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———————————— chattering dividing line———————————————— Hun Qingchen's face flushed, and he quieted down in Murong Qian's steady heartbeat.

The autumn mood brought by the window from time to time is like a trace of honey, sneaking into the peach blossom eyes with the wind, sweetly relishing, and gradually fermenting.

Slightly drunk, slightly drunk.

When the curtain was lifted again, the carriage had stopped steadily in front of King Zheng's mansion.

Hu Qingchen looked at the elegant plaque, and hesitated a little.

A long "squeak"

, the door of the Vermilion Mansion opened, and Ah Li led everyone to greet him: "Welcome the prince and princess back to the house!" ”

Seeing the groveling group of slaves, Hun Qingchen unconsciously dodged back, Murong Qian held her hand and said softly, "Qingchen, what's wrong?" ”

Xun Qingchen quietly lowered his head: "I, I'm a little ......"

Murong smiled on his pale lips: "What's the matter?" ”

Hu Qingchen was a little embarrassed, and twisted: "Just ......"

Murong Qianjian raised his eyebrows, smiled, and suddenly, he picked up Hun Qingchen with his waist cross, gently leaned to her cheek, and whispered: "It's okay, you are as usual, just pretend to be asleep 1 Hun Qingchen opened his eyes and stared at Murong Qian without blinking. He said, as usual, just pretend to be asleep. Usually, he did the same, carrying her home? "It's just, this time, don't make me wait too long!" The eyelashes trembled slightly, looking at such a bright smiling face, I couldn't explain the thousands of feelings in my heart, so I had to nod and say "um" softly. The warm light of autumn, through the branches of the maple leaves, softly hit the side of his face, hazy, like an unreal dream. Hu Qingchen squinted and peeked at Murong Qian, suddenly hugged his neck and got up, and kissed the side of his face. Murong Qian's footsteps froze, stunned in place. Hun Qingchen smiled and turned into sugar, and said sweetly: "Ah Qian, it's true 1 This qiē is not a dream, it's true!" "Qingchen, what did you call me just now?" Hu Qingchen closed his eyes instantly, pretended to be asleep, and said no more. "Light dust, light dust!" After Murong Qian called twice, suddenly, he couldn't help but turn around with Hun Qingchen in his arms. "Hahaha! All right! Ahh Ahh Ahh ......" Hun Qingchen kept begging for mercy in dizziness. The sky was spinning, and it was blurry, and she could only hear Murong Qian's laughter, leading the corners of her mouth upward; I can only see Murong Qian's peach blossom eyes, which are as clear as a clear blue spring. She's a little fluttery. Although King Zheng's Mansion is a royal mansion, it is Xiaoya's residence, and the layout of the mansion is not as grand as Situ's Mansion. Murong Qian put Hun Qingchen on the couch and gently covered the Luan Fengjin quilt for her. It was still the same room, where she and he had such a fierce argument last time, but now, they were so close. Through the gap in Murong Qian's arms, she spied the silent silk strings not far away, the fluted pipa and the Jiaowei qin, just like them, snuggled up in the mellow and elegant rising incense burner. Her gaze slowly drifted with the green smoke on the stove, turning to the scroll on the wall, Mo Lan was empty, replaced by a full moon, and her heart couldn't help but move: "That painting...... It's still there! "Qingchen, this is the first time I've painted for you, and I'll cherish it!" Murong Qian smiled slightly, "The flower is full moon, and the person is long!" Hun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian, and the shear water autumn pupils shimmered: "Ah Qian, thank you 1 The corners of Murong Qian's mouth hooked up a wisp of playfulness: "Thank you for what I did?" "Thank you...... Paint me so beautiful! Murong Qian shook his head, stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the soul lock mole in the corner of Hun Qingchen's eyes: "Qingchen, I can't draw your charm." "Childe!" Ah Li suddenly broke in, looked at Murong Qian and Hun Qingchen's intimate appearance, and immediately turned around. Murong Qian sighed helplessly, frowning slightly: "What's wrong?" "Childe, he'...... Not again! Ah Liyu asked hesitantly, "Today...... Or is it missing? Murong Qian refused: "No! Hu Qingchen looked at Murong Qian's expression, and had a trace of doubt: "Who, why don't you see it?" Before Murong Qian could answer, a sheng song came from outside the house, and his eyes jumped, and he grabbed Murong Qian's arm: "Brother Mo? It's Brother Mo 1