readx; When Murong Ye saw that little figure slowly, slowly, disappearing from the wall, he closed the box in his hand, and his handsome face flashed a trace of loneliness, using such a means to keep that fox-like girl, even Murong Ye himself felt disdainful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wait a few more days, really just wait a few more days, when he destroys the Han family army and kills Chen Guo's last hope with his own hands - Han Mochen.

At that time, he will return to his hometown with the "dead girl" in fine clothes, don't say that it is just Langjing, even if she likes any part of Chen Guo, he Murong Ye will give it away, why not?

He looked up at the bright moon, hoping that one day, he would be able to drink and talk with Hu Shijiu under this moon, or drink and whisper......

Hu Shijiu slowly "slipped down" the wall that had become smooth, and she looked back at the courtyard, where the old man and the girl seemed to be still sleeping peacefully.

It's no wonder, even if you escape, what can you do? In a strange country where even the language is incomprehensible, I'm afraid that even the "buddy suit" specially prepared by Murong Ye on his body, which is the same as that of the drunkard building that day, is also a strange costume here!

What's more, those so-called "neighborhood neighbors", according to Hu Shijiu Fangcai's observation, are also the same as the girls and old men in this courtyard, and it was Murong Ye who created an illusory scene according to Xiao Hei's memory.

Hu Nineteen, suddenly became difficult to move an inch.

Murong Ye's good intentions were more shocking than moved in Hu Shijiu's heart.

In this world, how many feelings are there that I can't ask for or let go.

When such feelings become a kind of attachment, perhaps, they lose their original intentions and become gradually tightened shackles, trapping others and themselves.

Although Hu Shijiu is a red fox in the mountains and forests, it is precisely because of her feelings for Han Mochen. In her opinion, she never gave and, therefore, never longed for something in return.

She just went with the flow. Once, she didn't know what it was, but when she knew the moment, her heart. There will be no more vacant seats, and there will be no room for another affectionate paragraph.

As for Han Mochen, will he fall in love with Hu Shijiu, and what is their future?

Hu Shijiu didn't think about it, maybe she didn't have time to think about it, she was just doing what she thought was right, that is, she couldn't let the tragic death of Han Mochen in her previous life reappear again, and the entire Han Mansion must not be burned like that!

The night is as cool as water. Hu Shijiu leaned against the cold wall, she still missed the "ruthless and unrighteous" Han Mochen......

Hu Shijiu could tell that Murong Ye had been standing outside his courtyard for less and less time, however, the "rhino rong" in the courtyard was blooming more prosperously.

This flower always makes Hu Shijiu feel ominous. Especially in the middle of the night, watching it turn from plain white to red, like a clean robe stained with blood, and the fragrance is always extraordinarily strong.

And Hu XIX. I don't know what day Han Mochen's face gradually became blurry in her mind......

Murong Ye looked very happy these days.

Hu Nineteen didn't know why he was so happy. However, he also showed a faint smile because of his joy.

"Is Miss okay today?" Murong Ye looked at the old man and the girl beside her and asked.

The old man nodded hurriedly, but the girl hesitated, looked at Hu Shijiu, and then nodded quickly.

Maybe Murong Ye was too happy, he didn't notice this subtle difference.

"Dead girl. Aren't you happy too? Murong Ye personally filled a bowl of porridge, and was just about to hand it to Hu Shijiu, but he held it in his hand and blew it carefully.

"Come, you can eat it, be careful ...... burn," Murong Ye said gently.

It's so good, it's like when I was in Langjing, in the broken temple, I was like a common person,

stupidly roasted sweet potatoes for the "dead girl......

Murong Ye looked at Hu Shijiu in front of him, perhaps, this girl still doesn't believe that she is his only and the first friend who can "make friends".

On that day, in Langjing City, I hid my identity and wandered the streets, occasionally, there would be a kind of loneliness of being a stranger in a foreign land, no, not occasionally. It can be said that this kind of loneliness accompanied Murong Ye throughout his youth, but sometimes, especially during the festive season when the family is reunited and the joy of family is shared, this indescribable loneliness will be like a mountain that Murong Ye can never climb, and he will almost be out of breath.

Until, one day, he met Hu Nineteen.

Murong Ye still remembered that he had secretly gone to the General's Mansion several times to inquire about the news, looking for all the information that could be used by Dayan.

However, only that day, after he mischievously stole the wine of Xinghualou, a girl who was dressed cleanly but could see at a glance that she was not from a big family stood outside the gate of the General's Mansion, looking at the stone lion outside the door stupidly.

The girl had a pointed chin, a fair face, and a pair of black and white eyes. She stood in front of the gate of the Han Mansion, the sun shining on her shoulders, and between her hair, there was even a peach blossom that had just bloomed in the wind.

When Murong Ye saw her, he only felt that his heartbeat seemed to slow down, the girl looked at the General's Mansion so intently, her eyes were clear and transparent, but with deep attachment.

How nice it would be if the owner of these eyes would look at himself like this......

Murong Ye was a ghost, he held the stolen wine jug and ran in the direction of the girl.

Isn't it that if you are stared at like that, you won't feel so lonely......

It was a trusting gaze, it was an attachment look, it seemed that the girl standing outside the gate of the Han Mansion was like a spring seed, as long as a little sunshine and rain, she could grow into a silky vine, which would last for a long time, and was born only for one person.

Murong Ye admitted that perhaps, it was that kind of eyes and that kind of affection that touched his heart that had been lonely for a long time.

He ran towards the girl, reaching out his hand to grab something.

And when the girl in the sunshine looked at him in a hurry, Murong Ye couldn't even tell why, so he grabbed the girl's hand like that, and at that moment, he was destined to this entangled fate......

"Do you remember the first time we met, when the temple was broken, I asked you something?" Murong Ye blew the porridge in his hand half warm, and then handed it to Hu Shijiu's mouth.

Hu Shijiu swallowed the rice porridge with satisfaction, and looked at Murong Ye with a smile.

Murong Ye saw her smile and laughed too: "I said, will you come to me again?" ”

He put down the porridge bowl, looked at Hu Shijiu with some expectation and asked, "Do you remember what you said at that time?" ”

Hu Shijiu was still smiling like a flower and was silent.

(To be continued.) )