She did what she had just done and shouted, "Lan, come out quickly." ”

A burst of white light flashed, and after it disappeared, Xunyue's white round body was revealed, with a pointed head, like a miniature version of a radish. She curled the corners of her mouth: That's fine, you don't have to worry about losing it. As soon as her eyes closed, she felt a light hand in her hand, and somewhere in her mind, a small world suddenly appeared, and "Lan" was suspended in the center.

In another carriage, Shang Jin was lying on his side on the couch, his index finger and middle finger twisting a transparent water droplet, and then pinching it and putting it in the sun to watch. The light and shadow are finely fragmented, and the word "condensation" between the transparent dark wood is particularly clear and conspicuous. "Condensation, determination." The formless water, when it becomes the rain falling, is carved into eternity in a static pattern.

Like her, when she first saw the wind, she was unpredictable; Goodbye is like electricity, sharp and dazzling; And now, it is like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, no matter how fierce the fire, it can't melt half of its form.

He would rather she be a wisp of clouds on the top of Dai's mountain, although changeable, but not as invisible as the wind, as fierce as the electricity, and as hard as the ice—it seems soft, but it has its own pride. Suddenly that beautiful face appeared in front of her eyes, her joy, her laughter, her annoyance, and her stunned...... It's all very vivid.

He was stunned: unconsciously, he remembered everything about her. However, she is ruthless, ruthless, and unpredictable, and he still hates her at the beginning? When did it start......

The words of Master Zhiyin in the temple suddenly echoed in his ears: "The beloved of the donor in this life is very similar to the donor, both of them are like the meteorite, once they meet, both sides will be destroyed." "Could it be......

Thoughts are like balls of yarn, and they are even more confused. Shang Jin shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

An hour later, the carriage had slowly driven into the territory of Di Kingdom.

Pi Guo is known for its natural scenery in the world, compared with it, Di Guo's finely carved pavilions and pavilions, listening to perfume pavilions, although not simple, but it has its own charm. Mu Ningjiu and his entourage found the largest inn in Di Kingdom, Feiyun Pavilion, and went back to their rooms to rest. Yu Chixuan instructed the shopkeeper to set up a sumptuous dinner and treat everyone. Mu Changfeng is undoubtedly the most excited.

After a sleep, Mu Ningjiu felt refreshed. As meal approached, she put on her coat and went to bathe in the private bath in the backyard of her room. The bath is smoky and has a faint scent of roses.

Approaching, there is a circular bath, surrounded by several large peng carved from white jade, lifelike, and the hot water spit out of the mouth is poured into the main pool, making a "bang-la-la" sound.

On the water, covered with fresh red roses, on the shore of marble shelves, a total of three layers. On the first layer, there are honey locusts, soapberries, pancreas, and bath beans. Sealed gold-rimmed boxes of various colors contain all kinds of incense medicines - cloves, agarwood, pear blossoms, red lotus, pearls, jade shavings...... There is everything, paved with two or three floors.

Before Mu Ningjiu was kidnapped by traffickers in his previous life, he lived in a 600-square-meter luxury villa in the suburbs. Because his parents have been out for a long time, he basically hasn't seen Mu Ningjiu much. And she was able to go around the corners of the villa, and also saw countless exquisite and beautiful furnishings. Rao is like this, she is still shocked by the scale of the entire private bath: Wei Chi is worthy of being the third prince of Qi State with strong financial resources, and he is so generous!

Stunned, she stripped off her clothes and stepped out of the bath.

Instantly, I felt that my skin was surrounded by warm water, and every pore opened comfortably, and the warmth flowed in, dispelling the infinite fatigue of the past few days. She wanted to dive her whole body into the water, but the strange stinging pain in her shoulder reminded her not to act rashly. She sighed helplessly and stopped her body from sliding down unconsciously. On the exposed jade shoulder, a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared.

I don't know how long it took to wash, until her nerves were completely relaxed, and she even felt drowsy. She got up slowly, put on her absorbent cotton clothes, brushed the drops of water from her black hair with her hands, and walked to the back room.

Di Guojiaxuan Mansion.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, please here, please here." A man in his fifties and sixties, dressed in a mineral-purple official uniform, smiled and bent over, stretching out his hand to lead the way. A tall and handsome man strode forward with his hands behind his back. He was followed by a shrewd-looking butler in a pale gray satin robe.

The man was wearing a big red robe, his sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, and there seemed to be a cluster of dancing flames in his dark apricot eyes. The straight black hair is crowned by a crown of blonde hair, lined with a warm red dress, which makes it even more uninhibited. The skin is wheat-colored, the slightly exposed forearm, the smooth muscle lines, well-proportioned and beautiful, and it looks like a practitioner.

"How is it, Uncle Jiaxuan, is there any news?" As soon as the man sat down, he couldn't wait to ask.

