Once upon a time, there was a fairyland called the Corner of the Heavens.

There the four seasons are like spring, and the peaches bloom everywhere; It's beautiful and full of light; There are scorching peach blossoms there; There are rivers that flow gracefully; There are pear blossoms blooming from thousands of trees; There is a beautiful scenery show; There is also a man who is as quiet as a virgin.

The man's name is Xiao, and he is the beloved god of the heavenly palace in charge of the world, and the corner of the end of the sea is his mansion.

Chapter 1089 of Chapter 376 of Book 57 of the Law of the Heavenly Palace stipulates: "Whoever serves as a priest is not a lover." But lovelessness does not mean true lovelessness, and the law is only prescribed because it exists.

So, the man flickered in this fairyland for ten thousand years. He was not lovely, so the man poured all his love into the pear tree in front of his door, and took care of it every day. Watering the water of this cape, absorbing the essence of the end of the world, shining through the sun and the moon, the fairy breath is smoking, and the fruit is finally fruitful.

The pear tree is a plant that has grown into a fine for 10,000 years and cultivated immortals for 10,000,000 years. However, because the pear tree in front of Xiao Sishen's door grows in the fairyland at the end of the world, and Xiao Sishen's love is used as an auxiliary material, it gradually has facial features, hair and skin, limbs, thinking, and emotion. It has become an immortal in just 10,000 years.

Xiao Sishen and Lixian, they naturally fell in love with each other.

This matter soon reached the ears of the Heavenly Emperor, who was furious. The two of them were escorted to heaven, and the queen mother had been loyal to her duties since Xiao Sishen took office, and it was not easy for Lixian to achieve positive results, and she saw that it was not wrong for the two to love each other, so she had the heart to let go, but she had to be punished because of the law.

In desperation, he had to remove Xiao Sishen from his position, and put the two into reincarnation after three lifetimes, if the two of them still love each other after the third life, it will be regarded as no fault.

Nantianmen.

Xiao and Lixian hugged each other and jumped down from this red dust.

Life is impermanent, the world is impermanent, what will happen to the third life, the third life?

The first life.

The moon is like a hook, and the silver-like moonlight shuttles through a courtyard in Jizhou City like a ghost, and the undulating chirping of fireflies is like an elegy of mourning. The wind was blowing, and the trees in the courtyard rustled and beat a sad song. The black clouds in the sky moved slowly, devouring the moon little by little, until it was completely engulfed.

Tonight, something is destined to happen.

In the backyard, a dark shadow was pacing back and forth. The moonlight peeked out from behind the tumbling clouds and reflected directly on the dark shadow through the treetops, outlining a graceful figure. The angle of her forehead hanging down just buried her face in a haze, and we could not see the woman's appearance clearly, but we could only vaguely see that she was wearing a silk plain white embroidered yellow and Tilian skirt, with a peach sprinkled jacket on the outside, and the black green silk poured on her waist, slightly raised with the wind.

At this time, the woman raised her head slightly, the moonlight just shone on her face, her cheeks were condensed, and her nose was greasy with goose fat, what kind of peerless appearance was that? The eye waves are wandering, the eyebrows are frowning slightly, what kind of expression is that? Anxious, nervous or uneasy?

"Knock knock." Sansheng heard an extremely slight knock on the door, she looked around, and then gently opened the back door. A man in a white shirt walked sideways, and she took his hand and walked through the garden into a side room.

On the round table in the room, there is a pot of pear blossom wine and two celadon wine glasses. The woman is soft and weak, as if she can't help but blow the wind, there is a faint sadness and loneliness between her eyebrows, and the plain long skirt seems to be a woman's commentary, which sets off the whole person even weaker. The long hair is casually poured around the waist, but the casualness makes people feel like that, only the casual long hair belongs to her.

The man looked at the woman in front of him stupidly, his eyes were wavering, as if he wanted to spend a lifetime carving the woman's face into his mind, and so did the woman.

For a long time, "Draw a picture of me." She lifted her lips lightly, and walked over to the bookcase, inked for her, and then went to the dresser and sat down, and brushed her hair lazily.

Looking at the face in the gorgeous copper makeup table mirror, which I feel enchanting and charming, it is so beautiful that it makes people feel flashy in a trance.

The man in white didn't speak, quietly walked to the bookcase, raised his sleeve and held the pen

Outside the window, the wind blew like an elegy of despair and desolation, but beyond that, there was only silence, silence, silence.

An hour had passed, and he put down his pen and ink, and sat down at the round table. The woman walked slowly to him, wanting to say nothing, but gently pushing a glass of poured wine towards him.

The pear blossom wine is overflowing, intoxicating, like a thick sorrow, he looked at her, his eyes were deeply reluctant and determined. After a moment, he picked up the wine and drank it with his head up.

She watched him fall, tears running down his cheeks, down his nose, over his red lips, and finally down and dressing.

The woman tearfully poured another glass. The celadon wine glass fell in her hand, and with a crisp sound, she slowly fell beside him, and used her last strength to hold the hand of the man in white, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth, and the beauty stayed at this moment forever.

The soul is not there, but love is there. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

She is the eldest lady of the pear family, and he is just a painter, even if they love each other in a thousand ways, they still can't walk together, only in this way, only in this way can they be together forever, because the tear-jerking pear blossom wine is added to the crane top red.

II.

There is no man in Jizhou City who does not love Li Luqi, and Xiao Baichen is too, but his love is different from others, his love does not contain a trace of impurities, just simple admiration.

He was a dusty man, clean, indifferent, and wise. He never wants the love of Li Luqi, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't want to blaspheme.

Pear Luqi lives in the Green Rui Pavilion of the Fuchun Building, which is the largest Fengyue place in Jizhou City, and the Lilu Qi is the Oiran of the Fuchun Building. In the land of fireworks, women are all smoky and charming, delicate, or enchanting or profligate.

is obviously full of charm in his bones, but he pretends to have a noble and elegant posture, and his poetry and painting are not inferior to those ladies in the boudoir, or even better. Because the men who have a lot of money like it, and the men like the money in their pockets, they will give you a great deal of it.

The women of the wind and dust have had enough of the hardships of life, and they need to exchange their appearance and youth for the happiness of the second half of their lives, and so is Pear Luqi.

Li Luqi was originally a woman who didn't believe in fate, but God just let her meet Xiao Baichen.

On that day, the sky and the sun were beautiful, coinciding with the day of the election of the Oiran of the Fuchun Building, Li Luqi was dancing on the stage, and she glimpsed the whiteness from afar. It was the best-looking man Li Luqi had ever seen, and she watched the man in white leisurely sipping tea, and when she looked at Li Luqi, there was a faint appreciation in her eyes.

Li Luqi's heart moved, and the dance was even more charming.

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