Three days later, in the afternoon, she walked out of the bedroom, dressed in white.

After looking around the Ning Xi Palace, she sat down in front of her piano, and began to pluck the piano without thinking about it.

Rong Zhiwei pursed her lips, her right hand was clenched tightly into a fist, and then slowly released, and when she took a deep breath and was about to try to play again, a red figure sat down beside her, stretched out her bony, white and slender hand, and finished the rest of the song for her.

She was stunned, and slowly looked up at him beside her.

Raise your eyes are those clear eyes.

He slowly approached her, leaned over to her, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

My heart throbbed.

Just touched, and he left again.

The throbbing heart is an indescribable sense of loss in an instant.

Sheng Changan looked at her eyes: "Shizun is not without a little feeling, right?" ”

She was silent.

"I was raised by my master, since you carried me into this Ningxi Mountain, after stepping into this Ningxi Palace, I am yours, and now, even my heart belongs to you."

He bowed his head slightly, touched her forehead with his own forehead, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he said softly: "You know everything about me, and I want to, know everything about you." ”

Rao is the tip of the iceberg, at this moment, I am afraid that he will be warmed into water by his tenderness, let alone her.

Rong Zhiwei was a little at a loss, and a slight panic appeared in her eyes: "Let's not mention our master-apprentice relationship for the time being, just in terms of age, I am nearly a hundred years older than you..."

Because of the reason for entering the Dao and cultivating immortals, these immortal sects have absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and many of them have reached the realm of Bigu, and the ancestors and elders of the immortal family are all hundreds of years old.

Although he looks like an ordinary person in his twenties, he even looks better.

But the oldest one in the fairy world is already more than 300 years old, and he is only showing his old age.

And after Rong Zhiwei cultivated herself into a self-reliant portal, she was lonely for nearly a hundred years in the Ningxi Hall on this Ningxi Mountain, until she brought Sheng Chang'an back to the sect.

I obviously raised Sheng Changan as a disciple, but why has it become this relationship now.

"So what's the matter, as long as it's you, I don't care at all."

He looked into her eyes, solemn.

"You have been lonely for nearly a hundred years, and I will warm you after that."

"Let's get married."

Rong Zhiwei was stunned, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and suddenly, she seemed to fall into his clear eyes.

"Okay."

She seemed to be bewitched, and replied softly.

Just one word was enough to make Sheng Changan tremble with excitement, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes were shining.

He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly into his arms, buried his head in her neck, sniffing the cold fragrance of her body, and from then on, she was his master, his master, and his lover.

He belonged to her from head to toe, and so did she.

"Thank you for being a part of my life."

Rong Zhiwei hugged him with her backhand, leaned on his shoulder with her eyes closed, and said.

He will be his own light, this is the warmth in the hall of condensation, and he is the only existence in this world.

A wavering heart finally found a harbor.

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At night, the two went back to their bedrooms, Rong Zhiwei was finally able to sleep peacefully because of the end of her heart, but Sheng Changan couldn't sleep because of the excitement of her wish.

In the middle of the night, she was already asleep, but he couldn't sleep over and over, and his eyes were full of his own teacher.

Finally, when he counted the seven hundred and forty-nine masters, Sheng Changan pulled the hairband, got up and slipped into Rong Zhiwei's bedroom.

The slightest moonlight from the window could still see the people who had fallen asleep on the bed, Sheng Changan lay down beside her lightly, smelling the unique cold fragrance on her body, and gradually became tired.

Early in the morning, he still woke up earlier than her, and with the idea and intention of wanting to be close to his own master, Sheng Changan reached out and took her who was sleeping quietly into his arms.

Rong Zhiwei was naturally woken up by this action, knowing that there were only her and him in this Ning Xi Palace, so she didn't open her eyes, and after he took herself into her arms, she also took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around his waist.

whispered, "I'm sleepy..."

Sheng Changan, who was instantly satisfied, rubbed his chin on the top of her hair and said with a smile: "Well, continue to sleep." ”

He slept with her for a while, and when she woke up, Sheng Changan opened his eyes and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"Huh?"

Rong Zhiwei rubbed her sleepy eyes, with a lazy confusion in her eyes, puzzled.

"I want to give you a kiss every morning."

She looked up, took the initiative to put her lips together, and imprinted a kiss on his lips: "Okay." ”

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On the third day, it happened to be a rainy day.

Sheng Chang'an, who was dressed in red, prepared an oil-paper umbrella and stood at the door of Ningxi Palace: "Let's go out for a walk, it's rare to rain on Ningxi Mountain, don't you love this rainy day the most?" ”

Rong Zhiwei, who was dressed in white, bowed her head: "Okay." ”

She walked up to him and stopped, Sheng Changan carefully put on the white yarn in her hand: "Although all the people in this Ning Xi Sect are women except me, I don't want others to stare at you like idiots." ”

Rong Zhiwei added a smile in her eyes: "So, you also stared at me like this?" ”

He snorted softly, took the oil-paper umbrella on the side, stretched it out, stepped out on his long legs, and stood at the door waiting for her.

After she stood on his left side, she left the Ning Xi Hall and walked towards the middle of the sect.

In addition to being responsible for the appearance of the whole immortal realm, the Ning Xi faction is also very elegant because the sect is all women.

Your Excellency Ningyue Ningyue Lake, Yingxue Pavilion in front of Yingxue Bridge.

It was a rainy day, the two of them walked in the rain with an umbrella, Sheng Changan would always sneak out of the Ningxi Palace to play when he was a child, and knew the scenery on Ningxi Mountain well, so much more than Rong Zhiwei, the head of the Ningxi faction.

Although she has been on this Ningxi Mountain for nearly a hundred years, she has not visited this Ningxi Mountain in the past hundred years.

He told her all the way about the four seasons in the Ningxi Mountain, which were different.

Despite the sound of rain, he gave himself endless warmth.

When he stepped on the Snow Bridge, he saw a third elder dressed in blue and holding a blue oil-paper umbrella walking from the other side, and the two people he met stopped.

"Master." The Third Elder called with a smile.

"Uncle Shi is good." Sheng Changan greeted politely.

Rong Zhiwei gently bowed her head and signaled, and the three elders looked Rong Zhiwei up and down, and said with a smile: "It's rare to see the head of the house leave the Ning Xi Palace, this Ning Xi Mountain is so beautiful, you have to go more shopping." ”

"Yes." She answered.

"Sure enough, it's different after accepting an apprentice, and now it's much better than before," she then looked at Rong Zhiwei beside him in red, "Are you afraid that if it's too cold, it will scare your own apprentices." ”