During the days when Mo Ninglong was conducting trials.

In order to wait for Mo Ninglong's return, Qu Yanzhi and the others had no choice but to temporarily settle in the temple.

Fortunately, the temple did not restrict their freedom, and they could go shopping when they had nothing to do.

on the streets.

Qu Yanzhi wandered alone.

Sitting on a bench by a fountain, she quietly looked at the ring on her ring finger.

The scene of Mo Ninglong picking up the star casting ring for her with one hand was like the next day.

"I didn't expect that the first thing I was thinking about was not my parents, but you bastard." Muttering in a low voice, Qu Yan put down his left hand and jumped up from the bench.

That's when it happened.

A little girl who didn't know what race she was running over with a basket of hats.

Mankind?

Qu Yanzhi unexpectedly found that the little girl in front of him turned out to be a human being.

Immediately touched the other party's head cordially and said, "Little girl, are you selling hats?" ”

The little girl nodded timidly, and chose the most delicate hat from the basket as if she had carefully chosen.

handed the hat to Qu Yanzhi's eyes, and asked timidly, "Does the big sister buy a hat?" ”

Qu Yan looked at the green hat and smiled, but after she saw the whip marks on the other party's hand, her smile froze.

The whip marks were clearly just formed.

"Who hit you?" Qu Yan asked softly with the anger in his heart.

The girl shook her head violently and took a few steps back in a panic: "No one hit me, I fell." ”

After covering the scar with her clothes again, the girl bowed: "Sorry to bother." ”

I didn't expect to encounter such a thing in this so-called Pure Land of Peace!

In any case, Qu Yanzhi is to take a tube!

Don't forget!

Doing things and being troubled is what people with luck are good at.

Qu Yanzhi grabbed the girl, took the green hat, and put it on his head.

After gently rubbing the little girl's head, she smiled slightly: "These hats of yours are very good, I want them all, why don't you take me to the person you found to give you hats, and I will buy more." ”

"Really?"

What does the naïve girl know, and immediately led the way for Qu Yanzhi.

…… Mo Ninglong's trial......

It's getting dusk.

The temperature around us gradually decreases as the sun sets in the west.

Mo Ninglong, who was sitting sideways and reading a book by candlelight in front of the bed, raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the window.

It's time to leave for Mufu

Mu Mansion is the mansion where her fiancée is.

And her fiancée's name is Mu Yunling.

Gently close the book in your hand and place it on a nearby shelf.

Mo Ninglong got up and tidied up the clothes that were wrinkled because of the friction with the bed.

Come to the bronze mirror.

Mo Ninglong looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and was slightly dissatisfied in his heart.

It's not okay to go out like this, you have to change it!

Thinking of this, Mo Ninglong pulled out the hosta on his head.

The hosta was pulled out of her hair and lost its restraints, and with the slight shaking of her head, a green silk poured down.

Mo Ninglong re-tied her hair in a bun and tied it with a black ribbon at will.

By this point, it was completely dark.

Mo Ninglong looked at himself who was a little more heroic in the bronze mirror, and sighed helplessly.

In the bronze mirror, he looks like a man, but he looks like a Xibei who dresses up as a man and roams the rivers and lakes.

The whole face is placed here, and no matter how much you decorate it, you can't hide this feminine line.

That's it!

Mo Ninglong picked up the folding fan that was placed aside, and floated out of the window quickly like a ghost.

Mu Mansion.

This is the time when the meal is finished.

A woman with a sad face walks alone on a quiet backyard path.

Walked for a while.

Snow soaked the hem of her skirt.

The woman tightened her clothes, half-drooped her eyes, and looked at a flower in front of her.

Chrysanthemums that are whiter than snow.

Chrysanthemums, which were supposed to bloom in late autumn, appeared in this cold winter.

In the cold wind, the few remaining flowers of this chrysanthemum are falling one by one.

The woman was touched by this scene and stretched out her hands to block the cold wind for her.

Hands grew cold.

She whispered in her mouth: "Yue, I'm sorry, I'm going to get married." ”

Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the ground, sealed in frost.

In her eyes, this chrysanthemum rooted in the courtyard and unable to leave is just like herself.

Locked in this deep boudoir, no one cares about it, but it is set to bloom in full season.

Violating this rule, she will be greeted with the same fate as this flower.

Piece by piece withered and became a dead branch.

Her whisper happened to be heard by Mo Ninglong, who was standing on the eaves.

Obviously, the woman in front of him is his fiancée.

It seems that he is also a person with his own story.

Mo Ninglong raised his head and looked at the full moon in the sky, his thin crimson lips opened lightly, and a melodious singing voice spit out.

Just like yesterday's candle flame accompanied by a flat boat, how can there be a Tang people who don't know how to be intoxicated.

I am alone in the boat, you are slender and there is obscurity on the shore, and who will accompany you when you step thousands of miles.

How can you be happy if you wear the wrong dowry, and it is not beautiful to put on another layer of rouge.

A firecracker that abruptly stopped in front of the court, and the delusion was invalid with your Huafa heart

……

A song "Tang People" may not be suitable for him to sing, but it is sung into the psychology of women.

The woman turned her head and saw a black shadow that was out of place with the silvery white snow around her and landed in front of her.

"Who are you?"

The woman took a step back nervously, her eyes staring at Mo Ninglong vigilantly.

I?

Mo Ninglong pondered for a while, and replied in a female voice: "You can call me Linglong, I happened to see you when I passed by this mansion, and I stopped curious for a while, not intentionally eavesdropping." ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, and finally saw Mo Ninglong's appearance clearly by the moonlight.

Such a handsome woman.

This made her suddenly yearn for something.

"It's a nice song that I've never heard of before, but it doesn't seem to have been written for me, it tells another story." The woman was suddenly curious about what this story looked like, and immediately asked, "Can you tell me about it?" ”

Mo Ninglong smiled wryly, this song called "Tang People" was just an inspiration that suddenly flashed in her mind, where did it come from.

But you can't let the other party fall out of love.

Mo Ninglong racked his brains, and the weird inspiration from before reappeared.

It was the story of a girl named Qingchuan, and the eighth elder brother and the fourth elder brother of the future emperor.

It's just that Qingchuan here is not a traverser, and she doesn't know that the fourth elder brother she originally chose will be the future emperor.

It's pure love.

The priceless throne is just like a weed on the side of the road in the eyes of this love.

This Qing palace drama that has aroused the hearts of countless women on the earth has successfully made Mu Yunling in front of her unable to extricate herself from it.