"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"If you're not happy, say it. ”

Watching Ziyu eat a glass of wine, the melancholy and sad look made Zhige at a loss. He didn't know why she was so abnormal, he could only try to dissuade her, the more he drank this wine, the more sad he became.

"Auntie, don't drink it!"

Zhi Ge circled around Ziyu, trying to snatch the wine cup from her several times, but all of them ended in failure.

"You don't care about me!" With the smell of wine, Ziyu pushed away Zhige, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it all.

Zhi Ge was helpless, and vigorously snatched the wine jug from her hand, "Do you want to drink, I'll accompany you!"

Ziyu laughed, tears sliding from the corners of her crooked eyes. She could no longer suppress the sadness in her heart, leaning on Zhige's shoulder and crying. With such sorrow and heartache, her hope has been extinguished by herself.

I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or something, Zhi Ge blushed, he patted Ziyu on the shoulder, and said a little vaguely, "...... Auntie, you, don't cry...... Don't cry......"

"You're drunk. Ziyu knocked on Zhige's head, tears on her face, and she was already crying so much that she had no strength. She tried to her mouth, but now she realized that even laughing had become difficult. Ziyu stood up and brushed the fallen flowers off her skirt casually.

Ziyu took out a paper crane from his sleeve and blew lightly on it, "Go find Xia Wanren." Then he turned back and patted Zhi Ge's face, "You stay here, I'll call your Wanren Senior Sister to come to you." The amount of alcohol is so bad, don't drink freely in the future. ”

The white skirt swirled lightly, and Ziyu had returned to the Hall of Eternal Life. The fragrance of pear blossoms in the air is faint, and it hits Ziyu's nose. The corners of Ziyu's lips hooked up a smile, it was a self-deprecating laugh. She stumbled to the boulder under the pear blossom tree and sat down, her steps a little vain.

Cup of pear blossoms stuffed belly, sad eyebrows, difficult to roll up the west worries.

"Why are you here?"

Ji Ziyang didn't know when he was standing behind Ziyu, and the moonlight shone on him with a faint blue light. In the night, his white clothes fluttered in the wind, fresh and far away.

"Drinking hurts. ”

Ji Ziyang stepped forward quietly, and the unique smell on his body surrounded Ziyu's body. His voice was as gentle as water, and it was clear that the ocean was like a babbling stream. Ziyu laughed at himself, even now he is still addicted to it, and he can't extricate himself.

Ziyu smiled bitterly, and drank the glass of wine in his hand again, "This wine is not intoxicating." ”

Ji Ziyang asked, "But have you been wronged?"

"Brother, do you hate Ziyu?" The empty wine cup swirled in Ziyu's hand, like her empty eyes.

Ji Ziyang raised his hand to pin her broken hair behind her ear, half helpless, half spoiled, "You are my sister." Why do you hate it. ”

yes, I'm just your sister. Ziyu smiled and poured himself another cup, "Brother, don't you have anything to tell me?"

Ji Ziyang's fingertips suddenly cooled, obviously she could be happy for a while longer. There was finally a rise and fall in his calm eyes. Yes, the head of Kunlun, this person who stands at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, and who presides over justice in the world, actually has a trace of guilt!

He thought for a long time, and finally slowly spoke, "You are now at the age of marriage, and your brother has made the decision for you." The wedding will take place on the fifteenth of the following month. ”

Rao was mentally prepared, but when these words came out of Ji Ziyang's mouth, Ziyu's heart still twitched violently.

"Brother has ever remembered that Ziyu once said that the husband who will marry in the future is the best man in the world. ”

"Yes. Ji Ziyang unconsciously approached Ziyu, so she was so thin and thin at night. He felt sorry for her, but he still said, "He is a descendant of the Xuanyuan God Clan, and his name is Xuanyuan Baihua." He is a humble son, pure and steady, and kind-hearted. He will be kind to you for the rest of your life. ”

The descendants of the Protoss can open the door to hatred. And the existence of the Six Realms from the Demon God in the Heaven is really extremely majestic. It's just that you don't know that the best of the Six Realms is you.

Ziyu raised his glass, "Brother, Ziyu is happy." Why don't you have a drink with me?" the corners of her eyebrows raised slightly, obviously numb to pain, but for some reason, she smiled extraordinarily brightly.

Ji Ziyang was slightly stunned, and took the wine cup from Ziyu's hand, a little distracted.

Since Ziyu can remember, he has never touched the slightest bit of alcohol. Ziyu looked at Ji Ziyang, her eyes were slightly red, but she still had a smile, "I know that my brother rarely drinks, but this is Ziyu's great joy, and I hope my brother will have a drink and celebrate together." ”

Looking at Ziyu's joy, Ji Ziyang couldn't say what he felt in his heart. He should be happy, Ziyu didn't blame him for making decisions without permission, she was very satisfied with the husband he chose for her. However, why is there some inexplicable disappointment?

After thinking for a while, Ji Ziyang finally nodded, "Okay." Then he drank it all.

The pear blossom quietly blooms at night, and it floats in the air like a fluttering butterfly.

Pear blossom moon, pear blossom rain, pear blossom stuffing. Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, it is such a hazy and blurred night, will leave a song of inflection.

On the hall of eternal life, the light yarn rises with the wind. There are two such people, one in a white shirt and the other in a white skirt reaching the ground, hugging each other.

Ji Ziyang leaned on her, his steps were light, and he was drunk. He was half a head taller than Ziyu, Ziyu's small body was encircled by him, and the long-lost warmth hit her whole body.

