After Huang Lian left, Tang Jiaren walked around the courtyard, suddenly turned around, and rushed towards Qiu Yuebai's room. It looks like you're looking for someone to fight.

When she rushed to the door, Tang Jiaren retracted, stretched out her hand, and knocked lightly on the door.

Qiu Yuebai's voice came from the room, "Come in." ”

Tang Jiaren pushed open the door, poked out her head, and said with a smile: "You haven't slept yet?" ”

Qiu Yuebai held the scroll and looked at Tang Jiaren.

The candle flame glowed with a warm yellow, emitting a faint halo, and fell on the soft white robe of Qiu Yuebai, which produced a wordless sense of tenderness.

Tang Jiaren walked into the house, closed the door casually, came to Qiu Yuebai and sat down, fiddled with the candle twice, and said, "Reading at night hurts your eyes." ”

Qiu Yuebai put down the scroll and asked, "So what?" ”

Tang Jiaren smiled and said, "So, let's go out for a walk." ”

Qiu Yuebai asked, "Where to go?" ”

Tang Jiaren replied: "Dongfeng guest." ”

Qiu Yuebai picked up the book again and said lightly: "Don't go." ”

Tang Jiaren's smile stiffened, and she asked, "Why?" ”

Qiu Yuebai's face turned cold, and she replied, "Disturb the peace of the prince." ”

Tang Jiaren went to pull Qiuyue's white sleeves and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm familiar with him, and he won't blame him." ”

Ripe? It is precisely because of familiarity that it is even more necessary to avoid it.

Qiu Yuebai's face turned cold for two points, pulled back his sleeves, and said, "There are injuries on the body, so it is not appropriate to go out." ”

Tang Jiaren patted Qiu Yuebai on the shoulder and coaxed: "Let's take the carriage and walk slowly." ”

Qiu Yuebai lowered her eyes and read a book, ignoring Tang Jiaren, but in her heart, it was already time to send the sixth prince back to the palace.

Tang Jiaren was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks, and actually snatched Qiu Yuebai's book, pointed at him with the book, and shouted: "Are you going or not?!" ”

Qiu Yuebai turned her eyes to look at Tang Jiaren, her eyes were shallow, and she couldn't see her emotions.

Tang Jiaren raised her chin and said, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself!" ”

Qiu Yuebai gave two words: "You dare." ”

Tang Jia was so angry that she raised the book high and slammed it on the table!

Qiu Yuebai stretched out his hand, pulled Tang Jiaren over, pulled her into his arms, and without saying a word, he directly bowed his head and kissed her. Lips and teeth are intertwined, touching the soul and soul.

Tang Jiaren's entangled arrogance collapsed in an instant. She stumbled and asked, "You...... You ...... ...... He covered his mouth and glared at Qiu Yuebai.

Qiu Yuebai stared at Tang Jiaren's eyes and said, "If you lose your temper, I will appease you like this." ”

Tang Jiaren's legs trembled.

Qiu Yuebai asked, "What's the matter, your legs are uncomfortable?" Saying this, he reached out and kneaded Tang Jiaren's thighs.

Qiu Yuebai's body temperature has always been lower than ordinary people because of the martial arts he has practiced. Through the skirt, Tang Jiaren could feel Qiu Yuebai's body temperature, cold.

Tang Jiaren turned over, broke free from Qiu Yuebai's arms, blushed, glared at him, turned around and walked out.

Qiu Yuebai picked up the book again, turned a page, and said, "The ram Diao is in the east wind, don't worry." ”

Tang Jiaren looked back at Qiu Yuebai and said, "You are really bad enough!" He clearly guessed why she was looking for him to go to Dongfeng Ke, but he was here...... Over here...... That's it for her!

Tang Jiaren felt that she was at a loss, suddenly turned around, rushed to Qiu Yuebai with a fierce momentum, lifted his chin, and kissed him very hard.

Due to the excessive force, the teeth hit the lips, and there was some pain.

After a kiss, Tang Jiaren raised her chin and strode away.

Qiu Yuebai held the scroll in her hand and froze on the spot.

An ice-sculpture-like face, slowly coated with a layer of pale pink, turned into a light orange under the yellowish candle flame. It's not gorgeous, but it has a different amorous taste. It seems that the immortals who don't understand lust have secretly drunk a few glasses of turbid wine, and they understand the infatuation in this world.

The scroll fell from his hand and he reached out to catch it. The corners of his lips slowly rose, and his smile was like the scenery and moon, and a smile fell into the city, and then he smiled at the country.

After Tang Jiaren walked out of the room, she also smirked. She looked back at the window and saw that the shadow of Qiu Yuebai fell on the window paper, which was extremely clear.

The movement of his lips with his hand was obviously silent, but it was like a firecracker lit on Tang Jiaren's heart, making her heart hot.

It's not that she doesn't understand his goodness, it's not that she doesn't know what he has done for her.

In this stormy river and lake, he held up an umbrella for her and protected her under his wings. Those who want to use her to blackmail Tang can only retreat.

If Qiu Yuebai didn't stand up and say that she was his cousin, she would probably have become a huge burden that Tang Buxiu had hung on his body.

Tang Bu ...... Tang Bu ......

He may not love her so much, but he really cares about her, cares about her, and loves her.

Whatever he wanted, she should be grateful that he raised her from childhood to adulthood. She shouldn't be a problem for him.

Her relationship with him was irreparable from the moment he gave her a marriage.

