"Zhi'er, what's wrong?" Seeing her stunned look, he was very worried.

Zhi'er?! By the way, he has always called "Zhi [zhi] er", not "purple [zi] er".

Her mind searched hard for every character that appeared in that book, and there was only one person who was called "zhi'er", Bai Zhi! There are three people who call Bai Zhi "Zhi'er": one is Long Xuanyuan, the emperor of the Yunlong Kingdom, who is domineering, arrogant, ruthless and brutal, and offers a reward of one million for Bai Zhi's head; One is Ji Xiaoyao, the master of the Xiaoyao Palace, who turns all beings upside down, is bewitching and yin, and is infatuated with a demon and imprisons Bai Zhi; There is also Luo Qingyun, the ninth prince of Luo Shengguo, who is light and breezy, free and uninhibited, known as the ghost doctor god, and the 10,000-year-old patron saint of Bai Zhi!

These three people are all deeply in love with Angelica Angelica, and because of their love, Angelica Angelica's ill-fated fate has been caused.

Among the three, Mo Qianzi's favorite is naturally Luo Qingyun, and the most optimistic is that Bai Zhi and Luo Qingyun are together. As said in the book, Bai Zhi and Luo Qingyun are the fairy couple in people's hearts! What she still doesn't understand is that Luo Qingyun said that the person Bai Zhi loves is not him!

"Zhi'er ......"

There was a worried call in her ears again, and Mo Qianzi raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her who made her feel warm and familiar. If she is Bai Zhi now, who should this person be in front of her?

It can be determined that he is not Long Xuanyuan, so is he Luo Qingyun or Ji Xiaoyao?

Gazing at it, looking closely: a face that is so beautiful that it completely blurs the concept of men and women. There are also a pair of peach blossom eyes with a strong warmth, which makes people inadvertently indulge in them.

"Brother Haruka......"

Inexplicably, she whispered such a title in her mouth, and at the same time affirmed that the man in front of her was Ji Xiaoyao. It's just that this answer somewhat disappointed her, why not Luo Qingyun? And the three words "Brother Yao" naturally in her mouth shocked herself! What is the relationship between this Angelica Angelica and Ji Xiaoyao?

However, the Ji Xiaoyao in front of him really can't coincide with the Ji Xiaoyao described in the book. He is warm and elegant, like a spotless god, and he is definitely not a shameless and despicable person!

Or maybe it's all just a coincidence, or maybe there really were such people and things in a different time and space in ancient times. And the stories in those books are all made up, and it is impossible to fully believe them.

Since Ji Xiaoyao is such a warm and perfect man in front of her, then she is also willing to be his Bai Zhi! This just coincides with Luo Qingyun's words, the person Bai Zhi loves is not him, but actually Ji Xiaoyao!

She is Bai Zhi, and the man she dreamed of in her dream must be Ji Xiaoyao. Maybe that dream was to bring her here!

At this moment, Mo Qianzi completely forgot to question the strangeness and suspicion of that dream. The man in the dream has always called her "Qianzi", not "Zhi'er!" ”

Ji Xiaoyao heard her call herself, and the worried look on her face finally relaxed. The slender fingers caressed her cheek lovingly: "It's all Brother Yao's bad, in order to chase that prey, he actually left you alone!" When I came back to look for you, I was nowhere to be found. I looked for you for three days and three nights, and suddenly it snowed heavily. I really hate myself, how could I be so careless! By the way, how did you meet Long Xuanyuan? Did he embarrass you? ”

"No, it's just ...... I can't remember how I met him! When I woke up, I was in his tent. When I heard your flute, I knew you were looking for me! ”

"You can't remember? Are you sick, or are you injured somewhere? Are you okay now? Hearing her say that she couldn't remember, Ji Xiaoyao was worried again.

She smiled at him and shook her head, "No, I'm fine." Just forget a little bit, just a little bit! ”

"If you can't remember, you can't remember, as long as you're okay!" He looked at her to make sure she was really okay.

Ji Xiaoyao's worry and concern made Mo Qianzi feel extra warm, and for the first time in her more than ten years of life, she had the feeling of being truly cared for. And she wants to hold on to that feeling too.

In her original world, she had no friends or relatives, and she didn't even know how she got to that world. Accompanying her is the old mansion that is always cold and empty!

I remember when she was a child, she also had an old woman by her side who took care of her. The old woman had an eccentric temperament, did not talk much, and did not get close to her. Then one day, the old woman walked out of the old house and never returned. Now, she didn't even remember what the old woman looked like. Since then, she has been a member of the orphanage.

"Brother Haruka...... It's good to have you! ”

She stretched out her hands and hugged Ji Xiaoyao tightly. She felt that this should be God's compensation for her. She is not the lonely Mo Qianzi, but Bai Zhi! Naturally, she will not be the Bai Zhi in the book, but the Bai Zhi who is happily with Ji Xiaoyao.

Ji Xiaoyao was slightly shocked by her sudden touch, and then she was also a little moved. He raised his slender arm and hugged her gently: "Zhi'er, since I was a child, this is the first time you have said such a thing to me so seriously. Do you know how happy my heart is at the moment? ”

Are you really happy?

Looking up, she looked at him with a smile. However, she was curious to know what the real Angelica looked like.

"I want to make up, can Brother Haruka help me?"

"It's snowing so hard outside that most of the clothes are wet. It's time to change your clothes and freshen up! Ji Xiaoyao pulled her indoors.

Lifting the brocade curtain, she saw the rhombic mirror placed on the opposite side. The mirror is made of a single piece of copper polished cast, and although it is not as clear and bright as the glass mirror, you can still see the figure inside.

Her steps were a little eager, and she approached the bronze mirror step by step. The figure in the bronze mirror also came into her eyes more and more clearly, and the all-too-familiar appearance was none other than herself. Except for the different outfits on the body, there is no change in the slightest, and even the age is the average size.

Raise your hand, gently touch the person in the mirror, and then touch yourself, and you are completely alone!

Who the hell is she? At the moment, she couldn't figure it out herself!

After a long time, Ji Xiaoyao's chuckling voice came from behind him: "What, looking at yourself in a daze?" ”

"Brother Haruka, do you think I'm different from before? If you take a closer look, it's definitely different! ”

Ji Xiaoyao stared at her as if she was very serious, stroked her slightly messy hair, and quipped: "It's really different, because Zhi'er has grown up and is more and more beautiful!" In the future, you only need to look in the mirror, and you don't need to look at Brother Haruka. ”

Is she beautiful?

She had never paid attention to this problem before, but now she looked at herself in the mirror - her skin was smooth and smooth, and her facial features were so delicate and delicate, she was beautiful!

"Then do I have Brother Haruka's beauty?"

"Why do you keep asking such stupid things? I am a man and you are a woman, how can you compare? I'll be angry if I ask that again! ”

It turns out that Angelica Angelica often asks such words. However, in her opinion, Ji Xiaoyao is a man, and there is no man in the world who is more beautiful than him; If it is a woman, there is no more beautiful woman in this world than him.

It snowed heavily for several days, but they lived in the plum garden leisurely, as if they were living at home. The plum garden is not large, but the food utensils inside are readily available, as if it was a house specially built for hunting and rest.

They would cook and eat together, draw and write together. He danced the sword, and she stroked the harp; He played the flute, and she danced. All of this seems to belong to her life, so naturally, and so happy.

Perhaps, this is the real her. And that Mo Qianzi's world is just a dream, a lonely dream that has become a thing of the past.