[511] As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world

On the shore of Houhai Lake, the moonlight is like water.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

At this moment, this situation and this scene are beautiful and picturesque.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze came, bringing a damp fragrance, which blew Yang Sixuan's hair slightly and swayed with the wind.

Under the light, one of her pretty faces was illuminated a little yellow, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Picturesque!

Intoxicating aromas.

Ye Xuan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, his eyes had a touch of warmth in his eyes, and a trace of ripples rippled in his heart.

He owed her a lot, and she never resented her.

In fact, she never asked for much,

If you can't even protect the people who love you?

Can't be happy and happy?

What kind of god do you still have?

Yang Sixuan met his eyes, and at that moment, as if she had been electrocuted, she trembled all over, as if she realized something, and suddenly took a step back, lowered her head and thought, a trace of panic flashed in her heart.

Yiren is like this, Ye Xuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed her fingers.

Yang Sixuan's little hand was soft, soft as boneless, and a little cold, and at the moment of contact, a feeling like electricity suddenly came from the palm of his hand.

It was not the first time that her little hand had been held by Ye Xuan, but this time, she had a premonition that something would happen, her brain went blank, and she stared at Ye Xuan stupidly.

Looking forward to what he will do next!

And so shy!

The style of this moment is extremely charming, better than a hundred flowers blooming.

She loved Ye Xuan deeply, and she also fantasized about what would happen between the two one day, but when this moment really came, she was still a little flustered.

"Ninth Master... You ......"

Yang Sixuan reacted in hindsight, and shy little hands shrank, but he was tightly held by Ye Xuan, and he broke free for a while, but he never broke free.

The next moment, she stopped moving, but buried her head, and a blush quietly rose on her face.

A shy woman, ten thousand styles.

Ye Xuan wanted to pour her into his arms, but he didn't do anything, but held her delicate neck, raised her head a little bit, stared at her eyes and said:

"Jade slave...... From now on, I will call you Sixuan. ”

"I owe you a promise, and I will fulfill it today, Sixuan, from now on, you will be my woman!"

"I will protect you for the rest of your life and make you the happiest person in this world. ”

If you like her, give her happiness.

Promise her a world in exchange for a bright smile on her face.

Yang Sixuan was stunned, to be honest, the words of this confession were not gorgeous at all, and they were not even romantic, but they came out of Ye Xuan's mouth......

She wants to cry!

I want to cry!

I wanted to throw myself in her chest and let the tears flow freely.

Thirteen hundred years ago, she watched his back slowly leave, and she didn't cry.

She told the wind, the clouds, and the bodhisattvas in the Buddha hall! She didn't cry!

She looked at the wind, at the clouds, at the Bodhisattva, and thought of him. She didn't cry either.

She rode a foal, tick-tock, and traveled the ends of the earth, but never met him again. She hasn't cried yet.

She has been frozen for thousands of years, looking at this strange world. She still didn't cry.

The moment they met in Houhai, she also held back her tears.

She just laughed, like a spring breeze and a hundred flowers blooming, because he said that her smile was pure and beautiful, and could melt any ice in the world.

She just laughed and laughed, she thought, she thought, when will my smile melt your ice?

And this moment finally made her wait.

Crystal tears poured out, and she looked at Ye Xuan's clear eyes, full of sincerity, eyes that were not mixed with other things, and the softness that rose for her in the depths of her eyes.

She had waited for this moment for 1,300 years.

Even if, at this moment, there is no eternal vow, no flower field roses, but she still burst into tears.

Tick!

Tick!

Tears cried over her makeup.

Ye Xuan stood there and gently wiped away the tears on her face, but the tears were endless, endless, Ye Xuan frowned slightly:

"What, aren't you happy?"

"I didn't ...... People are so excited! It's so happy!!"

At this moment of confession, she seems to have the whole world.

At this time, the fine water on the riverside flows slowly, the lights are swaying, and the autumn wind is falling, forming a beautiful picture.

Ye Xuan didn't know that with a gentle word, he could make the girl in front of him excited like this.

Hearing this, he didn't need to say anything, he poured Yang Sixuan into his arms, warm nephrite, like the ending of a fairy tale, the prince and princess lived happily together.

After a long time, Yang Sixuan broke free from Ye Xuan's arms, and said in a somewhat coquettish and somewhat troubled tone:

"Ninth Master, you ...... You're not going to lie to me, are you? I'm so scared that it's a dream, and when I wake up, there's nothing. ”

Her face was sweet and scared.

Indeed, Ye Xuan's confession just now was too sudden, which caught her off guard, and now she is still living in a dream! It feels a little unreal.

It's like buying a lottery ticket and winning five million, a windfall, so that you can check the winning information over and over again with the lottery ticket, for fear that it is a dream.

Ye Xuan smiled, put his hands on her shoulders, and then said solemnly:

"Miss Yang Sixuan, I said, I like you! I will make you happy forever. ”

This time, Ye Xuan's tone was extremely formal.

Yang Sixuan smiled, like a little girl who had eaten honey, and suddenly looked at Ye Xuan with a sly look, and said with a coquettish face: "Then Ye Dacai, how much do you like me!!"

How much do I like you?

Ye Xuan looked at her and blurted out:

"The spring water is born,

The beginning of spring forest,

Spring breeze ten miles,

Not as good as you. ”

The plan of the year lies in spring, and spring returns to the earth, not as charming as your smile.

As soon as the short sentence came out, Yang Sixuan immediately laughed.

I couldn't cry just now, but the bright appearance at this moment is really like a ten-mile spring breeze, and it is unbelievably beautiful.

She's a talented woman!

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, proficient in everything.

And there are countless great poets in history who have written poems for her.

Li Bai: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." ”

Bai Juyi: "Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color." ”

......

She is naturally beautiful, how many praises she has heard!

Even now, she is also a national goddess, but compared with Ye Xuan's short sentence, those are all passing clouds.

Even if there are sweet words, the sea vows are not as good as Ye Xuan's soft words:

The spring breeze is not as good as you!

One sentence is enough!

In an instant, her heart trembled, her beauty flowed, her expression was full of deep joy, and her eyes looking at Ye Xuan were full of tenderness and sweetness.

At this time, Ye Xuan held Yang Sixuan's little hand as white as the moon again.

The two walked slowly along the lakeside, and the moonlight was sprinkled in front of them, like the ocean of love.

Mano,

When the golden wind and jade dew meet,

It is victorious, but there are countless people in the world.