"Good sister, you miss a man!" Zhao Lingyan laughed, stretched out her white finger and scratched Wang Yurou's face, meaning shame, but she didn't really think that there was anything wrong with the girl's idea, Wang Yurou was nervous at first, and she was afraid for a while, but when she saw her little sister joking with her, she quickly adjusted the expression on her face, pretended to be joking, and chased Zhao Lingyan to pinch her face: "Little Nizi! Dare to make fun of my sister, you have grown up!" The two little girls laughed and chased for a long time, and finally Zhao Lingyan still fell into Wang Yurou's hands, and was held on the face and kissed on the forehead, so that she could be honest, and said while begging for mercy:

After all, who would dare to ask him if he had such a character...... I've only heard my brother say in private, he has many righteous brothers, all of whom are high-ranking figures, and as for the family, no one has ever said anything like that, so strange......"

When Wang Yurou heard this, her eyes lit up, but as soon as she thought about it, most of the light in her eyes went out. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "There's no turning back." She muttered to herself, saying words of unknown meaning, but in a very short time she adjusted, continued to hold her little sister's hand, and walked around this famous provincial hospital, not to mention.

But he said that Yinchen was ignorant, groggy, and unconsciously wandering around the huge provincial courtyard, as if he was hinted at by ghosts and gods, and walked towards the location of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in a twisting and turn. I was walking to most of the path, and I saw that the top of the emerald green of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was between the green reports, on the top of the purple and red, half-covered and half-exposed, it seemed to be a good and exquisite, but suddenly I heard a burst of Si Ai Ai, a low and tactful cry, which seemed to come from a certain hillside, Yinchen listened to it really, only felt that the cry was more like a song, and the song was like a cry, its tone was tactful, and its words were sad, and when I heard it in my ears, I only felt that my internal organs hurt together. I thought that in such a festive and lively mango festival, who girl who can't think of it wants to cry? Mango seed solar term, send flowers, it means that spring and summer are coming, flowers are withering, and it also means that the girl grows up and waits for good news. For thousands of years, mango seeds have been a festival for girls, laughing and playing, singing and blowing, and what kind of girls will cry at this time?

He was also curious, so he slowly descended the stone steps on the mountain, and went around to the back of the rockery, wanting to find out, and as he was walking, he heard the dense branches and leaves, and the cry came tactfully and ethereally, although he could hear the words, but he couldn't tell whose voice it was.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the curtain cherishes the spring, and she is full of sorrow and has nowhere to complain.

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth?

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of the peach and willow flying.

The peach and plum can be sent again next year, who does you know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing.

When can it be bright and fresh?

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is suffocated to bury the flower people.

Alone sprinkled the incense hoe with tears, sprinkled with flowers and branches to see blood marks.

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for being so sad? Half for pity and half annoyance.

The pity of the spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, knowing that it was the soul of the flower and the soul of the bird.

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to stay, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.

May the slave give birth to wings and fly down with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill?

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that the slave is dead and buried, it is not known when the slave will die?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies of old age!

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

When Yinchen heard half of it, he couldn't take a step, and he only felt a great sadness surging in his heart, as if all the colors between heaven and earth had disappeared in an instant, and not even gray was left, only the most boring black and white.

Before Yinchen knew it, a line of red blood had slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know if he had inadvertently bitten his tongue, or if the originally weak and weak singing voice was so powerful that it could hurt the internal organs of a legendary master. He was surrounded by the sound of singing not singing, and crying not like crying, as if through transparent amber, as if he had walked through the bottom of the deep sea, and in short, he made great efforts to the back of the rockery, between the layers of trees, and suddenly saw the pale pink figure between the two clean petals.

A flower hoe, a bag of tips, peach blossoms in the sky, falling like fire, the weak and sad figure, in this endless flying bright red shuttle, the petals that fluttered down, into the bag, with the hoe gently broke the land that left the residual peach fragrance, in the center of the peach tree around, set up a mound, with an expensive brocade show, the petals that fell silently, carefully buried.

She is so weak, between actions, delicate and slight, the whole body seems to have no weight, the breeze blows, the clothes and belts are flying, completely and completely different from the weak women in the mortal world, like the spirit of flowers, as if it is the god of flowers who is about to go away. She buried the petals of the flowers, and sang the little song she composed herself, which seemed absurd, but she did not know herself, just like the remnant soul of the fallen flowers, wandering alone near the tomb.

She buries flowers, but she is also burying herself, at least, she is burying her heart, right?

She may well be the most beautiful and beautiful girl in the world, but she is also a girl who is limited by this era of this world. From childhood to adulthood, what she followed, or what she was forced to follow, was still the order of her parents, the words of the matchmaker, even if he could do that deviant private lifelong thing, she still hoped that everything would return to the normal track, she hoped that the brother in her heart could act for her who was trapped in the boudoir, and invited the old matchmaker to move the old lady to marry her in style, and complete the most realistic and ultimate dream of a girl in this era. But is it possible today?

Apparently not.

