Shen Qi closed her eyes and relaxed.

Then stand in front of the next door and gently unscrew the handle.

I don't know what unknown death awaits him inside, but he must face it head-on.

When you open a crack in the door, the fragrance of flowers comes to your nose. The door is not closed, everything inside the door is black, only a faint breeze and the scent of flowers belonging to summer fill the air.

There was also a very fresh smell in the air.

When she lifted her foot, she was blocked by a barrier.

His brows furrowed instantly, there won't be any broken sub-enchantments here, one by one, and endlessly!

But soon, he found that there was only a small barrier under his feet, about the height of his calf, and he could step through it with a slight lift of his foot.

Squeak –

The wooden door closed behind him, creaking like the decay of an old coffin. Ming Qi looked at the scene that was gradually brightening up in front of him, and there was no wave in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

It turns out that I have seen more terrible things, and when I get used to them, I will not be afraid anymore. But why did Huang Yu die in front of him again and again, whether it was in a dream or in reality, his heart would involuntarily hurt fiercely, even if he knew that Huang Yu was fake, his heart would hurt.

You can't change it, you can't keep quitting, this is fate.

The scene lit up little by little, unexpectedly, different from the scene in the three rooms just now. It was no longer a starry night, a woman curled up in a corner or sitting on a windowsill, but a courtyard that had just rained.

Frequent rains in midsummer, easy to sleepy people among flowers.

When such a poem appeared in his mind, Shen Qi subconsciously looked back at the enchantment he had just stepped over.

But where is the enchantment, it is clearly a brown threshold.

The threshold of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion is high, and the walls are also very high, mainly because the Zuo Prime Minister pursues the golden mean of integrity to tell outsiders not to want to go through the back door and not to form gangs.

But for Feng Qiao, who is chasing his daughter-in-law, the height of the wall is nothing, and it can be turned over with a light effort. But the threshold in front of the door, which was less than a calf, mixed him a few times.

The main reason is that he was more anxious when he came to see Huang Yu.

Ying Qi looked up at the corner of the misty garden, and couldn't help but think of the haughty and arrogant canary looking back at him.

This is the boudoir of Huang Yu on the left, to be precise, it is a very happy flower courtyard in the boudoir.

Huang Yu is not impatient, at that time she was always alone and quiet, and she was not bored to sit in the garden all day. She likes to hold the white jasmine, smell the moist grass, and the white skirt is spread on the crisp grass, like a big pure fragrant jasmine.

On sunny days, she likes to sit in the cradle of the garden, swinging her feet and fiddling with the flowers, and on rainy days, she holds a big white fat cat under the low eaves and waits for the rain to clear - he looks like this every time he sees her.

At that time, I don't know if it was a flower intoxicating or a human drunken flower, no matter which one it was, every time he arrived here, he always had a dizzy feeling, the whole person seemed to be floating in the clouds, swinging and swinging, shaking his heart with the gently swaying cradle.

Ignorant and youthful love is always desirable, standing here, the sour and sweet feeling in my heart wells up in my heart.

"What are you here for?" The woman in the cradle asked softly, with a little arrogance, "This is a woman's boudoir, but you can't enter it as a foreign man." I am a yellow flower girl who has not been out of the cabinet, and you are an unmarried prince, if this is seen by others, I still think that you and I will meet here privately, which is not good for us. Please also ask His Highness to go out, go out and turn left, and move to Lingyunju. ”

Lingyunju is Ye Lingya's residence, and Huang Yu didn't have a good impression of him at that time, to be precise, he was following Huang Yu with a dead face, creating all kinds of chance encounters.

The little girl clearly ordered the eviction, and the ordinary noble son had already gone down the steps, after all, Huang Yu did not exaggerate, in such a strict feudal country, lonely men and widows could not be alone.

But Feng Qiao has never taken the rules of etiquette in his eyes, and he chases his daughter-in-law, he doesn't want to have a face, what kind of etiquette do you want, the teaching of a gentleman is pure nonsense.

"Why hasn't Your Highness left, if you don't leave, I'll call someone." Huang Yu raised his thin eyelids, his eyes rolled, and glanced at the man standing at the threshold, the corners of his mouth under the veil slightly hooked.

He was swept away by this glance and had an indescribable feeling, he didn't care what he didn't call people or not, he only knew that if Huang Yu looked at him two more times, his soul would come out.

How can there be such a good-looking woman in the world, if he can marry her, he must protect her in the palm of his hand and spoil her.

"Someone!" Huang Yu shouted, "Take this disciple ......"

"Wait, girl," he finally came to his senses, remembering what he had come here for. "Cough, the girl was born as beautiful as a fairy, this king was just a girl's beauty and was shocked, how can there be such a beautiful person in the world, probably only this king can match the girl."

Huang Yu's eyes widened, he didn't believe that there could be such a person with such a cheeky skin like a city wall, and the words of praise were held in his throat for a while, and finally he only spit out a "heh".

He thought at the time, the angry look is also very cute, I don't know if the lips under the veil are pursed, and the cheeks are red with anger......

Huang Yu turned his head angrily and didn't look at him, his slender back swayed on the cradle, and his heart shook with it.

When will I get this domestic canary?

