But Wen Xiang didn't change this time, she fell asleep and fell into a dream again.

When she saw the white expanse again, Wen Xiang would no longer be afraid.

"What are you going to see me this time?" Wen Xiang muttered as she walked forward—the road in her dream could only go forward, and there was no way back.

Soon, she heard movement. A woman's delicate laughter rang out, and soon it lowered again, turning into a moaning and panting.

"No, it's broad daylight...... We must not be seen like this. ”

The young man's voice was also a little unsteady, low and mellow, very charming: "No. No one dares to trespass without my orders. So Jiaojiao, you answered me that day, I want you to do what I want you to do, and now you have to break your promise? ”

"That's, it can't be like that. I...... No way. Husband, how do you let me meet people in the future? The woman shirked shyly.

"It's better not to see anyone." The man laughed and said, "You just stay in the house obediently, don't go anywhere, no one else can see you, just let me see it, okay?" ”

"What nonsense?" The woman said softly: "I still have to go to my parents-in-law to ask for peace." Hey, don't touch my clothes......"

Wen Xiang heard the wolf blood boiling, she was about to see the legendary Huochun and Palace?

Wahaha, the heavens and the earth are spiritual, and the thick fog and white smoke are about to dissipate.

The thick fog in front of her seemed to be sensible, and it really gradually dispersed in front of her.

Wen Xiang really appeared in front of a very sultry spring and palace-

It is still the same picturesque garden, and this time the scenery in the garden is not as bleak and desolate as the last time, but the flowers are clustered and the birds chirp, which is a vibrant picture.

The wisteria flowers bloom just right, the purple flowers are like purple clouds, wrapped around the swing frame, like the swing frame in the picture scroll is gently shaking, there are two people sitting on it, the tall man is holding the petite woman, the two lips and teeth are facing each other, breathing and blending.

The man was facing Wen Xiang, so Wen Xiang recognized it at a glance, this was the young version of Song Nanzhou.

Wen Xiang was excited, last time she regretted that she couldn't know what the woman who ruthlessly abandoned Song Nanzhou would look like, but she didn't expect to be seen by her this time - I heard her call him husband just now, it should be Song Nanzhou's wife.

But at this time, the woman was sitting on Song Nanzhou's lap, but her back was to Wen Xiang.

The two of them are indeed doing indescribable things under the blue sky and white day. Wen Xiang secretly said that the world was going down, and she watched it with relish.

It's just that one thing is not good, Wen Xiang really wants to see the woman's appearance clearly, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't see clearly, she is not able to control her legs and feet at this time like just now, she is standing on this side, and she wants to run to the opposite side of the woman to see what is going on, but she just can't move.

Just when Wen Xiang was about to sweat in a white hair, the woman's clothes were pulled open, revealing a large white chest, the man removed his mouth from her lips, and fell little by little, and then, as if the woman couldn't bear it, she raised her head.

Wen Xiang finally saw her face, however, the moment she saw that face clearly, Wen Xiang's whole person was as if she had been struck by lightning!

It's a big day!

What did she see?

She saw herself!

That face, the pair of long eyebrows that are slightly more heroic than ordinary women, and the red birthmark in the shape of a cherry blossom the size of a small fingernail under the corner of the right eye, looks more and more red and charming because of emotion, making a face that was not very beautiful at this moment bewitching and beautiful like a goblin.

Wen Xiang never dreamed that she could be so beautiful!

No wonder in broad daylight, this man wants to treat her like and that regardless of it......

Wen Xiang closed her eyes, still couldn't believe her eyes, was that really her?

Is she with Song Nanzhou?

Oh hehe, dreaming, just dreaming.

How could she do such a shameless thing with Song Nanzhou?

Don't look at indecent things, don't look at indecent things.

The impact was so terrible that her mind was in a mess, and she had to get out of this place quickly!

However, where is the way back, I fall!

……

Wen Xiang couldn't avoid it like this, biting her fingers to watch an extremely intense live spring and palace - if the performer hadn't put her face on it, she thought she would have applauded very much.

Fortunately, after doing the shameless thing, the shameless Song Nanzhou hugged the soft ...... Who, went back to the room.

The two seemed to have a very good relationship, and after entering the door, they didn't call anyone in to serve, and Song Nanzhou wiped his body and changed his clothes for that person with his own hands.

The two hugged each other, Qingqing and I were so intimate.

The vision gradually blurred, and the thick fog hit again, blocking Wen Xiang's prying eyes.

……

Wen Xiang, who didn't succeed in transforming and was taken aback by the sturdy, was ...... The whole wrench is not good.

She agreed with Song Nanzhou last night and decided to try to become Tang Shaozong, because he said that although Tang Shaozong was very useless in other aspects, he was comparable to a master in one hand.