After a few tosses, Ziyu placed Ji Ziyang on the bed. He lay quietly with his eyes half-closed. Even when he's drunk, he's still good-looking.

Ziyu stopped beside the bed and looked at him seriously. He still seems to have his temperature. She leaned down in a daze, perhaps emboldened by wine, and her hand caressed his brow, brushed his thin lips, and swept over his shoulder. He frowned slightly, and unintentionally raised his hand to hold her jade wrist firmly in his hand.

Ziyu was shocked and broke free with all his might, but was grabbed by him even harder. She stumbled and landed firmly in his arms.

"Brother, brother......"

He rolled over and pressed against her.

Ziyu blushed with shame and was hot. She wanted to push Ji Ziyang away, the only reason she had to support her.

It's just that, how could she be able to resist this Kunlun Immortal Venerable? Even if she cultivated Feitian and had few opponents in the Six Realms, even if Ji Ziyang was drunk, she couldn't compare to his profound skills.

She was held in his arms, unable to move.

"Brother......

He had covered her lips. His lips were as cold as his own, but they were impossible to refuse. This kiss is delicate and long, with a faint aroma of wine, with lingering pear blossoms.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were still dark, but they had lost their usual clarity.

He kissed her lips, kissed her jade neck, and muttered indistinctly, "Ziyu ......"

Brother, are you calling me by name?

Even if it was vague, Ke Ziyu was still happy. You have me in your heart, right? Ziyu put his hand on his broad shoulders, and the last shred of reason finally collapsed.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

The pear blossoms rippled in the moonlight, and the transparent dew drops lay quietly on the leaves. The wind is blowing, and the desire to fall is not falling. The cold hall of eternal life was full of heating, and it actually had some ambiguous taste.

There was a crane chirp outside the sky, Ziyu Yuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, and there was still a flush on her face. Dizzy, she shook her head, still a little blurry. As soon as I turned my head, I suddenly woke up. She sat up with a swish, the veil slipping off, a perfect body, not a thing. When he turned around again, Ji Ziyang was still asleep, lying quietly beside Ziyu.

She opened her mouth wide, Ji Ziyu, what did you do!

Is it really drunk?

No, she can't pour a thousand cups, just a few cups of pear blossom brew, how can she get drunk? I'm afraid that she is intoxicated. But the elder brother ...... She finally understood why her brother never drank alcohol.

"I'm sorry, brother. Ziyu covered her mouth and sobbed silently, brother and sister are in love, how can I ruin your reputation in your life? She cried very quietly, for fear of waking him up beside her. She looked at him, and he slept soundly.

She woke up suddenly, no, I can't ruin you. How could I ruin you?" she dressed, and raised her hand tremblingly to cast a disastrous spell to let him continue to sleep, and she wanted to make him forget, forget everything that had happened last night. She left cautiously, lest she disturb him.

What to do, what to do?

"That's right, "The Legend of the Four Seas". It encompasses the secrets of the world, and there must be a way. Ziyu rushed back to the room, rummaging around, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she really got it.

"The Legend of the Four Seas" has a record: All beings in the Six Realms, the cycle of life and death, only memory cannot be erased. There was once an infatuated girl who called Chang'e, and studied the Qingxin Sutra, which can seal memories and eliminate delusions.

"The Pure Heart Sutra. Ziyu refused to let go of a word, "Between dreams, there is no difference between reality and fiction." Take thought as the action, the heart is full of flowers, Watsa is the recipe, and the delusions are sealed. ”

Ziyu closed "The Legend of the Four Seas", and before he had time to think about it, he immediately trotted back. She approached step by step, her heart beating extremely fast. When she saw Ji Ziyang, who was still sleeping, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned down and took a deep breath. The hand trembled and was raised, and the surroundings of the hand glowed with purple light.

Brother, I'm sorry. You forgot about it, and I just thought it never happened. In the future, you will still be respected, and the Kunlun Immortal Venerable will be admired by the mountains, and I will still be just your sister.

If you forget, I won't remember again.

In the middle of the swing, the memory has been sealed.

Ziyu breathed a long sigh of relief, and the taut strings could finally be relaxed. She woke up, lifted the veil, her face turned red, and she quickly changed his clothes. Thinking that he would wake up in a while, he turned back to the kitchen and boiled a bowl of ginger soup.

Long.

Ji Ziyang's hand moved slightly, and Ziyu immediately came to his senses, "Brother, you're awake." ”

"Ziyu?"

"Does your head still hurt? You were drunk last night. Ziyu handed over the ginger soup that had already been prepared, "Drink some ginger soup, it will be better." ”

Ji Ziyang was a little confused, and his mind was blank, "Yesterday?"

"My brother told me about Xuanyuan Baihua last night. Thank you brother for finding such a good wishful husband for me. Ziyu smiled.

Ji Ziyang couldn't see the joy or anger, just nodded, "It's good if you like it." ”

Ziyu got up, "I made an appointment with Senior Sister Xizhu to pick the green, so I went out first." Brother, you have a good rest. ”

Ziyu slowly walked out of the Hall of Eternal Life, she looked up, and she couldn't see the warm sky. It was raining lightly outside, and it was not stained with the smell of dust, but it only fell quietly on the fairy stone railing. Ziyu stood under the pear blossom tree, closed his eyes, listened to the story hidden in the wind, and let the wind and rain blow.

The Buddha said that a glance for ten thousand years, a thought for a thousand years. Ziyu never understood, but now this Shunhua is eternal.