The sky gradually darkened, Tsing Yi recited a mantra in his heart, and turned into a blue light from the body of the young bird, and when he stood in the courtyard, he was Miss Song San and Song Yanfei. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

She raised her eyebrows, turned around, and her clothes flew away.

You Ning frowned slightly and looked at the cyan bird, and said, "Her cultivation is too low, and forcibly turning into a human form will even more deplete her cultivation." ”

Lu Li said: "Gains and losses follow fate, and there is no increase or decrease in the heart." If you don't force it, how can this karma come about? ”

Li Xiuneng sat alone in front of the window, holding a scroll in his hand. This time, he is bound to win, if he can enter the top three, he may dare to say a word to the Song family.

Holding a book in his hand, his thoughts unconsciously flew away, and he was simply absent-minded.

"Knock Knock"

Three door rings, Li Xiuneng opened the door, and Song Feiyan was standing at the door, dressed in a red placket and a Confucian collar

The two sides are neatly embroidered with pale pink peony flowers, and the lining is a plain white bottom skirt. The lower skirt reaches the ankles, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes with pink and white tassels. Her face was slightly reddened, shy and timid, and her hair was draped over her shoulders.

"Childe, don't you invite the little girl in?"

Li Xiuneng frowned slightly, and said, "Miss Song, it's late at night, if it is known that you are here alone, it will be in the way of your name, so please go back." ”

Song Yanfei was stunned, stretched out a plain white index finger, and gently tapped the tip of his nose, just like he tapped his lips during the day.

Li Xiuneng took a step back, blushing and heartbeat irrepressibly: "Girl, you, you." ”

She entered the door with a smile, closed the door with her hand, moved the lotus step, stared at her toes, her voice was very small and very small, and said slowly: "Childe, accompany me to drink some bars." ”

At some point, a jug of wine appeared on the table in the room, along with two side dishes to accompany the wine. Song Yanfei sat on the couch, pouring wine with his bare hands, his sleeves slipped from his frost-white wrist, and the contrast between red and white stinged his eyes.

Li Xiuneng's eyes flickered for a moment, and he said slowly: "Okay." ”

At night, the bright moon hangs high, and the sound of a young woman singing the lyrics slowly comes out of the wing, which is more beautiful than the yellow warbler in the valley, long and contains friendship.

A pair of mandarin duck pillows, a pair of mandarin duck quilts, a pair, cross-necked mandarin ducks.

The next morning, Seinfeld had long since disappeared, and if it weren't for the fact that there was still half a pot of unfinished wine on the table, he would have even thought that last night's beautiful scenery was a big dream.

There was a woman's delicate laughter in his ears, he hurriedly put on a dress and ran out of the door, in the courtyard next door, Seinfeld's swing was swinging higher and higher, seeing the man in green shirt under the tree, she pursed her lips, and a plain handkerchief flew out of her sleeve, and landed on the other side of the courtyard wall.

Li Xiuneng pursed his lips, took the handkerchief into his arms, bowed to the courtyard wall, leaned against the Bodhi tree, looked through the scroll in his hand, and looked back at the woman on the other side of the wall from time to time.

At night, Song Yanfei came to his door again and knocked lightly.

Li Xiuneng looked at her figure through the door and window, stroked her shadow on the door, and said slowly: "It was me Meng Lang last night, who ruined the young lady's name, and since I knew that it was wrong, Xiu Neng would never dare to be wrong again." If Miss believes me, wait for me for a month, and after the autumn list is released, I will definitely go to the house to propose marriage with fame. ”

Yan Fei outside the door was slightly stunned, but smiled: "You are really a gentleman, then when you become famous, I will tell my son where my family is." Let me be outside the door and accompany you. ”

Li Xiuneng nodded slightly, sat on the ground through the door.

"In the end, if you are drunk or sick, you will sit in the smoke cage until tomorrow. When I went to Mo, the flowers were like brocade, and the willows on the floor were green today! Poor Nong is waiting in the depths, and the begonias have opened until now..."

He closed his eyes and smiled unconsciously, such a beautiful joke, such a mournful girlfriend, made his heart tingle, a month, a month, he was going to marry this woman.

During the day, she and he looked at each other from a distance across the wall, and at night, she and he snuggled up to each other through the wooden door.

Day by day, night by night.

You Ning lowered his eyes for a moment, and said: "Li Xiuneng thought that the woman in the night was Song Yanfei, so he dated her, but the love gradually arose with the blue bird, I'm afraid that even if he knew the truth, it would be difficult for him to distinguish who he was using this love for." ”

Lu Li said: "What do you think?" ”

You Ning frowned slightly, turned his eyes to look at the woman sitting on the swing on the other side of the wall, and said, "He originally fell in love with Song Yanfei at first sight. Now, I'm afraid it's the blue bird. ”

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Song Feiyan is about to return home with Mrs. Song.

Before leaving, she suddenly left her servants and maidservants and ran to the small courtyard where he was.

Li Xiuneng looked at her who suddenly appeared in the daytime in shock, she gasped quietly, and said, "Prime Minister Song's mansion, the little girl's name is Yanfei, son, me."

Waiting for you to propose. ”

Li Xiuneng couldn't help but feel distressed, in the past month, they can be said to be day and night, he loves her singing, loves the lingering compassion she sings, loves her smile, or unconsciously silent.

He didn't know whether it was a hurried glimpse on the swing that day, or a night of bonding, but in short, this woman had occupied all his mind.

His former self-confidence, but at this moment, a trace of fear rose, in case, in case there was no ranking, what face did he have to face her?

He nodded cautiously: "Three days later, the autumn list will be released, wait for me." ”

Song Yanfei smiled brightly, turned around, and ran out of the yard.

Six magnificent carriages returned to the capital along the official road. Song Yanfei sat in the boudoir, smiling happily, her heart was all left in that temple, on that scholar, three days, three days, three days.

She leaned against the lattice, thinking about what she had seen him for the first time.

He is so kind, so careful, and so patient with a bird.

He is so thin, so proud, even if he is dressed in plain clothes, he is neither humble nor arrogant.

The real days are like years, and she finally understands what it means to live like years.

Three days later, the official who reported the good news came to Deyuan Temple, Li Xineng, the nineteenth year of Wanzong of the Tang Dynasty, the fourth place in Jinshi.

He finally married her.

On the day of the big day, the bride is delicate and timid, and the groom is a talent.

People say that Li Jinshi jumped into the dragon gate and married the noblest and most beautiful woman in the capital.

But since the wedding night, Li Xiuneng looked at the cinnabar on the white cloth like cinnabar, never smiled again, and became more and more depressed.

Tsing Yi wore the red costume he usually wore, standing outside the door of his study, singing the "Spring Boudoir Dream" in a low voice.

He slammed the door open, and this time, he recognized her. The woman who accompanies him every night is her!

In this world, how can there be two people who look exactly the same?

So who is he in love with?