"Later, what are you thinking, so absent-minded?"

An Youju couldn't help but smile bitterly, at such a gentle time, she had other things on her mind, so she could only shake her head, the woman he fell in love with for the first time in his life was also a woman he thought he was going to miss, in order to fulfill her, he had already missed it once, and he would never let her leave his sight again,

She seems to have changed, from an eclectic woman, slowly becoming a qualified wife, once she was as bright as the sun when she laughed, and as turbulent as waves when she cried, unlike many women he had seen, unconsciously, as if she had begun to pay attention to her, pay attention to her every move, and smile.

He wanted to give her the best in the world, and for the first time he knew what pure desire was, no matter what she became, even if the color of her eyes was different, it was just a little lighter, maybe as she once said, the ink color would fade when she cried a lot.

Deeply contemplating, panting and looking at the person who had already fallen asleep in his arms, his heart was already slightly dry, he never thought that Bai Ji would be so frivolous Meng Lang.

It's like a love story between a white snake and a person she once told. It's just that the ending was a little tragic, and later, not together.

She said that the white snake cultivated for thousands of years and turned into a beautiful woman, looking for the former benefactor Xu Xian, in order to repay the kindness and promise each other, they have been loving and respecting each other, until one day, a monk named Fahai came and told Xu Xian that Bai Suzhen is a thousand-year-old snake spirit change,

Xu Xian couldn't accept the reality of becoming a monk with Fahai and cutting off the past.

The White Lady and her sister Xiaoqing did not hesitate to flood Jinshan in order to save Xu Xian, and caused countless deaths and injuries due to fetal gas, leaving only Fahai and the newborn baby behind.

In fact, if it is true love, why care if it is a human or a demon, it is because Xu Xian does not love the white lady enough and has no sincerity.

And he is not the cowardly scholar, he can still hold the sword in his hand, gallop and fight, and protect her safety, but she seems to care more about the rest of the things than about herself, and she is constantly worried all day long, afraid that people will have problems if she stays like this for a long time, she is always thoughtful, and she doesn't know what she is thinking,

I thought that if she married herself, she could get closer, closer, but who knows, there is an insurmountable barrier between them, separated in the middle, so that she can't get close to herself, and that's the situation of this thousand years,

She once said that she didn't belong here, it was from a thousand years later, he also thought about this problem, but what is this, it may also be a fateful thing, a destiny that is set in the dark, she will meet him, not pragmatic when, what place, even if it changes her life and appearance, among thousands of people, she can still recognize her at a glance and fall in love with her again,

This is fate, and it is not clear and unclear!

When he woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day, and with each step, his steps became heavier and heavier, and he always remembered the faint fragrance on her body last night, the soft and smooth skin, every time he thought

Hug her tightly but don't dare to hug her for fear of hurting her, and won't let go, once she lets go, she will leave quickly, and for some reason she wants herself.

Gao Wanyue sat in front of the dresser, carefully tamped her hair with a peach wood comb, opened the innermost layer of the dressing box, and took out a vermilion pill from the medicine bottle and swallowed it.

"Hey..."sighed softly, I'm afraid this is the estrangement between her and An Youjue, and the fact that she secretly took the child-avoiding medicine must not let others know, the fewer people who know, the better, "Actually, I can't lie to you!" ”

"Who did the eldest princess deceive again?" Such a flirtatious voice came from outside the door, and the bright red clothes should be in front of the window, and even if you don't have to look, you can know who it is,

"Huachen, don't come unharmed." Gao Wanyue pursed her lips, she didn't expect him to come back here at this time, "How does it feel to travel all over the world?" Is it much more comfortable than when you were in the princess's mansion? ”

Now I am also very envious of her, a trip that can be said to go, but there is much more freedom, and people without any restraint are the freeest.

In fact, there are different definitions of freedom, he is just the freedom to travel, the most important thing is to look at his heart, give up everything in his heart, he can live freely, her unhappiness is still unwilling to let go of herself in the end,

"Yes, it's very free, I guess you envy me too." He smiled a little proudly, but after the uninhibited smile, there was a lot of coldness, and only after being saved by wandering outside would he know how important the meaning of stability is.

Wandering around will eventually end up in one place, but now he is going to start a new wandering, staying here for a month, there are new discoveries, and he has met his former mortal enemy, and now it is really time to go, and if he doesn't leave, it will only bring her unnecessary trouble,

"What's that, it's good for my family to be reunited." She casually raises the bar with him, and every time she meets, she will quarrel with him, which is also the joy of trivial life on weekdays!

Looking at the Zhu Gate that was blocking them, the door was closed, as if her heart had been completely left here, and she had long forgotten everything about Yecheng, and asked, "Could it be that the eldest prince wants to talk to me through the door all the time?" ”

"Or else? I am now disheveled, and I am a wife, and it must be inconvenient for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room. "She has a sore waist and legs now, and she doesn't want to get up and dress up to see him, since she always has to separate, why should she care if she sees him for the last time,

What you can't keep can only pass away with the wind, never keep it, and there is no need to put down your body, so wouldn't you lose your arrogance?

