Sure enough, Zhao Tianyang's matter has gone away like dust since then, although I don't know what method Situ Lan used, he really didn't appear in front of him, let alone come to entangle.

After the gathering of the clouds, the various sects parted one after another, and Zhao Tianyang also left with the Canglong faction. But only Jiang Feixu and the Zhexing faction stayed, saying that they would go back after the Lantern Festival, and it was the same in previous years. Xia Mu pouted, whether he liked it or not, he couldn't say anything.

But fortunately, these days, Situ Lan, who is obviously used to not eating much in Bigu, actually runs to the Holy Maiden Temple every day to eat. Xia Mu almost no longer goes to the aftertaste hall, and spends most of his time cooking by himself, especially when Situ Lan comes over at noon, and he is even more energetic. Eighteen kinds of martial arts do their best to shake out every day, and they never repeat themselves every day when they change their tricks.

Although Situ Lan no matter what he ate, he still wouldn't praise himself, at most two words: acceptable.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he is willing to come, as long as he is willing to eat, Xia Mu will do it willingly, and be happy like a big fool. I used to be alone before, and I once fantasized that someone could have breakfast with me, and this time seemed to make up for all those extravagant dreams before, and it actually gave birth to a sense of happiness that seemed unrealistic.

The demons on the other side, the secluded palace.

Tang Yi was dressed in red, lazily leaning on the throne of the palace, listening to his subordinates reporting the message: "Demon Lord, the criminal minister Tang Feng has completed the 'Sword Mountain and Sea of Fire' in the empty palace, I don't know what kind of criminal law to use next?" ”

The 'Empty Palace' used to be the dormitory of the second prince of the demon clan, Tang Feng, but now it has been reduced to the eighteenth layer of hell of the demon clan, and the second prince Tang Feng is in it, and every day he suffers from different punishments designed by his own brother, and lives a life that is worse than death.

"So fast? Well, let me think about it, what criminal law hasn't been tried? Can you help me think about it, I might be busy lately? I don't have time to find a way to torture him, so I'll leave it to you first. Tang Yi replied lightly with a smile and poured a sip of the liquor into his throat.

"Yes, yes."

After the subordinates retreated, Tang Yi was the only one left in the Ruoda Youruo Palace, empty and lonely, and even a drink and a cup were echoes.

Suddenly stood up, walked towards the outside of the palace, bypassed the long nine-curved corridor, and finally stopped in front of a stone gate.

With a wave of the long-sleeved stone door, Tang Yi slowly walked in.

The space in the stone room is very large, no smaller than the secluded palace, but it is even more empty, except for a stone bed in the middle.

And on that stone bed, there was a woman lying down, this person was Situ Wankong, who had been dead for many years.

Since Tang Yi entered here, he restrained his usual nihilistic smirk, and even carefully sorted out his clothes and ornaments, before gently walking towards the stone bed step by step.

"Evening sky, I'm coming." He stroked the pale and bloodless woman lying on the stone bed, bowed his head lightly and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and sat down against the stone bed.

Facing the unconscious woman who couldn't respond, he continued to mutter, "Night, how can you sleep so much! It's been fifteen years, and I've been so ruthless that I've spent fifteen years alone...... But that's okay, you'll wake up in no time. Hehe...... Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival in the world, do you remember the day we first met? It was at the lantern night market of the Shangyuan Festival, just one glance, I fell into the mud, and I knew that I and you were inseparable from now on. By the way, I think the show is about to begin, are you looking forward to it? The moon buds and clouds that you guarded with your life, but they abandoned you. And your little Alan, but he killed you with his own hands. Now, it's my turn...... Hahahaha......"

In the empty stone room, he was the only one who laughed wildly, but he laughed so sadly, desolately, and tear-jerking.

After a long time, Tang Yi stood up trembling again, stared at Situ Wankong on the stone bed quietly for a long time, raised his hand and cut his palm, squeezing the drop after drop of blood in his palm into Situ Wankong's lips lying on the stone bed. Blood slowly seeped into her mouth, and then Situ Wankong's pale and stiff skin just now became rosy and elastic, as if she was just asleep......

On the Shangyuan Festival, a family banquet was held in the moon buds. The so-called family banquet is organized by the disciples of each main peak by themselves, and they celebrate the festival with their own masters and brothers under their respective masters.

And the summer curtain naturally followed Situ Lan in the Holy Maiden Temple, which made Jiang Feixu, who was specially left for Situ Lan, really grit his teeth for a long time.

"Taste, this is the Lantern Festival I made myself." Xia Curtain brought out a bowl of colorful rice balls, served in a glass bowl, steaming with smoke, it was really beautiful, and even Situ Lan's eyes couldn't help but light up. He had only seen that the Lantern Festival was white, but he had never seen this colorful one.

"Purple is sweet potato, yellow is corn, green is green wormwood, pink is cherry blossom, white is glutinous rice, and gray is black bean." Chefs probably have a penchant for narrating while diners are tasting. Xia Mu spoke carefully, and Situ Lan also listened carefully.

It took her a whole afternoon to make this, and according to Situ Lan's taste preference, it was mainly light, and she didn't dare to put it too sweet. Xia Mu herself was originally a person with heavy tastes, spicy and sweet, but in order to cater to Situ Lan's taste, the food she made during this time was mainly light.

