For example, a Qi Yuan.

At this moment, not far away, a man was standing there, the corners of his clothes raised from time to time in the cold were also carrying some clear and astringent things, his black eyes were deep and fierce, but it was just an instant of time, and his eyes were already thick and silky, and the dust was not smooth.

"Shen Qingci, your life is really big!"

He suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts were faint in those eyes, whether it was luck, hate, resentment, or something else, maybe even he didn't know.

When did he want to kill a woman so much, and when did he have that resentment that wanted to get rid of it quickly.

It seems that that is endless, as if that is entanglement.

And Shen Qingci, who was in the carriage, continued to flip through the travelogue in her hand, even if it was that familiar breath, it really existed, if you asked her now, she would have forgotten a little.

Now in her eyes, there is only this one travelogue.

Luo Heng put down the cup again, and just half-leaned on the carriage, with a pair of eyes with a light smile, and he was always staring at her.

Shen Qingci sat down, she felt a little sleepy, the carriage was full of hard, no matter how uncomfortable, and the book she was holding in her hand also attracted all her attention at this time, and everything in her mind was also dispersed one by one, including the person just now.

In fact, from beginning to end, she has always remembered those flavors, but her nose has been aware of all kinds of flavors, and she has only remembered such a taste.

And after three times and two times, it is not anything else that is associated with such a taste, but ......

Dangerous.

But now she is very satisfied with the travelogue in her hand, of course, she likes it very much, she still likes it very much, and she is almost reluctant to put it down.

"Is this true?"

She asked, "Is this true?"

Luo Hengxi naturally read this book, otherwise, it would be impossible to give it to Shen Qingci, he knew that Shen Qingci didn't like ghosts and monsters too much, and what she liked was these travelogues.

"This was written by a Lady Wu, and it was also written orally," Aki Heng sat down and took the teacup on the side.

And Shen Qingci sat on the side, like an obedient elementary school student.

Branding Heng stretched out his hand, touched her forehead gently, and also took off the hair ornament on her forehead, and obviously saw the red mark above her forehead, which happened to be in the middle of her eyebrows, if it weren't for hers, if it wasn't for the fact that there happened to be an extremely hard gem, maybe she would have been a dead person by now.

"I'll tell you when I get back."

Shen Qingci had a feeling of itchy teeth, so he endured it all the time, didn't think about anything, didn't do anything, just waited for the carriage to arrive.

When she finally arrived at the house, she looked at the brand with a pair of eyes again, looking at the brand with a dead eye, what about the story, don't you tell it, won't you stop telling it, it will become a big fat pig.

"It's a long story that you put yourself in a comfortable position, are you sure you're going to listen to it like that?"

Shen Qingci thinks about it, a very long story does need a good posture, the story, naturally, everyone loves to listen, of course she is the same, although she said that she has lived two lives, but in this world, she has not seen, she has not walked, she has not eaten, there are still a lot, and these things, for the rest of her life, may not be able to see the Tao.

And what she can't see with her eyes is to hear with her own ears.

She ran into her house, then ran to the soft edge, asked Bai Mei and Sanxi to prepare refreshments, kicked off her shoes, and then lay on top of the quilt.

Branding Heng was a little amused by the posture she had found for herself.

It's still a little girl.

Shen Qingci hugged the pillow, already listening to the story

And she was very curious about the story that she was about to tell.

Because of that travelogue, which is also the most popular among the travelogues she has read so much.

Branding Heng thought about picking up the teacup on the table again, and this was the only way to use his slightly cold voice to say things about this travelogue.

said that I don't know a long time ago, as for which dynasty and which generation, no one may remember, but I know that maybe it was at a very early time that a Wuling person suddenly entered a paradise.

Taoyuan people were born in the world, chickens and dogs smell each other, life is peaceful, it is said that the people here are the pre-Qin period, to avoid the war and come here, but also here to live I don't know how many generations, here is the peach blossom source called by the descendants.

I heard that they not only have long-lost medical skills, but also many divine weapons in the pre-Qin period, and there are no less than the present world, which have been lost for a long time, and even things that have not been heard of.

This Wuling man was a guest in the peach garden for several times, and when he was about to leave that day, he deliberately left a lot of marks on the tree, and he also thought that one day he would come back, but when he wanted to find it again, even if he was looking for the marks at that time, he had not found the peach blossom source again.

As for asking whether there is really a paradise in the world, perhaps it exists, and what exists is in the oral accounts of generations.

Later, someone searched for it, but no one found it, and then there were these three travelogues, all of which were dictated by the Wuling people.

Shen Qingci took the book, she put it between her foreheads, if there really was such a place, she really wanted to see it.

At this time, the book in her hand was also taken away, and the light in front of her brightened again, reflecting the man's noble and unparalleled face, he was very good-looking, although not as good as a boy or a girl, but his eyes were extremely beautiful, and even the shape of his lips was very good, but there were no lines at the corners of his lips, and he was obviously not a person who liked to laugh too much.

"Sleep," she pulled up the quilt for her, and then gently patted her shoulder, "Maybe one day, you will dream of that peach blossom paradise." ”

Shen Qingci sighed secretly in his heart.

She didn't just want to dream, she really wanted to see herself.

What is Peach Blossom Garden?

What is Xanadu?

She was born in this troubled world, maybe she is destined for her life, and she can only be a layman, how can she meet such a good place, how can she let her see it?

And this night, in her dream, she really dreamed of the peach blossoms in the courtyard, she stretched out her hand, and the fragrance of flowers came, and then she opened her eyes, but it was a pair of quiet black pupils.

She smiled, and then reached out again, resting her head habitually on his shoulder.

They may be the most couples who are not like husband and wife.