Legend has it that when the Chinese Valentine's Day is celebrated, men and women gather under the laurel tree to hold hands before the bell goes out, and they will hold hands for life. - Flowers

After a while, Hua Xihuan didn't wait for Mo Xiangli to come back, worried that she would be lost and couldn't sit still, so she put down her chopsticks and ran out of the inn to find someone.

Hua Xihuan was under the moon, seeing her from afar, standing in the middle of the human market, looking at a certain void.

Her thin and tall figure was difficult to blend into the surging crowd, with a touch of silence that was difficult to be traced by the moonlight.

Hua Xihuan felt that her eyes were a little sour, and her flesh heart seemed to be grinded hard by an awl, and a complicated taste rose in the pain.

If she is not there, how lonely should she be......

Hua Xihuan looked at her, her brown eyes rising a soft wave of pity under the moon.

Mo Xiangli seemed to perceive her gaze, turned his head to stare at her a few steps away, a pair of cold and alienated pale eyes lit up, her red lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

It can be seen that he who is silently guarding behind Hua Xihuan, his good-looking eyes have dimmed again, and he gently lowered his eyes.

Hua Xihuan raised her hand, stretched out to her in the distance, opened her lips and teeth, and called gently: "...... Li'er"

Mo Xiangli's eyelashes fluttered and struggled uneasily, she had been with her for so long, did she still want to stop her from running towards her own happiness?

However, as soon as the idea surfaced, in an instant, the heart became unwillingly restless, and a sharp claw dragged the idea down into the deep water and drowned.

Why is she obsessed with her?

The deep feelings buried in the fog seem to have suddenly awakened, and it is strong and difficult to suppress.

Mo Xiangli violently opened her eyelids, she looked at the gentle beauty in front of her, and her thin lips couldn't help but leak a smile from self-deprecation. She should have thought of it, didn't she?

The nebulae in the sky from nowhere floated leisurely, boringly looking at the joys and sorrows of the world.

Under the gaze of Xingyun, Mo Xiangli walked steadily, held down Hua Xihuan, who was a little surprised, pinched her jaw with a strong attitude and could not refuse, and leaned over to kiss her.

The sweet spring water flowed through the dry and depleted heart in an instant, and she came back to life.

Brother Xingyun's shy covering, Sister Moon's eyes, the sky and the earth darkened for a moment.

The woman squinted her eyes and looked at him sharply through Hua Xihuan, with an unknown danger.

In the thick shadow, she brutally declared war on him.

You can't cut off my shamelessness unless you step on my corpse.

Li Junye was under the moon shade, the corners of his lips trembled, his white teeth trembled, and his eyes, which had always been detached from the world, penetrated the taboo under the moon shade, and finally made waves.

Hua Xihuan's brain went blank in an instant, her five senses were dull and delayed, and the high sound of sugar gourds in her ears became unreachable.

She stared at her blankly, letting the nimble and domineering lilac tongue turn the world in her mouth with impunity.

"You...... You ......" his clear and calm voice collapsed into scattered trembling words at this moment.

Hua Xihuan suddenly woke up, pushed her away angrily, and her white pretty face exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye, pinching her fingers tightly, and her brown eyes rose with huge uneasiness and suspicion.

Hua Xihuan subconsciously protected Mo Xiangli behind her, turned back to explain to the gentleman who was instantly pale: "Sir, me and her, nothing... She just likes to mess around with me sometimes. ”

Mo Xiangli was pushed and almost fell, and his low-covered eyes suddenly saw a haze. The reason she had lost finally gradually sank back to calm, and she sighed silently: Did you scare her?

Immediately, she raised a touch of the joke of the successful conspiracy, covered her abdomen and laughed evilly, laughing forward and backward, and the flowers and branches trembled.

Hua Xihuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, the uneasiness in her heart gradually subsided, and she couldn't help but punch her lightly in disgust, and scolded angrily: "Li'er, I can't stand your teasing."

"Hmph, who told you to just talk to Mr. and snub me?" Mo Xiangli grabbed her hand and complained with dark eyes.

"Okay, ancestor, I was wrong, can't I make it?" Hua Xihuan couldn't help but hold her forehead and beg for mercy, fortunately, this ancestor didn't kiss her in front of the emperor, what if she was treated as the second Chen Ajiao? She is estimated to have been killed as Chu Fu.

Li Junye grinned and smiled stiffly, with a hint of unnaturalness.

"Mr. Li, you seem to be frightened?" Mo Xiangli stretched out his tongue leisurely, licked his red lips with a retrospective taste, and joked with his sleeves.

"Hehe......" he laughed uncomfortably, his heart tumbling with shame and anger for the first time.

