The spiritual power wind blew suddenly, rolled over the red bricks and green tiles, and rolled up an intoxicating red.

The people subconsciously turned their heads and closed their eyes one after another.

Auntie, what kind of spirit master can't think of doing such a stupid thing in this kind of memorabilia, I'm afraid that I won't live too long and want to have some fun.

When they opened their eyes, they suddenly found that the sedan curtain had been lifted at some point, and the girl was sitting in the sedan chair, covering her face with her head covered, which made people reverie.

Her hand lifted slightly, carrying a trace of spiritual power.

At this glance, it seems that she deliberately manipulated the movement of the wind.

But this is her wedding, what does she want?

Lifting the sedan curtain, Ye Qinzhu slowly got up and walked out of the sedan chair.

Not far away, there was the gilded plaque of King Zhao's mansion, and Ye Qinzhu got down from the sedan chair in advance, causing a commotion.

It seemed that in order to cooperate with her, soon, an even bigger commotion rang out.

His Royal Highness King Zhao actually ignored Ye Qinzhu's rebellious behavior and walked out of the mansion to greet him.

He held the scale rod in his hand, wore a big red robe, and walked towards Ye Qinzhu head-on.

......

"You are only allowed to wear a red robe, and I am not allowed to wear a purple robe?" Yang Qingjue looked Ye Qinzhu up and down, gradually overlapping her with the scholar she saw in the Beast Ridge last time.

Hearing the old thing again, Ye Qinzhu subconsciously rolled his eyes.

Raise your hand and comb your dried hair into a simple bun, take out a square handkerchief, and wrap the jet-black strands in it.

"Speaking of red robes. She squinted at the jade-like carved face, hooked her lips and smirked, "I really want to see this otherworldly Jue Gongzi wearing a big red robe, like Murong Xiuyi's bewitching appearance." ”

......

The weighing rod in Yang Qingjue's hand stretched out to Ye Qinzhu, and with a slight pick, the girl's stunning face was displayed under the gaze of thousands of people.

"I think you'll love the finish. He laughs.

Ye Qinzhu can't be closed.

In that case, he simply didn't want to lock her up.

Lifting the hijab in the cave room means that the woman can no longer show her head in front of the people, and Yang Qingjue's move is tantamount to showing it to the whole world.

His lady will never be imprisoned in the inner house of the Quartet.

And this point was naturally agreed by Ye Qinzhu and Yang Qingjue in advance.

Ye Qinzhu lifted his hijab, walked towards Yang Qingjue in a stunning red dress, and put his hand on his palm.

There was a quiet smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and the corners of her lips were filled with joy.

......

The jade pendant connected the spiritual power of the two, and the girl with red cheeks pointed at Yang Qingjue menacingly, snorted from her nose, and leaned on the wine jar and fell asleep.

Yang Qingjue held on to the empty wine jar that was about to fall, and his fingers slipped to Ye Qinzhu's shoulder.

After testing the weight, he stopped his waist and held Ye Qinzhu in his arms.

The girl who was asleep didn't feel anything wrong at all, but comfortably put it in Yang Qingjue's arms and rubbed it.

With even breathing, the girl fell into the dream of spiritual power weaving.

Yang Qingjue walked steadily towards her house, looking down at her sleeping face.

I admit it, you're not drunk in a thousand cups.

......

Ye Qinzhu lifted the sleeves of his red coat, pulled out the inner sleeves, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his hand to Yang Qingjue's face.

What is this new ghost hunting method ......?

The soft fabric touched the corners of Yang Qingjue's mouth, Ye Qinzhu's face was full of seriousness, and he seriously wiped off the blood stains on the corners of Yang Qingjue's mouth.

The smile on the little girl's face bloomed like a flower, her big apricot eyes narrowed, she took a few steps back, looked at the young man who had been wiped off the bloodstain with satisfaction, and clapped her hands happily.

Flowers and moons.

......

"What do you think of me......" he asked.

"Very good!" replied neatly, "good-looking, good-looking, well-...... It's still a big family!"

Ye Qinzhu seemed to hear Yang Qingjue's silent laughter at this moment, and the young man's pale palm touched the girl's fleshy face and pinched it hard.

"Wait for you, if it's still like this. As long as I'm alive then, you'll have no worries for the rest of your life. ”

......

"Nope. Ye Qinzhu shook his head instead, and manually straightened Yang Qingjue's face.

Holding his face with one hand and carrying a trace of spiritual power with the other, the girl simply stared at Yang Qingjue and replied word by word.

"Because I'm not going to let you die, I'm here. ”

Clenching the Turtle Breath Pill obtained from Xishuanglin in his hand, Ye Qinzhu suddenly reached out, covered Yang Qingjue's lips with his hand, and took the opportunity to stuff the round pill into Yang Qingjue's mouth.

At the same time, he touched the ground on his toes, put all the weight of his body on his upper body, and pressed Yang Qingjue down and fell down.

Yang Qingjue only felt that a pill melted in his mouth, and with the back of his head being caught by Ye Qinzhu, it smashed on the ground only one palm apart, Ye Qinzhu knelt on Yang Qingjue's body, and slowly let go of his tightly covered little fleshy hand.

"You are the cause of my current life. I have met you because of you.

The decisions I make now do not allow you to complain, and do not allow you to hold grudges.

Yang Qingjue, I want you to live......"

She straightened up, her head still down. Ye Qinzhu maintained this slightly indecent posture and looked at Yang Qingjue.

"Even if you are a wasted person, even if you can't use spiritual power in this life, I want you to live, don't try to use this reason to escape. ”

......

In just a moment, Yang Qingjue seemed to have spent his life watching Ye Qinzhu.

He watched her walk like a walking corpse across the field, meeting the influx of enemy troops, curling her long sword with her sword.

He watched her walk into the Northlands, alone in the face of thousands of troops, killing in the dark.

He watched her leave the fallen city and walk into the forest, sitting on the cliff, looking at the devastated mountains and rivers.

He watched her heart die, the green silk turned white, and finally died.

Even though she was full of white hair, Ye Qinzhu was only seventeen years old when she died.

Yang Qingjue wanted to touch the quiet girl in the stone cave, but his hand was about to touch the cold skin, so he passed through.

That Ye Qinzhu was still open, sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, a pair of emotionless eyes gradually dissipated, and finally lost focus.

The chest, which was the only sign of life, also stopped rising and falling.

......

Yang Qingjue clenched the small hand in his palm, and didn't dare to let go for a moment.

That's his bamboo, his.

From a long, long time ago, in Kuli Street, in Beast Ridge, in Moqin, she should have been his.

......

"But since you have honored me as God, I have sent down an oracle. As the girl spoke, a piece of talisman paper appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She folded a few folds, used paper as a pen, and slowly clicked on the judgment.

"Half a life of bad fate, deep love does not change, longevity than Nanshan. ”

"The so-called fate can be a bad fate, and it can be a marriage. She spread out the talisman paper, and there was a big "healing" written on it.

"I promise you a better life than Nanshan, and naturally I know that you are constantly in love. ”

......

My fate with you is that we will meet.