Miaoyu is dressed in a plain robe and wears a plain crown, this dress is not like Taoism, not like Buddhism, and not like various schools in the world.

She is like a cocoon, and she is like a jade burying incense.

It doesn't seem to be alive, but she's standing here pretty and alive, and she's definitely not dead.

The rouge-like plum blossom twigs are either like cockroaches, or zombie worms, or lonely like a pen, or densely gathered like a forest, covering half of her cheeks, adding three points, which is extremely contradictory and cold......

"Yes,"

When she said this, her purity disappeared, and she was in a trance with a little more cunning.

Baoyu only felt that he was dazzled, and asked in surprise: "Dare to ask the layman, how can I get Wanzai Aoki?"

"Simple. ”

Miaoyu looked at Baoyu narrowly, and said with a smile: "This 10,000-year-old green wood and all kinds of secret treasures are all dowries of the slave family.

Seek the heart of the slave family and marry the slave family. A couple in a lifetime, no matter how high the sky is and the sea is wide, it is just to hold hands until old age, and can no longer tolerate other ......

In this way, Wanzai Aoki will naturally come to hand. ”

"This ......" Baoyu felt, as if it was more difficult than making a transcendent article.

"For infatuated people, it is naturally extremely simple, but for romantic people, such as Jia Gongzi, it is naturally difficult to reach the sky. ”

Miaoyu delicately pursed the corners of her mouth and said softly: "You can try to write a transcendent article, no matter how bad it is, you can also try to rob it."

As for gaining the hearts of slaves...... Don't blame the slave family for being straightforward, with many rumors about you and the red-sleeved fairy, the slave family thinks-

One life and one couple, you can't do it in the next life. ”

In this way, Baoyu retired. ”

"Why, don't you try?"

"Robbing? Baoyu is better not to look for death. ”

"No, it's to try to win the heart of the slave. ”

Miaoyu said without hesitation: "Miaoyu doesn't hide from Gongzi, there are many characters in this world, and there are very few people who can match Miaoyu, and Gongzi is one of them."

The talent and appearance of the son can enter the eyes of Miaoyu, but the heart column still needs to be tested......

Dare to ask Childe if he is a lover?

Dare to ask Childe if he is a single-minded person?

Dare to ask if the son is willing to be a woman and not afraid of losing the world?

Dare to ask the son, would you like to leave a poem number, which is set to be a gift for the heart of Miaoyu?"

Four questions in a row, every sentence is full of urgency.

It is this sense of urgency that makes De Miaoyu suddenly become a woman in the world;

And it is this transformation from the ethereal to the ordinary, giving birth to a thousand temptations, which makes Debaoyu's heart as if there are millions of ants frantically biting......

Baoyu gritted her teeth and controlled the muscles of her eyelids to tense one by one.

He said coldly: "Since the layman is straight to the point, Baoyu will not hide it-

This 10,000-year-old green wood, Baoyu must hold it in his hand, but Baoyu promised Sister Lin that she would no longer mess with flowers and grass, and asked the layman to respect herself. ”

"Oh, Le Yang Yin's life is not as good as your joking promise to the red-sleeved fairy? It seems that your style in the middle capital city is a bit ...... It's a gesture. ”

Miaoyu narrowed her eyes subtly.

In the pursuit of marriage, she has the cunning of a fox and the persistence of never giving in......

In this regard, Baoyu just arched his hand.

He said with a smile: "Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid, so Baoyu retreats." ”

...

Miaoyu stared at Baoyu's back as she went downstairs, covering her mouth and smiling, like a mortal woman.

Zhong Ling'er turned around from behind and said hatefully: "Girl, you are still laughing, I don't see it, you are disgusted!"

"If he doesn't dislike it, he won't be qualified to be on the three-life marriage record. ”

Miaoyu took out a pen, which was very ordinary and very simple.

Only the pen is as moist as hair, as if it is made of the silky hair of a very beautiful woman.

She held a pen in the air, wrote the three big characters of 'Jia Baoyu', hesitated slightly, and wrote a small poem annotation:

"Born to be an amorous man, brocade and a hundred feet of bed.

Why are you willing to die for Zhu Xiao and go to the grave through thorns and thorns?"

As soon as the pen fell, the word 'seventeen' was manifested in mid-air, and then it became invisible.

Zhong Ling'er asked in fright: "Girl, did you really write him into the three-life marriage record?In these three thousand three hundred and thirty-three years, only sixteen people can be on your three-life marriage record, do you really want to write a small person into the seventeenth?"

"Just write it, it's not about it anyway. ”

Miaoyu said with self-pity: "Sixteen have been written, but who is still alive with those sixteen?"

"And Tao Yuanming. ”

"Hey, this guy is an old man who is not ashamed and old and immortal, the slave family is really puzzled, it is obviously a three-life marriage record that gathers the world's top talents, how did it become a dead book?

Except for Tao Yuanming's shameless one, everyone else died very quickly. ”

"Will Jia Baoyu also die?"

"He wants the red-sleeved fairy to live a long life, how can he live by himself? If the red-sleeved fairy dies and he is still alive, how can he be qualified to go to the slave family's three-life marriage?"

Miaoyu blinked, and suddenly said to herself, "Is it that the requirements of the slave family are too high? It's only been three thousand three hundred and thirty-three years, and I haven't been able to get married......"

In this regard, Zhong Linger only said that he didn't understand.

