Wen Xiang was stunned when she heard this.

He was nearby, looking down at her.

His face was very calm, as if he had just casually said something like, "It's really nice today." But his eyes are deep and dark, serious, and do not hide or avoid.

"You, what do you mean?"

When she asked this, her heart jumped inexplicably.

Should he ...... That's impossible!

Just look at how he scolds her three times a day, and if he doesn't scold her, he doesn't feel comfortable, and he can't like her!

It must have been that she was thinking too much, Song Nanzhou just asked casually.

"Since I've already touched you and kissed you, this responsibility is always bearable." Song Nanzhou replied.

Wen Xiang had a black line, she was still nervous, and she was inexplicably looking forward to it, and she was immediately relieved when she heard this: "What nonsense, I said it was a dream, what should you be really?" ”

When she said this, her eyes rolled and she giggled: "Hey, could it be that you are tempted to see my beauty?" That's useless, that's what I used to look like, now, you know, I'll just pull my fingers, even if you want to be responsible for me, you can't do it. Could it be that you can still claim to the outside world that you Song Nanzhou want to marry a wrench? Not only will you laugh off other people's big teeth, but you will also be treated as a psychopath. ”

Although in her world, there is endless news about marrying trees and towers, but this is not her relatively open and tolerant world.

After she finished speaking, she jumped down from the trunk of the tree, hugged the wine jar and shook her head at him, "I didn't drink much, why did you get drunk like this?" Forget it, I won't tell you, I'm going back to dinner. ”

After that, she jumped and ran away, leaving Song Nanzhou to stay where she was, looking thoughtfully at her back as she ran away.

After a while, he also got up and left the back mountain.

……

Wen Xiang seems to be fine, but in fact, her heart is still like a small drum, knocking on and on endlessly.

She wanted to drink so that she didn't think about it, Song Nanzhou definitely didn't have that kind of mind, he just said to tease her, but he felt that the way he looked at the time didn't look like he was joking at all.

Wen Xiang stopped, squatted on the side of the road, pulling weeds casually, and was inexplicably depressed.

This mood of ups and downs tortured her.

After a while, Wen Xiang got up and dropped the innocent weeds in her hand, and let out a long sigh of relief.

What to tangle with, what is there to tangle with? She can't fall in love in the world of free love, can she still expect this world of matchmakers to talk about a love that shocks the world?

"Wake up, stop dreaming!" Wen Xiang spit on herself like this.

What's more, who is Song Nanzhou?

Although he has obviously been much better to her recently, he has not tried to crush her and kill her at every turn, and it took some effort to find his shelter jade wrench.

But that doesn't change that he's still a Hades who treats human life like a mustard. It's just because of Wu Xiangying's affairs that she helped him a lot, so he got some good faces.

What's more, the person he likes is Princess Qing!

When Wen Xiang thought of this, the only thought in her heart disappeared.

Then she slapped herself on the head, she was dizzy, she wanted to go back!

After thinking about it like this, Wen Xiang finally put Song Nanzhou's words behind her.

……

went back for lunch, Wen Xiang went to Song Nanzhou's house again, planning to draw the situation in Concubine Yi's belly, and hurriedly handed over the errand, so that she could return her body to Tang Shaozong.

When the two met, they were as usual, and neither of them seemed to have taken the conversation in the back mountain to heart.

Wen Xiang also felt a lot more comfortable, and took the pen and paper, but frowned in embarrassment, looking like she didn't know where to start the pen, "Actually, this is not easy to draw, I can see the sebaceous muscles and the uterus, as well as the stone baby in the palace, but how to draw it to let Princess Qing understand?" ”

Song Nanzhou was transcribing the roster of soldiers, and when he heard this, he looked up at her, "Whatever you see, draw it, as for whether Princess Qing can understand it, that's her business." ”

Hearing him usually mention Princess Qing, it was no longer like the fierce and vicious appearance when she said that he broke his heart, Wen Xiang was quite curious, and somehow suddenly changed her character.

Of course, she had suffered enough last time because of Princess Qing, and this time she would take care of her mouth no matter what.

"That's what you said, it's not the first time that Princess Qing has given a disembowelment." Wen Xiang nodded and said, "It's also a caesarean section, but this time it's a stillbirth, so it shouldn't be a big problem." ”

As he spoke, he began to draw down the white skin, red muscles, and yellow fat that he saw.

Song Nanzhou saw that she only groaned for a moment, and then waved the pen smoothly.

She looked very serious, pursed her lips slightly, although she was facing Tang Shaozong's face, he would never be mistaken.

"Would you like to try it and go back to your own body?" Song Nanzhou suddenly asked her.

