Ye Chong has been busy these days.

The wedding has just passed, and there is not much time to warm up with the newlywed wife, refining the pill in the morning and practicing the [Dragon Elephant Technique] in the afternoon, almost not a moment of leisure.

As for the evening, the only little rest time was dedicated to Qin Wuyue, and there was no way to spend the honeymoon, so he had to make up for it under the bed. This also made Qin Wuyue, who was a first-time wife, shine brightly every day, like an unusually happy little lady.

Half a month passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This was the day when Ye Chong and Bamboo Rouge made an appointment to drink, and this afternoon, Ye Chong was in the alchemy room, and after finishing the last batch of pill seals, he asked the family to pack it and personally escorted it to the princess's mansion.

Bamboo rouge has already prepared wine and food to treat each other.

"I know that you have to go back to accompany Madame at night, and it can't be as agreed at the beginning. ”

In the Maple Forest Pavilion, Bamboo Rouge said in a rather resentful tone.

After hearing Bamboo Rouge's words, he was a little embarrassed and said: "I didn't expect that my father would take advantage of the wine that day and set the wedding date so early." ”

The wine is still osmanthus wine, but it seems to be stronger.

Ye Chong drank a few bowls of belly, and his head was a little dizzy, but maybe it was because people were in good spirits on happy occasions, or maybe it was the hard work of these days, and he finally had the opportunity to indulge, and he drank very heartily.

At this time, the maple leaves in the forest are like red satin, waving in the wind, and the eyes of bamboo rouge have become a little blurred because of the wine.

"Ye Chong, every Mid-Autumn Festival over the years, I will think of drinking with you in that courtyard, under the osmanthus tree, when will your bright moon sound. Although it is still early and the moon has not yet come out, I know that it is not easy for you to accompany me on such a day. Later...... Maybe there will never be such an opportunity again, and you will definitely be at home with your wife, father, and children in the future. Bamboo Rouge's voice sounded a little lonely in the maple forest, "In order not to leave regrets, you can sing that tune to me again." ”

Her eyes were watery, and with that beautiful face, she looked extremely charming at this time.

Rao is Ye Chong married a wife and became a man, but he still couldn't help but look at her with charming eyes.

"Boss Zhu, if you look at me like this again, I may be about to cheat. Ye Chong said a little teasingly.

"Cheating?" Bamboo Rouge was a little difficult to understand the meaning of these two words.

Immediately after that, she saw Ye Chong shaking his neck, and a short sword appeared in his hand at some point, and he was using the short sword to tap the wine bowl, making a crisp and pleasant rhythmic sound.

"How can you sing the same song every time, so I'll sing you a new song. Ye Chong's eyes drooped slightly, as if he recalled many past events.

His voice, mixed with a vague meaning, also sounded in the forest.

"The sound of flowers escaped into the empty door and tormented the world, and the dream was cold and tossed a lifetime of love debts, such as your acquiescence, life and death withered, withered and waiting for the rings of the year after circle......"

Bamboo Rouge listened to it that was not at all like the bright moon, paying attention to poetry and plainness, and even some vernacular words, but he felt a sadness inexplicably, thinking of his own life, and there was an inexplicable sense of substitution. She subconsciously felt that Ye Chong's song was writing herself.

"It's raining, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, I heard that you are always alone, the mottled city gate, entrenched in the roots of the old trees, and the stone slabs are echoing in waiting......"

"I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, the sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city, falling in that wild village, fate has taken root in us, and the Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity. ”......

“......”

After singing the song, Ye Chong actually found that Bamboo Rouge's eyes were filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a little wryly.

Bamboo Rouge was silent, poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it all, and then got up and said, "Okay, it's not early, I won't keep you, you go home." ”

After saying this, Bamboo Rouge walked back to the princess's mansion alone.

Her back was still swaying, but in Ye Chong's eyes, she inexplicably felt a little lonely and helpless, which made people feel pity.

"Looks like I've drunk too much. Ye Chong patted his head and whispered to himself: "How can Boss Zhu be such a free and easy person to be interesting to me, hey, she must have remembered something sad." ”

Ye Chong knew some of her past, so he mistakenly thought that she had self-pity after listening to the fireworks, but she didn't know that the other party had already had a deep love for him.

He didn't have much experience in love in his last life, more of it, he spent money to solve his desires, and he was used to acting on the spot, but he couldn't see through his daughter's family at a glance.

He didn't know that today, Bamboo Rouge was going to have something to do with him, but because of his song, Bamboo Rouge dispelled his original thoughts and completely sealed that feeling in his heart.

In the future, one day later, he may suddenly realize today's qiē, or perhaps, he will never be aware of this qiē.

Life will always let you walk on the road of seemingly satisfactory, and when you inadvertently, you seem to have missed something, and you wake up, and you only have regrets and regrets in your heart.

What Ye Chong has been doing is to control his own destiny, but sometimes, his hands can't grasp all the qiē.

......

Ye Chong returned to the Divine General's Mansion with a drunken spirit.

A carrier pigeon also stopped at the Divine General's Mansion.

"The time has come, please come to Chudu to help. ”

Talking about eleven words, it is simple and simple, just like Li Qiuchan's character, but it represents a date and fate.

Ye Chong crumpled the note, released the pigeon, and turned around and walked towards the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet that had been set up at home.

......

Chudu.

In an inconspicuous inn, a man and a woman, two naked bodies lingered on the bed, and the sound of blushing and heartbeat came and went.

After a long time, with a strong wheezing sound, the battle between men and women finally ended.

Only whispers remained.

"Why did the Holy Maiden come with the people from the temple this time?"

The man who spoke was Dongfang Dingtian, who had been recuperating for many days, and he was still wearing a black blindfold on his eyes at this time.

A pair of plain hands drew circles on his chest, and the charming woman's face was crimson, and her voice said delicately: "The mourning family is not clear, but it is certainly not as simple as they say, looking for disciples for the Pope. ”

If there are bureaucrats of the Chu State here, they must know that the second daughter is Yun Ji of the Yanguan Chu State, the current queen of Chu.

Dongfang Dingtian groped his way to the woman's buttocks with one hand, patted it gently, and made a crisp sound of "pop!"

"You really don't know?"

Queen Chu muttered coquettishly, and then said quietly: "I don't know their purpose yet, but their people haven't been looking for any Pope disciples these days, but are wandering around in the mountains and forests near the capital, and the mourning family doesn't have clairvoyance, there is no mind reading, what they are looking for, what they want to find, naturally they don't know!"