There was a circle of ripples in her eyes, and her gaze suddenly became cold: "You are the prince of the Yue Kingdom, and there are countless people who have died in your hands in the Jin Kingdom in the world, Wu Ying, there are a lot of lives in your hands." ”

The sudden change of words made Wu Ying's face instantly pale, and the seductive momentum made her a little breathless.

Shangguan Tang stared at her face for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth washed away the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes, and became a little more approachable and gentle: "Of course, this is indeed a big problem for others." ”

She gently stroked Ling Tiansu's cold silver hair, and he gradually fell asleep peacefully in her arms, and his even breathing hit the roots of her ears.

The sickly pale skin showed a touch of powder, and Shangguan Tang grabbed the palm of his hand and straightened the crooked head on his shoulder.

Of course, she didn't forget to pinch the soft fox ears, and she continued: "But you must know that I have no fewer lives than you. ”

"Kyushu in the world, divide the world, the eight directions are kings, the war is endless, but it is precisely because of this that it will be called the world in the world, Wu Ying, you can't change the existence of war, and you can't stop killing by killing.

And he ...... I don't care how much blood or human life you have on your hands, he is not a savior, let alone a compassionate saint. He is the emperor and the son of the world, no matter what his identity, he has stepped on blood and white bones all the way to today. ”

Shangguan Tang said: "If you think that he was born to protect the common people and destroy demons, it is really ridiculous. ”

"I only know ......" she lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice: "What he hopes for in his heart is not as great and solemn as you think, perhaps in the eyes of many people, he is the unparalleled emperor in the world, the immortal hero who saves the suffering and kills the Hades, he is infinitely beautiful, admired by the gods of all ages, but as far as I am concerned, he is just the boy in the Hall of Eternal Life who likes to look into the distance when he is bored." ”

"His love and hate have always been very simple. So Wu Ying ......"

Shangguan Tang looked at him and said softly: "Stop what you want to do now, although I don't know what you plan, but I can guess that most of what you are doing now is for him, but do you know that what you give him may not be what he wants." ”

Do you know that in fact, a human rain is enough to make him laugh. ”

The dark clouds were thick, the sky was dark, and Wu Ying's shadow was pulled out by the westward sun on the grass with a long, long shadow.

The expression on her face gradually became sad and joyless, her eyes became extremely deep and distant, and her dark blood pupils did not know that such a deep pain was brewing.

The west wind swept away the sand leaves between the meadows, and the duckweed that fell between the roots of the grass also scattered with the wind, drifting without roots.

She is a rootless thing, destined not to wait for the mountains and rivers to show.

The Blood Song Sword sneered off the ground and was pulled up by her, Wu Ying's face returned to indifference, and he said slowly: "You just asked me why I came. ”

She turned around, looked at Shangguan Tang, and said with a firm look in her eyes: "I'm going to do it now."

Tell you. ”

Shangguan Tang saw that her temperament was gradually changing, and raised his eyebrows.

Wu Ying said: "I want Houtu." ”

The raised eyebrows quickly sank, gradually dyed with a layer of slaughter.

Wu Ying ignored Shangguan Tang, whose gaze was gradually cold, and she continued to stare at him with those blood pupils.

The eyes were as fierce as when they first met, and the thin lips were slightly opened, ruthless and cruel: "If you don't give it, I will rob it." ”

Shangguan Tang spoke quietly, and finally spoke: "You should know that these two words are taboo for him." ”

Wu Ying bowed slightly, his eyes were like a deep valley, and the weather was Xiao Sen: "So I'm waiting for him to kill me." ”

"The premise is that he has the ability. ”

......

......

The cold moon hangs alone, and the wind is light and far away.

Ling Tiansu fell asleep all day, his wine was not clear, his consciousness was still heavy, and he should not have woken up.

However, the terrible food I ate this morning began to make a fuss in my stomach, and I woke up in pain.

He rolled over, rolled under the bed, shook his head to dispel the drunkenness, and rubbed his stomach in extreme discomfort.

Eating a meal cooked by Shangguan Tang once, every time it was like a thousand-headed ancient beast trampling on its stomach, and all the internal organs were as uncomfortable as if they were misplaced.

