In the nameless mountain, with a cluster of flames on the dead branches, Song Weiwen and Su Bujian followed the shouts one after another through the forest.

The two of them achieved light work, and the grass was silent, and a few fell to the ground, and a vast stone street with a width of two feet was split in front of the dense and lonely forest. Blocks of bluestone shimmer in the moonlight, stretching into the distance immersed in the dark night, ghostly and sneaky, not all distinct.

Strangely, there was no one here, and the howl of the ghost and wolf disappeared completely when they arrived.

Su Bujian glanced at Song Weiwen in surprise, Song Weiwen narrowed his eyes, raised his finger and pressed his lips to signal for another moment.

The two of them crouched in the shadows and waited for about a cup of tea, the straight stone path still facing them silently. Song Weiwen patted Su Bubin's shoulder: "Brother Su, if the mountain is not me, I will be the mountain, it seems that I am going to go deep into the tiger's den." ”

He picked the corners of his lips and smiled, exaggeratedly elongating his tone, "Are you afraid, Brother Su?" ”

Su Bujian shook off Song Weiwen's hand in disgust, I am afraid that he must be a little afraid, but when the young man in his twenties was hot-blooded and chivalrous, he pulled out his sword and said coldly: "Go." ”

So, the two of them really jumped out so generously and stepped on the stone path that was silent like a world.

"It looks like a tombway." Su Bujian touched the stone pillar standing on his left hand, the head of the column was carved into the shape of a human head, and there was a burned-out oil lamp in the skull. Such stone pillars follow the road, one every fifteen paces, like isolated figures reaching ahead.

"The mountain is a tomb, and this is naturally a tomb." Song Weiwen interface, he carried the nondescript burning stick in front of him and turned around, knocked left and right, and resisted the stick proudly, "There is no mechanism, rest assured to move forward!" ”

In this way, the group of people who were wailing just now have fallen into the hands of men. As far as they knew, there were three waves of people in the mountain, and the other two were the ones who counted whom, or maybe there was a fourth wave...... Su Bujian looked at the headlamp with distinct facial features, and a chill swelled inexplicably in his heart.

The two walked silently along the stone street, the further they went, the deeper the cold dew became, and the stone slab under their feet seemed to be waxed, slippery to the ground. Halfway through, Song Weiwen, who had rarely been silent until now, finally couldn't help but speak: "Su is not bound." ”

"Huh?" Su Bujian concentrated on the movement around him.

"What's wrong with my senior sister?"

“……”

Su Bujian looked at him for some reason, but found that Song Weiwenwen's expression was faint: "My senior sister is famous, Hui has a blue heart, and she has eight tricks than Gan. What are you not satisfied with, and still run away from marriage? ”

"Do you know who I am?" After Su Bujian asked, he suddenly felt that he was asking a little stupid, Song Weiwen usually chattered, but everything in the rivers and lakes was at his fingertips, and it didn't seem strange to know his identity. He wondered why he provoked this conversation at this time, and Su Buxian replied equally plainly: "Although blind marriage and dumb marriage are commonplace, not everyone is willing to marry a wife who has never met before, and besides, didn't your senior sister also run away from marriage?" It can be seen that I am not satisfied with this family business, so we are all happy, she didn't squeak any of the parties, you are a junior brother and came to ask what is it. ”

Although he didn't say much, he secretly poked Song Weiwen's backbone and said that he was nosy.

Song Weiwen was not satisfied, and stopped: "My senior sister is a girl, is she shy?" You see that she left Shangqing Mountain and went all the way to Xiangyang, just to see what kind of character her future husband is. He sighed with hatred, "Look at you running, what if my senior sister falls in love with Hua Fu's hypocrite?" ”

Speaking of which, he drooped his shoulders: "It's just a matter of looking at Huafu, and he actually followed a eunuch." If my master knows," he pointed at Su Bujian with awe-inspiring eyes, "his old man must kill you first, and then kill the dead eunuch." ”

"The Hua family only wants a daughter-in-law, and whoever marries it is the same." Su Buxian had already sensed Song Weiwen's deliberate intentions, and as he also stopped, he frowned and said, "What do you mean by telling me this?" ”

"What's the point! It means that I could have been your Hua family's brother-in-law, but now I want to be a eunuch's brother-in-law, which really hurts my heart! Song Weiwen stomped his feet.

It didn't matter if they stomped their feet, suddenly there was a sound as light as wings, and two barely visible cold lights came straight at their throats!

Deep in the mountains, among the old forests, the voice of the disappeared woman sounded again, but the poignant singing voice was replaced by a crisp silver bell-like laughter.

Su Buxian suddenly slapped his palm on Song Weiwen's shoulder, and the two of them each took a few steps back, only to feel a cold throat, and a cold wind could wipe their skin.

"Good viciousness and subordinate means!" Su Buxian took a sip.

Song Weiwen heard the clue from the laughter, and sighed deeply regretfully: "A good beauty, not raised in the boudoir to dance flowers and grass, running to the mountains in the middle of the night to kill people and set fires, really stained the ice muscle and jade bones." ”

The beauty's laughter stopped abruptly, but Su Bujian had already identified her position, and pulled up Song Weiwen: "Chase!" ”

Song Weiwen, who chased the beauty, was extremely happy, but this time he was deeply sad, and sighed again and again: "Alas, alas, I'm afraid that I will die of grief if I catch up." ”

"It hurts your mother's head!" No matter how good Su Bubin's self-cultivation is, he can't help but scold.