There is no dowry, the letter of appointment was rejected by the old lady, and naturally broke the line of Brother Yinchen, the girls of the palace, for the position of Dafu Jin, the open and secret struggle has begun to appear, not to mention the dedication of a lifetime, I am afraid that in the end, I will not even be able to get a worthy name, can I still expect the second brother to be good to himself? Since the two lines are broken, not only is he helpless, alone, everything in this world no longer belongs to him, but he also wants to let his favorite brother Yinchen bear the terrible blow of his lover being separated and unable to love, obviously a pair of lovers, from the age of eleven or twelve to the age of sixteen or seventeen, he still firmly believes that the other party loves him, but after all, he has no fate! Since she is hiding her thoughts, burying the petals with the same fate as her, she naturally cries more and more sadly, and the little song on the side of her mouth is naturally more and more sad and moving.

Silver Dust walked halfway, and suddenly heard a few words of singing, as if he was hit head-on by the Great Zhou Heaven Exterminating God Thunder, and the whole person was almost turned into ashes!

"If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that the slave is dead and buried, it is not known when the slave will die?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies of old age!

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

Nothing else, it was these few words that he couldn't stand it at all, and every syllable, when he heard it in his ears, was like a bullet from a shot, breaking his heart one after another!

Yinchen couldn't know why Lin Xuanchen had such words, he couldn't imagine that Lin Xuanchen could copy these from any book, because these were only available in the ancient Gabroyle civilization, and only some references could be seen in the terminal of Canonicle, and it was impossible for Lin Xuanchen to really know how to open the terminal of the Canonikor civilization, let alone see the original content. And if she imagined it out of thin air and made it up by herself, then she ......

"If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that the slave is dead and buried, it is not known when the slave will die?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies of old age!

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

That voice was like a cry, listening to Yinchen's ears, as if it was like an infinite supergod forbidden spell continuously bombarding him, causing him to shatter his bones and lose his soul, unable to go to heaven, unable to go to hell, unable to enter reincarnation, and unable to transcend life forever! He knew what it was, he had seen two of the ten most powerful, deepest, and most immortal divine texts of ancient Gabriel, one "Zhou Yi", one "Red Chamber", one "Book of Origin", and one final work, which was enough to encompass all of Gabrioyle's ancient humanistic civilization. As a small mage after the great extinction of 100,000 years, Yinchen's own level is limited, even according to the annotations of the Heavenly Rank mages, he can't understand most of the content in the "Red Mansion" canon, and the only thing he can fully understand and remember is the few lines he just heard.

"If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that the slave is dead and buried, it is not known when the slave will die?

The slave is burying the flower man laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, which is when the red face dies of old age!

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

The eternal chant, the eternal sorrow, has been sung for 100,000 years and has never been surpassed. A person's tragedy, a person's tragedy, has become an eternal remembrance and regret of civilization, there is no shortage of Lin Daiyu in the world, every era, every empire, every famous family, every impassioned love legend, will not lack her figure, she is an eternal saint, glowing, standing at the end of the eternal cycle of love, beyond time, beyond fate, beyond reincarnation, and now watching, it is about to surpass the entire universe. The rules of the deepest part of the Gangfeng universe are completely different from the universe in which the galaxy is located, so Silver Dust has long concluded that he is not in the original world, the original time and space, and he has never really thought that he can go back. However, in this other world, he happened to hear the same words, the same songs, and saw almost the same scene as fate, and he couldn't help but think wildly.

Silver Dust couldn't be sure if she was the person, the artistic, idealized figure. The weak young *** miserable fate, sad songs, poignant redness, all of this, as if reincarnation, like reincarnation, seems to be just a projection of another world. True and false, disillusioned and empty, obviously a living girl is in front of me, but when I see her figure, I always feel transparent and illusory, like the soul of a flower, as if the soul wandering near the incense mound. She cried and sang, even if she buried flowers, why not bury herself?

The red is rising, the girl is poignant, the soul of the poem is buried, and the dusk is choking. Yinchen listened to the sad song and cried, and finally understood in the severe pain that he and her were the real fateful meeting.

She was the man, but he wasn't the jade. She reproduced the rarest aura in heaven and earth, the most brilliant divine show, but he was no longer the rich son, but he had to bear the destiny of an entire otherworldly civilization. He is a time-traveler, a stranger and the embodiment of another civilization, and she is the embodiment of this splendid and cruel, long-standing and closed local civilization. Their encounter, acquaintance, and final development are not the love affair of two people, let alone the joke and immature agreement of two children, but the first love of two civilizations.

They all originate from the essence of China, but they are different from the essence of China, he belongs to the attacking Chinese civilization, belongs to the Chinese people who disguise the power of cultivation as magic, is the authentic bloodline, the product of advancing with the times, and she is the ancient in the memory, is the Chinese essence of the alienation into the Gangfeng civilization, is the collection of thousands of gentle Jiangnan women, the collection of Gusu Lingxiu, the spokesperson, she adheres to the long-standing tradition, and she is committed to the enterprising future.

Their love affair is a love affair between the past and the future of an ancient god, the first love of two civilizations, and the first contact between two parallel universes that may never intersect. In the other world, she reinterpreted the person's "Funeral Flower Yin" in the other world, not only crying, not only a paraplegia helpless against fate, but also a certain spiritual guidance for him, a hint of fate, and a familiar eternity, revealing an unforeseen tomorrow. She was crying, in despair, and in that crying, he became stronger and stronger, and made up his mind.