Gu Jialiang paused his fingertips and did not speak. As if she had thought of something, she had a faint smile on her face.

"It's going to take Bai Zhi's work again, forget it, change it tomorrow, you can go down."

Qing Dai bet from the bottom of her heart that this product must be using some kind of trick again.

This and this, this smile is too crazy, and also, is it good to put away your golden bell jar, for fear that others will not know that you are calculating.

Qingdai had dimples on the side of her mouth, and she smiled brightly.

"Yes Miss."

The plot doesn't end there.

The moment Gu Jialiang turned around, the smile on her face was replaced by coldness.

Qing Dai didn't realize it, flipped through the purse, turned around and went to the side room on the other side......

It was another moonless and gloomy night, and the flowers in the garden seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of green mist, dull and rolling, and the depression was difficult to solve.

Qing Dai rolled over and sat up, vigilantly observing the quiet scene around her.

Carrying a small lamp, he gently pushed open the small door.

The side courtyard was crawling with rose vines, resting and drowning, and in the dim light of the darkness, scattered beads of fog hung with them.

Qing Dai's heart trembled, and the moment she saw Bai Wei not far away, her heart was even more cold.

Bai Wei is here to stop her, and the plot that is exactly the same as the original book is slowly unfolding like a scroll.

At the other end of the long bluestone road was the beginning of her trial.

"Qingdai, don't go."

Bai Wei's gentle voice trembled a little, and her eyes widened, as if she was shaking her head a little nervously.

Qing Dai paused and curled the corners of her mouth towards her.

"Sister, if it succeeds, I have no regrets about whether I live or die."

As she spoke, she removed a safety buckle from her neck that was worn with a red rope.

"If I die, Sister Bai Wei, you live for me, my parents may still be looking for me."

Bai Wei's fingertips trembled slightly, and she took the thing that Qing Dai stuffed over, with a little warmth, and when the night breeze blew, it was already half cold in her hand.

She was very uneasy.

"Qingdai, we ...... Maybe it's not in a hurry, have you really thought about it? ”

Qingdai moved her arm holding the lamp for a long time, and her jaw was shallow.

Bai Wei looked down at the object in her hand, her face was stunned, and she sighed lightly, as if talking to herself.

"I'm just keeping this thing for you, you have to pick it up yourself in the future, and you can't change it to someone else."

No one answered.

Qing Dai just roared, hold me, sister! I don't want to die!

The ending of the original body was really bad, she was sold to the lowest flower building on Xiaonan Street, and because of her young age, she was first made stupid, and then died of a dirty disease in less than half a month.

With such a tragic ending, the audience was only Gu Jialiang.

Qingdai stepped on the bluestone slab, and the endless darkness was only lit up by her small figure.

Like a helpless firefly, dancing in the cold night.

It is full of the smell of green shoots and young leaves, and there is some fragrance of vine orchid between the nose.

The side courtyard is remote, but it is getting more and more remote, and you can still hear the wheels of cars and horses from the alley along the wall.

The strings were still tight, and the distance was like walking in a sea of swords and fire, as if the entire soles of the feet had become bloody and swollen with pain.

Locust branches came in from outside the wall, obscuring a large part of the eaves.

The pale gray wall tiles have a hint of precipitation over time.

The more there is no sound and movement, the clearer Qingdai's five senses are, and feeling the breath around her body, she really gets half a sense of stability.

Qingdai walked lightly, and the struggle in her heart was not less.

It was a night without wind and moon, and who knew that the locust tree with crooked branches came from the rustling and swaying sound.

The more you walk in, the clearer and denser the sound becomes.

There was a muffled sound, and the bluestone slab slid down, slightly raising some damp leaves.

The warmth came suddenly, like the snow melting in one day.

Qing Dai looked at the person who suddenly appeared with an illusion, and a string under her heart was completely relaxed.

I don't know if it's stupid or what, the plot? It's gone?

She froze in place, looking at the comer.

Xu Duheng couldn't help but be surprised, he happened to meet this girl.

He was straight, dressed in a camel-colored short brown robe, with a cloth crown tied up, if it weren't for the slender eyebrows, thin lips and light eyes, and his voice and appearance were too outstanding. Xu Duheng mingled in the night, absolutely no different from the servants at home.

Xu Duheng was already much taller than Qing Dai, but this time he approached, dressed in moonlight, and a black shadow was shrouded in direct pressure, and the straight people were confused.

Qingdai was a little excited and incredulous, firstly because her plot was interrupted, and secondly because she seemed to have found the bug in this plot.

Qing Dai's hands and feet had just relieved the numbness of the feeling, and she could lift the carved lantern to show a small part of the person's face.

There was a bit of speculation on his handsome face, which was strange.

She really couldn't control her expression, and the corners of her mouth grinned because she didn't know what to say.

"Miss Su?"

Between the words, I saw Qing Dai slowly raise her chin, showing her wrists lightly, and the small lamp that could be lifted was reflected on her palm-sized face, which was his shadow.

The common honey dimples have dimmed for some reason today, and a pair of eyes are condensed, with a bit of pear blossoms and rain.

For a while, Xu Duheng was a little overwhelmed.

His heart thumped twice, and he wandered back a little in a panic.

"What's wrong with you? Who bullied you? Running out in the middle of the night and getting cold? ”

Qing Dai had almost done a good job of psychological construction, but when she heard the words, her heart moved slightly, and she collapsed in an instant.

With a clang, he threw away the delicate carved lamp.

smashed into Xu Duheng's arms, as if he had been comforted by something, and sobbed loudly.

Nephrite jade is in the arms, and the fragrance is fragrant.

The little soft girl smashed into her arms, her fingers gently tugging at her waist, and the fabric in her arms was already soaked through.

Xu Duheng froze, not knowing where to put his hand at all.

Qing Dai buried her head and sobbed in a muffled voice, "Xu Duheng, you are such a good person, thank you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xu Duheng was even more confused, he didn't know what this girl was going to do?

How can there be such a bad problem as seeing a living person into his arms and crying loudly.

Xu Duheng tensed his body and patted Qingdai's shoulder tentatively and comfortingly.

It was as if a sigh drifting in the wind got into Qing Dai's ears.

"How can I see you again and again, embarrassed again and again."

Qing Dai's breathing was a little messy, and her hair bun was also rubbing a few wisps of fragrance in Xu Duheng's arms.

Xu Duheng had an impulse to lower his head and smell again, wanting to carefully find out what kind of taste it was, sweet and silky, and fascinating.

Qing Dai stepped back and stood still, the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose red, and she couldn't stop muttering.

"It's not that I can't help myself......"

Xu Duheng looked puzzled, lowered his head and bent down to pick up the small lamp for Qing Dai, gently checked it, and held it in his hand.

"What are you talking about?"

Qing Dai simply calmed down, the deer's eyes flashed slightly, and she was reluctantly relieved, revealing the long-lost dimple.

"Nothing, how did you end up here?"