I couldn't tell the difference between the real and the unreal, so I chose to push it away. Prisoner Zhan left lonely, and her sudden estrangement left him at a loss. Where, something went wrong.

"Ayu, I've prepared breakfast for you, come out and use it." He called inside the door, but no one answered. The woman stayed in the room in a daze, staring at the painting for a long time.

That Danqing's handwriting is mature and sophisticated. There is a bit of déjà vu vaguely, and the Danqing place is woven with golden flower prints. Isn't it exactly what she likes.

When I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of the figure leaving gloomily outside the door, "Who wrote this Danqing?" ”

"It's the goddess Xiaoming, she does it in her spare time. She's been here since she died, do you like it? Looking at her confused expression, Prisoner Zhan frowned slightly.

"I don't like it, let's eat first."

He is like that, and he is ruthless and cold. Is it the past he won't talk about? It is rumored in the divine world that the lord and the goddess are very affectionate, and the goddess is gone, and the lord jumps into the river to wash away the past, and voluntarily gives up the fairy bones. He was rescued and dying, and his soul was separated.

After a night without saying anything, the prisoner Zhan looked at the light in her room and lit it all night, and his heart was so irritable that he couldn't concentrate for half a minute. The goddess's danqing, could it be that Ayu is vinegar?

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to open the door and explain, but there was no one inside. When she left, I didn't even know. Detect the direction with spiritual power, and his eyes are dyed with a touch of gloom.

Wanyu left the Huatan under the moon and walked alone on the water waves. As soon as he stepped on the water's edge, he saw the familiar back in front of him, with a long body and a graceful demeanor. With a hint of chic.

"Why are you here? It's inaccessible to ordinary people. ”

"Naturally, so I had to wait for you to come out. Yu'er, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Qingchen looked at her gently, only in front of her. is not cold and arrogant, so that it will not be unscrupulous.

"Lord Demon Venerable, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the lord comes out, I'm afraid that you may not be able to get out of the way. ”

"Really? But who do you feel more sorry for? You see that I have now become a Demon Venerable, and if you follow me, I will be able to protect you. He's made you sad again, so why should you follow him anymore. ”

Qingchen took a few steps closer, and the rich aroma of wine came. I don't know when the wine jar was opened, and it settled in this quiet space.

"Would you like to drink, do you dare to come?" Qingchen turned and flew away, and she chased the figure away. The person in front smiled slightly, a little proud in his heart.

I was prepared to be rejected, but fortunately, the wine was sultry. She hasn't changed.

"Where is this going? I thought you were going to take me to the Demon Realm Sin Cliff. Wanyu was puzzled.

"It's a smoky place, so it's not suitable for drinking. I remember telling you that drinking requires an environment, a mood, and the person who is drinking. Naturally, you need to find a good place to go so that you don't waste good wine. ”

In the past, he focused on winemaking and was fascinated by elegance. Therefore, traveling through the mountains and rivers, I have also found a lot of good places, landscapes, and shallow people. The beautiful scenery at four o'clock, the drunken dream is the same. No matter how pleasant it is, it's better than a long day and drinking alone.

The woman fell silent and followed him to the lakeside hut. This place is close to the mountain village, and you can vaguely see the smoke curling and the pheasants playing with butterflies. It's a rare warmth. With a wave of his hand, there is a sandalwood table, a guqin on the table, and two pots of wine.

"What's the name of the wine?" The mouth is spicy, slightly bitter, and has a sweet aftertaste. In just a few years, he tasted joys and sorrows, just like this wine. But the white horse passed through the gap.

"Drunk, a wine made especially for you. I think you'll like it, I remember you didn't love bitter wine before, but it's different. If you taste it carefully, it's just a dream. ”

He took a drink and smiled. In those days of the Brewmaster, she was all his joy. Now the position has changed, and it is becoming more and more cautious. Something is gradually estranged, and the only thing that remains, probably is the love of wine.

"Good wine." The woman was not pretentious at all, and drank it all. The staggered and the wine is strong. She looked at the person opposite, her face flushed.

"Yu'er, did you have a happy time in Qingchen Xuan?" After thinking about it, I finally asked.

"I'm very happy, the time my brother Qingchen spent with me. It was my happiest time. I've always been alone, and only Brother Qingchen will accompany me. ”

The woman murmured, and she saw his tears flickering. The slight pain spreads to the bottom of my heart, and I will only guard against it when I am clear. The person on the other side was a little drunk, looking at the small bridge and flowing water not far away, and did not look away for a long time.

"Yu'er, I thought you didn't remember."

"I remember, but Brother Qingchen has changed and no longer protects Yu'er. We could have spent the rest of our lives in the divine realm. She said quietly, and the man's eyes darkened.

The flask was empty, and Qingchen had outgrown two jugs of wine out of nowhere. Same taste, same bitterness. "But you can't be the only one for the rest of your life. Is it? ”

Suddenly picking out the relationship, Wanyu smiled. "Qingchen, if you can, you are my brother forever."

