"You ask Cai Ju to prepare a light and elegant shirt for me, and put it in my bed, she doesn't have to stay, and then let Xiaohao prepare a washing item for me, I have to go out after washing my face and hands and changing clothes, let's go."

After the little guy agreed, he hurriedly went to make arrangements, leaving Ling Xingyue alone slowly, letting the fluttering snowflakes fall all over her hair, and walking slowly and lightly.

Ling Xingyue didn't understand until this moment that her liking and love as a human being could be so passionate, so longing, so happy, and so painful, yet how beautiful it was that she couldn't resist it.

How boring and lonely his life was originally, before he knew Lan Keman, Ling Xingyue only occasionally inspected his territory every day in addition to cultivating, or he was left to fall asleep, and sometimes he even thought that his parents almost lost their lives in order to get this rare opportunity to cultivate adulthood, but what could he do if he became a human being.

They are hypocritical, lazy, selfish, inferior, narcissistic and complacent, but there are so many spirit races in the world, and they don't do it, they have to devote themselves to cultivation, and they work hard for half their lives to become human.

Sometimes he felt that the Lingzhu around him was the smartest, he could obviously become a human, but he took the initiative to scatter his soul, just to accompany the local land, Ling Xingyue at that time actually couldn't understand the reason.

But now, he understands that in fact, whether he becomes a human being or not, it is not the most important thing, the most important thing is whether he becomes a human being or not, it is because of the love in his heart.

For example, himself, the day Ling Xingyue saw that girl, his whole life changed because of her, maybe because of the bright and warm smile in the light and shadow, maybe because of the gauze wrapped around the wounds on his body, maybe because the girl spent countless efforts for him to make the first nest in his cat's life, and it was also his first home in the real sense.

Including Ling Xingyue, who has now become a human being, everything is closely related to that girl and cannot be separated.

It was also from that time that the feeling of wanting to hug her into his arms never left his mind for a moment, and it always stirred his heart.

Now, Ling Xingyue can finally be with her in a formal manner with Dafang Fang, everything is developing very smoothly, and when the feelings are getting stronger and stronger, the current Demon Flame thing happened again.

"Alas!"

A soft sigh was like a withered flower, slowly falling from mid-air, hidden in the snow, and the cold wind came again.

The unsolvable sorrow and a little unwillingness between Ling Xingyue's eyebrows were like a sad spring breeze, missing the flowering period.

Especially when I think of the days to come, Lan Keman took Situ's hand and spoke softly, and her delicate and lovely face couldn't help but feel a big pain in her chest.

Thinking about it, it seems that several scenes that are about to happen appear in front of me:

Homesick backyard, far away to see a sea of fiery red flowers for the lake, a flying goose pavilion in the center of the lake, a few musicians are plucking the strings, silk and bamboo sometimes whimpering, sometimes beautiful, Lan Keman is accompanying Situ, the two affectionately look at the excerpts, next to the flowers and trees, Lan Keman's smile is as fragrant as the sea of flowers......

Sijia study, scattered on the desk two or three papers, Situ hand a roll of half-unfolded bamboo slips slightly yellowed, Situ was looking intently, revealing a delicate little face, in the half-light and half-dim candlelight, not real, just at this time, I heard Lan Keman's warm and soft voice:

"Brother Situ."

……

In the dining hall of Sijia, the red candle is inlaid with lanterns, and Situ picks up the immortal drunk of the white porcelain jade bottle, and slowly pours the matching jade porcelain cup in front of him, and there is a blue lotus flower printed at the bottom of the cup.

With the slow soak of the wine, it is very elegant, and a pair of slender jade hands are stretched out next to it, and what is even more lovely is that the pair of jade hands are still holding orchid fingers:

"Brother Situ, you are not allowed to drink anymore, Man'er doesn't like men to get drunk."

Situ ignored it, gently pinched the woman's brocade sleeve with his fingers, shook off her arm without a trace, and then said elegantly:

"I'm going to drink today."

"Don't get drunk."

The woman was not angry, and grinned and said:

"Okay! Then I'll have a few drinks with you! ”

……

"Stop, didn't she say she doesn't like you to drink?"

Ling Xingyue suddenly stood still and shouted, startling the girl who passed by, even the tray in her hand was almost still underground, she looked at Ling Xingyue's face for a long time, and left quickly.

Ling Xingyue simply stopped, shook her head, and laughed at herself and muttered:

"I'm afraid I'm going crazy, what are you thinking about!"

Although he muttered like this, his feet unconsciously sped up, no longer standing in a daze, and hurriedly went to wash and change clothes.

Xiao Haozi had already prepared everything, waited for Ling Xingyue to wash and change his clothes, and personally arranged the carriage and horses, before bending down and waiting for Ling Xingyue's orders.

But Ling Xingyue refused the carriage and horse very plainly, and just said to Xiao Haozi lightly:

"Today I want to go alone, you don't have to follow, and you don't have to wait for me for lunch, but don't remove the carriage and horses for the time being, and listen to my orders at any time."

Xiao Hao hurriedly agreed.

Ling Xingyue floated lightly, and walked out of the door with a lot of thoughts, and at the same time did not forget to tell the little maid at the door to take a charcoal basin and a water woman to come over and put it in the car, just in case of emergency.

Out of the gate of the palace, Ling Xingyue let go of the many thoughts in her heart, waved her hand and told the coachman that she didn't want a carriage yet, and the order just now was only for a possible need for a while.

Ling Xingyue unconsciously walked towards the path where Lan Keman went home again, chasing the special aura of love that belonged to that girl.

When he walked under the big tree where he had rescued Lan Keman, Ling Xingyue took a few leaps and stood on the tallest branch again.

He lay down, reclining on the crook of the tree, stretched out his hand and raised his palm, looked at the veins in his palm through the sun, felt the temperature of the blue Keman palm he once held, and then put it on his chest, watching through the branches of the tree as the fine sunlight jumped in front of his eyes.

"On that day, she would rather fall off the tree, and the two fruits that she clung to were really so delicious? Or is there something else that makes her so desperate" Ling Xingyue thought silently in her heart.

Human feelings are always so delicate, and they always love to imply their emotions to all things in nature, such as the double flying butterfly, and then the double swimming mandarin duck, so that the sky blue can be hugged tightly on the "husband and wife" who would rather fall under the tree than let go.

Ling Xingyue played with her own Sixue Jade Disc in her hand, thoughtful.