In the dream, the flowers are blooming.

Rong Ji stood by the fairy spring halfway up the mountain, naked and naked, showing a strong texture. He held out his hand to me, a heartwarming smile on his cold face.

However, as I ran towards him, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the hazy mist of the fairy spring.

In the dream, tenderness is restrictive.

He and I lay on the endless sea of irises, the breeze blowing on our faces, and we were at ease. The clouds on the canopy swayed happily as we went up and down.

Our first time was so sweet.

Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, I have been taken back to the bottom of the East China Sea, and the couch is cold.

I got up and looked at the side of the couch in amazement, and my heart was empty.

The frost lifted the beaded curtain, and the plain clothes stung my eyes.

"Saint, are you feeling better?" she tucked the quilt for me, and looked at me worriedly.

She put her hand on my forehead and was shocked, "Why is it so cold?"

I shook my head, got out of the bed, changed into a red wedding dress, and walked out of the East China Sea. On the beachfront, a night away from a sitting.

When the east was white and the red sun was rising, the gloom in my heart finally dissipated.

Today's sunshine is really warm! like a hug of tolerance, enough to melt the dead silence on my face.

I lay on the beach, letting the sun cover me. The tide hit me several times, wetting the golden sand beneath me, and I couldn't tell whether it was tears or seawater, salty and astringent.

"Ge'er, why are you lying here?"

Rong Ji's voice suddenly came from the sea.

I propped my elbows and watched as I was dressed in white, with an ethereal look of jealousy coming towards me.

"Tolerance!" I scrambled to my feet and sped towards him in the shallow water.

He stood on the surface of the sea, opened his arms, and took me into his arms.

"Tolerance, tolerance......" I held him in my arms and hugged him firmly with all my strength, for fear that he would become smoke and disappear without a trace like in a dream.

Rong Ji put his hand on my lower back, and his voice was hoarse, "It's okay." ”

His amber eyes sparkled in the sun, but I couldn't see half of the pampering in his eyes, only boundless affection.

I let go of him, and my joy turned to endless loss.

"Northern Liyue, don't pretend. I said indifferently, turning around with tears streaming down my face.

When Rong Ji and Drunken Qing went up in ashes, I didn't shed tears.

But this feeling of gaining and losing completely broke me emotionally.

He stood behind me, watching my shoulders twitch constantly, and finally stepped forward and hugged my shoulders, "Ge'er, why can't you even recognize me?"

"The breath on Rong Ji's body has lingered on the tip of my nose for more than two hundred years, how can I not tell it? Because of the height difference, when he holds me, his hands always habitually rest an inch above my waist, instead of directly hugging my waist. ”

Bei Liyue didn't let go of her hand, and after a moment of silence, she slowly spoke, "And girl, the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is good at transforming into human form. If you don't dislike it, I am willing to stand by your highness's face and always guard you. ”

With some strength, I broke free of his embrace, turned around and tore off his mask, "No need. No one can replace him. ”

"Little Song!" Ink Dust rode a vulture, swooping down from where the water and the sky meet.

He fished me out of the water and placed me on top of the vulture, "I'll take you away!"

I subconsciously wanted to refuse, and I didn't like that I was too close to other men. I'm so close to the ink dust now, and Rong Ji will be furious if he knows it.

Turning over and jumping off the back of a vulture, I thought it would land on the sea that was warm in the sun. Before I could do it, the warm sunlight suddenly converged into a golden ribbon and lifted me smoothly on the back of the vulture.

I looked up suspiciously, looking at the soft red sun, and suddenly I had the illusion that Rong Ji was smiling at me in the red sun.

Knowing that I didn't like him to touch him, Mo Zhanchen separated himself from me for some distance, lowered his voice and said, "Xiaoge, the sun is dazzling, and you will be dazzled after watching it for a long time." ”

"Is there a way to get to the heliocentric?" I asked.

Mo Zhanchen shook his head, "From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been to the heliocentric. Not to mention the heliocentric, even the temperature of the solar halo can melt people into blood water. ”

I closed my eyes and held back the tears that were about to erupt from my eyes.

