Following.

The weather was slightly cold, and there was no daylight. It was drizzling outside, and everything was growing stronger and stronger under the moisture of the spring rain.

The hazy rain and the curling smoke are intertwined, like a light veil dance, with a hint of unique charm.

In such weather, reclining on the couch, and then a pot of turbid wine, life is so why do you ask for it.

Qingge stood in front of the window, looking at the beautiful scenery of smoke and rain outside the window in a daze. The rain slanted into the window, wetting a few strands of hair on her forehead, and the cold wind blew her cheeks reddened slightly.

Silent pushed the door in, and saw her petite figure standing in front of the window.

Hearing the sound, Qingge looked back. I saw that his still dazzling purple clothes were still swaying gently as he just stepped into the door, and the hanging pearl tassels shook her heart. It seems that the immortal who came from the sky is not stained by the half-vulgar state of this earthly world.

She stood there and smiled at him, her fiery red dress poured out of blood and tears. Cui Dai lies horizontally, her eyes cut water, lined with the rain curtain behind her, ethereal like the person in the painting.

"You're back?"

A brief inquiry actually caused the silence to hallucinate. The scene in front of me is like an ordinary lady waiting for her husband's return with joy.

After a moment of trance, seeing that her hair was wet from the rain and her face was red, he closed the door and hurried forward to close the window.

The wide sleeves brushed her body, and after the spiritual light, the rain-soaked hair became dry, and there was an extra cloak on the slender body.

"The doctor said that you are weak and need to recuperate. The weather is a little cooler today, why is it blowing and raining here! Don't you care about your body so much?"

Although it was a complaint, there was no trace of anger in it, and there was a strong concern between the lines.

She tightened the stand-up collar of her cloak and said with some coquettishness: "How can it be? I only think that today's rainy day is very beautiful, and I lose my mind for a while, so I will be wet by the rain and I don't know." ”

As if he didn't feel at ease with her, Silence helped her to sit down at the table and put his hand on her forehead. He asked, "Do you feel any discomfort and should you call a doctor to take a look?"

She raised her head and slapped his palm off, and replied, "Really, how can you not believe me? By the way, what was Mu Feng's condition last night?

Silence's expression became solemn, and there was more confusion in the eyes that looked at her.

He ...... I can't tell why he was like that. I also wanted to use spiritual power to draw those aurish qi out of his body, but they seemed to merge quite with his body, and there was no change in his body, and there was a feeling that he was born to belong to him. ”

Qing Gedai frowned slightly, and wondered: "What does it mean to be born to belong to him? You are the Second Highness of the Heavenly Realm, how can there be things in this world that you don't know?"

Lonely and lazily leaned on the edge of the table, a little embarrassed.

"I ...... I'm just in charge of getting around. ”

Thinking of his uninhibited nature in his previous life, she had no choice but to acquiesce. However, she thought of another person. If Youhuaijun is here, she thinks that none of the things in the world can be difficult to stop him.

After a long time, she asked, "So what should we do now?"

Silent leaned against the edge of the table, his fingers interlaced behind his head, and sighed a little.

"At the moment, we can only take one step at a time, and if I can, I can keep him by my side just in case.

Alas, it was really annoying that there were so many people in the original three-person world all of a sudden!"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two,

"Sister Qingge, are you there?"

Silent got up and walked to open the door, only to see Mo Li's hair damp, some raindrops still hanging from the tip of his nose, and a bag of things in his hand.

Seeing that the door was opened, Mo Li walked into the room with the bag of things and sat down next to Qingge.

Nervously opened the oil paper, and before he could see the whole picture, he smelled a strong sweet smell.

"Where did Ah leave so early in the morning? What is this?"

When all the oiled paper was opened, there were about a dozen pieces of snacks inside. Each snack has a different shape and looks crispy and delicious.

Mo Li picked up a piece and handed it to Qing Singer.

"This is the most famous pastry in town, it is thin and crispy and sweet, and we have been waiting for a long time to buy it. Sister Qingge, try it!"

Qingge put it in his mouth and took a bite, it was really crispy and sweet. Inside, layer by layer, as thin as paper, there are as many as 100 layers.

Silent walked to the table and sat down, stared at Mo Li and asked, "Who are you and you?"

"Me and that son of the family. ”

Hearing this, the smile on the face of the silence could not be hidden. Seeing that she kept stuffing something into her mouth, she folded the oiled paper with one hand.

"You and your mother are really alike, and you won't stop when you see your mouth eating. Eat less, it's not good to eat bad stomach. ”

Mo watched the silence take it away, but he couldn't do anything, and licked his lips unsatisfied.

"Alright then, let's go down and eat! The prince of the family ordered to eat, and specially asked me to call you. ”

Silent sighed helplessly, this style of acting is really like her mother.

The two of them followed her downstairs, and at the innermost part of the lobby on the first floor, Shi Xingjian and they were waiting at the table.

When they arrived, they all stood up and saluted.

"I've seen Uncle Shi and Your Highness. ”

Qingge was no longer as repulsed by this as before, but just said lightly: "Well, sit down and eat!"

Afterwards, five people sat at the table.

I don't know if it's because of the weather, or because of the lack of words. Since he sat down, he didn't hear any words from them, and even Shi Yunya, who had always spoken a lot, ate quietly.

Suddenly, Qingge stopped what he was doing, and his brows were a little tangled. Everyone stopped their chopsticks and looked at her for some reason.

"What's the matter?" said Darkly, "But the food is not to taste?"

Empress shook her head, and began to eat again.

Just now, she just suddenly thought that Mu Feng didn't come to eat, so she wanted to ask. But then I thought about it, how could someone who was so careful in the world forget him?

Today's spring rain is continuous, there are not many guests who come to eat, and there are three or two tables in the whole lobby, some of which are slightly quiet.

The shopkeeper also seemed to be affected by the spring rain, and dozed off faintly against the pillars of the hall.

With a loud slap, the shopkeeper fell to the ground, covering his face and looking at the person in front of him.

The people who came were dressed ordinarily, not even ordinary. Standing there, he looked at the shopkeeper proudly.

The shopkeeper got up from the ground, stepped forward and pushed him out of the door with a palm.

", you scoundrel again. If you don't leave, be careful that I ask someone to beat you!"

The visitor did not get angry about this, but took out a money bag from his bosom and shook it in front of him.

"Who are you talking about?

The shopkeeper smiled flatteringly: "No, no, it's a small one with eyes and no beads." Master, please inside!"

This world seems to be like this, those who have milk are mothers, and those who are rich are fathers.

As long as you have money, even if you are a beggar, you are a master.