A lovesick song, blowing emotionally shaking the sky, faintly pouring out lovesickness. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

It turned out that Jia Qi understood that when Ziwei once entered the palace, she passed by the flowers and saw the butterflies flying in the flowers, so she insisted on getting out of the car and told him how Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were incarnated as plates, and they stayed with each other for the rest of their lives, and Liang Shanbo became Zhu Yingtai's watchman and butterfly messenger.

Hunt Qi listened to Liang Zhu's story, his dark eyes were deep, like two black gems inlaid in the sky, he became Ziwei's best listener, listened to Liang Zhu's story, ignored a pair of searching and expectant eyes, he didn't say much, just stuffed a bottle into her palm.

This person is not her lover.

Ziwei left him sadly and entered the palace. This bottle caused a lot of trouble, which made her unable to get out, and made her have a grudge against Hunt Qi.

The acacia minor key was played faintly, and Ziwei understood the meaning of the minor key, and watched the stars on the tree. The big is hidden in the city, the small is hidden in the wild, hidden in the rivers and lakes and does not envy the immortals, and the emotions move the sky!

Will her wish to be a good companion under the breeze tree come true?

Who is this lovesick song blowing for?

Is it to her?

Or to her?

Blowing a thousand years of lovesickness!

Crape myrtle lay on the wooden board, her hands pillowed behind her head, smelling the fragrance sent by the night breeze, looking at the flickering stars in the sky from the tree, her heart was also ups and downs, covered with a hazy veil. She couldn't let go, looking at the stars in the sky now was far from the feeling of looking at the stars in the sky just now.

The twinkling stars made her mood fluctuate even more, and when she woke up, she was at odds with them, and often quarreled, and she ran to her father crying, and demanded that they all be driven out of the house.

Overnight, they disappeared from the mansion, and their fate ended here.

Since then, she has lived a quiet and quiet life, reading and writing, playing the piano and painting everything to learn, doing everything, doing everything, the mother hugged her and cried with joy, and said to the prince: "Prince, thanks to the heavens, bless Weier to grow up, tomorrow I will go to Xiangguo Temple to worship incense and repay my vows, and ask Fu Bo to send 10,000 taels of silver tickets and sesame oil money." Thank you well, Bodhisattva. ”

The prince nodded with a smile: "That's very good." Keep my son safe. ”

The prince and the princess sternly admonished the people in the palace: "Do not allow any irrelevant people to approach the county lord's bedroom, and do not talk about everything about the county lord to people outside, including food and daily life, temperament and hobbies, and severely punish those who violate the order according to the rules of the palace." ”

The subordinates in the mansion were silent about everything about the county lord, no one dared to talk about it, and they didn't even dare to have the idea of looking at the county lord, and some of the subordinates stayed in the mansion for a few years, and there were many people who didn't know what the county lord looked like.

Ziwei grew up in the palace without leaving home under the careful care of the prince and the princess, and when she was fourteen years old, suddenly her good days came to an end overnight.

If there is fate in this life, you can watch the stars on the tree.

If you don't have a chance in this life, why do you see each other again?

Turning into a butterfly is not what I want, just to be able to sleep with you in life and death!

Letter!

Still don't believe it!

Ziwei tasted the meaning of the song, and a sense of joy slowly rose in her heart, and the tenderness and sweetness in her clear eyes were sparkling. The handsome face softened in the moonlight, the headband behind his head fluttered in the wind, and the branches above his head swayed back and forth in the night breeze with the moonlight.

The crape myrtle tree seemed to have spirituality, sensing the mood of the two, and with the movements of Hunt Qi, the breeze caressed between the branches. Playing beautiful music, as if soothing people who can't rest with their hearts, whispering whispers, soothing the restless heart, melting into the beauty of the night, tonight is a beautiful night, but also a romantic night.

"That's good." Ziwei admired from the bottom of her heart, listening to the lingering tune, and let out an exclamation of admiration.

Hunting Qi patiently blew the last note, his tongue curling up the leaves in his mouth, and kept turning around, changing different shapes.

Blowing twice from time to time, the tune is not in tune, and the tone that is not in tune breaks the quiet night, giving people a heartwarming feeling, as if there is something slowly flowing in Ziwei's heart, growing rapidly like a madweed.

"County Lord, is the night beautiful?" The dissonant voice was replaced by a gentle voice of Hunt Qi, like a winding river slowly flowing in her heart, Hunt Qi turned to the side and lay down next to Ziwei on the narrow plank.

The branches swayed, the planks creaked and the weight of the planks creaked, and Ziwei's body moved, trying to make some space.

Before the exclamation was finished, the body was tightly held in the arms by a strong big hand, and the half of the body that fell down moved back to the plank, and the slightly trembling body nestled into the warm arms: "Don't move, the county lord." It's okay to lie down quietly. ”

Hunt Qi put one hand into her neck and put it under her head as a pillow to let her lie comfortably, and the other one wasted no time in landing on her back and patting it gently, comforting the frightened night terror.

Ziwei lay beside him, feeling his powerful heartbeat, the male breath continued to rush into her nose, and her heart began to beat irregularly.

Turning his face sideways to look at the man beside him, a pair of big eyes crashed into a pair of black eyes that sparkled like stars, these black eyes carried too many thoughts at this time, and they were like that song that blew lovesickness.

In the moonlight, the dark eyes stared at the dusty and beautiful face, becoming gentle and hazy. A hoarse voice sounded in her ears: "County Lord, do you know how long I have waited for tonight?" ”

Ziwei was silent, dodging the forced gaze of his eyes and looking away. Hunt Qi moved her head over, her dark eyes locked on her big blank eyes, these eyes were extremely clear, without a trace of pretentious impurities, I don't know, I just don't know.

"Lord of the county, how can you forget the romantic night I promised you?" Hunting Qi firmly hugged her body that wanted to move, not allowing her to escape his grip, he was very patient and waited for her answer, and he didn't care how long he waited.

He's waiting!

Waiting for her answer.

He was willing to wait as long as he could.

It turns out that all this is a condom, put her on the bait, and set out her words, if she answers correctly, she is crape myrtle, and if she answers wrong, she is not crape myrtle.

This person is so terrible, she knows everything about crape myrtle, last time she was forced to go to the lotus pond, this time she was forced to the crape myrtle tree by Shui Zhihan's hand, why did she still believe in this gentle liar, why was it planted in the hands of this liar at the same time?

Why?

Is it a slight miss for him?

Hunt Qi slowly grabbed her hand and gently stroked the smooth and delicate skin, Ziwei pumped her hand in annoyance and shy, and whispered: "Let go, men and women don't kiss." ”

Hunting Qi continued to lock Ziwei, grabbed her hand and reached under the quilt, her hand groped on the smooth wooden board, suddenly, Ziwei's heart sank, her slender fingers were held by the warm big hand and pushed forward, and the smooth wooden board was carved with scratches one by one, a total of fifteen scratches under the count.

Where is this romantic night?

Or a foggy night?

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