Qing'er squeezed the old lady's shoulder leisurely, "Grandmother, Qing'er has entered the Jin Palace, and in the future, she will be all from the Jin Palace, and she will have to go back sooner or later, and your body will be fine, and the prescription of the medicinal diet has also been explained to Mama Lin, and the girl can come back to see you from time to time." "The old lady is just better, she can't be angry anymore, Murong Yan'er has a vicious mind, and King Li is not good again. At this time, she has to go back, the food and accommodation in the Jin Wangfu can't reach here, but if the prince wants to live in the Jin Wangfu, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Walking out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the sky also darkened, Qing'er was relieved and relaxed, and the magpie's brows were furrowed, "Miss, the carriage that the old lady asked Mama Lin to prepare doesn't know where to go?" Eighty percent is the eldest lady who makes it bad. ”

"It's okay, the moonlight is good tonight, so it's good to walk along the street."

"Miss, you are a princess, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to walk on the street, the eldest lady just deliberately wants you to make a fool of yourself."

Qing'er didn't think so, if she wasn't willing to give up automatically, it would depend on who it was in this world if she wanted to fix her.

Qing'er took out a gauze towel from her sleeve and covered her face, "That's fine." ”

The magpie followed with her head drooping, Qing'er carefully looked at the surrounding environment, the street that was still lively during the day was already deserted, and there were a few passers-by on the road.

The melodious flute sound was gentle and exquisite, so that Qing'er's depression in the past few days slowly dissipated, and her footsteps couldn't help but follow. After turning a few corners, a half-covered courtyard door looked lonely and desolate. Pushing open the courtyard door, the wind is gusting, desolate and desolate, making people shudder. The magpie stepped forward in a panic and grabbed her sleeve tightly, "Miss, this is a haunted house, and no one who entered it came out safely." ”

"Haunted house?" The sound of the flute was clearly coming from here, like a magnetic magnet holding her footsteps.

"Yes, miss, this was originally the mansion of the Seven Princes and the Princes, three years ago, there was a fire for no reason, but unfortunately, the Seven Princes slept too heavily after drinking and couldn't get out of the fire, so it was gone."

Qing'er never believed in ghosts and gods, and it is understandable to say that the ancients believed in these. The magpie's eyes widened, when did Miss's courage become so big, she was unmoved, "Miss, if you want to see it, you have to wait until daytime." At night, it is haunted, and there are often people singing poems, and the neighbors all say that they have noses and eyes. Miss, magpie scared, please. The sound of the flute went from slow to urgent, going downstream, reverberating in the intestines, full of heart.

The pear vortex on Qing'er's cheeks became more and more profound, "Since you're afraid, stay here." I'll just go in on my own. ”

Qing'er likes music very much, and she loves adventure, and the more mysterious it is, the more it can arouse her desire to solve the mystery.

The courtyard seemed empty, and the appearance of the courtyard could be seen in the haze by the afterglow of the moonlight, and the traces of the fire were mottled and visible, and the trees were pitch black and withered, still shivering slightly in the cold wind. The almost dislocated window frames were blown to a creak. Passing through the corridor and entering the inner courtyard, it shone with silver and silver water, and although it was burned by fire, it is not difficult to identify the magnificence of this courtyard.

Strangely, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the strong smell of ginseng overflowed the courtyard, and a few rows of houses flashed out of the desolate courtyard, without the slightest pause. The dust was raging, Qing'er couldn't help but choke, cobwebs covered all corners of the house, and even the creeper quietly moved in.

Staring at the big bed in front of her, the smell of ginseng became stronger and stronger, and Qing'er's brows furrowed to form the Sichuan character. The heart is indescribably weird, and the facial expression is still calm.

The plum trees in the backyard showed no signs of being burned by the fire, and the pestles vied with each other in the courtyard. Red and white, red and blood-red, white sprinkled white.

Qing'er thought of Lin Kui's "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden", her cherry lips opened lightly, and she murmured, "Zhongfang shook off Duxuanyan and occupied the charm to the small garden." The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon. ”

Reach out and pluck a red plum, hold it in your palm, and tighten it slightly. On the university campus, they also ran happily in a plum garden, when the young atmosphere was accompanied by the fragrance of plum blossoms, intertwined with the fragrant winter, wantonly rendering happiness. Tears inadvertently drip down on the frozen ground, and perhaps there will never be anything to go back to. Looking up at the moon, how sad Grandpa and Aunt must have been. When she was five years old, Qing'er and her parents suffered a car accident, at the end of her life, her father pushed her mother out of the car, and her mother's arms protected her tightly, like her meat pad, rolling around and around, until she hit the fence on the side of the road, her mother's hands were still clenched, she was safe, but her parents left in a hurry.

Merlin's depths seemed to have a pair of eyes, rising and falling with her sentimentality. Qing'er had tears in her eyes, squatted down, and cried. I don't know how long it took, Qing'er felt her head heavy, and her body shrank into a warm embrace. The sweet but not greasy smell of ginseng was permeating, she wanted to open her eyes, and in a trance, a pair of cold big hands held her small hand, and her fingers were interlocked, "Girl, you are finally here, do you know that I have been waiting for this day for a long time?" ”

The cold wind whined, and the plum petals danced, mixed with the fishy smell of earth. A man in the middle of the plum grove, his long jade hair was draped, tied up by delicate green silk threads, all hanging down in front of his right shoulder, and the long ends of his hair reached the waist tied with a white palace silk.

A jade hairpin neatly tied the scattered hair on his forehead, and his face was as beautiful as a begonia, which made the woman feel humble.

Qing'er is as delicate as a lotus, her skin is like clotted fat, her black hair is as fine as silk, and the wisps are scattered in his arms, and he gently picks it up, as if holding a treasure, puts it on the tip of his nose and sniffs it gently, and his chest is full of the fragrance of Youlan.

A supple black hair, self-raising without wind, golden eyes surging with magical waves, perfectly lined lips combined to create a ghostly and wild face, the body is tall and slender, exuding a kind of imperial elegance, this kind of dominating the world, dangerous and charming.

Qing'er was still asleep, the man dropped a kiss on her forehead, and that day she stood in the dark and watched her marry into the Jin Palace, a ruthlessness that wanted to destroy the common people made him lose control, that kind of pain, not heartbreaking, but a knife, carved into his heart, bone marrow, mixed with the torment of longing and guilt, locked him firmly for a lifetime.

Seeing a beloved marry someone else, that kind of torture has remorse and sorrow, like maggots attached to the bones, lingering forever.

Despair and pain came so violently, and the body rose and fell in this deep torment. Now, with the delicate body in his arms, two fiery hearts are intertwined, full of relief, the smile on the corner of his mouth is hooked, and pleasure spreads all over his body.