A few steps together, but the two of them directly deviated from the stone path and jumped into the hidden path on the left oblique. Su Bu ran quickly under his feet, but he was always vigilant in his mind to prevent the repetition of Fang Cai's scene. However, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of entanglement, and only the sound of their rustling was heard in the dense forest. After running wildly, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, and after a little hesitation, he saw that Song Weiwen walked towards the tree in the middle of the two roads.

"What is this?" Su Bu was stunned.

"There are dead ends on both sides, and the grave grass of my two will be as high as you will go next year." Song Weiwen walked very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the voice was faint.

He seemed to be very familiar with this place, Su Bujian followed him to turn left and right, and when he stood in front of him, there was a magnificent building in front of him.

"Brother Su." Song Weiwen rarely looked solemn, "You can help me later." ”

Su Buxian looked at him coldly, and he stroked his forehead: "I'm afraid I'll be scared." ”

"You're going to be stunned?" Su sneered.

Song Weiwen muttered: "The ghost of the ghosts, it is not the Rakshasas, and the female Rakshasa is especially terrifying." ”

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Suddenly, his heart trembled, Qin Slow's words were half crooked, and the congratulatory note he wrote a whole page was completely scrapped. When Yongque came in, he saw her biting her lip and staring at the notebook, so well-behaved that she couldn't stop feeling pity and love in people's hearts.

She is different from other smart women, her intelligence is never revealed, maybe she is deliberately clumsy, or she is used to it for self-preservation. Maybe I like someone, whether it's clumsy or clever, I always get his heart.

Qin slowly found him in hindsight, and picked up the waste paper and put it aside: "You're here." ”

"Huo An said that he had been soaking in the study all day, why did he suddenly have the leisure to study calligraphy?" He picked up the waste paper ball and looked at it, but he was slightly surprised. Qin Slow has always said that he was born in the rivers and lakes, but this hand is comparable to any young lady of a princely and noble family in Beijing, who is elegant and elegant, but his soul is hidden, he can't help but admire, "There is the demeanor of Mrs. Wei." ”

Qin Chu was embarrassed by his praise, and tore the paper three or two times: "I haven't taken a pen for a long time, and I've almost forgotten how to write." ”

Looking at the shredded paper, Yongque felt sorry in his heart, and he was even more depressed, not wanting him to see that the handwriting was obviously still reserved. She is a mystery, and he has spent all his efforts to understand that he still can't peep at half of it, which is too unfair for him to fall in love. On the one hand, he felt that it was unfair, and on the other hand, he found a suitable explanation for her, and a person who protected himself impermeably was nothing more than having been hit hard in the past.

He has already moved this idea, the rivers and lakes are actually no different from the court, and the rise and fall of grievances and grievances ebb and flow. Even if you change your face and start over, there are always some that are indelible in your bones. It's like a glimpse in the palace, which makes him palpitate and frighten. If you think about it this way, the foothold of the start is much narrower.

"Is it a congratulatory note?"

Qin slowly touched the pen and nodded: "Old Man Fang of the Gyeonggi Fang clan has some long-cherished fate with my master, and this time it happens to be his old man's sixtieth birthday, so I will go to see him for my master." ”

Her small body was close at hand, Yongque stared at her earlobe and asked with a smile: "This is a good thing, the Fang family has produced many talented and famous children, and some are still serving in the court, and it is reasonable to move around." He pretended to unintentionally roll up his sleeve and pick up the pen she was playing with, just as he was loosely covering the person in his arms, and his eyes wandered to her white neck and ears: "Are you ready for a birthday gift?" ”

At the mention of the birthday gift, Qin slowly raised his eyebrows in distress, a penny can stump a hero, but also a mortal who is not a hero, and muttered after thinking for a long time: "You don't say that I almost forgot, the master will only ask me to be a favor but not give me a single son, and it is difficult to mix up the rivers and lakes." ”

Yongque coughed, and followed the temptation: "Actually, I can help you with the birthday gift." It just so happened that the East China Sea had a batch of good corals, and the coral treasure tree was naturally a tribute to the emperor's mothers, and the rest was not enough to give as a birthday gift. ”

Qin Chu's eyes lit up when she heard this, but after thinking about it, she said slowly: "How embarrassing is that......"

A good coral costs a thousand gold, and the one sent to the palace is naturally the best of the best, Qin Slow is a good boy who is honest and honest, and this kind of thing is not as good as a veteran like Yongque.

Yongque said pretendly: "You and I don't have to worry so much about this, if you really don't want to go, you can pay some interest in advance." ”

"I don't have any money for interest...... Qin was so poor that he finally shook his head, "It's still ......"

"Who said the interest I want is from the money." Yongque saw that she was hopelessly sluggish, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked her up and put it on the table.

The wind outside the window was slow, and Qiu Shu shouted out the impatience and heat of the summer one by one, Yongque pressed against the tip of Qin Slow's nose, and the palm of his hand slid down from her shoulder inch by inch to palm the restless writhing waist, the waist was so soft that he was pleasantly surprised, and he couldn't put it down, and his eyes were scorched on the white and tender earlobe, and he gently twisted it to provoke Qin Slow to exclaim: "Governor, Governor, what are you going to do?" ”

Unable to bear the burning liquor in his heart, his lips gently rubbed the shaking ear, and finally gently bit it and said vaguely: "Advance interest." ”

Qin Slow sighed in his heart, this person is really shameless and high-sounding. 166 Reading Network