Now, she has not succeeded in becoming Tang Shaozong.

Wen Xiang, who noticed where she was, was very flustered for a while.

Probably Song Nanzhou was worried that she would be snatched away again, so this time no matter where she went, he put the wrench on his body. So at this moment, Wen Xiang was in Song Nanzhou's arms, close to his chest.

At this time, on the sunny school field, Wen Xiang saw him holding his hands and walking leisurely among the soldiers who were practicing his fists and feet.

"What about me, I don't have time to watch you all the time, I don't care if you are serious or perfunctory, in short, the rules have been set, the monthly assessment, the bottom for two consecutive months, I don't look for you, only the centurion is accountable, it's all clear?"

Since the centurion was elected, Song Nanzhou broke up the original faction and used the method of drawing lots to let the centurions choose the soldiers under their banner. Whoever is picked is whoever is picked, and no one is allowed to have an opinion.

Of course, there are also people who have opinions, and Song Nanzhou came to him, Song Nanzhou only dropped one sentence, if you want to exchange, it's okay, I'll talk about it after beating me.

As a result, the soldiers who came to challenge all returned home, and honestly accepted their fate of being selected like a radish.

Of course, during the run-in of each team, a lot of things also happened, and Song Nanzhou didn't care about them, and only handed them over to the centurions to deal with. If there is any unfairness, it will come to him, and he will be willing to take care of it. This head is in charge, and as soon as he turns his head, he pulls the centurion to teach him a lesson.

The newly appointed centurions are all cut five levels and six generals before they can take office, first, the centurions have to earn performance in front of the peak, and second, the new officials take office three fires, and they always have to burn them, and no one wants to lose face in front of their colleagues, so the centurions who took office are working extremely hard.

The soldiers of the Wuxiang battalion had a head, and even the gentlemen saw Lin San going out of the camp openly, and they were all red-eyed. No one wants to be left behind, so there is such a vibrant scene now.

At present, they have long lost their initial resistance and dislike for Song Nanzhou. What's more, Song Nanzhou also showed his hand, and accepted everyone's challenge with his own strength and was undefeated, so the soldiers of the Wuxiang battalion were still very convinced of him.

The thorns at the bottom are honest, the centurions are also diligent, as the highest-level leader of the Wuxiang battalion, Song Nanzhou's life is so good that even Wen Xiang is jealous.

Wen Xiang also saw Tang Shaozong in the crowd, punching and sweeping his legs like rain and sweat, and he looked extremely serious.

He said he would work hard, and he didn't really say it casually.

Wen Xiang thought with relief.

After training his subordinates, Song Nanzhou carried his hands behind his back and slowly went to the shade.

Someone whispered in the crowd: "In the past, General Mu would accompany us to practice." ”

When a centurion heard this, he immediately lectured with a straight face: "Do you want Lord Song to practice with you?" That's okay, then go and challenge Lord Song, if you win, Lord Song will definitely do what you want! ”

"What if I lose?" The man couldn't help but ask.

The centurion smiled, "If you lose, double your training today!" ”

The man didn't dare to make a noise anymore, and trained honestly.

……

"Awake?" Walking to no one's place, Song Nanzhou asked lightly.

Wen Xiang was startled, when she saw Song Nanzhou at this time, she was really embarrassed and embarrassed - when she heard him speak, she couldn't help but think of the bastard words he said in his dream, and the shameless things he did, and she really didn't know what attitude to take to face him.

"Why don't you speak?" Song Nanzhou didn't allow her to pretend to be dead: "Didn't you say it last night, what happened?" ”

Wen Xiang didn't hear the concern in his tone, because her heart was extremely chaotic, she was embarrassed and angry, although she knew that this was actually anger, and the man in the dream looked like Song Nanzhou, not necessarily Song Nanzhou. The woman in the dream has a face of hers, so it may not be her. Although she thought so, she still couldn't keep her angry.

"Say what, I don't want to talk right now!" She said stiffly.

Song Nanzhou frowned and pulled her out of her neck - because she was stolen in the camp last time, and after finding the wrench this time, he never left his body. I was worried that I would lose the wrench if I didn't pay attention, so I simply strung the wrench and hung it on my chest as a pendant.

If someone can steal the wrench from him, then he Song Nanzhou will not have to live.

Her annoyed and angry tone made Song Nanzhou's hand pause, and then asked casually, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, I dreamed of a scum!" Wen Xiang's tone was still very impulsive.

Song Nanzhou nodded: "It seems that I am the scum you call scum." You dream of me like this one after another, do I agree? ”

Wen Xiang blurted out: "Then you touched me and kissed me one after another, did I agree?" ”

Who kept saying don't don't, don't be embarrassed Song Nanzhou in the dream?

