Bai Cang always felt that there was an irrepressible rebellious aura in his body these days, the black Sanskrit mark on his chest had been restored, and the wound had returned to normal, but no matter how much he used his mana to eliminate the mark, he could never eliminate it, the mark seemed to have grown out of his body, firmly attached to his skin, and could not be removed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Cang looked at himself in the mirror, and put on the plain white fairy clothes again, he was like a clear and handsome fairy who came out of a painting, but he knew that there was a vague impetuousness in his body pressing on the bottom of his eyebrows.

Qing Huan yawned, saw the immortal monarch standing in front of the mirror fixedly, and asked with some confusion, "Why did you get up so early?" At this time, they had left Zhigu and stayed at an inn on the way back to the city.

The cold Xianjun Zheng was stunned for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled comfortingly, "It's okay"

Qing Huan sat up from the bed, yesterday she obviously slept in a room by herself, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw this person sleeping next to the pillow, and she didn't know when she came in.

Bai Cang saw Qinghuan sitting in front of the bronze mirror with a confused face, holding the mahogany comb in his hand and combing it for a while, obviously not waking up, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Xianjun, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked behind her, took the mahogany comb from her hand, and smiled lightly in the man's stunnedness, "Your hair is already black and smooth, and if you comb it so roughly, shouldn't it fall out?" ”

When Qing Huan heard this, his face turned red, he lowered his head with some shame, and let Bai Cang comb her hair, his movements were so gentle, he felt the comb gently slash his hair, and saw the person in the mirror with a fairy posture, and his cold eyebrows and eyes were a little indescribably gentle, and he couldn't help but remind Qing Huan of the sentence of tying hair with Jun and growing old together.

"If one day, I forget who I am, you must remember who I am" The tiger stood behind her and suddenly said such a sentence with unknown meaning, and stood with his eyes down, unable to see emotion in his eyes.

Qing Huan was in a flurry of thoughts, and he didn't pay attention to his words at all, only tapped his chin, and replied casually, "Don't worry, I will definitely remember you", engraved in my heart, where would I not remember?

Waiting for a few people to go on the road again, they arrived in the capital unconsciously, Qing Huan opened the sedan curtain and looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, in fact, they did not leave far, and the reason why they left at that time was also to see the outside world, but she didn't expect such a great change to happen at home, thinking of this, her eyes darkened.

"What are you thinking?" Abruptly, a clear and familiar male voice sounded, it was the tiger, who obviously didn't look at her, but seemed to know that she would touch the scene.

"It's nothing" Qing Huan replied in a panic, turned his head to look out of the sedan chair, but there were a few tears sliding down the corner of his eyes, on the shore of the lake, when he was a child, his father walked through her several times on his back, whenever the old man who bought sugar gourds walked by, he would always buy her two strings, one string in one hand, watching her eat candy all over her face, smiling very dotingly, but now there is nothing, she didn't even see him for the last time before he died.

A pair of hands stretched out beside her, holding her hand tightly, the palm was very warm, giving her a lot of strength, she knew that it was Cui Wei, turned her head, it was she who whispered to herself, "Miss, don't be afraid, I will always be with you"

"Phew!" Uncle Wu stopped the horses, the carriage stopped in front of the familiar courtyard, and when they arrived, they returned to the place where they had left off.

Cui Wei and Wu Bo first carried their luggage and got off the sedan chair, but Qing Huan sat on the sedan chair with a slight tremble, and did not move for a long time, she forced herself to calm down and not to think about the fact of her father's death, not to think about the arrogant attitude of her sister that day, but she couldn't do it, the more she thought about it, the more nervous she felt, and even her mouth was dry, her brain was blank, and her stomach was a violent burning sensation.

The man in plain white fairy clothes walked to the front of the sedan chair, opened the sedan curtain with one hand but did not go down, but stretched out his hand and coaxed her softly in a gentle and comforting tone, "Don't be afraid, grab my hand, okay?" ”

Qing Huan only felt that the chaotic consciousness was instantly relieved, the fairy voice was in the wind, a pair of deep blue eyes were as gentle as water, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was about to step on a spring garden instead of a place of pain, which caused her to be slightly stunned, as if she had been tempted, and slowly stretched out her hand.

"Come, let's go down" Almost instantly, the warm and thick palm held her tightly, giving her an infinite sense of security in her heart.

Finally got off the sedan chair, Qing Huan took a few breaths hard, and then tried his best to calm down, forcing himself to look at the once extremely familiar courtyard, the courtyard is still depressed and dilapidated, from the outside it looks rustic, even the three big characters of red vermilion lacquer on the plaque of the house "Qinghuan Pavilion" have all peeled off, leaving three wooden characters in vain, and now even the father is gone, let alone anyone will remember to repair this house, Qing Huan lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly, and then looked up The blue eyes were full of tears.

Cui Wei brought the luggage to the door, but the door lock was closed tightly from the inside, which made her feel a little confused, and gently knocked on the bronze door lock, but no one answered, could it be that Steward Liu and Aunt Fang were not there?

"Steward Liu, are you there? Second Miss is back! Seeing that no one answered, Cui Wei became even more anxious, so she knocked on the lock of the door hard, and shouted a few words loudly, seeing that the cold wind was gradually rising outside, and they had been on the road for so long, and it was about to fall into the night, and they could not delay any longer.

Qing Huan stood aside with her arms crossed, her body curled up slightly in the cold wind of late autumn, she was afraid, she was afraid that it was not a familiar person who opened the door, not even a person at home, she couldn't even control herself from thinking about other worse situations, such as being told that the house had been resold to someone else, so she would have no home to go back to...

Bai Cang raised his eyes and glanced at the windy weather, he was afraid that it would be winter in a few days, thinking like this, he waved his hand lightly, and the snow-white brocade robe appeared in his hand.

"The wind is strong, put on the cold" Qing Huan's mind was in the chaos, and suddenly he heard the man close to his ear and said a word of concern, followed by the trembling body was tightly wrapped in warmth, and the familiar brocade robe fell on him, Qing Huan only felt a warm heart.

"Squeak" The sound of the door opening, Cui Wei looked at the people inside with great joy, fortunately the person who opened the door was not a stranger, but Steward Liu, but he looked ten years old overnight, and the meaning of old age in his eyes was more obvious.

Steward Liu squinted his eyes and glanced at them slightly, an ecstatic expression instantly appeared on his face, and he said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "It's the second miss and Cui Wei who are back!" Come on in! ”

Watching Steward Liu lean over and push the door open, Qing Huan couldn't stand it anymore, and called Cui Wei to push the door open together, looking at his staggering steps, Qing Huan felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, remembering that in the past, Steward Liu often hoeed grass in the courtyard and trimmed the courtyard, what happened to make him become so old in just a few months?