The house was lit with a strong soothing incense.

Xiao Qingyang held the brocade quilt, a pair of red phoenix eyes stared at the young monk meditating by the window, the candle flame was flickering, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he knocked on the wooden fish unhurriedly.

She was steady, and gradually became sleepy.

The night is getting deeper.

The monk raised his eyes.

The girl sleeps on the couch, the green silk is like a waterfall, and the little face without powder looks particularly cold and sassy in the daytime, but in the long night, her eyelashes are mottled, and the tips of her slightly locked eyebrows are particularly pitiful.

She had a sword next to her pillow.

Come to think of it, it's very unsteady at night.

Nan Chengyi's mind flashed over the picture of seeing her for the first time.

At that time he was still a handsome teenager.

Xuanyi horsetail, riding a jade lion in the night, wearing a sword of the Gentleman of Shuanghua, carrying a wine gourd, hanging Erlang all day long through the mountains and rivers.

Three years ago in winter, he passed through a deep mountain and was robbed by local mountain bandits.

With his own strength, he carried a den of more than 100 bandits, but he himself was seriously injured and fell to death in a snowy canopy grass.

The cold wind was rising, and the snow was falling on his cheeks.

He heard a sneer.

He opened his eyes and saw the girl in red suddenly appearing in a haze.

The girl squatted in front of him with a sword, soap boots and black pants, hunting in red, and a cold face.

She tilted her head: "You killed all the bandits in this mountain?" ”

He was bleeding profusely and his mind was groggy.

He thought he was hallucinating before he died.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know where he got the strength, and suddenly took the girl into his arms.

He leaned against her ear, angry: "God is eye-opening, he must have read it for the sake of me saving countless people, so when I was dying, he sent me a great beauty." I've never hugged a girl in my life. ”

Young ranger, high-spirited.

He kissed Xiao Qingyang's cheek lightly.

Xiao Qingyang opened Danfeng's eyes, raised his hand and slapped him!

She stood up, blushed, and desperately kicked him: "Scoundrel, shameless!" ”

"Hiss......"

Nan Chengyi gasped in pain.

This beauty is even fiercer than the wildest Humvee!

He thought, gradually losing consciousness from excessive blood loss.

When I woke up again, I had changed into clean clothes and was lying in a spacious and warm carriage.

The wound was so well bandaged that he actually saved his life.

The cold wind rolled up the curtains, and he saw the girl in red riding on a horse, with a red ribbon tied in a high ponytail, and her satin-like black hair hanging down her waist, and her small waist was delicate.

He barely sat up, stared at the girl, and chuckled.

The beauty is fierce, but it saved his life in the end......

"Xiao Langjun woke up?"

A delicate female voice suddenly sounded.

Nan Chengyi looked at it, and there was a girl kneeling on the side of the couch, dressed exquisitely and richly.

She smiled and presented hot tea: "My girl hates men frivolously the most, that is, for the sake of Xiao Langjun's bloody slaughter of mountain bandits, she saved you." Don't stare at her, she'll get angry, but she'll gouge out your eyes! ”

He took the hot tea and bent his eyes: "It sounds so fierce." ”

He took a sip of hot tea, but he still couldn't help but look at Xiao Qingyang.

The mountains and rivers are white.

On the side of the mountain stream, the girl in red hunted and urged the horse to go, and the mountain wind blew her hairband, brushing her fair and cold cheeks, like a blank landscape painting.

It's really good-looking.

"Xiao Langjun," the maid smiled, stretched out her hand and shook it lightly in front of his eyes, "My girl has already been married, and it is not in line with your etiquette to stare at her like this." ”

"Promised to be married?"

Nan Chengyi was stunned.

He immediately lost his smile, retracted his gaze, and casually exclaimed: "Your tea is very fragrant." ”

"The tea is good, the water is good, and my tea making skills are also excellent. Xiao Langjun drank it, of course it was very fragrant. ”

"You're very eloquent, what's your name?"

"Xiuxiu. What is Xiao Langjun called? ”

There was heavy snow ahead, and it was not clear where the official road led.

He was born handsome, and he was eloquent, and it was easy to make the girl's family like.

He was kind to their master and servant, and wanted to add fun to the journey, so he talked and laughed with Xiuxiu, and the carriage jolted, Xiuxiu snorted softly, and crashed into his arms.

He helped her up, but heard a soft sneer from the window: "Dengzi." ”

He looked at the girl in red who was proudly parting her little face.

……

The sound of the wooden fish.

The emperor on the couch locked her eyebrows in her sleep, muttered something, and kicked the brocade quilt restlessly, and rolled up her silk pants, revealing her white and slender ankles, and the tent was glowing with attractive color.

The house was filled with sweet and lush incense, and the charcoal fire was burning vigorously.

He lowered his head and stared wordlessly at the faded red lacquered wooden fish in his hand.

Inexplicably, upset and irritable.

Wax tears piled up in the golden tray held by the crane's beak.

On the couch, even if he smelled the soothing incense, Xiao Qingyang slept very unsteadily.

A fine cold sweat broke out from the crow's sideburns, and the tips of her delicate eyebrows were tightly locked.

In the dream, the sound of the wooden fish that made her steady gradually faded away.

The meditation room was silent, and the darkness around it was thick and deep, as if it could drip ink.

The sound of rustling sounded in the corner, as if something was crawling from the darkness.

Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes.

A magnified human face is reflected in the pupils.

Her beautiful face was half-eaten like a rotting wild fruit, and she stood at the head of her bed, cloaked in blood, and gradually curled the corners of her mouth at her, and let out a wry grin.

She was proud: "Your Highness, I have caught you......"

The white bone Sensen's hand suddenly pinched Xiao Qingyang's neck.

Xiao Qingyang wanted to reach out and touch the sword, but he couldn't touch it.

She gradually suffocated—

"Xiao Qingyang!"

Beyond the chaos, voices were heard.

Someone was calling her.

Xiao Qingyang was sweating profusely and suddenly opened his eyes.

She gasped, Danfeng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, and she looked at Nan Chengyi helplessly.

Nan Chengyi was holding her hand.

When he was holding the wooden fish in a trance, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed in his dream, and pinched her neck like crazy, and he stepped forward to save him.

His face turned pale: "You pinched your own neck, are you crazy?" ”

Xiao Qingyang's sideburns were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his pale cheeks.

She threw herself into Nan Chengyi's arms: "Brother Nan...... I'm scared! ”

She described the dream again: "...... When we found Xiuxiu, half of her face was eaten by the refugees, and the female ghost in the dream was her! But I didn't hurt her, brother of the Nan family, she grew up with me since childhood, and I regarded her as a sister. After she died, I even took her ashes back to Chang'an for burial, where am I sorry for her?! ”

The girl is thin.

In the cold winter night, there is a fear that I have never felt before.

No, this fear of death had been experienced once before.

Nan Chengyi's face was shrouded in the shadow of Luo Tent.

He let the girl hold him and weep until she grew out of strength.

On the girl's body, there is a faint fragrance of tulip flowers.

He sniffed deeply and said softly, "Don't think too much. Let's sleep, it's still early in the morning. ”

Xiao Qingyang's face was full of tears.

As soon as she falls asleep, the female ghost will come to her dreams.

She was afraid to fall asleep......

With tears in her eyes, she clutched the corners of Nan Chengyi's sleeves tightly, and lay back on the quilt uneasily.