Song Nanzhou stumbled at his feet, and slowly wrinkled two heroic long eyebrows: "I touched you and kissed you one after another?" When did this happen, and how did I not know? ”

Wen Xiang, who said something that shouldn't be said, can only pretend to be dead.

Song Nanzhou refused to let her go, and thought to himself for a while: "It seems to be a dream, dreaming that I kissed you and hugged you?" I'm curious, you have a wrench, how can I hug you and kiss you? Isn't that a bit difficult? ”

He spoke briskly, even with a subtle smile.

Wen Xiang didn't hear it, "Of course you can't kiss or hug me like this, but in my dream...... Forget it, I won't tell you about it! ”

Such a hot and emotional thing, she has no face to say!

Especially the heroine has a face exactly like her!

She has no face to say!

The more she was so secretive, the more curious Song Nanzhou became, "Did you really dream that I was hugging you?" It's strange, whose face are you using in your dreams? ”

Listen to this contemptuous tone and face, as if she was born to be a finger wrench, and can only use other people's faces.

"My own face, of course!" Wen Xiang emphasized vigorously: "Don't I have a face myself?" Before I became a wrench, I was also a human being, okay? ”

Song Nanzhou sneered: "Forgive me for imagining what you would be like before you became a wrench." If it's too ugly, I can't do it. ”

"You're ugly!" Your whole family is ugly!

Wen Xiang was disgusted by him, very unhappy, at this time she had forgotten what the two of them had done in their dreams, and only cared about talking back to him, "This girl's face, if there are no nine points and eight points, you can't fall into the country, but it's still okay to fall into the city!" ”

She was very proud of herself, and she couldn't help but think of the dream again, the face that was extremely charming when the love was deep.

Is that really her?

Song Nanzhou obviously didn't believe it: "I haven't seen it again, so naturally I just say whatever you say." ”

"What do you mean, you're bragging to me?" Wen Xiang was questioned and was very annoyed: "You wait, I'll let you take a good look at whether I'm bragging!" ”

……

Half an hour later, Tang Shaozong, who had finished training, ran into Song Nanzhou's room.

Song Nanzhou sat behind the desk, looking at the secret letter sent from the side, looked up and only glanced at it, and said, "Why is it so long?" ”

"I was training just now, so I can't walk away." Wen Xiang, who successfully transformed into Tang Shaozong, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Why, now you want me to see your face?" Song Nanzhou lowered his head again, as if perfunctory.

The more he was so careless, the more Wen Xiang held back a breath that wanted him to be impressed-

Paper, pencils, paints, etc., are already on the table.

Wen Xiang stopped talking, grabbed the rice paper on the table and spread it out, took the pen again, and after a silence in his mind, the pen in his hand waved with a brush.

Song Nanzhou had already stopped what he was doing and squinted slightly.

Wen Xiang did it in one go, and pushed the costume beauty that jumped on the paper in front of Song Nanzhou, "Come, score!" ”

What she painted was a swing frame with wisteria flowers entwined in her dream, and a woman in a white dress and a red dress sat on the swing frame, the woman tilted her head slightly, revealing a delicate smile, and the red cherry blossoms under the corners of her eyes were extremely attractive.

What she painted was the clothes worn by the woman in her dream.

It's just that the shameless man on the wisteria swing frame, she didn't have the face to draw it.

Song Nanzhou lowered his eyes and stared at the woman in the painting for a long time.

His brow furrowed slowly, getting tighter and tighter.

The fingers grasping the rice paper also clenched involuntarily.

Seeing his reaction like that, Wen Xiang was full of confidence at first, and immediately missed half of it, "Hey, is it really that ugly?" ”

He couldn't help but tear the painting up.

Song Nanzhou muttered, "I seem to have seen her......"

Where have you seen her? He clearly didn't have any impression, but looking at this face, looking at the birthmark like cherry blossom petals on his face, he felt so familiar that he couldn't help but want to move his fingers - as if his fingers had lingered on this cherry blossom once.

But he obviously had never met such a woman!

"Really? Are you dreaming too? Wen Xiang asked in surprise.

Song Nanzhou didn't seem to hear her question, his fingers fell on the wisteria swing frame, frowning, as if pondering, as if trying to recall: "I always feel that there should be another person here." ”

He looked up and said to Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang was caught off guard when she heard his words, and then thought of the wind, flow, and love affair on the swing frame, her face suddenly turned red, and she stammered when she spoke: "Messy, nonsense, where did the people come from, there is no one left, only her...... She's alone! ”

"No, no, what's the blushing for?" Song Nanzhou asked.

Wen Xiang covered her face, "How can you blush, you are wrong!" ”

When Song Nanzhou saw her reaction, Fu Ling thought of a place, "In your dream, I just touched you and kissed you on this swing frame?" ”

"Boom-" With a bang, Wen Xiang's blood all over her body rushed to her face, "Phew! Shameless! ”

After she took a sip, she couldn't face Song Nanzhou's shining, playful and interesting gaze, turned around, covered her face and ran out.

