Before Ziwei's body moved, the hanging basket had already risen, and Hunt Qi pulled the rope and raised her head and said to Ziwei: "Sit down, go up immediately, after you go up, you sit in the hanging basket, don't move, wait for me to come up and pull you up." (Biqu Pavilion), it's safer this way. ”

The hanging basket creaked up, Ziwei held the piano with one hand, grabbed the hanging basket tightly with one hand, and the rattan clattered her delicate palm, suggesting that she should not move, this is not a joke, Ziwei's body stiffened, and she no longer moved in the hanging basket.

The hanging basket continued to creak upward, and her heart also whetted her appetite with the hanging basket, and Ziwei went up with the hanging basket with curiosity.

Hunting Qi pulled the red rope smoothly, the red rope in his hand seemed to be replaced by the joy nine years ago, the five of them were also tied by a red rope, came to the jubilant hall, and the county lord sleeping in the hammock held a happy ceremony, when the master of ceremonies whispered a promise: one worship heaven and earth, two worship the high hall, husband and wife worship, he knew that this body is like the red rope in his hand, twisting and pinching to extend the fate of the red rope.

The red rope is getting longer and longer in his hand, and the intersection of fate will twist along this red rope, and the red rope squeaks and sings the oldest ballad, is this the ending he is pursuing?

What will be the fate of this red rope?

Is it unraveling?

Or tie it tightly

The hanging basket slowly and steadily rose into the air, standing high to see the distance, sitting high to see farther, Ziwei raised her head, the big cottage in the house has a panoramic view, the pavilions and pavilions, the scenery of the small bridge and flowing water is very beautiful, the courtyard of Hunting Qi is extremely soft and tactful, everywhere is rippling blue waves, and the promenade is meandering. The entire yard is covered with lush green bamboo. If you don't climb high and look far away, it is difficult to see the whole picture under the green bamboo cover.

The night breeze gently brushed her cheeks, and Ziwei's heart shook with the hanging basket, she clung to the rope, her eyes wide open, watching the branches flash away from her, smelling the flowers, and feeling her irregular heartbeat. Nervously, he rose to the top of the tree and stopped.

Ziwei lowered her head and looked at Hunt Qi, who was ten feet away from her: "Why did you stop." As soon as these words were spoken, Ziwei regretted it a little, and looked up at the top of her head, and the hanging basket had no room to rise.

Ziwei immediately changed her tone and blamed the trouble: "You put me here, I can't go up or down, what are you messing about?" ”

Hunt Qi didn't answer her immediately, but stretched the rope around the tree a few times and tied it, trying the bearing of the rope, estimating that the rope was tied very firmly, before letting go.

Ziwei was so frightened that she immediately screamed: "Hey, why did you let go of your hand, if the hanging basket falls, you have to catch me." ”

Before Ziwei's words fell, suddenly, a flower appeared in front of her eyes. A dark figure jumped up from the ground, and after a few rubs, he jumped up along the trunk of the tree, grabbed the branch and jumped over, sat on the branch and reached out and lifted the hanging basket and placed it beside him.

Raised his slender hand, shook it in front of Ziwei's eyes, looked at Ziwei who was unknown and in a daze, and smiled: "The county lord stretches out your hand, and I'll pull you over." ”

Crape myrtle sits in a hanging basket. Seeing Ruyu's slender hand stretched out in front of him, the little moonlight leaking from the branches of the sparse tree hit his palm, glowing with a silver-white mottled light, this hand was like a change of tricks, and before Ziwei could figure out whether to give herself to him, Hunt Qi had already pulled her out of the hanging basket and brought her to his side.

"Ah" A scream frightened the birds returning to the tree out of the nest, flapping their wings and flying out of the tree, Ziwei pressed her beating heart with her hand, and her heart did not return to its place for a long time, and it was still beating irregularly. She didn't dare to make a mistake now, and her hands tightly grabbed the corners of his clothes and didn't dare to let go.

