Yin Feng Ji and Asuri Mu Ran stood in the rose garden of Xuan Mingzi and looked at the tombstone lying horizontally in front of them, which read, 'Beloved - Ah Ran'

Yin Fengji and Assuri Muran looked at each other for a moment, Assuri Muran naturally knew that his master had never passed on any love history, but today's beloved surprised Assuri Muran, after all, he has been here for a long time, but why didn't he find out before?

But stunned and stunned, after all, he still started digging the grave, Assuri Muran glanced at Yin Fengji and signaled, but Yin Fengji was still unmoved, Assuri Muran's face was full of puzzlement, could it be that he wanted a girl of his own to dig it?

Yin Feng Ji didn't pay any attention to Asuri Muran, of course Asuri Muran was still a little unwilling, and was about to turn Yin Feng Ji over when he changed hands, he was about to say something, but after seeing Yin Feng Ji's death eyes, he was a little stunned, and he had a long mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, he lowered his head stupidly, he didn't speak, he already wanted to hammer his head in his heart, why did you forget that he was not really Yin Feng Ji now.

After Asuri Muran finally dug all the soil on the crown mound alone, he was stunned when he saw the coffin inside.

What was unearthed turned out to be the Nanmu Pavilion, the outside of the hall has been on a layer of dark bottom, the four corners of the coffin are guarded to be nailed to death, the size of this crown mound is also different from that of ordinary people, it is more than a foot larger, and the Yin Feng Ji who was standing on the side immediately squatted down to check, Asuri Mu frowned and looked at the Yin Feng Ji, this is the scene that does not allow him to turn over.

Yin Fengji glanced at the hall coldly, and with a wave of her hand, the coffin tomb was immediately split, and the red futon was covered with a layer on the left side of the corpse.

A head of satin-like blonde hair, disorderly and seemingly intentionally scattered on the shoulders, the upper body of snow-white slender skin, with slender arms, the firm twin peaks with blue-purple scallops to cover the intimate parts, the chest, there are three pieces of unknown things embedded in the inside, it turns out that the glowing thing is this thing.

The slender waist is still revealing the unknown pale pink, and below the slender waist, there is indeed a blue-purple intertwined Yuling, but the mouth of the heart is like a huge black hole, flowing with strange liquid, and the dark blue is also shallow and golden.

"Jiaoren is the spring first, also known as the spring guest. The South China Sea out of Jiao silk yarn, the spring first dive weaving, a dragon yarn, its price of more than 100 gold. I thought it was not wet when I entered the water. There is a dragon silk palace in the South China Sea, where the spring weaves silk first, and there is a white one like frost. Yin Feng Ji said this sentence slowly, and Asuri stared at her, what? Could this be the legendary merman?

Assuri Muran remembered, and took out the brocade box wrapped in the dragon silk from his arms, Asuri Muran still had a very bad idea in his heart, but there was no way back, so he could only open it tremblingly.

"Gott~" Asuri looked at the contents of the brocade box in disbelief, the blue heart and the bright red heart were still beating violently.

Yin Fengji casually lifted the red veil covering the face of the female corpse in the crown mound, and the Lian inside still made people gasp after all, the cold air bent Emei, a pair of beautiful eyes hooked the soul, a beautiful nose, pink cheeks slightly red, dripping cherry-like cherry lips, and a flower-like melon seed face crystal like jade, still a gorgeous and stunning asset.

Suddenly, the heart was put back into his body, and his delicate lips spat lightly, and the white beads in his mouth were exposed.

Asuri's eyelids trembled violently, this was the last drop of mermaid tears, priceless, but the carrion was still the same. However, Asuri looked at the iron tools on the side, and he wanted to preserve them for a long time, but why did he use iron tools to control the afterlife.

I saw Yin Fengji stretch out her hand to suck out the beads in her mouth, and with her other hand, she closed her eyes and mouth again, and also took out a short knife made of subway on the side, and the short knife was pressed down to the ground and folded several inches of dragon silk, and the red cloth in front of her was removed.

It's just that his hands trembled unconsciously, of course Asuri Muran didn't know what was wrong with Yin Fengji, and when he stepped forward, whether he wanted to ask, Yin Fengji turned his hand and left, of course Asuri Muran didn't go to talk about the boring part.

