Maybe it's because of the alcohol, maybe it's because of the pilllow on Buyu's slender legs, Wang Ye's face is rarely flushed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Buyu's legs are not as wide as grandma's, but they are exceptionally delicate and soft. There was a burst of girl's unique fragrance between the snorts, like a small whitewash, scratching Wang Ye's heart, making him suddenly feel very enjoyable and relaxed, as if returning to a sunny summer, enjoying the fragrance of flowers in the countryside in a lazy afternoon. It's like lying here, you can really sleep comfortably, and forget all the fights and killings you have to face.

It's just that......

Is it really time to relax......

There are too many things that have not been done, I have not yet figured out what the function of the alchemy furnace is, I have not studied the tactics to meet the Blood Rose, I have not yet studied the mysteries of that ancient book, I have not yet figured out who the long-faced uncle in the wooden house is, I have not yet ......

There are too many things waiting for Wang Ye to do, but alcohol began to play tricks in his mind, and when he thought about it, he fell asleep.

It's been a long night's sleep.

It's as if crawling through a dark labyrinth for centuries, dizzy and never able to find your way.

In a hazy moment, he seemed to hear someone ask him something.

It's like asking, "Who are you?", or something......

He didn't know how he answered, but he felt that his posture seemed to be more comfortable after that, someone had covered him with something, soft and warm, very comfortable.

After that, I started dreaming non-stop.

He dreamed of a history class in junior high school, where the teacher chattered in front of the podium, telling some of the most superficial historical allusions. But he was alone in his seat flipping through the twenty-five histories, and when he was fast, he could read most of the books in one class.

He dreamed that when he was in high school, Gao Yuzi was forced to kick and smash the door of the history teacher's office by reciting history questions. In the end, it was he who made up the historical stories into vivid and interesting vernacular, which made her listen to them with relish, and later remembered them better than him. Sometimes many children are not unintelligent, but so smart that the old and outdated methods of education are no longer suitable for their more visual thinking, as one advertisement says...... It's so good to be misunderstood......

He dreamed of the history books he had read, stories that were heavy, interesting, complete, or sad. History has many faces, and each one has its truth. In the world of history, too many enthusiastic and inspirational people died young, and countless strategizing people could not die well. He likes to watch history, history has no fixed bridges, no routine endings, everything is variable, and the end of time is so long that people can't laugh or cry.

History?

Why is it always history?

He asked himself in his dream.

The picture in the dream suddenly darkens, and the scene shifts into a gloomy realm of death.

He dreamed of the black market he went to during the day, of the cabin, of the long-faced uncle with the wine jar, and of the little girl who was arched by pigs. To this day, he still firmly believes that the uncle is a man with a story, or ...... People who pretend to have a story.

He dreamed of the book "Golden Plum", oh, damn "Golden Plum", this paragraph should be considered a nightmare, but unfortunately he was not scared to wake up. After acquiring the comprehension skill, he almost never forgot it, and every page he read clearly came to his mind, including the tattered cover and the two lines of small yellow poems on the cover:

Thousands of years of cultivation have been pleasant, and warm dreams are born in the fire.

The subtle and enthusiastic two lines of poetry, the matter of men and women Yunyu is written in this edition of the classics, and there is no one. The first half of the poem obviously quotes the phrase "a thousand years of cultivation to sleep together". He remembered in his dream that the phrase "a thousand years of cultivation to sleep together" originally originated from the "Former Sage Texts" compiled by a Confucian scholar in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and was later supplemented by scholars in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Wait a minute......

Evolution?

Wang Ye frowned in his sleep, and a delicate silk thread drifted in his mind, as if connecting something that had been overlooked.

In his mind, "Golden Vase Plum" came to mind, a rare collection of ancient Xiaohuang anthologies. Now I don't know if it's true or not, it's falling into his hands.

Ancient times...... Right...... Ancient times......

He consciously knows a lot about ancient history, but he really doesn't dabble in such a thing as "The Golden Vase Plum", and he doesn't even know what dynasty it was written in, what year and month, and who wrote it.

yes......

There are too many things in this world, and there are always hundreds of billions of times more than what you know, so there is society, teamwork, cooperation, division of labor, and ...... This colorful world.

He dreamed of his home when he was alive, every day, and would wake up to the sound of the cuckoo clock in the sunlight that shone through the curtains......

The voice was so affectionate and familiar...... Cuckoo...... Cuckoo...... Cuckoo...... Cuckoo......

I don't know when, the cuckoo sound gradually became the sound of "drip, drip, drip, drip......"

The noise in his ears did not stop.

He frowned, struggled to open his eyes, and found that he was still pillowed on Bu Yu's lap, and the room was already dark, and a few faint rays of moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the window, sprinkling a cold white, and it was already late at night.

Bu Yu's delicate legs have been supporting Wang Ye without moving, maybe she is too tired, she herself has fallen asleep sitting on the chair, her long black hair hanging down from above, hanging down to Wang Ye's face, with a faint scent of orchids.

Slightly sober, the noisy "Didi Didi" sound is still very clear.

"Oh shit, it's the Vow Contact. He suddenly reflected, no wonder the voice was so noisy, but it didn't wake Bu Yu, because the voice in the chanting ring was a hundred times stronger than the master's conveyance.

Open the ring, it's a video call, open it at one point, and Al's big head pops up inside. The background was red, with erodent pub music and the giggling laughter of some women, and it was clear that he had not yet returned from his mother, Samari.

"Hey, Brother Ye, it's rare to see you so slow!" he said with a smirk.

"It's a slow answer!" Wang Ye emphasized, "What do you see in your book?"

"Oh, of course, I'm here to report this!" Al said seriously, "I found out that this book ...... Each one of them was very vividly written and taught me a lot of ......."

"Say something useful. Wang Ye covered his forehead worriedly.

"Uh...... Useful ......" Elton got up, held back for a long time without holding back a fart, and finally pointed to the side: "Let him talk." ”

The picture shook, and another familiar face was pulled into the screen.

"Wu Ya!?" Wang Ye was shocked: "Why are you there, aren't you going to check the information of the Blood Rose?"

"Ahem......" At the other end of the camera, Wu Ya coughed embarrassedly, and then said in a serious voice: "That...... That is true...... I found out that there was a member of the suspected Blood Rose who might be working part-time here, so I got in touch with ...... personally."

"You better say something useful...... Wang Ye said with a black line on his head.

"Actually, Brother Ya went back just now, but I saw that the fish girl was with you, so I didn't bother to come out again!" Al suddenly squeezed into the camera frame and added, and then was pushed out by Wu Ya again.

"I didn't expect you to really show that "Golden Vase Plum" to Al and let you attach so much importance to it, it seems that it is not an ordinary book, so I did an electronic appraisal of this book just now. Wu Ya said very seriously: "The appraisal shows that this book is not a real monument, just an imitation of an ancient book." However, in terms of content, this book is a complete imitation, almost restoring the original appearance of this work in the Ming Dynasty, of course, there are some dissonances, such as the cover of the book. ”

The cover of the Ming Dynasty book?

Hearing this, something suddenly flashed through Wang Ye's mind, it was many fragments of his dream when he was asleep, about history, about the book, about the quoted verses......

The chaotic clues suddenly formed a line at this moment, running through the places that Wang Ye had never figured out.

He suddenly slapped his forehead:

"I got it!quick!put that book back in the team space!now!" (To be continued.) )