Song Weiwei went from being full of disbelief just now, to sighing secretly at the end, and didn't say anything anymore, for her, her life experience was meaningless, because she was not a party and didn't have that feeling. She felt sorry for the man in front of her, without love or love, lowered her eyes, gently pulled her hand from his palm, and got out of bed.

She walked to the table, picked up the flask, and poured wine into the pair of pots with Yin and Yang auspicious inscriptions that were quietly placed on the table. Both full lamps and hold up. Under his gaze, he returned to him step by step, and handed him the jade cup with the inscription of Yang.

"Are you accepting me?" After a while, Fang said, and his voice sounded extremely difficult.

Song smiled slightly.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Please drink this wine. She leaned back slightly, lightly lifted her lips, and exhaled like an orchid.

Shu sleeves like clouds, plain wrists like jade, agar and jade hands reflect each other, glowing with intoxicating grape luminescence.

Yun Lin glanced at her, and there was a complicated look in his eyes. He took the cup, took her by the hand, and led her back to sit down on the side of the bed, and the two of them crossed their arms, looked at each other, and drank the wine in each of their cups.

When he finished drinking, he put down his cup and smiled at her.

The tent fell again.

Three days later, the gray brass bell tied around the horse's neck followed the carriage forward, making a pleasant jingle sound all the way, as if to remind her that the carriage was full of spring and joy.

Yunluo is not in this mood at all. A small jade-white hand supported a small and beautiful chin, elbowed on the window, and gradually became obsessed.

Before getting on the horse not long ago, he subconsciously stopped, turned his face to look over, and then suppressed the unspeakable emotions that welled up in his heart, and continued to move forward.

Seeing that he was much thinner than he had in his previous impression, he still smiled and did not have the emperor's shelf. Looking at the two disappearing figures in front of him, he said to himself: "Here, I'm afraid something is going to happen......"

There is news that Xiqingguo is eyeing the imperial dynasty and is vigorously arming the army, intending to go south and annex Jiangnan.

War in the southwest could break out at any time.

Complete one's misery. At this time, since the first half of this year, Guo Po, who is the secretary of the imperial dynasty, has repeatedly had internal turmoil with several people with higher ranks, and this year is destined to be an eventful autumn.

When Yunluo thought about this, he also thought of the master he hadn't seen for a long time, why didn't the master show up during this time, he closed his eyes and called a few times but there was no response, so he had to go to him.

A thick cloud of white and mist rose, covering the entire road, and the eyes could only lock on a few steps away, and once again saw the hairy lion in the iron cage, this time the hairy lion was much gentler than the last time, and it slowly raised its gaze and fell on Yunluo's face.

Seeing Yunluo tilt his head, lying there, tilting his head, sticking out his pink tongue, and licking his paws lazily.

"The master is not here, so there is no need to go in"

I didn't go there, and there was no news, and Yunluo didn't ask when he would come back.

Instead, he crouched down, and when his eyes fell on the ring of hair on his neck, his gaze froze, and he suddenly remembered, "Thank you for helping me last time"

The hairy lion "snorted" from his nostrils, what is the use of saying thank you, and he can't eat it.

When Yunluo left, he left {Phantom Pill} to Mao Shi, which was one of the few pills that Meng'er left for Yunluo.

Mao Lion's eyes were straight when he saw {Phantom Pill}, and if he ate it, it would end his days of being single.