For several days, the proprietress of Xuanji Pavilion had not seen Yi Ren on her own territory. www.biquge.info She once asked Mu Fei to go to Tianxuan Garden to see the dead old man in the name of borrowing books, but she learned that he was in the garden well and not sick.

Later, Qin Yao's girl sent a letter for him, but the letter had been two or three days old, and there was still no one in sight! This old man, can't he die!

The proprietress gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart.

She now almost sleeplessly sleepless, no matter how cold or hot, every night she stands on the top of the highest tower of Xuanji Pavilion, looking at the Demon Palace. She always imagined that in the highest place in the Demon Palace, her son Heng'er also missed his mother, and stood there every night looking at her from afar.

The sudden death of her husband was devastating. She is extremely intelligent by nature, willful and playful, and no one can control him. But her husband Wei Xian is also her fourth senior brother, although he doesn't talk much, he is wiser and more knowledgeable, but he is the one who can take her.

In front of Wei Xian, she is a little woman, he is her heaven, her god.

After Wei Xian's death, her only thought of survival was on her son Wei Heng. Now Heng'er is a high-ranking demon venerable, and he has been in retreat for many years.

The proprietress once thought pessimistically at the top of the tower that if she learned one day, the reason why the Demon Venerable could not be closed and hidden from the outside world was that he had already died as a teenager. Then he went with him to another world, and the family of three was reunited.

I thought that in this world, no one could affect my thoughts except Heng'er, but I didn't expect that I was worried about the life and death of the old man Yiren.

The proprietress suddenly felt unbearable, was she too cruel to him before?

Thinking about the care and repentance of the past twenty years, it still left traces in the heart of the proprietress. After all, everyone's heart is soft, even if it has been deeply broken.

I guess I couldn't sleep well in my nap today. The proprietress was angry with herself and straightened up from the couch. The attendants around her looked displeased when they saw her, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Behind the screen, this huge, fluffy bed is reserved for the proprietress to rest. Because she hasn't slept at night for many years, she is mostly half-asleep during the day.

When an attendant came to ask for a decision, she listened attentively, answered in a daze, and then went back to sleep.

Sitting up, Yun Sideburns was lightly arranged, and a pair of charming apricot eyes glanced sharply, and looked at the book "Yizhai Anecdotes" that was thrown on the bookshelf next to the screen, and the letter that was thrown by the side of the book.

Yi Ren didn't come for many days, but did this letter say something else? The proprietress looked at the letterhead, gave up, decided, and hesitated again.

After repeated hesitation, it was difficult to sit still. Eventually, the proprietress propped her hands on the couch and commanded the attendants, "You all go down." ”

The attendants had already seen that the proprietress had a bad face, and hurriedly retreated with bated breath. At the door, he met Mu Fei, a close waiter who was about to look for the boss's wife, and the attendants also glanced at him, signaling him not to go in and run into the wall, and the proprietress didn't know what she was angry about.

When the proprietress saw that everyone had retreated, she snorted angrily, as if she was disdainful of herself and the old guy of Yi Ren.

The candlelight flickered, as if it were shining on the letter. It makes it look so dazzling and inviting.

At last the proprietress stood up, walked briskly to the bookshelf, and with a whoosh, grasped the letterhead in her hand. After glancing at the lack of people around, the proprietress walked back to the screen and opened the letterhead.

The letterhead is fragrant, with the fragrance of flowers and trees in the courtyard of Tianxuan Garden, slowly opened, and there is neat handwriting inside:

Feng Ling Yajian, only the first sentence, he called her name. How long has it been since this name has been called? She forgot that in addition to the proprietress herself, she also had a real name: Feng Ling.

Ascend to inferiority, go far and self-defeating. Every time I see you come back, my heart is full of these words. Xuanji Pavilion is mysterious and has the beauty of the world; The top of the Xuanji Pavilion Tower looks down on the prosperity of Shengjing, but it is indifferent from the flow of your eyes, and it has become extremely faint...... The thousands of classics in the Heavenly Choice Garden can't match your proud aura; There are a variety of magic weapons in the magic palace, and you are not as slender as you are. In front of you, I have nothing to play with, and I can only treat each other with sincerity and sincerity.

After reading this letter, some of the letters that were not there, the proprietress blushed and swelled, as hot as fire.

This dead old man!

How did you learn so unserious!

This love letter was held tightly in the hands of the proprietress for fear of being discovered by others. Standing in place, I just hope that the curse in my heart can make the temperature on my face disappear quickly.

……

Minsa regained his strength and came to the Heavenly Chosen Garden, but he was empty in the places where the garden owner frequented.

Just as Minsa was a little surprised, if he was not in the garden, and he was idle here, it was better to go back to the house to recuperate, so as not to be counted down again.

Minsa turned around, but saw the figure of the gardener, Yi Ren, floating in front of him. He turned and walked and nearly bumped into him.

His kung fu has reached such a level. Light power is invisible, and it is controlled by qi.

Minsa called softly: "Master, where have you been?" ”

"You still know how to come." The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, looked at Mingsa's eyes a little complaining, seeing that he looked worried, it must have been during Minsa's absence for two days, and he was very troubled about whether to see the proprietress or not.

Minsa chuckled: "Naturally, something can't come, and when it's over, I'll come." ”

Yi Ren saw that Qin Yao's face was ruddy, and knew that she would not be for no reason, so he threw down half of his business, shook his head, and entered the room.

While walking, he answered Mingsa's question: "I'm going to Xuanji Pavilion." Yi Ren pursed his lips and said stubbornly.

"You've already gone?" After Minsa was surprised, he felt that he could survive for two days without going to Xuanji Pavilion while he was away, perhaps he had done his best, and this answer was not surprising.

Yi Ren nodded sharply, and he pouted dissatisfiedly: "I saw that she was not at the top of the tower, so she came back." ”

Minsa laughed crisply: "Didn't you say that the proprietress is probably not at the top of the tower during the day?" You go to the top of the tower to look for her at this time, but of course you won't see her. ”

"You didn't tell me to go, I just wanted to find an excuse to get me back." Yi Ren is serious and authentic.

Minsa smiled slightly, thinking to himself, this stubborn owner is really cute. He felt that if he went now, without his consent, he might have undone all his previous efforts.

He decided on this in his heart, so he tried every means to make himself die. So I deliberately went to the place where I couldn't find the boss lady to find her, and then came back in a huff.

"At this time, she must have read your letter."

Seeing that he was sullen, Minsa deliberately lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and then pretended to be casual and said, "Tonight, you can go to the top of the tower to find her." ”

"Really?" Yi Ren's eyes were suddenly full of light, and his whole face was a few years younger.

Minsa nodded again and again, looking at him with affirmative eyes, naturally yes.

Yi Ren walked back and forth around his desk, turning around a few times, he rubbed his hands and asked nervously, "That... What am I going to tell her? (To be continued.) )