In the winter of the seventh year of the Great Li Dynasty, the Zhenguo Mansion was Shenshi.

There is a pen in the study, Zhao Qingfeng rolled up his sleeves and put a pen on the paper:

Today, my wife, who is still weak and gentle, picked a small seedling in the courtyard with her own hands, and watered her cheeks every day in anticipation, looking very cute.

Who knows that the frost falls in the night, the small seedlings are sparse, my wife beats her chest, so I secretly change it the second night, my wife sees the small seedlings rise again, and when she talks to me, her eyebrows are happy, and after the warm spring, the seedlings are formed, and then after three months, there will be fruits.

When my wife said this, her eyebrows fluttered, and she looked cute.

But who knew that the prayer was careless, and trampled on the seedling in the night, and my wife beat her chest again, so I changed the seedling at night, but bumped into the delicate dragon under the moon before the flower with people, I suddenly understood, very pleased, this future, my wife will no longer need to worry about her marriage.

Xiao Miao is alive again, my wife hides her face and sighs, although most of the words are not positive, but that appearance is really cute.

"What is Hou Ye writing again?" Qi Sheng walked in with tea, Zhao Qingfeng slowly rolled up the letter paper on the desk and put it into the second grid behind him, then turned to look at him and whispered: "Did you read poetry last night?"

Qi Sheng grinned and trotted to Zhao Qingfeng's side: "Mrs. Hou said that if you read too many poetry books, people will be clumsy and pedantic. ”

Zhao Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "If what Madame said, naturally every word is right, but you are young, so you don't need to believe these words." ”

Qi Sheng snorted, rubbed his arms and walked out.

"Yo, you really value my niece. Song Yunxiao appeared and sat on the soft couch and looked at the second lattice behind Zhao Qingfeng, held his chin and asked, "You said that I taught you this method, is it good?"

Zhao Qingfeng returned the smile and saluted towards Song Yunxiao: "Thank you for the immortal god for helping the younger generation." ”

Song Yunxiao pinched his chin and smiled, especially like a fox who had only won the will.

Past.

The green jade hairpin entered the body, Zhao Qingfeng often had convulsions in pain, Zhao Qisheng was anxious to stay outside, and it was useless to search for doctors, and he had nightmares for several days, and after a month, Zhao Qingfeng was so painful that he died.

The night before Zhao Qingfeng died, he met Song Yunxiao.

At that time, Song Yunxiao was just a god, Baba had to say a lot of things in vain, Zhao Qingfeng listened very seriously, even if his body was like ten thousand ants eroding bones, Zhao Qingfeng also looked at Yunxiao, and every word had to be repeated in his heart to be considered at ease.

"She didn't know that this green jade hairpin would hurt you from now on, but if you don't die, it will be of no benefit to Your Highness. ”

"As the reincarnation of the divine blood of His Highness, you have hidden demonic energy, if you don't do this, there is no way to solve this demonic energy. ”

Zhao Qingfeng has great righteousness in his heart and the world in his heart, but what he cherishes more is Bai Luoluo.

Zhao Qingfeng had seen Bai Luoluo a long time ago, but she stumbled when she came, with the same face as Luo Niang, I don't know what she meant to stay by his side, he naturally knew this, but he was just planning to take precautions, until he was emotional, until he reached the fire.

He has never seen her real appearance, so he can only make the next painting to talk about lovesickness, which is Luo Niang's face, but not Luo Niang's eyes.

When she said goodbye, she was ignorant and didn't understand anything, but he waited for her for ten years.

Zhao Qingfeng also thinks about the woman in front of him many times, whether she is really confused or fake, so he often likes to deceive her, obviously she is just a child she picked up, obviously she is a cousin's bloodline, and she is obviously in love to the extreme, but he still has to make these one by one a gentle countryman, tie her up to her after falling in love, and never escape again.

"If you die, you have your own way to bring that girl back to you. ”

"Why help me. ”

"Unfortunately, that girl is my niece. ”

Zhao Qingfeng looked at Song Yunxiao, this is the man in Bai Luoluo's painting, even if he becomes a blood relative in his mouth, he can't resist the jealousy in Zhao Qingfeng's heart.

Yes, jealousy.

He waited for her for ten years, but she didn't remember anything, and even missed others, he was not a person with a pure heart and few desires, nor was he a person with a bright moon and a clear breeze, so naturally he would eat it, but so what, he was just a mortal and a mortal who had no power to restrain the chicken.

"So the fairy god is making me bet?"

Zhao Qingfeng coughed, Bai Luoluo's stab was not heavy, compared to the fire for more than ten years, he was now much more comfortable than Bai Luoluo.

At that time, he was not able to trust her at the end.

"Benjun only buys and sells. ”

"Good. ”

In a word, as soon as the morning dawned, Zhao Qingfeng's body was cold.

On that day, Zhao Qisheng cried and coughed up blood, and Song Yunxiao cast a spell in the Nine Heavens, so that the spell that Bai Luoluo applied to Zhao Qisheng was deepened, so that Zhao Qisheng could die without illness and worry-free.

After Zhao Qingfeng died, he did not cross the Lechuan River, did not take the Huangquan Road, did not go to the Nahe Bridge, and his soul was trapped in the Kongtong seal.

Song Yunxiao put his soul at the tip of Bai Luoluo's heart in the future, watching her face the injustice of the Nine Heavens, watching her return to the past, solving his doubts for ten years, and even watching her almost marry someone else, fortunately, she got the opportunity to return to the mortal world.

At this time, Song Yunxiao took out his soul and became the marquis of the town's mansion.

In this life, he is brave and good at fighting, strategizing, and one day he can use his own body to be unfair to fate.

Even if he's just a mortal.

He waited for her for too long, so long that he would be afraid, afraid that Bai Luoluo would end up staying with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Nine Heavens, but fortunately, he finally waited for her back.

Song Yunxiao's deal with him is very worthwhile.

It's just the fate of a lifetime, in exchange for everything to be safe.

"Zhao Qingfeng, that little seedling was trampled on by Linglong again today. Bai Luoluo rushed into the study in a hurry, wailing: "I just want to grow some sweet potatoes to eat, why is it so fateful?"

Zhao Qingfeng couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at Bai Luoluo's chest-pounding appearance, he was afraid that tonight, he, the so-called Hou Ye, would secretly climb over the wall to buy seedlings and come back to plant them in the middle of the night.

But the store that sells sweet potato seedlings is out of stock, so Zhao Qingfeng can only take the new seedlings over the wall and go home.

This time the seedling finally survived this winter, and after March, under the careful care of Bai Luoluo, the seedling blossomed and bore fruit, and the smile on Bai Luoluo's face who guarded it also stepped down, pointing to this flowering and fruiting seedling and jumped back: "Damn good, you are a sweet potato, how can you still produce a pumpkin?!"

Zhao Qingfeng was in the study at that time and continued to write his daily notes, looking at Bai Luoluo's dumbfounded appearance through the window, and wrote on the paper:

Today, my wife is still weak and gentle, and she is very cute.

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