The old bustard watched Xiaochen leave step by step, and his eyes were also quite curious.

On the edge of Xiaochen, there is still the reality of being divided into the naïve and adult faction of the young faction, and the two groups of people are noisy, but they are chatting about their own topics.

They don't care about the passers-by around them, they just immerse themselves in their own world.

Standing between the two factions, Xiao Chen stood and thought for a while, but the sounds of conversation around him kept pouring towards him.

"Do you think Sister Qing'er will be a concubine or a wife when she goes out?"

"Huh? Can you still be a wife? ”

"That's not it, don't you look at the infatuated look of the poet ghost every time he comes."

At the other table, several older women said, "There are three days left, and you can watch the show..."

"Mom also put up with her, throwing so many guests' faces...."

"Hey, I think that Qing'er is quite pitiful."

"Poor what? I'm twenty-four, and I don't have a chance, she? Why! ”

Xiaochen listened for a while, sat down at the young girl's table, and slowly spoke: "I don't think the poet ghost will come to redeem Qing'er." ”

When this remark came out, the three or four girls at the table looked at him in amazement for a moment, and one of them, Xiaolan, who looked like six or seven years old, was quite unconvinced: "Why did Childe say that, the poet ghost will definitely come!" ”

"Yes, yes! He will also marry Qing'er as his wife, and then the two live happily together. ”

"Childe is too much to say."

"The poet ghost will definitely come!"

Several people were noisy and noisy, and their words completely denied Xiao Chen's inference, and none of them questioned why he said this.

Smiling softly, he slowly got up in the midst of the noise, he already knew who he was looking for, or who he could find...

Following the memory, through the corridor, and around the center stage of the inner hall, Xiao Chen looked at the lonely figure sitting in the corner and silently stepped forward.

Chen Niang also seemed to sense Xiaochen's approach, and raised her face full of vicissitudes.

Xiaochen paused, sighed, and said word by word:

"Over thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, Yaotai under the moon is set for life;"

"The Red Pavilion sighs and leaves overnight, and the birdfinch duckweed finally settles down!"

Tears fell silently from her eyes, and there was no surprise on her face, only sadness and sorrow, and this moment suddenly stopped.

Chen Niang seemed to want to say something, but this promise came too late, she had already given up hope if she was late, and her heart was dead when she was late.

"Love is a shell, filled with sweet lies, so when the lies are punctured, there will be only a fragment of a place called a mess."

"It should have passed." Xiaochen said softly.

The stagnant picture slowly distorted and dissipated, until the surrounding environment began to appear here, and Xiaochen stood in front of the counter where the old bustard was, and the old bustard had already become Rong Ye at this time.

She held the letter between her fingers, and seemed to be quite curious about the choice Xiaochen made, and asked with a playful look on her face, "How did you find out?" The leader of the flower boat crossing the river! ”

Xiao Chen looked at her with an interested look, and said slowly: "Three thousand beauties, in fact, there is only one person, all of them are Qing'er, but they are Qing'er of different ages, there are young and ignorant her, there are also she who advocates money after experiencing betrayal, there are also she who completely lost confidence in herself and indulged in Buddha's fate, and she who was injured at the end but couldn't wait for her lover." ”

"And just now, the whole Huamanlou Fantasy Realm is just three of you, me and Qing'er."

"The person I'm looking for actually appeared at the beginning, and the three thousand beauties are all phantoms!"

Xiao Chen didn't care about the other contestants, since Rong Ye called him the leader of the flower boat crossing the river, there was no doubt that he was the first to clear the customs.

"Bang Bang!"

"Wonderful, wonderful, really worthy of being the leader!"

Rong Ye clapped his hands, as if praising him, and then asked again: "Then why don't you go to find that Qing'er on that stage?" ”

Thinking of the beautiful Qing'er on that stage, Xiaochen was also a little in a trance, even if it was the biggest killing machine in this level.

She is waiting for the poet ghost of the day after tomorrow, and he is not a poet ghost.

And once the wrong person is chosen, Xiaochen is not thinking about it.

Then Xiaochen raised his head and said with some deep meaning: "If regret has not been experienced, is it still regret?" Just like those women who are younger than Qing'er, they are all extremely sure that the poet ghost is back, and those who are older than Qing'er are convinced that the poet ghost is a liar.

In fact, all those who are older than Qing'er meet the conditions for bringing out, but Xiaochen feels that Chen Niang is the most pitiful, so he does whatever he wants.

Rong Ye was stunned for a moment when she heard this, because of the words in Xiao Chen's mouth, she was also thinking about something, and then smiled bitterly.

"Xiao Gongzi is indeed worthy of his reputation!" Rong Ye exclaimed.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen looked at him suspiciously, had this Rong Ye heard of himself before?

"Hahaha!"

Rong Ye's laughter echoed in the inner hall of the flowery building, and the lampstand in front of her was also shaken to ripple, such laughter, but people didn't feel joy.