"It's all your fault, I scared Mr." Hua Xihuan glared resentfully, mischievously leaving.

"Okay, I was wrong, my Ah Huan. Let's go to the Lantern Festival Market. Mo Xiangli handed over a step, took Hua Xihuan's hand beggingly, and pulled her into the crowd with a smile.

Li Junye turned around and threw the ingot of broken silver to Xiao Er at the entrance of the store, half a beat slower, Hua Xihuan saw that he didn't keep up, turned around, and shouted to him happily across the distance of time and space: "Sir, hurry up."

Her brown eyes are like a stream, and her smile is so pure and bright, ignorant and ignorant, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

The three of them walked in the bazaar, gradually straightening up, and the brilliant brilliance of the lanterns gradually faded the farce just now.

Hua Xihuan held a string of sugar gourds in her hand, like an energetic little dragonfly, running around with joy, nostalgic in front of various stall vendors.

Li Junye had long been used to it, carrying a lot of things, following leisurely, Mo Xiangli told her to go slowly many times.

Hua Xihuan stopped at the mask stall, grabbed a painted wooden mask of a laughing doll, put it on her face, turned around and said with a smile: "Do you know? Legend has it that when the Chinese Valentine's Day is celebrated, men and women gather under the laurel tree to hold hands before the bell goes out, and they will hold hands for life. ”

"Are you thinking of spring?" Mo Xiangli stepped forward, his fingers swiped, a group of masks, grabbed a white-faced man's mask, put it on his face, and squeezed.

"Nope. This is what I heard from the palace maids, that the night bell on the mountain will ring soon tonight, and you can see that they are all going under the laurel tree. Hua Xihuan put down his mask and said.

There is no need to say that Li Junye and Mo are separated, and they also feel the sudden surge of people.

Hua Xihuan was knocked back and forth, reaching out to the two of them, wanting to keep everyone together.

It's a pity that the crowd was too rapid, Hua Xihuan and the others were separated by the waves, and they were scattered in the crowd, and suddenly a powerful hand stretched out from the crowd, with a reassuring force, silently pulling her out of the crowd.

Hua Xi looked at it happily, but at a pair of restrained phoenix eyes, she exclaimed in surprise: "The emperor ...... The Emperor ......"

Xiao Jingyu dragged her out of the crowd and took her to a quiet place, let go of the hands held by the two, smiled slightly on her thin lips, and said softly with phoenix eyes: "I heard your shout, so I came, is Yan'er with you?"

"It's the slaves and maids who are not good at taking care of it." Hua Xihuan shook her head and wanted to quickly bow her head and confess, but he stopped kneeling halfway.

Hua Xihuan looked at him in slight surprise, and Xiao Jingyu smiled helplessly: "Hua Xihuan, what are you so afraid of me?"

Every time he went to the Plum Palace, the woman avoided him as if he were a man-eating tiger.

"Xihuan, there is no ......" Hua Xihuan replied in a low voice, scanning left and right uneasily, trying to find a straw to escape from this embarrassing situation.

Xiao Jingyu looked at her timid appearance, couldn't help but touch her face secretly, and said in her heart: Do you look so terrifying?

"Slave, go find the mother ......" said that, Hua Xihuan wanted to slip away, but unexpectedly, the collar was grabbed by Xiao Jingyu.

Hua Xihuan turned her head tremblingly, and asked with a bitter face, "Your Majesty?"

"Don't run around, Yan'er will find it herself." Xiao Jingyu pressed her to sit on the steps beside her, and then, with a touch of his robe, sat next to her and said.

"Yes......" Hua Xihuan responded in a low voice, crying in her heart, eager to flee quickly.

Hua Xihuan glanced left and right, and saw where she was, surrounded by the fragrance of laurel and the quiet moonlight, and the couples had already clasped their fingers and waited for the bell to ring.

"How's she doing?" Xiao Jingyu straightened his robe, looked at the moonlight from afar, and asked with a pleasant face.

Hua Xihuan was a little flattered, this emperor usually looks like a self-servant, and today he will sit on the same steps as her, and his speech is still gentle.

She ...... She misses you so much. Hua Xihuan didn't know how to reply, so she only said a rough idea.

"Hehe......" he looked down and smiled, his voice tinged with pleasure.

"I heard that Jun Ye likes you?" Xiao Jingyu turned his head to look at her and said.

"Ah......" Hua Xihuan didn't expect his topic to suddenly turn to herself, her eyes widened in surprise, and she thought, is the emperor also so gossipy?

"No, no, I'm a student of my husband, he just loves his student more, and he definitely can't like me." Hua Xihuan blushed in shame, quickly shook her head away from him, and denied it.