Wen Xiang just dropped the last stroke, and Wen Yan looked up at him with a look of surprise: "My own body? Are you talking nonsense? Where do I have a body? ”

Song Nanzhou pointed to the drawing paper that was still pressed on the desk by the paperweight, which was said to be Wen Xiang's original appearance, "Didn't Tang Shaozong hold a lot of scrolls last time to let you pick up the transformation?" ”

"It's different." Wen Xiang looked at him in confusion: "The last time he showed me, it was a living person who really existed in this world. Do you think it's possible that this way I am is real? ”

Song Nanzhou suggested, "You can try, anyway-"

He paused and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Even if it doesn't succeed, there is no loss, right?" ”

"That's just as well." Wen Xiang nodded, but there were concerns: "You said that if there is really such a person, what should I do?" ”

When she asked this, her heart pounded and pounded.

At first, she didn't think about this problem, first, she didn't expect it, and second, she didn't think it would be such a coincidence, there is also a person in this world who is exactly like her, with a cherry blossom birthmark under the corner of his eye. But there are all kinds of wonders in the world, even she can become a wrench, what is the wonder of an identical person?

As soon as Song Nanzhou mentioned this topic, she was thinking, if there really is, if she really takes up her body, a body that looks exactly like her, at that time, will she be willing to pay it back?

She's greedy, too, right?

No, she's going to be greedy!

No matter how correct her three views are, she is not a saint in the end.

Wen Xiang swayed between trying and not trying, and her heart was like being tormented in a frying pot, sitting and standing still, walking around with a frown.

Song Nanzhou only glanced at her, and saw her struggle and uneasiness.

"Wouldn't it be too early to bother with those?" He said lightly: "After what you are worried about becomes true, it is not too late to worry about it." ”

Wen Xiang exhaled slowly, "What you said is not bad, it's really not good to start asking for troubles now-"

As he spoke, he glared at Song Nanzhou quickly: "It's all your fault!" If you hadn't mentioned this stubble, I wouldn't have thought about it at all, where did the trouble come from? ”

Song Nanzhou was angry with her, but he was not annoyed, he only smiled faintly, and then revealed the matter.

He has passed here, but it is impossible for Wen Xiang not to think about it here.

After returning the body to Tang Shaozong, Wen Xiang, who had turned back into a wrench, was restless.

Song Nanzhou seems to be very interested in talking today, as long as he is free, he will pull her and talk non-stop.

"There is news from the palace that the holy decree to summon King Gong back to Beijing has been sent to the border quickly."

"How long does it take to get to Kyoto?" Wen Xiang asked him.

"It takes about ten days to hurry up and travel day and night." Song Nanzhou thought about it and took the map to show Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang glanced at the rudimentary version of the map, "It will take more than twenty days to come and go, isn't Concubine Yi's surgery time already set for the last few days?" King Gong got the news, even if he used the flying one, he couldn't catch up at all. ”

The operation went smoothly, but if something happened and King Gong rushed back, he couldn't see his mother alive.

The hidden worry in Wen Xiang's words was actually Song Nanzhou's worry, but he quickly smiled and smiled with a relaxed face: "Uncle Shi will arrive in Kyoto in a few days, and with him, it must be even bigger." ”

When Wen Xiang heard this, she almost jumped up happily: "Really? You didn't lie to me, did you? ”

Her happy tone changed, Song Nanzhou felt that she didn't seem to be so happy, and said lightly: "He hasn't been able to go back for so many years, what's the use of letting you see him?" ”

"You don't understand this kind of excitement of a fellow meeting a fellow." The feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land is naturally only understood by people from the same place.

In particular, Uncle Shi has never given up looking for a way back. Maybe he already has some thoughts about going back now.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but ask Song Nanzhou: "Uncle Shi said the exact time to enter Beijing?" ”

"Before Concubine Yi's operation, she should be in time." accepted the word "surgery" in Wen Xiang's mouth, and Song Nanzhou didn't feel awkward when he said it.

"That's great!" Wen Xiang cheered again. "How old is your uncle, he is not married, right?"

"It's been several years since he left Jiuli Mountain, and I haven't seen him, so I don't know if he's married." Song Nanzhou's tone was a little cold.

Wen Xiang didn't hear it, and said to herself: "He is definitely not married, he is going back, if he gets married and has children, and has bonds, then he is reluctant to go back." How could a person who wanted to go back allow himself to be bound in this place? ”

The corners of Song Nanzhou's lips were curled without warmth: "You know very well." ”

"Of course, because that's what I think too." Wen Xiang was a little proud, and said with some emotion, "Or, your uncle was already married and had children in our world in the early years, so he persistently wanted to find a way back......

