Looking at Beigong Ling, who was unconscious and had no anti-body wrinkles, Emperor Yuanxun suddenly felt a little apologetic. He was bent on going her own way, and perhaps he had led her into the most dangerous relationship.

And......

Emperor Yuanxun raised his hand and pressed his heart, which was warm and slightly painful.

Before, Beigong Ling asked him how he knew who his Hongyan Tribulation was.

And he replied, Yes, it is the number of fates.

After a long and cold life, when you meet someone with the same calamity, cold-blooded will boil.

And the end of falling into such a temperature is always doomed.

It turns out that the catastrophe is really an uncontrollable fall.

Perhaps, in fact...... He had already sensed that Beigong Ling was different from him, but there were some people who knew it and couldn't extricate themselves. Let her be around, let yourself accept her, let everything get out of hand.

I didn't know it was like this before, but now that I think about it, it seems like that.

Similarly, he didn't know that his life was cold before, and he felt that the warmth of human affection and the hot and cold state of the world were all related to his facial features. But now that my heart is hot, I realize how tempting the feeling of warmth is.

That's why there was once a god who spent his whole life looking for that warmth, even if it finally disappeared in the end, he had no regrets?

No regrets?

Who can say for sure if it's not me?

It's just that he doesn't seem to be willing to go that way, and wants to withdraw from it, without expectation or harm. lived a long life coldly.

Recently, he has been using two words to describe his life, how could he have such feelings before?

Now......

"Master, do you feel pain?"

Beigong Ling woke up for a while, but he didn't pay attention to it in a daze. He also realized his move and put his hand down.

"It doesn't hurt."

Several days have passed, and the nightmare patterns on Beigong Ling's body have not disappeared, but his hearing is better.

"Then you're still frowning." She raised her hand to press his eyebrows.

Emperor Yuanxun sat up straight and avoided: "I asked Hanxue to return the food to you." ”

"Master, am I disappointing you again?" She was actually a little angry, "I'm too far from what you expected, right?" ”

In fact, it is already better than he expected.

"It's disappointment, knowing that a thunderstorm might kill you."

"I know, but if you don't let them come, they won't be able to admit me."

"You are a disciple of this seat and do not need to be recognized."

"They're none other than your family...... I don't want to embarrass you. ”

“……”

Emperor Yuanxun's heart wanted to be ruthless, and it was so soft that it hurt. I don't like this kind of moving, but the moving face is something that touches the heart. It turned out that all physical contact was instinctive, and at this moment he suddenly wanted to hug her.

"You can't come back for the teacher and be stupid and follow the past."

"When the decree comes, can you not go?"

"Yes, I can't go when the decree comes."

Beigong Ling looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"What do you dare to laugh at when you do it right?"

"I don't know, I just want to laugh, I feel that you are very close to me, I don't know why I want to hug you."

“……”

She actually said what he wanted to do the same.

"It seems that this thunderstorm can not only break people, but also kill stupidity."

Angry? It felt like he was so kind and angry now, she didn't even know what he was thinking. However, she never knew what he was thinking. She put away her smile and blinked slowly.

"Alas......" she sighed, and said nothing.

Could it be that he really thought he was disappointed in her?

"What are you sighing at a young age?"

"I originally wanted to make others think that you have a good-looking apprentice, but now I must be very ugly in their eyes."

Body language is really instinctive, he wants to beat her a little bit now, when is it, and he still thinks about this? He was suddenly a little unable to answer, and his thoughts were not on the same level.

"Especially, let that flower fairy see my appearance......"

This little life is almost gone, she is not afraid, but she is obsessed with these things? "You are a disciple of this seat, why do you need to look good in the eyes of others?"

After saying this, Beigong Ling's eyes suddenly looked at him.

He also suddenly felt weak.