"It seems that I was right." Song Nanzhou saw her stumbling out, and almost fell down, and said to herself, "What kind of dream did she have?" Don't be spring or dreams? ”

Shaking his head with a smile, Song Nanzhou, who didn't know the truth unintentionally, looked down at the woman in the painting again, and his dark phoenix eyes gradually became gentle like water.

"Where the hell have I seen you?"

……

Wen Xiang ran out of Song Nanzhou's house in embarrassment, and waited for the red tide on her face to dissipate, before she slowly came back to her senses, and she hated to give herself a mouthful.

What are you running, what are you running? Doesn't this run confirm Song Nanzhou's guess?

Moreover, what is the red of blushing? The woman in the dream just has an identical face to her, and there are many people in this world who look alike, maybe it's just a person who looks like her.

That's not her, it's not her, it's definitely not her.

Wen Xiang silently hypnotized herself.

"Tang Si, let's go, accompany me for a drink." Lin San got out of nowhere and grabbed Wen Xiang's shoulders, and Wen Xiang was about to say no, but he dragged him directly into his room.

"What kind of wine to drink in broad daylight." Wen Xiang straightened the wrinkled placket that was pulled by Lin San, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "I still have something to do, so I don't have time to drink with you." ”

As if he hadn't heard it, Lin San took out a wine jar from under his bed, and said with a smile: "This is the best wine in our Dongjun Palace, don't you want to taste it?" ”

Before he opened the wine jar, Wen Xiang had already smelled a faint mellow aroma of wine, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and looked at the wine jar in Lin San's hand with a blank eye: "What kind of wine is this?" ”

"You can't smell the autumn dew?" Lin San glanced at her, raised his hand and patted the mud seal on the wine jar: "My mother is good at winemaking, this is specially made for me by her old man when I entered the Wuxiang camp, saying that when I go back, I will dig it out——"

Lin San said, as if he remembered the face of Princess Dongjun who was obviously much older than five years ago, and even her voice became a little softer: "When her old man saw me, she thought she was dreaming, and beat and scolded me, thinking that I would not be able to get out in this life." ”

As he spoke, his eyes were slightly red, and he was afraid of being detected by Wen Xiang, so he raised the wine jar and drank it directly at the mouth of the altar.

Wen Xiang saw that he was like drinking boiled water, he was almost distressed to death, such a good wine, only suitable for drinking slowly, savoring carefully, how can he drink like him, this is simply ruining the wine!

"Shut up!" Wen Xiang couldn't help it, and rushed over to grab the wine jar.

Lin San was defenseless, he was raising his head to drink, drinking and drinking, but his hand was empty.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Xiang holding the wine jar with a distressed face: "Sin, sin, how can you drink like this?" ”

"Look at your stinginess." Lin San sneered: "That's it, this wine will be given to you by my brother, and I still have it here." But you're right, now is not the time to drink, let's drink slowly at night - Tang Si, let me ask you a question, you say, what do the girls' family like? ”

When he asked this, he blushed unconsciously. So he raised his hand and touched his head, "I thought, you've seen the most girls, what's that...... Just ask. ”

Wen Xiang: "......"

Feelings: He is going to pull her to be an emotional consultant! No wonder such a good wine can be given away.

It's a pity that she is not Tang Shaozong, so naturally she doesn't know how Tang Shaozong pleases the girl's family.

However, I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs walking.

"Of course girls like pretty things." Wen Xiang tried to think about it: "For example, flowers, jewelry, jewelry, rouge gouache or something." ”

Lin San frowned when he heard this: "But she is different from ordinary vulgar fans, don't insult her with these ordinary objects." ”

Yo hey, this Lin San simply treats the other party as a fairy, and even ordinary objects are an insult to her? She is also a girl, she likes these ordinary objects, why doesn't anyone insult and insult her?

She was not at all afraid of being insulted like this.

"Dude, this is a gift for the girl, in fact, it's just one point - do what she likes." Wen Xiang looked like a love mentor, and Dun Dun taught: "Whatever the girl likes, you can give it away, it's as simple as that." ”

Lin San looked at him with a frown.

"For example, if someone likes flowers, then you send flowers, a bouquet a day, every day, every month, every year, and you are afraid that you will not be able to impress her heart? But if this girl is allergic to flowers and can't smell the fragrance of flowers at all, you still send them every day, isn't this a deliberate attempt to find fault? Wen Xiang looked at him as if he understood or not, and then said: "It's like a girl who treats money like dung, and you just give her a bunch of gold and silver treasures, which is not a flattery, but an insult." So buddy, giving gifts is also a science, so let's learn it well. ”