Canaries are delicate and arrogant, and they must be raised with patience, but coincidentally, he has no other skills, and he still has the patience and determination to chase his daughter-in-law.

In the past 20 years, he has not looked pleasing to the eye, either rouge vulgar powder or ugly batch, and he is even worried that he will be single for the rest of his life. Knowing that the moment he saw Huang Yu, he knew very well that he was the only one in his life, and he wanted to watch the canary jump into his cage little by little, and then take it home to give birth, so how could he not even have a little patience.

Huang Yu got down from the cradle, holding the big white cat in his arms, and walked directly to the house without looking at him.

For a moment, he was a little jealous of the fat, blind-eyed big white cat.

"Girl, stay." He shouted.

Huang Yu paused, but still didn't turn his head, it seemed that he was already very impatient with him.

Although he thinks it's fun to make Huang Yu angry, he still has to stop in moderation, don't really annoy Huang Yu, and he will have to coax him when the time comes.

"In a few days, the red maple forest in the suburbs of Red Maple Mountain is the time to look good, I don't know if the girl will appreciate her face, let this king accompany the girl to go." He paused, and added: "Ye Ling Cliff can also go." ”

That's what he's for.

I saw Huang Yu turn around, his eyes flowed, black as a deep pool, I don't know what he thinks.

"No, you can't." Huang Yu said mercilessly: "Don't even think about it." ”

At that time, Huang Yu was holding a big white cat, a simple tassel bun, obliquely inserted a delicate dotted emerald head inlaid with beads and silver hairpins, and a crescent-shaped earring hanging on the earlobe, reflecting a light bright red light in the sun. The breeze blew, and two strands of thin hair fell from her cheeks, adding to her gentle beauty. A light blue dress is embroidered with cloud-like wooden flowers, the skirt is like waves scattered on the flowers and leaves, and the blue silk thread outlines a double row of light golden auspicious clouds around the waist, showing her slender waist like a willow.

At your feet are bluestone slabs where the rain of early autumn flows, and around you are countless small flowers competing to bloom. The autumn breeze blows, blowing up the white clothes like water, and the white clouds in the sky after the rain and the sunny sky merge together, as if they are about to feather and ascend to the immortals, I don't know who is accompanying whose brilliance.

Just looking back, he remembered it for so many years.

Now that I have revisited the old place, I am full of emotion in my heart.

Autumn is very refreshing after the rain, especially in the morning, when the thin morning mist floats on the horizon and seems to be within reach. The grass under his feet was stained with water droplets, and it was soft and comfortable.

The embroidered shoes stepped on the cold grass and stained a few small crystal clear dewdrops, which playfully clung to the white and delicate instep, rolled down from above, and returned to the grass to coat the earth with a water film.

The broken rain is coming, the phoenix feather is holding a bouquet, her eyebrows are like the moon, her pink lips are smiling, and her little face is facing the sky, but it is far better than heavy makeup, it looks very comfortable, like an autumn elf, fresh and lovely.

In particular, those eyes are not the current blue color, but as black and agile as obsidian, like the stars dotting the night sky on an autumn night, bright and clean, not to provoke the dust of the world, making people feel that no matter how beautiful a place such a woman stands, she will not be covered up for half of her beauty.

In the morning light, Huang Yu's skin is white and transparent, whether it is a slender and elegant neck, or a delicate collarbone, it is just right, and it is not appropriate to have more or less. There was a little yellowish morning light on her body, so that she seemed to be in the mortal world.

The scene of thinking about the night appeared in front of him again, and Ming Qi was stunned for a moment, he didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to move forward, because he was afraid that the phoenix feather in front of him would shatter when he touched it like a dream.

He is a little selfish, he wants such a phoenix feather to be by his side forever. That stranger-like phoenix feather was so cold that it made his heart ache.

Now, the woman in his heart stood in the place where she used to look back at him, tilting her head and looking this way.

Ying Qi suddenly felt a little flustered.

"What are you here for?" The woman holding the bouquet asked softly, her voice was gentle and soft, a little low, and it was very comfortable to hear in her ears.

Ming Qi was obviously stunned for a moment.

It's this sentence again.

It's the same thing he heard when he first came here in the open.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huang Yu called him again.

"Childe?"

"Hmm...... Yes? He scratched his head and said with a smile: "I was shocked by the girl's appearance, the girl was simply shocked, like a fairy descending to earth, Luo Shen reappeared in me...... Ahem, this king is rude. ”

Huang Yu covered her mouth and chuckled, saluting him.

"The prince has won the award, and the ninth prince is really amazing. The little woman Huang Yu has seen the Nine Princes, I don't know why the prince is here? ”

Ming Qi thought for a moment and replied, "Come here, the wind is too strong, I can't hear what the girl said." ”

It was just a little breeze, and the surroundings were very quiet, even if there was another distance like this, what the two of them said could be heard clearly.

But Huang Yu didn't doubt it, she walked slowly, and when Ming Qi looked up at her, the corners of her mouth had unconsciously opened a smile.

He only heard his heart pounding violently, it was too unbelievable, everything here was exactly the same as in his dream, even the curvature of the corners of the phoenix's mouth was the same.

Who hasn't had a dream of his sweetheart when he was young, the more he can't get it in reality, the more delicate and rich his imagination is in the dream, such as the difficult dream in front of him.

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