Miaoyu stroked Zhong Ling'er's bun, and the maid's bun was pulled away by her, revealing a strand of pink hair.

She stared at the strands of pink hair on Zhong Ling'er's bun and said softly, "Yes, you really don't understand." ”

...

Tomorrow

Day after tomorrow......

Baoyu inquired, and early the day after tomorrow, Luoshui Zhen Mi would appear in the blue lake.

He asked Le Yangshen to prepare for food, locked himself in the room, and continued to study the meaning of the article.

The remaining ninety-seven zhang Wenshan continued to melt, and his knowledge continued to improve, but he still didn't have a clue about the method of obtaining Wanzai Aoki......

Thinking of this, Baoyu is extremely headache.

Needless to say, looking at Shui Yingguang's attitude, it is obviously a treasure in Luoshui.

But with the majesty of Shui Yingguang's reign in the Great Zhou, Luoshui is still in his territory, and he doesn't dare to rob it, and he doesn't even dare to let the real body come

As for yourself, don't even think about it!

So, the pursuit of Miaoyu?

A couple for a lifetime, no matter how high the sky is and the sea is wide, but it is just to hold hands until you are old, and you can't tolerate anything else?

Forget it, according to Miaoyu, it's monogamy......

"Stop! Drop this! If you want to say that you want to marry one more for Le Yangyin's life, just marry her, wouldn't it make me lose Sister Lin?"

Baoyu rubbed her head with a headache and muttered: "I only have to write articles that transcend, but there really isn'......"

Since the Han Dynasty, there have been few literati in the world who are good at writing fu, let alone writing earth-shattering fu.

And this is exactly the bull's ear that has been in charge for thousands of years, and no one can match the good text of Luoshen!

Wanting to transcend, he has no article in his belly......

"Anyway, you have to give it a try!"

Baoyu gritted his teeth and said.

...

The afterglow of the twilight sunset faintly spreads on the brightly colored pavilion cornices, but this dazzling beauty can't enter Shui Yingguang's eyes for half a minute.

Shui Yingguang stood on the top of the 100-zhang high Luoshui Boundary Monument, he was used to standing on a high place, looking down at Luoshui like a ribbon reflecting the sunset in front of him......

For Shui Yingguang, Luoshui is not a river, not a lake, or this extremely gentle and mysterious city.

This whole Luoshui is a name in his eyes, a name that belongs to only one person-

Luo Shui, Zhen Mi!

"The founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the twin demons and the twelve immortals ......"

Shui Yingguang sighed lowly.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Confucianism was not flourishing, and even Ji Wuxi, the ancestor of Confucianism, was just an errand for the two demons and twelve immortals.

The so-called twin demons are Ningguo Gong Jia Yan and Rongguo Gong Jia Yuan.

The three mansions of Shi, Wang, and Xue all followed them in exchange for Rong Bing III!

And the twelve immortals, one of them is Luoshui Zhen Mi, and he is also the most elegant of the twelve immortals......

"Perhaps, and the oldest. ”

Shui Yingguang sighed lowly, and his young face flashed a helpless, but extremely coveted expression.

He stared into the depths of Luoshui, as if there was something in it that he longed for so much, but it was out of reach......

"Brother Bao, I'm looking forward to you writing a transcendent article, as long as you surpass, you can get ten thousand years of Aoki.

If you get Wanju Aoki, maybe you will be able to touch that thing......"

"Help me once, I promise you half of the country, I promise you Jiafu to stretch for thousands of generations, I promise you...... Exhaustively search the world of the Great Zhou, and even exhaustively use military force, hollowing out 100,000 mountains, I will help you obtain all the elven things in the world to continue the life of the red-sleeved fairy, what's the matter!"

He had already ordered not to let anyone follow, and he had no scruples about speaking to himself.

But at this moment, he suddenly grabbed to the side, and his fingers touched a wisp of softness slightly.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Zhong Ling'er deftly dodged his grasp, and leaned up to ask him with a smile.

"Did you hear that?"

Shui Yingguang was smiling, if Grandpa Zhen was there, he would know what this smile represented.

Zhong Ling'er didn't care at all, sitting on the boundary monument, swaying his calves back and forth.

She said cutely: "I didn't hear it, but I want to be the same as other people, it's ambition, ambition, how beautiful the world is, I want to make a big difference, I'm bored to death." ”

"And what do you think isn't boring?"

Shui Yingguang found it interesting and sat down beside Zhong Ling'er.

Don't look at him young now, but his real body is drooping and old, for a while, he actually felt that Zhong Linger was cute and cute.

Zhong Ling'er held her chin with both hands and said longingly: "Of course, I am looking for a good man." I see you know, you should know what we are, right?"

"Yes. ”

Shui Yingguang's heart did not fluctuate at all, and asked casually, "How did you die?"

"Frozen to death, starved to death, forgot, cold and hungry anyway, just like that. ”

Zhong Ling'er pouted and said: "Why do you think people mock Jia Baoyu? Miserable, pitiful, glamorous, that, big and big people......"

She said a little indignantly: "It's the time when the plague god came, Jia Baoyu saved so many people, why didn't he save me?"

They haven't married yet. ”

As with this chapter, some of your own poems will slowly appear.

By the way, you can join the group, 7359230, there is a need to hide the love poem or something, anyway, the things on the pen, frogs will not be stingy.

(Battlefield Literature https://)