When he woke up, he heard a woman's coquettish laughter: "This Lang Jun is handsome, it's a pity." ”

"What is the pity of him?"

The woman's crisp voice whispered in his ear: "I already have a priest in my heart, and I can't tolerate anyone else." ”

"Niangniang, although this person is good-looking, but he touched the palace in the middle of the night, I am afraid that the person who comes is not good, so it is better to send him to prison, right?"

The mother said: "I finally saved him, if I die in prison, will it not be in vain?" Forget it, forget it, keep it here first, if he doesn't obey, and then hurt him and throw him out. ”

"Or is Niangniang kind-hearted, but I'm afraid that he will be unfavorable to the king and Niangniang?"

Mo Zhitang sighed when he heard it, such a lady is still kind-hearted? casually hurt him and threw him out, I'm afraid that one won't be good.

Just as he was thinking, he gently traced his eyebrows with a finger and said, "If he dares to disadvantage me and the king, I will kill him and skin him cramps and skin, make a human skin lantern, and then lock his soul in my light and can't get out." ”

Niangniang said understatements, but the content was terrifying, but I don't know why, Mo Zhitang believed that she could do what she said, just because the tone was too bland, so plain that there was no ripple.

At this time, he thought of the big cyan mouse, and he felt a kind of vigilance in his heart.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw a pair of clear black and white eyes, looking at him with a faint smile, and the eyes revealed a shallow playfulness and fun, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"Qingtong!" He blurted out.

The woman frowned: "Qingtong? ”

Mo Zhitang shook his head, as if someone was resisting him, one was himself who recognized the woman in front of him, and the other was himself who didn't recognize the woman in front of him.

The woman in front of her is clearly the confused and helpless person who asked where Hongchen was at the intersection a few years ago.

"Why are you here?"

The woman blinked: "Why do you call me Qingtong?" ”

"You're Qingtong."

The woman smiled: "Then I will be called Qingtong in the future, I always feel a little meaningful." ”

After that, he called her Qingtong, but others still called her the goddess Niangniang, and she was the goddess he was looking for.

The goddess is indeed as rumored to be, has a hand of unmatched medical skills, his injuries can move freely in just a few days, in fact, he can leave, but he did not leave, he left the excuse to investigate the secret of the goddess, but the secret in his heart is reluctant to leave the goddess.

He is like a lost soul, he likes to see her laugh, likes her to accompany him, and likes to call her "Qingtong" in private.

In August in the palace, the moon was particularly round, and she held a huge moon-viewing dinner, and that night she was drunk, and staggered after the handsome man in the royal robe, who was the priest she had in her mouth, her favorite, and the king of the kingdom, and everything she did was for him.

She said that the priest was her Hongchen's calamity, and that the calamity always had to be saved.

He was crazy with jealousy, and at this moment, there was an urge to destroy the world, but he held back.

He let a spirit beside him kidnap the woman in Qi Lang's heart, and then gloated as he watched the two men and women who had returned to you and me a moment ago separated, and Qi Lang really left her to save another woman.

Qingtong returned to the residence helplessly, and then looked at him helplessly, but she didn't say anything, she didn't blame him for ruining her good deeds, and she didn't even give him a look.

He felt a little guilty, this night was a grand event she had carefully prepared, an auspicious day for her to have a good time with the person she loved the most, but he ruined it.

He said, "He always has someone else in his heart, can't you see through it?" ”

"So what does it matter?" She said, "Isn't this red dust?" People in Hongchen have joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, since I have entered the world once, I have to try one by one, before I realize what kind of taste is the worldly Hongchen? ”

"Qingtong!"

Qingtong looked at him.

"With me, I'll let you try, and I'll let you do whatever you want."

Qingtong shook his head with a smile: "You can't." ”

"Why not?"

"In life, you are my death calamity, if I provoke you, I will never recover, I am going down the mountain to experience the red dust, not to spend life and death."

"If you know, why did you save me?"

"I want to see what you're capable of."

"Qingtong, even though I have thousands of skills, in front of you, I don't have any skills, you don't have to be afraid of me."

"I know what you want from me, but I really can't give it to you, your injuries are healed, it's time to go back."

"Qingtong, don't drive me!"

"You still have a lot of things to do, do you just want to stay with me?"

"Just let me stay by your side for the rest of my life, okay?"

"Not good!"

answered so sharply, on this moonlit night, how can she be the only one who is sad? However, it is even more sorrowful to drown sorrow through wine, and the color of wine strengthens people's courage.

Mo Zhitang turned back to Qingtong's dormitory in the middle of the night, and heard the maid ask her: "Niangniang, do you really let him go back?" ”

"You can't keep him for the rest of your life."

"But when he goes back, he will definitely tell a lot of things about his mother in front of Zhou Tianzi."

"What about speaking out? I'm still afraid that he won't make it? ”

"Niangniang is right, it's a big deal to live in a bigger palace."

Qingtong giggled and laughed happily: "You still understand me." ”

The master and servant said a word to me, without the slightest respect for the Son of Heaven.

Mo Zhitang sighed in his heart, no wonder the Son of Heaven was worried about the Son of Heaven, not only was the country rich and the people were strong, but also the people of the Kingdom only had monarchs and goddesses in their hearts, where was there still half of the existence of the Son of Heaven.

He was thinking about it when Qingtong's voice came from the house: "Ah Tang, you should rest early, don't run around." ”

Mo Zhitang was stunned, so he had to respond: "You also rest early." ”

This night, Mo Zhitang had a dream, in the dream was a bird-like Qingtong, smiling and tearing in his arms, so eccentric, so soul-dementoring.

When he woke up from his dream, he was even more sad.

A sentence suddenly popped up in my heart: The sky is not old, the love is inexorable, the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots.

That kind of green tung can only be followed in dreams.

But he inexplicably felt that it was not a dream, just because he and she were wearing a strange costume in the dream, and the scenery around him was different from now, but he couldn't explain clearly, whether everything in the dream was a dream or had happened.

He was originally a genius who learned Taoism, and after a few blames, he suddenly realized that the world in his dream was the real world, and now it may be an illusion, which made him instantly epiphany, and even surprised, if that's the case, the person Qingtong likes to love is actually him.

He desperately wanted to get out of the dream, but he couldn't get out of this world at all, and he couldn't help but follow the steps of this world step by step.