Chapter 121

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The sun rises, and the sun rests.

Su Ying gets up every day, eats, goes up and down, takes care of Yunxi, eats, handles affairs, sits for a while, eats, accompanies Yunxi, plays chess or chats with Mingxuan and Murong Jingyi, and rests.

It seems that the days will never change again.

Time repeats itself day by day, and it continues day by day.

Tedious, yet calm.

At the same time, Su Ying withdrew his hand that reached out to all walks of life, so the returning Liuchuan, Jianli, Ning Qing and the others did not leave the Regent's Mansion again, but instead developed in the demon world.

Only Yue Xuan and Weiyun went back to the spirit realm to take care of it. Because Su Ying was afraid of Qiluan...... If you don't do it, there will be chaos in the spiritual world.

Su Ying can't let the spirit world go into chaos, that is Qiluan's spirit world.

Mingxuan and Murong Jingyi also arrived a few days later, and after learning about this, they were not in a hurry to go back, and Su Ying didn't say anything. The cold night couldn't resist Qingruo, and he stayed for the time being.

It seems that they have reconciled.

Su Ying has no ambitions, because there is no goal.

Now so, perhaps, good.

Su Ying can think of him all the time, think of him, and remember his goodness.

Su Ying believes that the memories of these years are unforgettable, and it is enough.

It's just that when I think about his night, I feel a little sad.

A little bit of pain through the heart, into the heart and spleen of sadness.

No one made him happy anymore, no one quarreled with him anymore, no one listened to him lose his temper anymore, no one stuck to him all day long.

Without these, his life seems to be empty.

The overall situation of the world has been decided, and Su Ying has gained a lot, but in fact, he has nothing.

He asked Hanxiao that Qiluan's soul should appear in the ghost world. But Hanxiao told him that Qiluan had lived for a long time, and he might have jumped out of the rules of the Five Realms.

He said it very tactfully, but Su Ying understood what he meant.

In other words, Qiluan maybe, will never appear again.

And just like that, winter passed quickly.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not look back at the bright moon.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

It seems that it is the kung fu that wrote this poem, and seeing that Yun Xi is almost a year old.

Mingxuan and Murong Jingyi are ready to leave, and Hanxiao and Qingruo are also preparing to go back to complete their marriage. Everyone likes Yunxi very much, and they never mention Yunxi's father in front of Su Ying.

As for Yun Xi, he is becoming more and more like Qiluan, every movement, even the two little tiger teeth that are exposed when he smiles, are extraordinarily similar.

On the contrary, he became more and more clingy to himself, and he had to be accompanied by Su Ying every night before he was willing to fall asleep, and once Su Ying left, he would cry endlessly. Su Ying has become more and more reluctant to cry in the past few months, and he is distressed when he bumps into it.

Sometimes, Ning Qing would also see that Su Ying was holding Yunxi alone in a daze.

is also because of Yun Xi, Su Ying doesn't have too much sentimental time.

Su Ying is not an amorous woman, and she can't do it, "After grooming, she leans on Wangjiang Tower alone." Thousands of sails are not, and the slanting veins are long. The intestine is broken and the white apple is broken".

He knew it too.

Even if he cries and blinds his eyes, Qiluan can't come back.

Other than that, everything seems to be fine and perfect.

It's just that the sky can be old, the sea can be turned, and it is difficult to eliminate this.

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Just when Su Ying was already about to adapt to this kind of life, the facts proved to him once again that it backfired.

In the late spring of the following year, the weather was exceptionally warm.

The willow silk floats and the willow color is new, and the flowers fall to see the warbler.

The catkins fly in the wind, endless, affectionate, but also ruthless.

Su Ying slept late last night, and today she always felt a little unconscious when she looked at the flying flotsam.

After a whole day in the upper study, Su Ying returned to the palace at night.

Coming out of the upper study, Su Ying changed out of his official uniform, walked out of the palace gate, and saw the royal carriage that was routinely parked at the door to pick him up.

Sitting in the car, Su Ying had a little tired soft eyebrows.

"Lord Wang, today is the Lantern Festival. At this time, our street market is the most lively, do you want to go and see? The palace has changed the driver for more than two months, and he said while driving the car.

"Lantern Festival...... Su Ying muttered, stunned for a while before saying, "...... Alone, what is there to go......"

The coachman had not been working in the palace for a long time, and the insiders were all secretive about this matter, so he naturally didn't know what Su Ying meant, so he smiled kindly: "Lord Wang, don't you know, the girl who puts the lanterns on the Lantern Festival is very beautiful." My lady," he said, smiling embarrassedly, "I met at the Lantern Festival five years ago." ”

Su Ying came back to his senses, smiled kindly, and said, "That's also fate." ”

"No, when the little one was walking on the street, there were so many people, and when he looked up, he saw only one of those people. I saw that the girl was wearing a lotus green gauze skirt, and the little one looked stupid at the time......"

The coachman was still talking happily, but Su Ying didn't listen.

Lantern Festival.

Many years ago, that festival was not the Lantern Festival.