On the contrary, it made Xiaochen feel a little chill down his spine.

It took a long time for her to stop laughing, and she said tiredly, "Actually, there is something wrong about you. ”

"What?" Xiao Chen's pupils contracted suddenly, and he asked quickly.

Rong Ye's eyes showed a look of memory, and he said slowly: "Actually, there are only two people, just me and you..."

Xiaochen suddenly looked at her and said in disbelief: "Qing'er is you... Are you Qing'er? ”

Then he took a closer look at Rong Ye's face, she didn't look like Qing'er, but her appearance was just skin for ghosts, which was nothing.

Seeing the doubts on Xiao Chen's face, Rong Ye smiled lightly, and the appearance on his face began to change, and finally he was exactly the same as Qing'er.

Compared with the charm just now, she is more innocent now, but her face is more cold from thousands of miles away.

"This is what you are?" Xiaochen asked.

Rong Ye nodded expressionlessly, as if he remembered something, and his face also showed sadness and anger: "The poet ghost deceived me, I was trapped in the Qinglou for a lifetime, I resented him incomparably, hated why he gave me hope, why!! ”

"He didn't give me hope, I could have not cared, I didn't have to care about those dirty sights."

"In the end... Guess what I'm doing..."Rong Ye paused at this point, and his face began to distort, as terrifying as a ghost.

Xiao Chen glanced at her sympathetically, then looked away and didn't speak again.

"I found him, I skinned him and cramped, and cut him with a thousand knives, and his soul is still lighting the soul lamp!"

Speaking of this, Rong Ye's distorted face also slowly calmed down at this time, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Do you know why I'm telling you this?" ”

Xiao Chen thought about the word Kui, and then thought of Lan Xin, and began to quietly clench the Gong Ran Order in his hand.

"Is it because of Lan Xin?" Xiaochen spoke.

Rong Ye raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, glanced at Xiao Chen's small movements, shook his head and said, "This little trick can't help me, go in, go see her for the last time." ”

"What did you do with Lan Xin!" Xiaochen whispered.

"If you go and see for yourself, why bother asking me!" Rong Ye said playfully, there seemed to be some interest in her words, as if she had found some fun toy, but she was not hostile.

Strange woman...

Xiaochen looked at her indifferently, it seemed that she knew what was going on with Lan Xin, and she wasn't afraid of Gong Ran's order.

After glancing at her a few more times, Xiao Chen turned around and walked towards the last door of the corridor, he got the leader, according to the rules, then the door should be Lan Xin.

Playing with the letter boringly, listening to the footsteps behind him that seemed to have faded away, Rong Ye suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you know who the original Oiran is?" ”

Xiaochen turned around after hearing this, and although he had an answer in his heart, he was still silent...

"It's me! Poor and lucky boy..."Rong Ye seemed to be tired of playing with the envelope in her hand, and lit it with the soul fire burning on the side, listening to the wailing in the flame, she laughed sickly: "Hahahaha! ”

Listening to the wanton laughter behind him, Xiao Chen only felt that it was ridiculous, that person was already crazy.

"Maniac!" Xiao Chen scolded secretly, then reached out, held the cold doorknob, and pushed the door open.

After Xiaochen left, Rong Ye muttered in disbelief: "Why bother, why give her hope..."

After pushing open the door of the room, Xiaochen seemed to have come to a new space, in front of him was a four-fan screen embroidered with flowers on the other side, with bright colors, and the faint gold edge was depicted on the edge of the fiery red flowers, which was even more drunk. The screen obscured most of the scenery in the room, and through the cracks in it, Xiao Chen seemed to see a woman sitting behind him with her back to her, sitting on a soft couch chair in the distance.

Bypassing the screen, the scenery in the room is fully revealed, the red bed soft couch, silk bedding, accompanied by the red tulle is located at the front of the line of sight, the window sill lights are lit, the room is reflected in the fiery red, and even the air is full of the smell of fragrant honey, that trace of sorrow can not make people immersed in it. And the woman sitting on the chair seemed to have just heard the footsteps behind her, revealing a large snow-white delicate body that couldn't stop trembling a little.

Xiao Chen stood a few steps behind the woman and stopped, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar back in front of him, trembled and asked, "Lan Xin, is it you?" ”

The woman's body trembled even more violently when she heard this, she did not answer Xiaochen's question, but instead recited the poem in her hand: "The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers on the other side fall into the forgotten river..."

It's the one Xiaochen wrote, but it's not the one Xiaochen wants to hear...

The woman's voice is very good, like the spring breeze blowing in February, soft and comfortable, and like the clear water that flows slowly, gentle but with some charm, and like the sake buried in the winter, finally tasting it in spring, which makes people unconsciously immersed in it.

At this time, she also slowly read out the last sentence: "I don't know when affection starts, love should be broken and reincarnated!" ”