going, but it is just a moment, the beautiful scenery of the green tile wall of Wuyi Lane in front of me and the bright moon under the corridor have been replaced by another palace of high gates, the palace is magnificent, the first dream recognizes, this is Sima Xi's Nanling Palace.

Xue Xin seemed to be able to read Chu Meng's thoughts, and only said: "Don't panic in your heart, Sima Xi can't see you and me, and anyone in the mansion can't see you and me, but we don't have much time, so we have to go back quickly." ”

Chu Meng's head bowed: "Sister, you just lead the way, I'll go with you." ”

Xue Xin waved her sleeves again, and saw that the scene in front of her was replaced by an aurora building, which was located in the core area of Nanling Wangfu, surrounded by deep and quiet gardens. From the outside, you can tell that this building is very high-level. The candle flame shone outwards from the inside, burning like a bonfire in the night, burning only the eyes of the first dream.

Xue Xin didn't speak, but her expression was not happy, she just calmed down, took Chu Meng's hand and rushed to the door. The brightness of the building was a little star, but now it grew bigger and bigger, and it grew as big as a ball of fire, and at last it could be seen clearly by the tiny flowers carved on the door.

The first dream suddenly closed his eyes, he only thought he was going to collide, but when he opened his eyes, he found that his body was already inside.

No wonder the imposing-looking guards didn't notice the two of them at all.

"Eldest sister, have you arrived?" Chu Meng looked at her, calling himself as the eldest sister with an innocent face, which was always a little weird.

Xue Xin didn't say a word, only quietly looked at a place in the house, and stared deeply and for a long time.

Chu Meng only followed her gaze, and then realized that she was in Sima Xi's study. The hall was empty, the bookshelves were scattered and arranged in several columns, and the manuscripts were stacked on several shelves, and there was a table on the top, made of fine wood, on which was placed a golden carved beast candlestick, and behind it was the golden screen. The prince's study is all the same, only compared with the young people like Fu Xuan, Sima Xi's is heavier, less interesting ornaments and a few shelves of idle books, more old bamboo slips and all kinds of calligraphy and painting antiques.

Xue Xin stood in the middle of the study, her eyes fixed on the straight ahead, no matter how surprised Chu Meng was, she seemed to have suddenly lost her mind reading skills.

The first dream is smart in the end, and I immediately understood that it was used in it, and the heavenly machine was only unspeakable, and Xue Xin could lead herself here, and she had already used a lot of her heavenly power.

But what were the chances that day?

The first dream was chaotic for a while, and he couldn't think clearly, so he set off and drifted to the direction indicated by Xue Xin's gaze, only to see that the table was spread out with the bamboo slip handwritten "Sun Tzu's Art of War", the font was extremely marked in italics, and it was turning to the third "Attack Chapter". The first dream is not strange to "The Art of War", in the past, when she was in Xianbei, she also dabbled in a lot of the works of the Jin Kingdom and the former Qin, so spread, as if Sima Xi had not finished reading it at will. At first, I dreamed of turning the bamboo slip, but when I stretched out my finger, I found that the finger could pass through the bamboo slip, and it was a phantom of her.

Is it The Art of War?

Chumeng looked at Xue Xin for answers, but Xue Xin was still like that, her eyes looked in her direction calmly, and she didn't move. But the first dream vaguely felt that Xue Xin's body was gradually becoming ethereal.