"Before he fell in Jiuli Mountain, he never got married, let alone had children." Song Nanzhou interrupted her: "Okay, it's not early, it's time to sleep." ”

As he spoke, with a flick of his sleeve, all the lights in the room went out, and he said faintly in the dark: "You talk so much today, shouldn't you still be afraid?" ”

Wen Xiang quickly adapted to the darkness, her night vision in the wrench is quite good, and she sees the world no different from daytime.

At this time, after listening to Song Nanzhou's words, I couldn't help but flatten my mouth: "I just, I don't dare to sleep ......"

Although I thought of it before, I just tried it, and if there was no one who looked exactly like her, she couldn't change at all, that is, it was a vain thought, and it was nothing. What if there really is a ......

"What if she's married, has a husband and has children? Then I robbed her body, do you want to continue to be a wife and a mother? It's hard to abandon your husband or children, right? ”

"You can abandon me and the child, and do this kind of thing again, aren't you very familiar with the road?" Song Nanzhou's tone sounded a bit playful and ridiculous.

"Hey! You don't take advantage of me! Wen Xiang muttered dissatisfiedly: "A dream is a dream, reality is reality, you tell me clearly-don't pinch me, pinch me to itch my flesh." I said, Can you take me off? With this hanging around your neck, can you sleep comfortably? ”

As soon as he lay down like this, she had to cling to his chest, this firm and tight chest muscles, this strong heartbeat, it was easy to make her dizzy.

Song Nanzhou stopped pinching her, but he didn't take her down according to his words, "Aren't you afraid that the people from the Western Regions will come to rob you again?" So far, his whereabouts have not been found, which shows how powerful this person is. ”

"Haven't found it yet?" Wen Xiang really became worried, "Then you have to protect me, don't let him snatch me away again—yes, can you protect me?" You can't even find him. ”

Wen Xiang couldn't help but worry about her safety.

These words obviously hurt Song Nanzhou's self-esteem: "It was not my people who tracked him down, but the commander of the forbidden army sent by the emperor. Although he has a good tracking ability, he has been touted as powerful over the years, and he has not encountered a truly powerful opponent. If it had been my person, there would have been news a long time ago. ”

"Then why don't you use your people to secretly track it down?" Wen Xiang asked dissatisfiedly.

Isn't it good to get rid of safety hazards early?

Song Nanzhou said coolly: "What does it have to do with me, why do I take the risk of doing this?" ”

Wen Xiang: "......"

This answer really made her heart cool a little, but there was nothing wrong with his words - what did she have to do with him, and why did he help her again and again?

Just because he had helped her, so that she forgot that he had no responsibility or obligation to help her.

It's still the old saying, it's his love to help her, not his duty!

What was it that blinded her to make her forget such a fact and become so justified that she could take an inch?

"So, you're still wearing me close to you?" Wen Xiang said weakly: "We have nothing to do with each other, why do you care if I live or die?" ”

Song Nanzhou replied to her with three words: "I'm willing." ”

Then, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, refusing to pay any more attention to Wen Xiang.

In vain, Wen Xiang was sad for the silent night.

In the end, she couldn't stay up, and before going to sleep, she still fixed the picture of herself that she painted during the day in her mind.

……

Halfway through the night, in the originally quiet room, the sound of gentle breathing suddenly intensified.

The moonlight shined through the window lattice and sprinkled on Song Nanzhou's face on the bed net, only to see that he was short of breath, beads of sweat were rolling down on his forehead, and the whole person seemed to be extremely unstable, struggling and whispering from time to time, as if he had fallen into some kind of terrible nightmare.

Suddenly, his whole body twitched, and his eyes opened suddenly.

He lay there for a long time without moving, and for a long time he let out a long, long breath from his chest. The stiff eyes finally turned.

He grabbed the wrench on his chest, tightly, as if he had caught something precious that had been lost and recovered.

Finally, he curled himself up and closed his eyes again.

If before, Wen Xiang told him that he was abandoned by his wife, and he only took it as a joke and listened to it, then just now, in the dream that made his heart throb when he thought about it now, he seemed to have experienced that scene in reality.

The scene that was ruthlessly abandoned by her.

He could only watch her refuse to leave without looking back, even if he threatened her with their newborn child in the dream and begged her to stay, she never relented and turned back.

There seems to be her cold voice in her ears: I promised you in the past, you will not live up to me, and I will not live up to you in this life. Now that you have a favorite in your heart, it's not good for me to stay in the house anymore. If you don't want to write it, then I'll write it. I hope that you and I will be separated and each of us will be happy.