Sure enough, Beigong Ling's little flower face was happy again: "Then you mean, I am beautiful in your eyes, right?" ”

“…… Well. He answered, seeing that she was about to float up, and added, "Stinky beauty." ”

The little face immediately wilted, squinted at him for a long time, and said complainingly: "Stinky beauty is also beautiful." ”

The corners of Emperor Yuanxun's mouth suddenly rolled up with a smile, he didn't notice it himself, but Beigong Ling was extremely surprised: "Master, are you smiling......"

Emperor Yuanxun couldn't help but pull the quilt to cover her head, this person is not honest.

Beigong Ling pulled down the quilt again, revealing a pair of eyes, smiling, and not speaking.

Looking at this pair of watery eyes, Emperor Yuanxun really couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

The smile is like the moon rising in the snowy region, beautiful, quiet, and unique. In the indifferent eyes, the layer of coldness was stripped away, and there was an indescribable watery soft light.

It's so beautiful.

Seeing him smile like this for the first time, Beigong Ling's heart was about to melt.

"Master, that day, I heard you call me Ling'er."

Specifically, I saw the shape of my mouth.

Emperor Yuanxun was only slightly stunned, and then said, "Why, don't you let the teacher call you by your name?" ”

"Then you call again, I didn't hear it last time."

"Didn't you say you heard that?"

It's awkward, I used to think I could do anything at will, but now I feel inexplicably nervous, and it's just calling her name, but the heartbeat feels strange.

"I, I didn't hear it before I saw your mouth move."

"Criminals."

"It's not like that......"

"Little devil?"

"You did it on purpose."

"Beigong Ling."

"No last name."

"Ling'er."

"No......" I heard it right, this time it was accurate, Beigong Lingjiao agreed, "Hey." ”

A girl can be naughty enough to make people gnash their teeth, and she can be so smart that she can be admirable, but she can be so cute that she can please people.

"Master."

"What?"

"What do you tell me to do?"

“……”

Did she please him? No, not really. Emperor Yuanxun pulled up the quilt and covered her face, got up and left the house.

"Don't, don't go, it's a joke. Master......"

Emperor Yuanxun brought the door, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling, until the cold moonlight shone on his body through the eaves, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded and was replaced with a bitter arc.

Beigong Ling is right, liking is a kind of uncontrollable fall.

His sober sanity vanished from her without paying attention.

Hongyan Tribulation, it turns out that it really exists.

The quiet twilight snow garden, standing alone in the twilight snow fairy mountain, the vast snowy area, the cold moonlight.

Under this continuous snow, the predecessor who once mourned himself because of the red face robbery, has he ever been like him, standing here and watching the moon and the sunshine, as if he is watching his own heart, the circle is less and the lack is more.

It's just that he really won't regret his decision?

Lose yourself, or cut off your red face, and you have no hesitation.

Perhaps, he also tried hard and wanted the two of them to have a happy ending, but after all, he tried his best, and he couldn't escape his fate after all.

Emperor Yuanxun walked to the main room of the wooden house and looked at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

To ordinary people, it looks like it's just a short sentence written in ordinary pen and ink. The author is neat and decisive, writing:

In June, pear blossoms, white snow flying in the mirror; Three lives, obsession, drunk and lying in the spring of life and death. You don't see, you don't know the sorrow, the geese pass through the south gate, and there is no return date.

It's just that next to this resolute word, a large blank space is vacated.

Those who can use the art of returning to the heart will be able to see that next to the words, there is a slim and bright girl, standing under the pear blossom tree, dyed with brilliance, and her smile is smart to the extreme.

If you don't have this person engraved in your heart, how can you depict it so expressively.

He didn't know where the relationship between the painting and the words was, and he didn't know how many secrets the calligraphy contained. But looking at this calligraphy and painting, I used to feel lonely and lonely. Now in a trance, there is some empathetic despair.

Emperor Yuanxun picked up the pen on the table, dipped it in ink, brushed his sleeves, and wrote a poem.

The hardest work is the moon in the sky, the night is like a ring, and the night is a night. Bitterness is the end of the moon ring, and the ice and snow are hot, and it is easy to die without that dust. The swallow remains, said the soft curtain hook. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.