After a while, the beating heart slowly calmed down, and the hand tightened into his arms, feeling wrong, his hands were empty, and then he felt that he didn't know when, the piano he was holding in his arms was gone, and he didn't hear the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Turning her head and seeing Hunt Qi smiling and looking at the panicked little face, Ziwei immediately understood, Hunt Qi Bacheng took advantage of her soul to be unstable, afraid that her center of gravity would not be stable and she would not be able to sit steadily, so she took the piano that was lying in her arms, and she still asked uneasily: "Where is the piano?" ”

Ziwei tugged on to Hunt Qi tightly, felt the body temperature coming from his body, and didn't think much about it, but clinged to him tightly like a bird.

"Don't panic, the county lord won't lose the piano, hold me tight, sit tight, don't fall." A reassuring word came from the branch of Fu Shu, which relieved Ziwei's frightened heart a little.

The branches were shaking, and Hunt Qi placed Ziwei on a thick branch and sat down, and when she hugged the branch tightly, she pulled away from her, and Ziwei hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing, come over quickly." ”

"Don't move, sit down." A white shadow scurried into the deeper branches, and there was a rustling sound above her head, Ziwei didn't dare to disturb him, working at height, and without any safety protection, for fear that her screams would make him uneasy, and make a mistake, falling from such a high tree, if she doesn't die, she will fall and be crippled, and her responsibility will be great.

Therefore, Ziwei gritted her teeth, afraid to make a sound, but opened her eyes nervously, watching the movement of Hunt Qi's figure through the hazy mottled moonlight, and after a while, Hunt Qi moved in front of her, and hugged her, Crape Myrtle breathed a sigh of relief, and before she could breathe, Hunt Qi's next move made her creepy, she exhaled and called out: "You, what are you doing?" ”

Hunt Qi looked at her with a smile: "What do you say I want to do?" ”

Ziwei's eyes widened, and she saw that in the faint moonlight, Jia Qi held her waist with one hand and pressed her waist with the other hand to untie her belt.

This scene is so familiar, so familiar, it seems that I have seen the same action somewhere, oh, Ziwei remembered, under the moonlight of the lotus pond, a breeze blew, she unconsciously shivered, Hunt Qi stood on the boat and this action, at that time Ziwei also scolded him: "What do you want to do?" He also had such a smiling expression: "County Lord, what do you say I want to do?" ”

After a while, a robe fell on her, blocking the night wind.

After figuring out some things, Ziwei was embarrassed and silenced and stopped asking him.

A chuckle came, falling on Ziwei's ears, extremely harsh in the silent night, an ambiguous chuckle with unknown meaning, and Ziwei immediately became a big red face when she laughed, fortunately it was at night, and her embarrassment was covered under the cover of night.

Ziwei muttered unadmittedly: "What does it mean? And the rest of the words were no longer spoken, and I could not say them.

Hunt Qi smiled and untied her robe and draped it on Ziwei's body, wrapping her tightly from head to toe, and then holding her waist to lift her breath through the dense branches, in the process of moving quickly, Ziwei clearly felt the branches scraping the robe on her body, and she wrapped it very tightly without any scratches at all.

She was in her robe, with big eyes, although it was dark in front of her, and she couldn't see anything, but she could feel that Huntie took him to the dense bushes, and through the layers of branches was afraid that the branches would scratch her, so she took off her robe to protect her, it turned out that she had misunderstood his intentions, and almost misunderstood him.

This hunting qi is full of twists and turns? Never know what he's thinking?

When Ziwei sighed, her butt fell on a soft quilt and sat on it steadily, this, how does this feel like a bed, who would move a bed to a tree in the middle of the night,

It doesn't make sense,

It's not in line with the etiquette, huh?

Ah, just when Ziwei was surprised, Jia Qi slowly unwrapped her extremely tightly wrapped robe. The dreamlike whisper made Ziwei's heart tremble, her face red, and her ears red, like a spell floating from the deep forest of the valley made Ziwei freeze: "You are mine tonight, don't open your eyes, close them." You are mine. ”

As if someone had immobilized herself, Ziwei was stunned and frozen, and a pair of slender big doubles took care of everything.

It was late at night.

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