The fog gradually dissipated with the footsteps of the deacon and the woman, and extended all the way along the cobblestone road, the morning light gradually dew inside the National Teacher's Mansion, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking and labor outside the National Teacher's Mansion gradually rose. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fog separates them like two worlds.

When Deacon Mo Jiu came to see Zhuo Xi, he was watching alone under the ancient locust tree with a scroll in his hand.

The national teacher's mansion is as prosperous and lush as a person, the green bamboo is mixed with large peonies, the air is cold, and a green jade cup beside Zhuo Xi rotates in the air with half a cup of fragrant tea, and the heat is curling.

Dressed in plain clothes, the temperament is noble.

Mo Jiu leaned over and saluted, "Lord, Miss Yan has arrived." ”

Zhuo Xi bowed slightly, looking at the beauty in front of him, the beauty seemed to have come out of a painting.

Live up to her reputation in the capital.

But for Zhuo Xi, a woman's beauty and fame are the most useless.

Turning his eyes, he continued to stare at the ancient books in his hand.

Mo Jiu stepped aside, Yan Shuangshu smiled lightly, and said, "The concubine has seen the national teacher." ”

"The young lady of the Shao Wei National Teacher's Mansion has always been bold and reckless, your sister is spicy by nature, and you are not inferior to Miss Yan." Zhuo Xi smiled slightly, but still didn't look at Yan Shuangshu: "Everyone is fond of drinking beauty incense, and the girl is a beauty, but I have no interest in flowers without thorns." ”

The sky is blue and blue, and there is no cloud shadow, and the geese are dancing after the sun.

Yan Shuangshu said indifferently, "The national teacher said that you are not interested in Shuang'er, why do you want to imprison my body, since my body already belongs to the national teacher, then why do you want to keep my soul thousands of miles away." ”

"Miss Yan, not all possession comes from love." Bai Changyin said coldly.

Yan Shuangshu smiled: "Actually, if Shuang'er loves the national teacher, it is better to hate more." ”

Zhuo washed his hands and fingers, the teacup rotated, took a sip of tea, and moved his body until he reached Yan Shuangshu's side.

The other hand touched the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, crossed the center of her eyebrows, and said, "What does the girl want?" ”

"National teacher, you bully the noble, the little woman is helpless. can only live in your national teacher's mansion and throw yourself into the net to get back half of your body. As he spoke, he suddenly took out a dagger from his arms and put it against Zhuo Xi's chest.

However, his wrist gradually lost strength, and Yan Shuangshu saw Zhuo Xi deceive himself in front of him, and he blushed uncontrollably and heartbeat. The clear eyebrows became more and more graceful between half smiling and not smiling, and the deep eyes seemed to be rubbed into a piece of starlight.

The hot air of tea in his hand is dispersed in the air and blends with the green fragrance of bamboo leaves.

The evil smiled with a smile, "You want to enter this Hades Palace, but I, the Hades King, can't keep you." Miss Yan, you must understand that it is your father's status that keeps your soul immortal, not my affection. It is also your father's status that makes it necessary to make sacrifices and be imprisoned at Ling Xiao Peak, which is not my obsession. If you hate, you should hate your father. Or, hate why you are Wei Guogong's favorite daughter.

Zhuo Xi's eyes flickered.

"At this moment, you just want to be doomed, and I won't allow you to enter."

With a "dang" sound, the dagger fell to the ground.

Zhuo Xi turned around with a smile, his fingers moved slightly, and a gust of wind in his sleeve actually blew away Le Xiangxi's figure.

"Go back to Lingxiao Peak obediently." The breeze in Zhuo Xi's sleeve carried a red cloud into the distance.