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The East China Sea Dragon Palace was even calmer, and there were rarely too loud sounds.

The dragon concubine put the dragon king to sleep on the couch, and then left with a relaxed heart and returned to her own house to rest.

But Nan Rong Yinyan closed his eyes and lay on the bed, but his mind was like a rolling wave, and the pictures of the day were endless, all about Ling Suxue's every move.

Thinking back to the scene in Shakya's prison a few hours ago, Ling Suxue always showed that he once again realized that she didn't love him.

Nan Rongyinyan slowly opened his eyes, took out the dark blue embroidered handkerchief in his pocket, held it on his face, his eyes showed a trace of resentment, and muttered to himself: "Su Xue, in fact, this embroidered handkerchief was not embroidered for me, right?" ”

Because the color of this embroidered handkerchief is exactly the same as the color of the clothes that have passed away!

When he saw Lingsuxue embroidering this handkerchief, he guessed that she had embroidered it for the sake of the dead and hidden.

But the vinegar made him quickly take the embroidered handkerchief for himself.

No matter who Ling Suxue wanted to embroider this veil for, he couldn't let it fall into the hands of Yu Shuyin anyway.

Because the chance of love is already slim, if Su Xue is allowed to get closer to the relationship with Yu Yin, then he will really be alone!

Therefore, like grasping a life-saving straw, he grabbed the embroidered handkerchief, held it tightly in his arms, and did not give up.

Sometimes.

Although he is the dragon king, he feels that his love is humble, and for the sake of Lingsuxue, he completely put down his body, went in and out of Yutian Village like an ordinary person, and walked into Jin'an County, just for Bo Hongyan to smile.

However, Hongyan smiled more and smiled, and was not moved by him.

He is like a sad silkworm, the more he can't get it, the more lovesick lines he confides, and he entangles himself in the love cocoon he has created one by one, indulging in it, unable to extricate himself.

In the end, Nan Rongyinyan was sleepy, the hand holding the handkerchief was gently loosened, and Juan Pa was like a gentle kiss, sticking to his handsome face, sleeping together, looking for his happy and carefree figure in his dream.

Meanwhile.

Lingsuxue had just been sent back to Yutian Village by her death.

They stood in front of the little hut with the breeze caressing and the flowers swaying, staring at each other.

"Su Xue, I'm leaving soon, do you have anything to say to me?" He said with a hint of anticipation.

Lingxue was a little tired.

After all, mortals have limited physical strength.

She shook her head slightly: "I'm tired, go back and rest first." ”

"Okay." She was disappointed, thinking that she could say something that would please her, but she didn't expect her attitude to be so indifferent, so she nodded and smiled bitterly: "You go and rest, I'll come back to you in a few days." ”

"Okay." Lingsuxue turned around tiredly and walked into the open door.

With a hint of melancholy, he drifted away.

Ling Mubing, who was fiddling with rouge gouache in the house, glanced at the dark blue figure that was gradually disappearing outside the door, and said casually: "Young Man's expression seems to be a little lost. Su Xue, did you make him unhappy in any way? ”

Ling Suxue was stunned for a moment, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly, and opened her heart and said, "Sister, I ...... likes the drunken son, but he can't let go of Yin Yan. ”

"In this way, the sorrow on the face of the young man is precisely because you have two men in your heart!" Ling Mubing put down the rouge box in her hand and stared at her sister in front of her seriously.

Ling Suxue nodded lightly in acknowledgement.

Ling Mubing pondered, and smiled slightly after a moment: "Since you can't let go of either of you, why don't you let them fight for your heart by themselves?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Suxue encountered emotional problems for the first time, and she didn't quite understand the deep meaning of Ling Mubing's words.

Ling Mubing, as a person who came over, said earnestly: "In the past in the Seven Heavenly Pavilion of the Seventh Heaven, the matter of my love for the Pavilion Master was known to all the immortals of the Pavilion. But there is such a stubborn man, knowing that I don't have a good impression of him in my heart, he still cares for me, and from time to time comes to ask me about my recent situation, and over time, I also put him in my heart. So my heart began to have two men. ”

"Sometimes, the pavilion master is very busy, and we only see each other once in a few months, and when we meet, he may not be interested in the cold and warm, but only about the collection of books. But my admiration for him did not decrease with the indifference of the other party, but became stronger and stronger with time. And the man who often came to care for me, his weight in my heart was always just a little bit, never increased or decreased. Therefore, I can't tell you about this kind of thing, and I can only rely on time to prove who I love in my heart. ”

Speaking of this, Ling Mubing's calm face showed a hint of amazement.

She is so stubborn, she never tells others about her thoughts and sorrows.

So just like when she tells it now, she still has to stubbornly pretend that she is indifferent in her heart and has no ripples.

Ling Suxue could understand this pain, and couldn't help but hold Ling Mubing's hand, and said with pity: "I didn't expect that there are still two men living in my sister's heart." ”

"Huh." Ling Mubing smiled and pretended to be strong: "If you don't have a soup with Meng Po, you don't need to say it, you will know who these two men are and what they look like." It's a pity that a bowl of Meng Po soup will cut off all the past from you, so I will tell you the story in my heart now, just to let you know that when you can't make up your mind, entrust your heart to time, and let it tell you who should go and who should stay in your heart. ”

"Hmm." Ling Suxue expressed the notice, and couldn't help but be curious: "Sister, who are you missing more in your heart now?" ”

"Time tells me that I will never be able to forget the Pavilion Master."

Unconsciously, the sisters talked about their hearts.

"Since you are still thinking about the pavilion master, why don't you go to the Seven Heavens and return to the Changhuan Pavilion to continue to be a demon management immortal envoy. In this way, there is no need to be sad alone in the dark night in this mortal world. ”

"Now the Changhuan Pavilion is also the master, and the previous pavilion master was imprisoned because he was calculated by the Shakya Prison Witch. Therefore, I have no intention of being attached to the Chang Huan Pavilion, so I simply take the initiative to ask the Nether to come here to live with you. Saying that, Ling Mubing tightly held Ling Suxue's hand and said, "Without love, I still have you as a sister." So I'm not alone. ”

Over the years, she has already seen through.

Whether love is like rain or frost, she still has a younger sister who needs her to take care of.

Therefore, living every day with Ling Suxue now is the biggest thing in Ling Mubing's heart.

Ling Suxue listened to her sister's words, confused and confused, and suddenly realized. Yes, why should I indulge in love and eat every day without taste? I still have my sister to take care of.

These days, she is so troubled by lovesickness that she forgets to take care of her family.

If she hadn't taken out her heart today, she wouldn't have known that her sister was also suffering from lovesickness.

It seems that the person who really needs her considerate care is the beautiful woman in front of her, Ling Mubing.

"Sister, let's sleep together tonight."

"Okay."

The conversation of relatives is the warmest and most touching in the world.