He gasped twice with difficulty, thinking wildly about the fact that the heart Dao Siyun was also in charge of Luo Sheng's punishment, and the prisoner who fell into Shangguan Tang's hands had never been forced to ask.

This is not to use his cooking skills for two purposes, to torture, so that those prisoners can be so obedient and obedient.

After all, it's not really something that people eat.

The gods ate food that killed them directly, but it was not something that ordinary people could resist.

The movement of rubbing his hands suddenly stopped, Ling Tiansu looked down, and his eyes were occupied by a patch of red.

The black prince's robe found from Wu Ying's hall this morning was replaced at some point, the red-clothed official robe, the gold-edged ferry sleeves, and the gilded flying fish pattern on the chest were exactly what he wore when he pretended to be the hidden prince and teased Yan Tiangang.

He rubbed his eyes with a smile, but there was a faint fragrance of soaphorn between the sleeves of his clothes, apparently when he was drunk and fell asleep, someone had bathed and changed his clothes for him.

The moon is like a hook, and the snow curtain cuts the hazy moonlight into countless fragments, shrouding the distant night with a veil of mystery.

The bamboo door is half open, and the cold wind is blowing.

The night wind rustles the leaves of the forest with frost and snow.

Shangguan Tang sat lazily and leaned against her, her blood-like red clothes fluttering lightly in the night breeze, her skin was sickly pale all year round, exquisitely clear, but her eyes were pitch black, complementing the thick night above the night sky, like a puddle of millennium ink that could not be dissolved.

The red clothes shine on the snow, and the inky black eyes can't reflect any scene, only the cold of winter and the frost of the snow.

The scorpion tail braid hanging in front of her shoulders was untied at some point, and her blue ink hair spread out, dancing wildly in the wind, and the thick ink-black three thousand green silk lined her skin like snow, showing two points of demonic aura in this deep and silent night.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, she turned to look at the prime minister, her eyebrows were still beautiful, her eyes were not painted, and her voice was as lazy as the smoke on the lake: "Your amount of alcohol has really not grown at all." ”

"Hmm...... I think it's much more powerful than before. ”

Because his head was still aching, Ling Tiansu pinched his eyebrows.

I saw her leaning on the bamboo railing, her slender and straight legs lazily stacked up and down, her black boots tightened her calves into a slender and graceful arc, and a small basket was placed between her legs.

Inside the basket are plump and yellow persimmons, and the orange peel is moistened with crystal water droplets, which I think have just been picked.

The persimmon grows full and full, but the head is ...... But it was pitifully small, not much bigger than the ripe grapes.

One bite is not too much.

Shangguan Tang landed on the skin of a persimmon with his index finger and gently slid and rubbed it, which was obviously an extremely simple action, but it was inexplicably a little subtle intimacy and ambiguity.

She handed a palm to Ling Tiansu, and her eyebrows and eyes looked very quiet.

Ling Tiansu smiled slightly, without superfluous words, he naturally took her palm and sat beside her.

Although the emotions in her eyes were very calm at the moment, the skin between her fingers still made him feel the momentary trembling.

After years of cooling, she finally touched him again.

The two red clothes are stacked on top of each other, indescribably harmonious and natural, this picture falls in the eyes of the girls in the grass and trees, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly arises in their hearts.

It's as if a scene has been formed there for thousands of years, as it should be.

The snow is silent, and the night kite is silent.

Ling Tiansu narrowed his long eyes, looked up at the night sky, enjoying this rare peace and distance, the fingers hidden in his sleeves gently rubbed the old copper coin that was about to fade, and he suddenly asked, "Where is Wu Ying?"

Shangguan Tang lowered his head, his black hair covered half of his cheeks, his slender fingers carefully selected orange persimmons in the basket, and the other hand was holding his palm, obediently letting him hold it, without the slightest consciousness of retracting.

She didn't change her brows, and said calmly, "Let's go." ”

After a slight pause in the action of rubbing the copper coin, Ling Tiansu leaned his head against the railing: "It's okay to go." ”

She finally picked out a round persimmon from the basket, and held the orange ripe fruit firmly in her fingertips, and the dewy persimmon lined her pale and beautiful hands, and her bone-cut fingers became a little tender and delicious.