As I thought, if she was really cultivated into a phantom person, there would be no cure! What awaits her will be aging a hundred times faster than normal, until...

A soft voice sounded, "Come, follow me, tongue against palate...", said and made a demonstration, and the smile under the black veil spread carelessly.

Someone did as he was told, and this time he really wanted to do it for her, but he really couldn't laugh.

Mu Fandi looked at it seriously and wanted to see the iceberg melt. At this time, the person who was unsuccessful in finding her rushed over through a report, and saw the two sitting in the same room opposite the bookcase, and face to face, "Fan'er..."

A familiar voice came, and he quickly got up and ran out.

Qin Zhao put away her ugly facial expression, watched the person go straight to the door happily, threw herself into the arms of the third brother, and when she looked back, she said: "Little uncle, look, my husband looks so good when he laughs." ”

The degree of heartache of that person is no less than his, he didn't want the country in his previous life, he sacrificed his life to be buried with him, and in this life..."Well, it's good-looking." ”

"We're home."

Qin Cao smiled softly and shallowly, and the person in his arms turned around and responded, "Okay." ”

A man behind her appeared outside the door, watching her leave.

On horseback, she seemed to have a feeling, and glanced back at the people who stopped in front of the door, where did they seem to have met?

Looking back, Qin Zhao was worried for a while, and Qin Zhao completely let go.

April

The most beautiful in the world, the sunny day in the cool valley at night, like a fairyland, Qin Cao sat on the swing chair, snuggled in his arms, and the layers of leaves sprinkled with sparse spots of light, like fog, like yarn, like clouds.

Nowadays, people are sleeping more and more, and every time they wake up, it seems that they have spent several years, and according to the cycle, today should be the day when the letter period comes, but it does not appear all day, which is menstruation...

Mu Fandi is in Qin Cao's arms, in the arms of her beloved, getting old day by day...

"Cold~~"

Qin Cao picked up the person and walked towards the bamboo house, on the swing chair that swayed slightly between the two trees, there was a lonely porcelain bottle, and there were three pills that could get rid of pain.

Following

Qin Cao was painting in front of the bookcase, Mu Fandi was leaning on a rocking chair in the shade of a tree, and a silent gray rabbit was jumping next to him.

Looking sideways, at this time, a black and bright nine-palace bird flew involuntarily, and the corners of his lips bent involuntarily.

"Hello."

That bird can talk! "Hello." She replied.

Rude happily circled in the air, Mo'er leaned to her feet to find a little comfort, Mu Fandi slowly got up and stroked the smooth fur a few times, and then leaned back again, she liked to see them in a free state.

At this time, a person appeared in front of him and was about to bend down to hug her, and said, "You... What are you doing? ”

This is the third time today that I don't remember him, "Madam, I want to tell you a story for my husband." "Wait patiently.

Puzzled, he got up and looked at the door, "Where is this?" ”

Qin Cao stepped forward to help the person who was about to enter the door, and said in a shallow voice: "Home, our home." ”

"Home?" She didn't believe it, and seeing that her withered fingers could be the mother of this young man, she couldn't help but say, "It's really good at making fun of people." ”

Qin Cao didn't answer, helped people to sit down, and took down the paintings on the shelves one by one.

"What is this?"

The one who asked was the painting he had just painted, and said, "This is where your husband once went to court." ”

Mu Fandi nodded and said slowly: "He is an official?" ”

Hearing this, it seems that he still doesn't believe it and doesn't say more "um", and then takes the painting down and tells a long, long story, which is as long as his mortal, and after listening to the following, he forgot the above...

The fan in the hand, the person in the painting.

A painting dressed in white under the moon holding a lotus lantern and looking up at the Moon Palace;

One by one, thin shirts are wrapped in fragrant sweat, and shaved ice is tasted;

A set of bridal robes soaked in the bathtub, half-squinting;

A pair of eyebrows twisted and eyes glared ahead, snorting softly;

A painting dressed in water-green smoke yarn chasing bees and butterflies, resembling a child;

A little red lips and half lying on the couch sleep quietly, and there is no palace sand;

A picture of joy dyed the eyebrows and hung the corners of the eyes, and the abdomen was full of kindness;

A withered lamp illuminates the moon in autumn under the moon, and I only see the back;

A cup of turbid tea, slender and jade, held lightly, hesitated;

A wooden sword waving under the moon is full of heroism;

A pair of crystal pomegranates are about to shake and loom;

A string of red sugar gourds at the entrance, soft and glutinous sweetheart;

A beautiful shadow is like a waterfall, like a dream;

A picture of a sunny flower with beautiful skin on its back is like snow, scorching its brilliance;

One by one, my wife paints my wife, and I paint my wife, overlapping and adding;

And the unfinished background painting just now...

Mu Fandi couldn't believe that this was her story, and she couldn't believe that she had painted this person into the painting with her own hands.

But it is clear that his hands touched the perfect cheeks, and when he suddenly saw his rough and wrinkled skin, he immediately withdrew his hand, and he had an inferiority complex and wanted to escape from here quickly!

"Fan'er..."Qin Cao quickly took the person in his arms and confessed: "I love you." ”

And at this moment, she forgot about Fang Cai's matter, and only said: "I'm hungry..."

Qin Cao immediately put away his thoughts and began to prepare dinner. Now, this meal is full of light and easy to digest food, and his mortal is saying goodbye to the years at an irreversible speed, and ......... with him Tell...... Other... May

Dream, Mo'er, Rude, and his wife and children are guarding the entrance of the cave. At this time, there were two people inside soaking in the hot spring.

A head of gray hair with his back to the door of the cave, refracted by the water light with a silver-gray glow.

The man who was awakened by a hand opened his eyes and was startled, "Ah!! "How could there be a strange man with white flowers and no clothes, and then he was shocked by his vicissitudes of life.

Blinked, listened to it, did I see it blindly, the voice seemed to come from a long distance, vaguely inaudible, reached out and touched it, it was indeed a person!

In fact, Qin Cao was talking, but mortal's hearing and vision were all degrading, and he leaned the flustered person on his chest, and stroked his heart with one hand.

Mu Fandi smelled a good scent of orchids and herbs, which was not strong but calmed her nerves.

"It smells so good..."

The voice was like an old lady in her last years, but when it entered Qin Cao's ears, she was still satisfied.

"Today is Yulan Festival, Fan'er."

The person in his arms seemed to hear it, but he didn't seem to hear it, but he took the initiative to hug him.

At the end, after being washed clean, the refreshing people slept in their broad arms and returned to the bamboo hut, followed by a team of heavy minds, large and small, flying and jumping animals.

Rude has never broken his mouth again, and I'm really sorry for the name someone gave him.

And Mo'er is no longer a warm baby in someone's special period.