"Oh, yes, maybe I misunderstood. I wanted to match you. Xiao Jingyu was a little regretful, with some apologies, Hua Xihuan breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that she had missed a good opportunity for someone while being relieved.

"Are you afraid of me, so far away from me?" Xiao Jingyu saw this girl, moved away from her while talking, leaned over and asked close to her.

"......" Hua Xihuan looked at the handsome face who took the initiative to approach, her eyes widened in fright, and her face was full of horror.

"You look pure and cute, since Jun Ye doesn't like you, then I will marry you to the Sima family, and the lame Sima is fine." Xiao Jingyu's fingers touched her face, and her phoenix eyes bloomed with joy.

"Don't!" Hua Xihuan didn't dare to move, and quickly refused with a sad face.

"I'm the emperor, I've got the final say, little girl, I just gave you the opportunity to choose, and now you have no room to maneuver." Xiao Jingyu immediately sank his face and put on a majestic posture to scare her.

Hua Xihuan almost couldn't breathe in one breath, only feeling that the end of the world had arrived.

"Hahahaha, Jing Yu, my apprentice is timid, you want to scare him." Li Junye appeared out of nowhere, followed by Mo Xiangli.

Hua Xihuan hurriedly got up and ran to Mo Xiangli, hid behind her tightly, exposed half of her head, and made a small report: "The emperor wants to marry me to Sima Tong, who is lame in the Sima family."

"Why do you baby your little apprentice, just now I was a matchmaker for you, and she still doesn't want to." Xiao Jingyu got up in a dashing manner, pulled down the golden folding fan depicting rich flowers on his waist, and said with a smile.

"There is a certain number of marriages in the world, and the emperor doesn't have to worry about me." Li Junye turned his head and looked at Hua Xihuan gently, and said with a smile.

"Then I'm robbing the moon and living a good life, hehe!" Xiao Jingyu smiled lightly and laughed at himself, and then turned his head and asked Mo Xiangli, who was dressed in men's clothes, and said, "Yan'er, you are still having fun playing outside today."

Mo Xiangli bowed slightly, and replied: "I've been in the palace for a long time, and when I first came out, there was a fresh and lively outside."

"After that, I'll take you out to play more, I can play this city all over before I became the emperor." Xiao Jingyu approached her, took her plain white hands, put down her body and smiled.

Mo Xiangli's pupils trembled, the water shimmered, the corners of his lips squirmed, he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said nothing.

Xiao Jingyu took her shoulder, looked at the bright moonlight, and smiled: "Yan'er, do you know? At the moment when the bell rings, you will be blessed to join hands with your loved one under the laurel tree. ”

Mo Xiangli looked up, his handsome and bright face, and sighed silently in his heart.

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place.

Flowers have a thanksgiving period, and they are difficult to harvest when they are covered with water, and if you come to me to show weakness and ask for peace, will I forgive you?

The dull bell rang slowly, covering up the disdain and disgust at the corners of Mo Xiangli's mouth.

At this moment, under the distant bell, Han Qing and the others, who had been starving for a day in the mountains, were like night rats coming out of the nest.

Last night, when Han Qing arrived, Ye Hehua had been pulled out of his intestines by Gao Sheng's men, and he was lying on the ground dying, with red sleeves and nowhere to go.

Murong Bai fought against Gao Sheng, Han Qing made a quick decision, fed him a life-saving pill, stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, sprinkled some medicinal powder, and then tied his cracked belly with clothes, only to temporarily delay his time to see the king of Hades.

After the three of them shook off Gao Sheng's people, Han Qing and Murong Bai carried Ye Hehua to Hangshan on the spot, and before dawn, they hid in the deep mountains and old forests to avoid the search of the eunuchs.

Han Qing silently looked at Ye Hehua, who had lost too much blood and was getting weaker and weaker, and was unconscious, cut his wrist again to feed him blood, watching him not even know that his mouth was moving, and his thin eyebrows were furrowed deeper and deeper.

Murong Bai pinched Han Qing's shoulder, and comforted his uncomfortable friend: "He is a fool and has a foolish fortune, and when the people who are searching for him leave, we can go to the Taoist temple on the mountain to see if there is any medicine to treat him."

Who knows, it was not until it was dark that the searchers gradually withdrew, and Ye Hehua's breathing was already as thin as a gossamer, and he would die in a foreign land at any time.

In the dark, Han Qing didn't say a word, his face was cold, and his body was full of murderous energy. There are many people who block killing, and the Buddha blocks the determination.

Under the guidance of the bell, he and Murong Bai carried Ye Hehua, whose body was feverish, and his life and death were unknown, and went to the Qingdao Temple step by step.

The bell rings low this night, some people fall in love under the moon, the laurel meets by chance, and some people escape death under the moon, dying and struggling.