It can be seen that tonight's Lantern Festival should be very in line with his taste, usually he only puts down three chopsticks at most during dinner, but tonight, Situ Lan actually ate all six rice balls, which makes Xia Mu really feel a super sense of accomplishment.

After the meal, Situ Lan still sat in the courtyard of the Holy Maiden's Ancestral Hall, and tonight he also brought the piano, Xia Mu was so happy that he quickly moved the small bench and sat in the front row, looking like a nymphomaniac who saw the idol, and sat and waited for Situ Lan to play the piano.

After a song, Xia Mu really has another obsession with this treasure boyfriend.

"Do you want to play with me?" Situ Lan suddenly asked.

"Me? Playing the flute? Xia Mu's eyes widened, unable to believe the invitation.

"Hmm."

"......" Within a few seconds, a certain woman was calm on the surface, but her heart seemed to have passed thousands of troops, and finally said: "No, I'm afraid of ruining your piano sound." In fact, she was more afraid that Situ Lan would be blown into the hut by herself, how embarrassing it would be.

Situ Lan didn't speak, he wanted to play a song with her, and this idea had been thought about for many years.

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Mu thought that he was embarrassed by his rejection, so he hurriedly said: "Although I can't play the flute, I can sing, I think I sing better than I can play." ”

"Well, Holy Maiden, the flute." Situ Lan seemed to be still in some kind of memory scene, a little distracted, and actually muttered to himself.

But Xia Mu didn't think about it more, she thought that what Situ Lan said should be the nirvana of every saint, but she really didn't know it. "You're talking about the former saint Situ Wankong. She's good at playing the flute, but I'm even better at singing. Besides, I'm not Situ Wankong, she will, no, I'm normal. ”

……

"Well, you're not her." Situ Lan's eyes retracted his focus and nodded.

"That's right, I'm Xia Mu, I won't be able to meet Situ Wankong, but I will, Situ Wankong may not be good at it." After saying that, he stood up proudly and walked to the open space in front of Situ Lan, obviously only facing him, but it seemed to be a stage calling for the mountain, slowly bowed, and started his performance.

In those years, I learned to sing and dance, but I didn't learn it in vain, and I used to work so hard that I was even moved.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah ......" As the dance began, Xia Curtain sang and hummed the tune of "City in the Sky", although there were no lyrics, but the ethereal and melodious voice was like a copper bell crashing into Situ Lan's ears. He had never heard such a tune that could be sung so tactfully and cleanly in this form.

The shadows that originally overlapped gradually gradually peeled away again, yes! She is the summer curtain, not the evening sky of Situ......

Finally, when Jiang Feixu was about to leave the moon buds and clouds, there was a kind of villain's joy in the summer curtain. After all, this opponent is too powerful, and he has an inextricable relationship with Situ Lan, how can he not let himself be afraid.

It's just that she didn't expect Jiang Feixu to talk to herself alone before leaving. Although I was not very happy, I was not afraid, and the summer curtain came to the meeting place as scheduled.

"Miss Xia, I'm going back to Yanzhou today, so I want to talk to you." As long as the two of them faced each other, Jiang Feixu went straight to the point, putting away the reserved attitude that everyone should have in the past.

"Well, okay, what do you want to talk to me?" Xia Mu is also very calm, after all, there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing, although her behavior of cutting off her beard seems to be a bit unauthentic, but she and Situ Lan have not become married or determined the relationship, and she can't be regarded as a third party intervening in it, she can't take Situ Lan for so long, and she can't blame herself.

"I know that Brother Alan has made a choice now, and no one can change his mind. These more than ten years of wishful thinking may also come to an end. Jiang Feixu said with a little self-pity, but she couldn't answer it.

Xia Mu is not a person who likes to fall into the well, let alone a person who likes to show off, especially this relationship, Situ Lan is quiet, and has not promised herself anything so far, and sometimes she even doubts whether the two are a couple. If Jiang Feixu comes to find trouble and provoke, Xia Mu can still go to war, but people are just here to sigh and be sad, how can they speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Feixu said again: "However, Miss Xia, don't be complacent, I, Jiang Feixu, did not lose to you Xia Mu, but lost to the saintess Situ Wankong back then." ”

"What?" Xia Mu was stunned, she really didn't understand here.

Seeing Xia Mu's reaction, Jiang Feixu already knew it in his heart, and he was even more confident and continued: "Hmph! It seems that you don't know that you look exactly like Situ Wankong back then! According to the generation, she is the uncle of Brother Alan, and Brother Alan has had the best relationship with Na Situ Wankong since he was a child. And you, just by virtue of your face, are just lucky. But whether this is your luck or not, it's hard to say, maybe one day, you will know that you and Brother Ah Lan will become this face and lose this face! ”

Xia Mu was speechless, she admitted that she was punished, in fact, she had more or less heard about Situ Wankong, and probably knew that she might look similar to the previous saintess, but she really didn't know that it was exactly the same, and she didn't know that Situ Lan might still have such a reason for being good to her.

"If you knew how deep the friendship between Brother Ah Lan and Na Situ Wankong was, I probably wouldn't be willing to use this face to go around in front of Brother Ah Lan with her identity and deceive him into this empathy. Because you, as Zhao Tianyang of the Canglong Sect said, such a move can really be regarded as - deceiving the world and stealing your name! You should know that Brother Ah Lan doesn't love you, he just didn't save Situ Wankong back then, so he felt indebted to her, and this face of yours is just enough for him to make up for the regrets in his heart. ”