The chain was on the edge Chinese of a cliff, next to a majestic ancient pine.

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It waits in the magical Dongling Mountain, a spiritual haven for the good men and women who come to make wishes.

"Today, with Cangsong as proof, my Emperor Jinxuan is willing to marry Ji Qingge forever, live forever, and will not be separated." A trace of resoluteness flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, staring at Ji Qingge, and asked softly

"Was there such a thing in your time? Is it an antique? ”

"Concentric locks are not antiques." Ji Qingge smiled happily and said in a tactful voice

"In many famous mountains and ancient temples in country C, some iron chains are locked with lover's locks." She raised her eyebrows lightly, raised the golden key in her hand high, and threw it to Di Jinxuan

"I'm going to throw it away" eyes,

"Huh?" Di Jinxuan nodded knowingly, and stretched out his hand to point to the bottom of the deep mountain. Seeing that Ji Qingge was still holding the key in his hand, he raised his eyebrows a little impatiently and asked

"What are you doing with it?"

"Haha." Di Jinxuan's angry appearance made Ji Qingge laugh like a silver bell.

The laughter of the warbler and the song of the swallow spread over the silent hill, attracting several songs of magpies.

The faint sunlight scattered on her fair and beautiful melon seed face, shining her narrow and beautiful eyes full of smiles, illuminating her smart eyes, and adding a little more rippling waves.

The cold wind blew and lifted her clothes and flew away. Her slender figure looked extremely thin in the cold wind.

Standing beside Di Jinxuan, she still couldn't reach his shoulder height. The corners of her lips drew a self-deprecating smile, feeling that she was with him, and she became more and more petite.

The height of this life is about 1.63 to 1.65 meters, which is slightly shorter than in the previous life. But Di Jinxuan's figure is extraordinarily long.

Ji Qingge raised his right hand above his head, then stood on tiptoe and made a slight gesture, landing on the tip of the beauty of his hairline.

She smiled wickedly and gritted her teeth slightly

"You've figured it out. If I throw it down, the key will never come back. Di Jinxuan saw her inkblot and took the key from her hand with a displeased expression.

I saw that the object flew out of his palm, turned into a small golden shadow, and fell into the valley...... Before even the sound of farewell came, it disappeared in an instant.

Ji Qingge's back was against the iron chain at the cliff where the concentric locks were locked, and a smile of relief appeared on his beautiful and vulgar face.

Dongling Mountain is higher, and the valley is too far away from her. His peach blossoms were locked up by her, and he threw them to the bottom by himself.

What could be more satisfying in the world than cutting off the peach blossoms of her beloved?

"Qingge, this time, can you rest assured of me?" Di Jinxuan's back was tightly leaning against the iron chain on the edge of the cliff, facing Ji Qingge, hugging her and asking softly.

"Don't worry, I've always been very relieved of my husband." Ji Qingge hugged him anxiously and begged

"Don't stand here, okay? I'm so scared of you. ”

"Afraid of what?" Di Jinxuan's thin lips provoked a playful smile and said

"Concubine Ai can rest assured. As a husband, this kind of 'living Hades' will not be able to die even if he falls to the bottom. "Still at rock bottom?

In her previous life, when she was on a mission, she fell off a cliff with a female drug owl and died together. The heart-rending pain, the heart-piercing pain, she still remembers it for the rest of her life.

I don't want her emperor to try again. Ji Qingge's clear eyes instantly swept through a trace of panic.

She subconsciously hugged Di Jinxuan's slender waist and carefully dragged him to a majestic ancient tree opposite the chain.

The dappled sunlight, through the branches of the ancient trees, scattered on the elegant figure of Di Jinxuan.

A white shadow standing on the edge of the verdant ancient pine, with fluttering clothes. The handsome, deep silhouette looks as if it had been carved by an axe and chisel.

In Di Jinxuan's starry eyes, there is a reflection of the cold air that can be compared with the top of Dongling Mountain. The ink hair like a waterfall, like flowing clouds, poured down and scattered around his waist.

Strands of hair streaked across the brilliant jade on the hilt of the sword at his waist, flying in the air. Ji Qingge admires a man like him.

Whether he is in the city devastated by the blizzard, or standing on the top of the silent Dongling Mountain. He can maintain his unique calmness in the hustle and bustle of the world, in the turbulent crowd.

As she once said frankly to Yan Fengxing,

"Prince Yan and Prince Qi are both somewhat similar to Lord Xiao, but...... None of them are independent beautiful men. "Yan Wangye is cold and violent, and Qi Wangye is charming and charming, but they are far less handsome, ethereal, and elegant than her Xiao Wangye.

Di Jinxuan held Ji Qingge's right hand tightly, and when he stared at her, his deep eyes revealed endless doting.

She smiled knowingly, tapped her toes with him, and the two of them jumped to the top of the ancient tree at the top of Dongling Mountain.

In order to practice light skills, practice the ability to fly on the wall. During the time when she was in Yancheng, she learned the art of climbing over the wall from Di Jinxuan.

Now that she can finally fly with him, she raises her eyebrows and smiles like a flower. The delicate body was gently held in the arms of Di Jinxuan, and he leaned lazily on the branches of the ancient tree, not afraid at all.

Ji Qingge, who was held in the arms of Di Jinxuan, could take a panoramic view of the luxurious panorama of the imperial city of Jing'an.

She couldn't help but sigh

"It's a pity that I don't have enough drawing skills. Otherwise, I might be able to draw a panorama of Jing'an City. Maybe it will be able to make the discerning person look like it and leave it to the world in the future. After hearing this, Di Jinxuan asked with interest

"Concubine Ai wants to draw a panorama of Jing'an City?" It couldn't have been easier for him. Because a few years ago, when he accompanied his mother to Dongling Taoist Temple to make a wish, he had already painted.

It's just that the paintings of Jing'an City and Dongling Mountain painted at that time were collected by his mother as priceless treasures.

He planned in his heart that he had to send a painting to his concubine.

"yes, it's a shame that I didn't have a DSLR camera to take pictures." Ji Qingge tilted his head, smiled playfully at Di Jinxuan, and said

"It's very good to see the landscape paintings that my husband left in the study. Can the concubine take advantage of the approaching New Year to ask her husband for a painting? Di Jinxuan's eyes instantly flashed with joy.

Lightly opened the thin lips and said jokingly

"It's good, it's just that you need inspiration to paint. If you just paint landscapes, you tend to fall asleep. ”

"Or, the concubine waits by her husband's side all day and makes tea for her husband?" Ji Qingge stretched out his hand and brushed his sleeves and asked softly.

"The husband admits that the concubine is indeed waiting by the husband's side every day these days." The corners of Di Jinxuan's lips provoked a wicked smile, rubbed his chin against her forehead, and said softly

"How can you find inspiration in tea?"

"Then you say, how do you find it?" A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Qingge's eyes, and he asked with some impure thoughts

"Husband, should you be...... Want to draw another little picture book, right? With that "The Wind and Moon Chapter of the Xiliang Heart Sutra", do you draw another copy of "The Wind and Moon Chapter of the Xiyue Heart Sutra"? A trace of embarrassment flashed in Di Jinxuan's eyes, and he explained in a low voice

"The folk customs of the Xiyue Dynasty have not yet opened up to the extent that Concubine Ai imagined. Once upon a time, there was a book called "Jing'an Sutra: Fengyue Chapter", which was very popular in the previous dynasties. "Cat flutter Chinese