The fate is determined by heaven, and the division needs to be artificial.

The Buddha said that only 500 times of looking back in the past life can be exchanged for passing by in this life, and if the moment of rubbing shoulders keeps the other party, it will be a good fate. Many times we miss a true love not because of shallow fate, but because we don't grasp it in time and let it be lost.

Marriage is a wonderful thing, I can't tell the truth, how many crazy men and women are entangled in it.

Since she got a marriage sign from Leng Cui'an, Ping'er's heart is difficult to calm down along the way, rippling with a wave that wants to open, a man always unconsciously appears in front of her eyes, his voice and smile are so clear, so that Ping'er's mouth unconsciously rises, and her face contains spring, she put the sign that says the origin of the yellow sand in her pocket, and the Buddha feels that there is a faint warmth in that position, so that she feels comfortable.

When he returned to the palace, Ping'er had no intention of sitting in the room, walked out of the room with the stick, and involuntarily went towards Qiu Shuangzhai.

The sunset has set, the night is coming, and it is neither cold nor warm at this time, just like Ping'er's mood at this time is not sad or happy.

A furnace of pills has just been practiced, Sha Boliu personally put the pills into the golden bottle one by one, because this is to give the emperor the medicine, so it is extremely particular, the pill should be put into a small and delicate inlaid dragon gold bottle, and each bottle of pills of the particle tree is regulated, there are a total of four small gold bottles, and each bottle contains ninety-nine pills, not one more, not one less, every time the pill is refined, Sha Boliu personally put it into the bottle, mainly for fear of mistakes, these ninety-nine pills of the emperor can be eaten for three days, and four bottles of pills can be eaten for 12 days, so after the pill has just been practiced, he has to practice the next time, since the emperor is seriously ill, he has become more and more dependent on the pill, if they do not rush to practice before the palace refining medicine, they can not completely drop the pill, the time is tight, the task is heavy, every day in the autumn is full of smoke, the furnace is blazing.

When Ping'er came, Sha Boliu was concentrating on filling the elixir into the golden bottle, afraid that he would be distracted, so Ping'er stood aside silently, and the room was very quiet, and he could only hear the sound of the wind sweeping the ground outside.

Finally, finally Shaberlius filled the four bottles of elixir, and then covered the lids one by one, put them into a golden box in front of him, and covered the lid of the box, he often breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the slim figure not far away, at this time the night has come, the light in the room is very dim, but in the dim light, Shaberio can still see the woman in front of him clearly, even in the dark eyes and for Shabelio Ping'er is the only beauty in his eyes, "Ping'er, when did you come?" Are you here to scoop the elixir? Sha Boliu slowly got up from his chair, and said in a gentle tone, with joy that could not be concealed, and the dim light prevented Ping'er from seeing the tenderness on the other party's face clearly. Sha Boliu didn't dare to be sentimental and thought that Ping'er was specifically coming to see him, he knew that he was not so important in her heart, and he had always been a falling flower deliberately following the flowing water, and the flowing water ruthlessly abandoned the falling flowers.

At this moment, Ping'er's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and then regained her initial calm, she said slowly, I've been here for a while, I didn't bother you when I saw that you were loading ammunition, why didn't you order someone to hold the lamp when it was dark? Her reputation is still gentle, and the Buddha is intoxicated by the spring breeze. It was obvious that he came because he was thinking about it in his heart, but at this time, he didn't dare to say the words in his heart, and at this moment Ping'er realized the helplessness of Murong Yichuan when he faced Wanruo, it was a kind of helplessness that wanted to love but didn't dare to love, and only the authorities could understand the taste.

Sha Bo was busy lighting a few candles, the room instantly lit up, in the dim light Ping'er's face was extraordinarily soft, charming, making people look at a feeling of fascination, in the face of the charming and moving Ping'er Saberlius heart surging towards each other a few steps, the distance between each other is very close, the light shadow pulled Sha Boliu's body very long and long, looking more and more upright than usual, Originally, in Ping'er's eyes, the most upright and majestic man in the world, in addition to his brother Shangguan Tianjue, was the blessed king Murong Yichuan, whom he loved deeply but had nothing to do with him, but now this man with a barbaric writing in front of her made her engrave it in her heart, so that she couldn't help but look up and admire, and when she saw the other party's broken finger, her heart would hurt, and how much this man should love himself before he made up his mind to cut off a finger. How can she be embarrassed by the depths of love, how can she live up to this feeling, Ping'er who has been getting along for many days can no longer be moved by the wind and grass when facing Sabelli, and she can't fully open her heart to accept this man who loves her like life, just because her heart has been occupied by others, like a cup full of water, and there is no room to hold excess water. Thinking about himself, Ping'er's hand holding the sticker unconsciously let go, and the thing fell to the ground, making a slight sound, in this silent room to hear very clearly, before Ping'er to pick it up, and Sha Boliu had already taken the first step to pick it up, scooped it up and saw that it was a wooden strip, and after a careful look at the wooden strip, there were seven words written on it, "The origin of the yellow sand is difficult" Sha Boliu stared at the tag and silently read the words on it.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me." Ping'er saw that her signature was now in Sha Boliu's hand, she panicked, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, "Isn't it just a wooden stick, look at you as if you are a baby, how can there be words on it?" It doesn't look like it's yours, what the hell is going on? Seeing that Ping'er was so nervous about the wooden strip in his hand that seemed worthless to him, Sha Boluo was puzzled, and refused to let go, so he had to get to the bottom of it.

How could Ping'er tell the other party that this was the marriage sign she begged for in the temple, "You give it back to me,"

No matter how Ping'er wants to sign this Sha Boliu, the more he is so curious about the wooden strip in his hand is doubling, seeing Ping'er's face red, like a blooming water lotus, so untouchable, and seeing that she is so nervous about this wooden strip, Shabelio suddenly felt a little unexpected, and said in his heart, could it be that this wooden strip was given to her by the person she wanted? How could you be so nervous?

"Sabelio, give it to me, I know you're a good person, if you don't give me back the things, I'll be angry and ignore you for the rest of my life." Seeing that she couldn't snatch the slip from the other party's hand, Ping'er frowned slightly, thinking about it, she reached out and grabbed the placket of Sabelio's robe and used her little daughter's coquettish method to impress the other party and make him return the things to herself. This is the first time in Ping'er's life to be coquettish with a man other than her brother, so she was ashamed of her face and blushed, not daring to look up, but she always grabbed the corner of Sabelio's clothes, originally thought that she would not be coquettish, but now I know that in fact, no one can make herself coquettish, no man is willing to hold himself in the palm of his hand and pamper, it turns out that being coquettish is a taste of happiness.

This trick really worked for Sabrio, seeing that Ping'er, who was usually indifferent to herself, was coquettish with herself at the moment, how could Sabri not get drunk in the face of her shyness? How can you not be confused? All his defense line collapsed at this moment, even thousands of horses and thousands of troops did not let him soften his heart, looking at the shy woman in front of him, his heart was like spring rain moisturizing things, the sky was warm and icy, and he couldn't help but take her into his arms, and this time Ping'er did not dodge, very obedient, at this moment Ping'er's warmth, obedience made Sha Boliu feel like a dream, how many times he had her in his dream, but when he woke up from the dream, there was no five fingers in front of him, boundless loneliness.