The love between Mingyi and Fengqing is like a fire that suddenly fell on the vast grassland in the dry season, and at first glance, the two people who could have lived peacefully in the second half of their lives were pulled into the burning whirlpool.

However, the difference in identity between the two makes this love difficult, even if Fengqing can no longer hide the fact that he loves Mingyi deeply, he confessed his thoughts about her, and the emperor who discovered the love affair of his favorite daughter only needs a holy decree to draw a deeper gap between the two.

Before Jing Hao rushed to the Yuelao Temple that day, she had seen Mingyi who was trapped in the royal Taoist temple to be married, she held the hairpin and stroked her arm with a ruthless hand, and the blood splashed on the hem of Jing Hao's clothes that could not be stopped.

"So I've been thinking that if I hadn't come back to find Yue Lao angrily that day, but had brought Feng Qing over directly, they might have been able to escape, and Mingyi wouldn't have to kill herself...... So, when they cried and begged me to let them be free, I couldn't help but say yes. ”

"But what's the use of saying yes at that time, they have become wandering spirits, and they will never be reincarnated again."

Jing Hao sighed, and stepped on Chongze's waist twice, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his right foot that was less injured but also wrapped into a zongzi, with a rather sad expression, "Chongze, are you uncomfortable to see me so sad?" ”

"I can't comfort you," Shigezawa calmly turned over a page of Buddhist scriptures, as if the words after that were not said by him at all, "You are sad, my mood is not good at all." ”

He said a lingering and sympathetic love sentence seriously, and looking at his slightly furrowed brows and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed, this sentence was obviously true.

Jing Hao twisted twice on the bed, stretched out his hand to cover his somewhat hot face, but before he could move, he was held by Chongze's hand, carefully examined her wound, and looked at her helplessly after making sure there was no problem, "Recuperate, don't move." ”

Jing Hao sighed, "But what you just said made me so happy, I want to move closer to you." ”

After saying that, she saw the slightly upturned arc of the corners of Chongze's mouth, he silently reached out and carefully raised her head, moved her position and placed her head on his thigh, retrieved the Buddhist scripture that had been thrown aside casually before, looked down and continued, but his empty hand was running down her hair, and touched it affectionately twice.

The rhythm is not out of order at all, and the last one will even hook a strand of her hair with her little finger and slowly make a circle between her fingers.

Jing Hao sighed again, and looked at the appearance of being wrapped in a mummy, sad and melancholy, "I missed another chance to see the base of your neck reddened with shyness." ”

Chongze stretched out his hand to cover her slightly shiny eyes, but in his eyes were so dazzling that they couldn't even compare to the brightest stars, and coughed lightly to find back his tone, "Good, don't make trouble." ”

The blindfolded eye in the palm of his hand blinked twice quickly, the long eyelashes scraped his palm, and the slight itch that ran all the way to the bottom of his heart made him quickly raise his hand, but someone quickly raised his head and pecked him, and his soft lips were imprinted in the palm, making him want to hold the residual touch to the height of not even worshipping.

Especially the person lying on his lap was still smiling at him.

Chongze lowered his head and kissed her on the face, and after lifting it, he lowered it and pecked it twice, and moved away with reason in a reserved manner, but he couldn't suppress the increasingly upturned arc of the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Jing Hao lay on his lap, he loved to sleep before, but after being injured, he no longer had the ability to fall asleep lightly, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and subconsciously rubbed a few times, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that the dark purple robe that was neat and ironed without even a trace of wrinkles was about to be rubbed into a rag thrown in the corner by her.

Although Chongze has never said it explicitly, as far as his usual details are concerned, it is obvious that he has a habit of cleanliness, his body is not covered with dust, and his clothes have always been ironed, without even a trace of wrinkles.

Now she is twisted into such a look.

Jing Hao poked Chongze, who was still looking at the Buddhist scriptures intently, "Put me back, you go change your clothes?" ”

Shigezawa glanced at the current state of her clothes along her fingertips, pinched her face and didn't care much, "I know what's more important." ”