No words were spoken, only the sound of wine glasses colliding. He wanted to see her for a long time, but in the end he still annoyed her. Brother and sister, he never disdained.

She drank drunk, thinking about the wine he had brewed. The heart was slightly bitter, and she herself blamed him for his betrayal. But in the end, who is she and who knows. The wine is gone, and Qingchen is already asleep.

"Yu'er, will you come home with me? I'll take you home. Suddenly falling tears, Wanyu turned around and put on a coat for him. Staggered and turned away, today's wine was a little heavy.

If you can get along well, you will never be an enemy.

The journey back was long, and she raised her hand to her forehead, her eyes gradually blurred. The passage to Huatan under the moon was not yet closed, and she walked in. It was still the same as the day she came, and as soon as she crossed the barrier, she saw the people guarding the door.

Wanyu subconsciously turned around and pulled away, and he hugged him tighter and tighter. "Why did you drink so much wine, I'll take you back to your room."

Shake off his hand and barely stand still. The dream lingered in her mind, and Wanyu subconsciously didn't know how to face the person in front of her. Whether it's true or not, who can tell the difference.

"Ah Zhan, I want to be alone." She staggered into the room and looked at the danqing on the wall. Like, where have I seen it.

There was a woman sitting at the desk, and the man was gently grinding and joking. The clouds and water are completed in one go, the ink color is uniform and meticulous, and the pen is majestic. She rubbed her dizzy forehead, why did she dream again.

Casually pull the quilt over and close your eyes. My heart is a little confused. I couldn't find a way out, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. Prisoner Zhan walked in lightly, watching her eyebrows furrowed.

Reaching out to smooth the folds on her eyebrows, her cheeks were flushed with the smell of wine still lingering. Her eyes fell on Danqing, what she minded, could it be because of what the goddess did?

Danqing fell into his palm, and he still remembered the first time he saw Xiaoming painting Danqing. Meticulous and extremely focused. He was grinding beside him at that time, and he was amazed to see her few strokes, and the outline of the palace was fully revealed.

Quietly hid Danqing in the space bag, and heard her call in horror, "Ah Zhan, save me." ”

Stop and turn around, hold her hand, and gently soothe. She has been dreaming a lot lately and talking little. The temperament is also a lot colder, could it be that the prisoner used spiritual power to tempt, and there was no sign of nightmare.

"Ah, why are you avoiding me?" He shook her gently. The woman opened her eyes in a daze and reached out to gently caress his cheek.

"I seem to see something...... About you and the goddess. ”

"And the Ruby Palace." She said intermittently, and the prisoner was puzzled. He had never been to the Ruby Palace, so why did her memory of the goddess's past with him appear so often.

There are also curses, prophecies, palaces. In his recovered memories, there was no ruby palace. This woman, could it be her? Prisoner Zhan asked with some uncertainty, "Really?" It's just a dream, and the dream is all fake. ”

"Ahma, you look at me, look at my face seriously," he said, turning her head and meeting her eyes. Looking at the shallow reflection inside, he held her hand.

"I don't care what happened in the past, you are the wife I identify. If you don't believe me, Ayu, what do you want from me? "Sad eyes, sad looks. His tone was soft and sad.

The woman's wine has sobered up a little, and it seems that she has indeed gone too far with him today.

"Ah Zhan, I, shouldn't doubt you." The woman softened and hugged him tenderly.

"There's no next time, and don't drink so much again. Still uncomfortable? Only then did she realize that her head was burning and her vision was not very clear. Simply lay lazily in his arms.

"Then you take care of me, you know I love to drink the most." The prisoner was helpless, and got up to get the handkerchief.

"No, I want to sleep for a while. You stay with me," Wanyu begged.

"Okay, but drink the decanting soup first," Prisoner Zhan gently handed it to her, and the woman drank it obediently. Sleep on his pillow.

He watched as the people fell asleep, and then got up to leave. Taking advantage of the moonlight, there is a lone lamp in the Si Ming Palace, which burns for a long time. Si Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw someone coming.

"Why is the Lord here free? I heard that the lord of the war has been proud of the spring breeze recently, and you have never set foot in this palace of my life. ”

A glance drifted over, and Si Ming closed his mouth in tacit agreement. Open the door of the temple of the priest's order, and invite the lord to enter. Burn incense and pour tea. Prisoner Zhan looked around, and blurted out faintly, "Where is the fate of the Shangshen Scroll?" Take it to the deity and look at it. ”

Si Ming's hand shook and he almost dropped the teacup. "Lord Varner, these are related to the number of divine orders, and no one else can know except for the minor gods."

"What do you mean? The deity is the one who is there. Si Ming, isn't it that you've been too idle lately and forgot the rules? Si Ming's legs were weak, and he said tremblingly, "The forgiveness of the lord is just a matter of the luck of the gods in the divine realm, and the little gods don't dare to make their own opinions." ”

"To take it or not to take it? The deity gives you a quarter of an hour. If you don't take it, you can go to the mortal world. The light tone was not a joke at all. Seeing that he was serious, Si Ming had no choice but to take all the God's life scrolls. Respectfully hand it over.