"Since the eldest princess doesn't want to see it, her subordinates will leave, if you can return to Yecheng to reopen the mansion in the future, you are willing to serve the dogs and horses."

In her heart, she has been looking forward to going back one day, there is him, Duanma, and Gao Wanyue, who is the backbone of the princess's mansion, she is all the hope of the princess's mansion, he stands on the roof of the mansion, and will not let irrelevant people get closer

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Protecting this mansion and guarding his own home, this thing that he no longer had, has returned to his side,

"I have a heart." She chuckled, still happily combing her green silk, "But maybe I'll never go back." There is a kind of intimate feeling there, but she will never go back, she has her own home again, here for a lifetime, she once wanted to live like this for the rest of her life, but there is always a little unwillingness in her heart,

"My subordinates believe that you will go back!" His very provocative voice, hearing her frowning, this person can say it without any scruples, I can't help but feel unhappy, the thoughts she buried in her heart were blurted out by him like this, why did he see it so clearly,

She slammed the comb on the table with a thud and said angrily, "Don't be presumptuous. "It's always like this to say her heart lightly,

Do you know how tired this flattery is? How unwilling she is, whether to fight or not is no longer something she can decide, if she can be in charge, she wants to fight the sword world and be chic in the world!

She likes simplicity, she doesn't like the feeling of trouble and tiredness, those previous schemes have been getting farther and farther away from her, and she has never wanted to get back the feeling she once had, and now she can't do it as an idle woman at home, because she wants to do nothing anyway, and it is better to stay in the princess's mansion.

"The subordinate has lost his word." He lowered his head, but his temperament had not changed as always, "That subordinate has said goodbye, and there is a fate to say goodbye." He turned away, and there was no more sound.

Knowing that he was leaving, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she never took a step, pushed open the door and took a look at his appearance, because even if she saw it, she would still leave, because she would be even more reluctant to see it.

The people around me left one after another, all became passers-by for a short stay, I am afraid that there is nothing in this world that can last forever, and the most magnificent city will eventually turn into a handful of yellow sand in the pen of historical history, but the legends and deeds we leave behind will be in their carriers and bodies after decay and erosion, turned into a shadow in the historical sand, entangled in eternity, never gone.

Picked up the comb, crossed the three thousand green silks, and ran under the bed to open a jar of wine, which she secretly buried here, and came here to drink a drop of wine, but today she couldn't hold back anymore, she raised the wine jug, swallowed the clear elixir into her throat, and then threw it aside, it seemed to be a pot of clear and strong spirits, she had a faint drunkenness.

"If you don't get drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk, and one sin will relieve a thousand sorrows." When she was in a melancholy mood, she heard a cooing sound, and pushed open the window, and there the pigeon was again, but it looked different from the previous one, with two pinches of black hair on its head, and it was not the one that had been released yesterday.

It should be another, untie the bamboo tube at its feet, and hurriedly look at his handwriting, it turns out that he has not domesticated more than one pigeon, but the recent too frequent correspondence has made it impossible to say,

In the past, it was just said: everything is fine, the short four words, including everything, save unnecessary trouble, but when the medicine is about to be enough, it will be changed to: the medicine is not enough,

But now she was bored with the pen, ready to write more, perhaps by the power of wine, she also wanted to find someone to open her heart, the already small note was densely written by her a bunch of words, although crooked but still able to see clearly, released the pigeon into the sky, straightened her clothes and pushed open the door.

The candle flame is bright or dark, and the man in the shadow of the lamp carefully unfolds the bamboo tube from the note in the pigeon's leg, only four words are enough for him to watch for a long time, each time it is a few words, and after reading it, he carefully puts it in the box and locks it, and never mentions it to anyone.

The small characters of Juanjuan are beautiful and long, fresh and elegant, when it is really a word like its person, looking at this small character of Juanjuan, I think of a beautiful woman thousands of miles away, although she is not stunning, alluring the country, but the charm is different from the ordinary just beautiful woman,

Full of enthusiasm, righteous rhetoric, more like a sour Confucian scholar, not like a young woman, thinking of her so-called persistence, I want to laugh, a pair of smoky gray eyes, it seems that she is exquisite.

Under the moonlight, the woman was dressed in a silver-gray robe and walked freely on the deserted street, when no one cared about her, she could act arbitrarily, because there were many things about lost children recently, so the street was empty every late night, afraid of encountering bandits,

Such a quiet day is rare, a person with a folding fan, humming a small tune, looking at the distant moon in the sky, "The cold night, the breeze whispered into my dream..."

It's like a night harrier in the dark night that is soaked in the night, and can still carry out the mud without staining, the butterfly dances, as if hearing a voice sobbing in a low voice, like a displaced little beast, licking its wounds alone, looking for a sound,

I saw a child curled up in the corner of the wall, his clothes were covered with dust, and there were a few scars on his arms, looking very scared, "Quan'er? Gao Wanyue looked at him, this was not Zhang Quan from Aunt Zhang's house next door, "Why haven't you come home so late?" I don't know if it's been peaceful lately? ”

(End of chapter)