That's right, no, at the banquet held at home, Qiluan suddenly pasted it like a dog skin plaster, and Su Ying never got rid of him again.

Now, it's gone.

"Lord Wang?" The coachman seemed to have finished speaking, and then asked again, "Shall we go?" If you go, take a small turn and make sure you get there in a while. ”

Su Ying wanted to say no, but when she finally opened her mouth, she said, "Okay."

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The streets are bustling, with husbands holding their wives, sons holding their mothers, and fathers holding their daughters. Everyone is laughing and making trouble. It can be passed in through the carriage without a trace.

Hawkers are hawking on the streets, and some are haggling. There are scribes in high-crowned robes drinking each other, shy and playful maidens playing, gray-haired old men stumbling but smiling, and pretentious men struggling.

Everything was so beautiful and everyone was immersed in the joy of the holiday.

The business of the roadside stalls selling Lantern Festival is particularly good, and an endless stream of customers of all colors come like a stream, and they leave after eating.

Bowls of jade rice balls float in the coarse porcelain bowls, reflecting the moon in the sky.

Originally, it was a festival of reunion.

Fireworks are set off in the distance, the golden-red flames are beautiful in the night, and the little sparks dance in the night, like naughty stars, smiling and winking at you.

Su Ying looked out the window, reluctantly hooked the corners of her mouth, asked the driver to stop, and got out of the car in the most noisy place.

Refusing to be accompanied by everyone, he walked alone on the street.

Back then, that's it.

Su Ying went out with Qiluan for the first time, Qiluan held his hand, Su Ying had an awkward relationship with him, quarreled with him, and couldn't get along with him.

Qiluan has always followed me, spoiled him, and flattered him.

He set off fireworks on the bridge to amuse himself. He also secretly scolded him, stinky and showy.

Streamers are easy to grow old, and twilight returns to the dynasty.

When the flowers fall, who will the red incense disappear for?

Su Ying was wearing a pale yellow thin Luo shirt and a simple topaz crown on her head. But that face was so amazing that walking in the crowd, many people would stop and look at him.

Su Ying involuntarily walked towards the place where the fireworks were set off in the distance.

There, too, there is a bridge. The big red lantern adorns it, red like a reluctant sunset, I don't know who stumbled it, touched its feelings, so that it had to stay in this noisy world.

On the bridge, there is also a couple of lovers who are not for you and me, hanging their heads, holding hands, and pouring out their love for each other.

Su Ying suddenly slowed down.

Because in the distance, I saw a man standing in the middle of the bridge. The fireworks flew into the sky from behind him, illuminating his whole person brightly.

Su Ying squinted, and for a moment, his heart beat rapidly, and he stopped in place. It was too far away to see what the man looked like, and I couldn't see what he was wearing.

Su Ying didn't dare to see clearly, for fear that if she saw clearly, she wouldn't even have room for imagination.

But at that moment, the man raised his hand and waved it this way.

Su Ying was stunned for a moment, and turned around hesitantly, wanting to see if he was calling someone next to him, and he was afraid of seeing someone.

But fortunately, Su Ying didn't see it.

Why should I feel lucky?

His heart beat faster, and Su Ying walked over there with uncontrollable steps.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, with a jade pendant around his waist and a green jade crown tied with long hair.

At the place where everyone's eyes gathered, he gently shook the folding fan painted with splashed ink landscapes, and his five fingers were slender and powerful.

The colors of the fireworks refracted the colorful streamers on his clothes, and the colors were colorful, sliding over his curvy jaws, flowing and fluttering, like the most exciting fireworks in the twilight of spring.

His long hair under the jade crown fluttered in the night breeze. Smiling quietly and indifferently, he looked at Su Ying with infinite gentleness, and his peerless turquoise eyes were like an endless pool of blue water.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight.

Su Ying froze in place.

It must be himself, he has been lovesick for too long, but he has become a disease.

He was long dead, dead in front of his own eyes.

Must be dreaming.

However, even though Su Ying told herself over and over again, she still couldn't help but push aside the crowd and walk quickly towards the bridge.

It seems that every step turns into torment, burning life. Su Ying was afraid, before he could pass, the person disappeared again.

I can't even wait for myself to look at him one last time.

When he stood under the bridge, Su Ying didn't dare to raise his head, and his heart was too worried, as if he was about to jump out of his throat. Su Ying was afraid, afraid that as soon as he looked up, he would be gone, it was just his hallucination.

With a low sneer, Su Ying clenched his palms, only to find that his palms were sweaty, slowly let go, and walked up the steps step by step.

As he ascended the steps step by step, his figure was like an unfolding scroll, showing in front of Su Ying little by little.

Stepping on the last step and standing ten steps in front of him who was smiling at him with a folding fan, Su Ying stopped and closed his eyes.

Feeling that someone was approaching, there was the fragrance of flowers in the wind, the smell of water, and the cold breath that was familiar to the bones, Su Ying trembled, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

"Little Shadow ......"

Su Ying told herself that it was him.