He roared in his dream and asked her: The child is still so young, how can you bear it! Why are you so ruthless!

In exchange for her mocking sneer: Will you let me take him away?

He was speechless, almost humbly begging her to stay: For the sake of the child, you will not ...... Won't change your original intention?

She also smiled sadly, and the cherry blossom birthmark under the corner of her eye seemed to be dyed with sadness: Don't you want to send her away?

He hurriedly distinguished: Wanniang already has a body, and she is lonely, and she can't live without me......

Before he finished speaking, she laughed: She can't live without you, but I can, so I'll go!

After she said this, she didn't stop any longer, her thin figure stood straight, step by step, and walked out of his sight unhurriedly.

He was annoyed and angry, and shouted angrily behind her: Wen Wenxiang, you went out of this door today, don't think about entering the gate of the Hou Mansion in this life!

Indeed, she never entered the gate again until she died, and refused to let her remains be buried with him.

He watched himself in his dream go from anger to grievance, to confusion, to pain.

Then, the pain was like a maggot attached to the bone, and it accompanied him for the rest of his life.

He also saw that when he was dying, he ordered his children and grandchildren to bury him with him the blood jade wrench that she had given her.

The moment he closed his eyes, he felt relieved, uneasy, and more expected.

In his life, he did many good deeds, repairing bridges and paving roads, giving relief to disaster victims, and adopting orphans and the elderly...... All his life, just to seek an afterlife.

Ask for someone to reunite with her and live up to her next life!

Time flies in the dream, and he also sees their afterlife.

In that life, he was a farmer, but she was a tussel that grew on the road he had to go through to farm. He passed by her every day, but he never took a serious look at her appearance.

In that life, he was a bluestone on the bridge, she was a fisherman's girl, and every day the boat passed under his bridge, and the laughter of silver bells sprinkled all over the river. He kept looking at her, from a plump girl to a weathered old woman, covered in scars, heartache to death but unable to do anything.

In that life, he was a bandit, but she was a princess. He beat his horse and plundered, and she lifted the curtain to watch, and that glance was the only time they saw each other in their lives.

In that life, his five aggregates were empty, and she fell into the dust.

In that life, he was a steed, and she was an embroidered girl......

Nine lives and nine lives, they have no intersection.

……

In the second half of the night, Song Nanzhou never fell asleep.

The scenes in the dream were replayed one by one in front of his eyes like a marquee.

Even if he refuses to believe it, he is still terrified in the regrets of this life.

So in this life, they should have no intersection. He is a relative of the emperor, but she lives in a different world. If it weren't for Xu Shen changing his life against the sky and wanting to save his sister, he and her would not even have the possibility of seeing each other in this life.

Song Nanzhou held the wrench in his hand and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just wrench your fingers, the self in the previous life has begged for so long, and he can't ask for the opportunity to face each other day and night. And now, she is a wrench, and she can also face her day and night, which is better than missing so many lifetimes.

The life in which he lost her was probably really painful.

In this life, he just saw a portrait of her, and he remembered the past and present lives.

He suddenly remembered that day, when the old abbot left, he said to him, don't be too obsessed, otherwise you will hurt others and hurt yourself - he covered his face and laughed silently, if it weren't for his obsession in this life, he probably wouldn't have been able to get this opportunity.

Obsession!

He tightened his five fingers.

The two blazing lights in his eyes burned like a raging fire, which not only reminded him, but also gave him a chance, he would not let go even if he died!

……

In the early morning, the Wuxiang camp, which had been silent all night, became noisy with the morning exercises of the soldiers.

Wen Xiang, who rarely slept well, frowned uncomfortably and muttered: "It's so noisy......"

Then he leaned in the familiar and reassuring direction.

This time, she felt that something was wrong.

She seemed to be nestled next to a warm body, with a strong arm across her waist, and the fingers were still restlessly rubbing against her waist, causing her to tremble.

Before Wen Xiang's dizzy head could figure out what was going on, she heard a low and hoarse voice above her head: "Awake?" ”

Wen Xiang subconsciously looked up at him.

Song Nanzhou was in the morning light, smiling at her.

His face was so close that when she looked up, her lips accidentally brushed against his chin.

His already dark eyes were even deeper and more indiscerning, and he lowered his head under the gaze of her still staring at him, and kissed her lips slowly and hard.

The kiss was full of men's rich seduction and bewilderment, and the seduction was deep step by step, and Wen Xiangyuan's mind was not very clear, so she was even more confused.

But she strangely did not feel the resentment and disgust of being offended, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, and lost the last trace of clear reason in this kiss that was obviously unfamiliar but addicted to her.