"It's been found, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can rest assured." It turned out that the man in his fifties and sixties was called Jia Xuangong, who was an eyeliner placed by the emperor of Pi in Di to spy on Di secrets. However, Emperor Di was suspicious by nature, and only held most of the power in his own hands, and did not delegate too much. It is because the two countries are still fighting each other, and there is a stalemate.

When the man in red heard this, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Di Guo Hei Xuanmu, this king is bound to win!" He paused for a moment, and then said, "Uncle, tell me about the specific situation." ”

"A few days ago, the minister went to ...... Ahem," Jia Xuangong's tone was a hint of embarrassment, "...... Listen to the incense pavilion drinking. Overhear someone in the cubicle talking about a new dancer. Not only is it as beautiful as a fairy, the dancing posture is extremely beautiful, but also a peerless voice! This...... The minister was also out of curiosity, so he spent money to buy the closest seat to the stage. But I found it unexpectedly...... There is a piece of stuff hanging from the waist of that beauty, which is very similar to the black black wood that His Highness said, no, I will come to inform you immediately. ”

The man in red frowned and said, "The black Xuanmu is in a woman's hand...... How so? Where did she get it from? Uncle, are you sure you read that right? ”

Jia Xuangong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How is it possible?" Weichen was afraid of making a mistake, so he deliberately took a few more looks, and the whole body was carbon black, which was the black black wood you said. It can't be fake, it can't be fake. ”

"In that case, arrange it, and this king will go to meet this dancer immediately."

"Yes...... Your Highness, I don't know if there's one thing I shouldn't talk about......"

"Say."

"This dancer only picks up the guests she likes, and the others ...... No matter how much silver taels are spent, you can't change their favor. ”

"What are you...... Doubting the King's abilities? His glass-like black eyes stared at Jia Xuangong quietly. He was agitated and hurriedly remedied: "When ...... Of course not, Your Highness, you go, absolutely ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw him waving his sleeves and leaving.

Jia Xuangong wiped the sweat with his hands, straightened his back, and exhaled a long breath. Although His Highness doesn't often get angry with others, the oppressive aura that has been in a hundred battles really makes him breathless.

Feiyun Pavilion, East Wing.

Shang Jin was loosely draped in a piece of ice cicada silk silver satin, revealing a large area of smooth and firm skin on his chest, and a black silk was wantonly draped on the couch, like beautiful seaweed in the water. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, his hands resting on his abdomen—an exceptionally well-behaved posture. Long eyelashes, caress your eyelids, and breathe evenly.

In the mountains and green waters, the scenery is infinite, a pair of men and women stand side by side by the lake, quiet and beautiful. Clasp your hands together and keep the time flowing.

The woman's crisp voice sounded: "Ah Jin." ”

The man turned his head and gently wrapped his arms around the woman from behind, resting his head lightly on her shoulder, silent.

He was like smoking a poppy, willingly, indulging in this scene.

Suddenly, my heart hurts.

"Huh." It's the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh. Bright red blood, gushing out like a spring, just like his feelings, could not be stopped.

His eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening in front of him. The eyelids gradually became heavy, and before they fell, they seemed to see the lake in front of them, which instantly turned a blood-red. In my ears, a faint and crisp voice came: "Do you love me?" Oh, that's ridiculous. Love, what is it? Sounds like weed. "The heart, as if it had been torn into a thousand petals, half in the ice storm, half in the magma, in the middle, tormented.

He woke up suddenly.

Inside, everything was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

He touched the position of his heart, breathing heavily.

Pain, still.

Between the drapery, the bright red color is so familiar, but it is frightening.

Outside the window, the white remnant flower (1) is waiting to be put in bud. The small bones, which hide the soul of the poem, are about to bloom under a drizzle.

West Wing.

Mu Ningjiu looked at the several sets of clothes sent, and couldn't help but deeply admire the ancient textile embroidery technology - perhaps even modern high-tech may not be able to produce such exquisite patterns.

Di Guo's clothes are not as simple and light as Yu and Pi. Each set of its clothes has three layers inside and outside, which are matched, and are called: small coat, medium coat, and coat. And there are thousands of patterns embroidered on it, from the ground to the sky, there are no wonders. Mu Ningjiu pulled up her sleeves, and the soft and smooth touch made her really amazed.

Another major feature of the Di Guo costume is that its sleeves are wide and long, and the skirt is huge, which can spread a layer on the ground. She frowned, thinking: although there are many styles and fine workmanship, this is too much trouble. What she didn't know was that only the wealthy of Di Guo could afford such clothes.

On the Feiyun Pavilion Listening Water Pavilion, a sumptuous banquet has already been prepared. Mu Ningjiu saw Yu Chi dressed in white from a distance, and Mu Mu who was staring directly at the food, his blue eyes seemed to be shining with a faint fire, like a little wolf cub who had been hungry for a few days.

Mu Ningjiu strode forward as before, but unexpectedly stepped on the hem of his skirt and shook his figure. She frowned, lifted her skirt slightly with both hands, and slowly moved towards them.

(1) White Residual Flower: also known as White Wild Rose, Flower Language: The longing of love, the beginning of love