If I don't have it, I can only be strong.

By the time the ink dust sent me back to the East Coast, it was late at night. In the cold moonlight, I painted a portrait of Rong Ji on the seashore. It's also ridiculous to say that I told Northern Liyue that tolerance is irreplaceable, and at the same time I used the wolf king's pen to draw dozens of tolerances in one go.

They surrounded me, some of them scratched their heads in front of me, some of them shouted in front of me, and some played the flute in front of me, but my heart was still empty, like a bottomless pit of dissatisfaction.

The sea breeze blew, mixed with salty moisture, and in a blink of an eye, it destroyed all the taboo I had worked so hard to draw all night.

I collapsed on the beach in frustration and lay down for three months, not wanting to get up from anyone's call.

It's been eight months since the blink of an eye, and as long as he's awake, he'll talk to me non-stop.

"Mother, you've been lying down for three months, and grass is going to grow on your body!"

I lazily touched my stomach and rolled over, the sun caressing my cheeks and pushing my body as if urging me to get up. I stretched and sat up, only to find that my stomach was too heavy to speak.

I staggered to my feet, and Ink Dust and Northern Liyue immediately stepped forward and supported me diligently.

Looking at their shiny black cheeks, which had been exposed to the sun for three months, I laughed and said, "At first glance, it's scary!"

Ink stained dust used to look rough and masculine, and there was nothing wrong with being black.

But Northern Liyue is a bit miserable. His face changed from white as jade to black as black, and I really wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for those very characteristic light blue eyes.

Although Mo Zhanchen is a reckless man with five big and three thick, he always likes to blush when talking to women. He was teased by me like this, and a trace of blush appeared on his dark face, as if he had been rubbed with rouge, weird and funny.

Bei Liyue stared thoughtfully at the sun above her head, "The sun is very fond of you, it has been exposed to the sun for three months, and the girl is still white and shiny. ”

I didn't believe what Bei Liyue said, so I took out the Kunlun mirror and looked at myself in the mirror. Unexpectedly, my complexion is the same as it was three months ago.

Mo Zhanchen stepped forward to look at his dark self, and muttered, "How can this day be as dark as Rong Ji!

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had lost his words, and covered his mouth in an attempt to divert the topic, "Since the rainstorm three months ago, there has been no rain in the mortal world. Xiaoge, there were people wailing bitterly in your holy women's temple day and night, do you want to go and see it?"

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Tweet: "The Hundred Owl Drug King Explodes the Wealth Fan Wife" by Hua Qingyuan

He, Yan Shengguo, is a scholar of the palace and a scholar of the palace, and a knowledgeable literati and ink writer in the eyes of everyone.

He, Yan Shengguo, is the best at refining poison, and the hundred poison kings who kill people without blinking.

No matter what kind of identity they are, they all have a common owner: Bei Yaoyi

She, a money fan from the 21st century, because of a lottery ticket, she played a crossing, and by mistake, she disguised herself as a man and became a personal guard with a knife for a delicate man with a black belly.

[Don't save when you see]

"Oh Karma, what's going on"?

"My lord, can you save me, I'll hand over all this month's money......" Luo Xiaomaru stuck motionless in the cow pit, looking at her master pitifully.

A man's face softened slightly: "If it is a righteous and awe-inspiring person, I will definitely save you at this time." ”

"Uh-huh! I know that you are a righteous and awe-inspiring man, and you draw a sword to help when you see injustice!"

"It's a pity I'm not, farewell. He turned away with a look of disgust.

"Bei Yaoqi, you can't see the and not save it! I can't hand over all the two months' worth of Yulu!" Luo Xiaomaru jumped to his feet in a hurry, "Two months!

[See the money and open your eyes]

"Be my woman, marry me. ”

"No way! stop dreaming. "A certain woman is righteously refusing, what kind of joke is she not masochistic.

"My people, my money are all you," Bei Yaozhen raised his eyebrows.

"When will you get married?"

At that time, Luo Xiaomaru's whole person had already jumped on Bei Yaoyu's body and hung it.