--In Yeongseonfu--

woke up Rong Shan, the lichen on his body was already light, and he casually pulled a purple and pink robe and stood at the window, and the girl outside saw Rong Shan standing in front of the window like this, and there was a thin layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

The wind is blowing, a gust of wind is blowing, although it is no longer the biting bones in winter, it has already passed the Qingming season, and it has become warmer, but it is not as warm as in previous years.

When I was in a trance, it was raining lightly outside, and by the way, the weather that had just been bright became dark, and the spring thunder was still not as strong as summer after all.

Stretch out your hand, the north is still not like the south in the end, the rain is like a bean-sized bead smashed to the ground when the ground, become urgent, become bigger, I don't know if I am dazzled, there is a fluttering boy on the peach tree in front of me, the boy and the boy under the Bodhi tree in his dream coincide.

After all, the spring breeze blows away, the aftertaste of this dream, Rong Shan took a deep breath of the air accompanied by the fragrance of earth, and suddenly felt refreshed, seeing the people on the tree looking at him, Rong Shan smiled warmly at the tree, raised the lotus root arm in the loose clothes under the cloak, and was about to beckon him in, this scene I don't know why, it turned into a beautiful painting.

Liu Cong looked at Rong Shan's current appearance, his long hair was not tied up high, but inadvertently scattered around his waist, his fair face, the eyes on it seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the window carved with a phoenix Yu Fei slowly formed a beautiful painting with Rong Shan.

Rong Shan looked at the person in front of him and waved to ignore it, so he gave up, turned around and walked to the soft couch, a gust of cold wind brought in a peach blossom fragrance, and then the body seemed to be weightless, and rose into the air, Rong Shan was just about to exclaim, he couldn't help it, turned his head to look out of the window, and saw that the window had already been closed tightly, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

A voice next to my ear suddenly sounded, "How did you learn the habit of stepping on the ground barefoot?" The man came back wearing less, and he was already suffering from the cold, and today he is still blowing the cold wind.

Liu Cong picked up Rong Shan and didn't want to put Rong Shan on the warm pavilion at all, so he stood in the middle of the room, and saw that Rong Shan didn't push away his intentions, and he was really happy in his heart.

"Liu Gongzi, if you don't put me on the soft couch again, I'm afraid that my illness will be worse in a while." Rong Shan's words made Liu Cong's ears red.

After putting Rong Shan reluctantly on the soft couch, he found a mattress embroidered with flying cranes and covered it for Rong Shan, and when he covered it, he looked at Rong Shan's white and slender ankles, and the feet under the ankles were still red from the cold. Rong Shan saw Liu Cong staring at his feet like this, so he was ashamed and shrank back, Liu Cong didn't react much when he saw the scene, he turned around and wet a piece of silk cloth after covering it, lifted the mattress and kicked it, and pulled it in.

Rong Shan hurriedly shrank back, but the soft couch was too small, and his ankle was held by a warm big hand, Liu Cong couldn't help but put that foot in his arms, the thin silk cloth, wiped up, Fu You's magnetic voice said: "What a sloppy dead girl, her feet have stepped back and forth on the ground so many times, just stepping on the soft couch?" ”

Rong Shan was shivered by the illness of the silk cloth, and when he heard Liu Cong's words, he was still a little ashamed after all, and he didn't know if it was the spring rain with this sleepiness, or because he caught up with the wind and cold, he didn't have half the strength in his body, so he let Liu Cong wipe his feet for himself, and he didn't bother to struggle, and after wiping one foot, he lazily wiped the other foot as well.

Liu Cong didn't seem to have any other objections, and while wiping, he said as if he were nothing, "This body is really cold." ”

Rong Shan nodded obediently, he was cold before, and the menstrual affairs were a little inaccurate, so he found a doctor, and the doctor seemed to say the same thing. Liu Cong's hand pinched Rong Shan's foot, Rong Shan's body trembled unconsciously, and he immediately wanted to pull his foot back.

But he was also clamped by Liu Cong's big hand, and said: "Good ~, don't move." ”