Seeing that neither of them answered, the man's red lips were lightly raised but he smiled extremely sarcastically again, and his blue eyes revealed a bit of disdain, so that there was neither cynicism nor the slightest smugness, but it was calm to the point of being almost terrifying, what had happened to him that would make him become like this, indifferent to ice?

Bai Cang raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he was not afraid of death when he spoke, and once again mentioned the topic that could find a little warmth in his emotions, and said, "You have just admitted that you are waiting for someone, then I am a little curious, what kind of person will make you wait for nearly five hundred years and not give up, and clean the palace on this floor every day, isn't it because of his arrival?"

The flower emperor heard this but did not answer for a while, a red dress that was extremely red and extremely bewitching, but seemed to be immersed in the boundless darkness in an instant, and the coolness gradually spread into the palace, I don't know which corner of the windowsill extinguished a few candles, the whole palace was darkened for a while, the person's beautiful face was annihilated in the night, the candlelight swayed, but inexplicably revealed a deep sense of loneliness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Brother Huahuang, you have been imprisoned here alone for nearly five hundred years, isn't it very lonely? There is not even a person to talk to" In the end, it was unbearable to bear the feeling of sadness that came up from the bottom of her heart, Qing Huan still coughed a few times and took the lead in breaking the silence, although she always felt that the title was a little awkward, her blue eyes still carried a slight touch of tenderness and secretly glanced at the person sitting next to the desk not far away.

"The loneliness of the body can be tolerated, but the loneliness in the heart cannot be relieved by anyone" The man's cold voice spoke again, but he picked up a white jade pot on the desk and gently poured a pot of wine in the ancient rattan cup.

The sound of cold wine in the glass of fine gurgling into the ears, accompanied by a burst of sweet and refreshing fragrance, Qing Huan closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, but seemed to smell the taste of the sweet herb dumplings made by Fang's sister-in-law for herself every year, and blurted out with a flash of inspiration in her eyes at the moment, "This is a beautiful bar that I personally went to the mountains to pick the herbs with dew in the good morning days of spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"You girl, act recklessly, your mind is wild, but you don't want to have a little knowledge" The man chuckled, glanced at her slightly, but his eyes were unconsciously dyed with a little sadness, as if talking to himself looked into the distance and said, "That's right, I think the world has the patience to go up the mountain all year round to find all the herbs to make this wine for me, except for him, I'm afraid there will be no second person in the world."

Qing Huan listened to this, but he was completely puzzled in his heart, he was both gentle and patient, but he could be so ruthless to leave him alone in this lock demon tower for nearly five hundred years, and at the same time, he was puzzled in his heart, but at the same time, he blurted out a sentence without thinking, "Brother Huahuang, is this person you are talking about a man or a woman?"

The man in red blushed in an instant when he heard this, and the original beautiful and sad atmosphere was completely ruined by this sentence, and he couldn't help but look sideways at the beautiful woman he had just boasted about, and he glared fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you say?"

Qing Huan heard this, but he wrung his fingers and lowered his head a little shyly, raised his eyes again and took a closer look at the face that was so beautiful that people were angry, his voice was pressed in his throat, and he whispered in a vague voice, "Brother Huahuang, you are so beautiful that you are incomprehensible, if you have some special habits, I also completely understand it, after all, such an old woman with a face that has lost her teeth, and no one will not like the little boy who is babbling..."

"You..." The man in red gritted his teeth when he heard her words, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were so angry that he couldn't speak, this sentence was a complete contempt for his identity as a pure master, although he was born as the Emperor of Flowers, but he didn't think of such a male or female face, and it could even be said that he was extremely disgusted with the way he looked every time he was demonized.

"Of course the person I like is a woman, is it still a dirty and muddy man in the world" The man in red said again, but his tone was extreme, and with a little indignation, he drank the cup of clear and fragrant herb wine on the table.

"Ahem" Bai Cang, who had always been silent on the side, coughed lightly a few times, with an extremely unnatural look in his blue eyes, which seemed to be a silent protest against what he said.

The man in red closed his eyes with his chin in his hand, and his slender and white fingers tapped lightly on the table embedded with cherry blossom petals, as if he was caught in an extremely distant memory, and did not speak for a long time.

Qing Huan waited for a while, staring closely at the person's red and beautifully shaped lips, but never spit out half a word, only heard that it seemed to be raining outside, and the sound of dripping raindrops fell along the window in the tower, after all, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to protest and knocked on the light-colored ground, and said helplessly, "Brother, we are waiting for you to tell you a long, long story, why don't you say it?"

When the man heard this, the finger that was tapping on the desk stopped gently, opened a pair of Baise eyes slightly dyed with pink smoke from the entrance of the fragrant and mellow Baicao wine, and spoke again, but the tone was dreamy and beautiful.

"My acquaintance with her is actually still a cliché, it's still the same story, but because the object is her, this story reveals a bit of unprecedented beauty" The flower emperor spoke again, but there was a little rare tenderness in his eyes, and such a beautiful face revealed a bit of holy and soft brilliance against the background of this warm candlelight, which made both of them look slightly stupid.

Qinghuan thinks that her biggest hobby on weekdays is to listen to stories and read stories, no matter which dynasty or which generation of official history or wild history, she tirelessly relishes it, those ancient books, or when she was a child, when Fang's sister-in-law sat under the tree with her in her arms, she was deeply fascinated by those lingering or beautiful and treacherous stories when she was holding a fan and fanning the wind, and even reveled in it and couldn't extricate herself。

"I'm really blinded by lard, telling stories to you two stupid people who don't break into this lock demon tower and don't know the details, according to normal development, shouldn't I deliberately embarrass you or even eat you first?"

"Speak quickly!" the two people next to him shouted in unison, and shouted cleanly to the red-clothed flower emperor.

"Ahem, ahem, okay" The flower emperor coughed a few times with some embarrassment, but cleared his throat again, pretending to be deep and re-propped his chin with his hands, calmed down again, a pair of different pupils looked into the distance, the night was deep, the candlelight was flickering, his ancient story that had never been heard by anyone had been precipitated for nearly five hundred years, and the voice opened with a deep sense of long-term memory.