Tang Jiaren withdrew her gaze from the silhouette on the window and walked around the courtyard for a while.

The moon tonight is round and big, like an innocent eye, pure and natural, and does not understand human suffering.

Tang Jiaren had no intention of sleeping, climbed up the tree, picked up a handful of leaves, and tore them up irritably, scattering them all over the ground.

She frowned and let out a soft sigh.

Qiu Yuebai pushed open the window and looked at Tang Jiaren's back.

Outside the autumn breeze, on a big tree with lush leaves, a person stood quietly. Dressed in black and with black hair, it seems to come from the darkness, and it seems to be dissolved in the black. He didn't know how long he had been standing, and even the alert bird landed on his shoulder to comb his feathers, but he couldn't realize that it was not a tree trunk, but a person.

If you say you want to get married, you say you want to let go, how can you let go of your heart?

Such a small thing, from babbling to chasing chickens all over the yard with little fat legs; From the first tooth to looking at the meat in the pot and swallowing saliva; From climbing into a tree to dig out birds' eggs, to sleeping in a separate bed with him; From the ignorance of the relationship, to the understanding of each other's hearts and decided to rely on each other hand in hand......

Crying, laughing, crazy, angry, stupid, hateful, crazy...... So many of her, so many scenes, all lingering in Tang Bu's heart, brewing sweet, sour, bitter, astringent, fragrant, smelly, spicy and other tastes.

This world is no longer black and white. He has no regrets about what he has done. The world thinks of him as an unforgivable man, to satisfy their poor, lowly heart that wants to be a hero.

He was seriously wounded, but he pulled the decisive battle into order to cut through the chaos with a quick knife.

He died to give the world a relief. Presumably, after the marriage, if he dies, it will not make the beauty too sad.

He lives, and from now on, the world is even more afraid of him, who else dares to be unfavorable to Tang Jiaren?! He did not hesitate to turn into a demon and make enemies of everyone, and he must protect her.

Of course, the hand that is strategizing behind the scenes, he will also pull it out and screw it off!

Sixteen years ago, he killed people and became a demon, and his hands were stained with the blood of too many people, and now it is really difficult to find out the enemy behind the scenes. Having a mind or not is the most terrifying.

In this battle, Tang Buxiu was not sure of victory, so he pushed Tang Jiaren under the wings of Qiu Yuebai. He thought he would have peace of mind, but in fact he ...... All that remains is restlessness.

I couldn't help myself, and I came to Qiufengdu again, just to see her from afar. Knowing that she is safe and sound, it is his years of peace.

Still, he overestimated himself.

Through the window paper, he saw Tang Jiaren's kiss with Qiu Yuebai, which made him feel demonic.

The demon in the heart is swaying, and he can't wait to be full of human blood to be quiet.

Tang Buxiu's light-colored eyes were a little darker. The hair is windless and automatic, which makes people tremble.

The little bird, perched on his shoulder to comb his feathers, sensed the danger and suddenly flipped its wings and flew up.

Tang Buxiu stretched out his hand and grabbed it directly into his hand.

In the autumn wind crossing, Tang Jiaren began to climb up again, apparently planning to stand on the top of the tree.

Tang Buxiu's eyes shrank, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he seemed to stop Tang Jiaren, but after all, he just couldn't hang down.

Tang Jiaren stood on the wrist-thick branch and shook it slightly, letting the branch swing up and down with him, like a naughty child. Others were shocked to watch, but she had a lot of fun.

When she was tired of shaking, she squatted on the trunk of a tree like a cat, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Her hair was a little messy, and her round cat eyes reflected the moon in its truest form.

Qiu Yuebai looked at Tang Jiaren and knew that she was thinking about a man. The man is not him, but the story is about him.

Tang Bu looked at the beautiful woman and almost forgot to breathe. Such a lonely beauty is distressing. He knew that she must be thinking about him. He wanted her to hate him and stay away from him, but he also longed for her to bury him in the most secret and soft place in her heart.

Tang Buxiu really wanted to slowly swing under the tree as before, stretched out his hands, and said, "Come, let the teacher see if you are heavy." ”

Tang Jiaren would jump from the tree and jump directly into his arms.

The laughter and laughter of the past are vivid, but now they are not people, only a sigh is left, and they dissipate in the red dust.

Two men, one black and one white, are watching the cat that is silent in their own story.

When the wind blows, the slender branches shake, and the leaves shake with it, startling the beautiful woman's dreams.

She stood up, raised her hand, pointed at the moon, gritted her teeth and scolded, "You're a fool! Everyone borrows you to play and feel nostalgic for the Spring and Autumn Period, but you are like a day every year, hanging in the sky silly and happy! With a flick of his sleeves, he prepared to go down the tree in a huff.

The corners of Tang's lips curled into a smile, and he stretched out his hand and let go of the dying bird. In this world, nothing is more important than the casual jolly life of mushrooms. But whatever she wants, it is what he wills. As the mushroom said, the wheel in the sky is a silly moon, shining on the suffering of the world, listening to the poet's poverty and sourness, but still happy. His mushrooms, to make that moon. Regardless of the suffering of the world, silly happiness is enough.

Under the tree, I don't know when stood Autumn Moon White. He opened his arms and said, "Come down." ”

Tang Jiaren waved his hand and said, "You are injured, dodge, I can come up myself, and I can go down." With that, he climbed down the tree, put his hands behind his back, and went back to the house.