"Your Daddy?!?"

Shu Yi was surprised, and suddenly felt aggrieved and panicked in his heart, how could he kill that old guy in a dignified manner and become his father-in-law? This generation immediately became a lot shorter.

Huaxin hummed and leaned on his arms, his heart was full of knots.

seems to Jun Yin said, Tao Xin'er is what he used to fish out the mastermind behind the scenes, and looking at Tao Xin'er's diligence in sending the land to destroy today, it can be seen that the two seem to have an indescribable relationship.

Now all kinds of spearheads are pointed at the destruction of the earth, if the destruction of the earth is only the destruction of the earth, the painting of the heart is not annoying, and the punishment is to bring it to justice.

But if he is really Chi Ming, what should she do? If it is really true, the love between her and Chi Ming may not be less than Jun Yi at all, and what Chi Ming has done for her is no less than Jun Yi, but it is just the difference between family affection and love.

It took a long time for Shuyi to convince himself to accept this fact, "No wonder this king always thinks that he relies on the old and sells the old, it turns out that he is really an old thing......"

"He's my daddy, don't talk about him like that. Huaxin suddenly interrupted him and said stubbornly.

Shu Yi smiled, leaned down, put his lips on her lips, and responded, "Okay, this king will treat him kindly in the future, who will make him your father." ”

Smelling the fragrance on her body, he couldn't help but get up again, and pressed her down to deepen the kiss, and she fell into his menacing lingering, and lost her mind for a while.

The night wind outside the window blew the candle shadows wildly, and between the red waves, she saw the dark night stretching for tens of thousands of miles, and suddenly felt palpitations.

Thousands of miles away, Qingyin Mountain is still snow-capped.

There is no moon today, the wind on Qingyin Mountain is more and more biting cold, and the light and dust leaning under the bright red plum blossoms, reflecting the snow light, and the yellowed paper in the hand is slowly unfolded. Because he has seen it countless times, the creases are obvious, and because he has collected it every day, he dyes sandalwood.

He moved back to the East Garden, where the painting heart lived, he took care of every grass and tree in the East Garden, since the painting heart and Qingyin left, the Qing Building has returned to the former tranquility, quiet like a pool of stagnant water.

Dumping Junmo also hid in the dungeon of Qinglou all day and night to tinker with his prison heart Gu, almost obsessed, and light and dust know his temperament, Gu addiction becomes obsessed, ignores this matter, still practices medicine every day, eats fasting and recites Buddha, the more agitated his heart, the calmer the surface.

His favorite thing to do is to sit in the courtyard and watch the moon arch out of his mind, the night is late and cold, but he doesn't want to leave. It was as if the smiling woman was still leaning there, and the peach blossom-like eyes reflected the flying snow, clear and bright. The beautiful landscape is embellished on her sleeves, and then it meets his eyes, and with a hook of longing, it is painted into the most stunning color in the world.

After Qingyin went, there was only one letter, and the letter said that after the painting heart returned to the Wushuang Pavilion, it disappeared, and Shuyi was deeply wary, and he couldn't trust her, so he sent her out of Wuxinju.

He probably guessed who Huaxin was going to see, and he was not worried, but only replied to Qingyin and asked Qingyin to pass on the medical skills she learned in Qingcheng, which could be regarded as a merit. And for Shuyi's defense, he just laughed, the more Shuyi regarded the painting as a treasure, the more reassuring he could be, and the focus of his vigilance was a good thing.

Deeper in the night, the snow fell into his clear eyes, illuminating his heart brightly, empty, and cold.

After reading it over and over again, she slowly folded the flower paper and put it into her arms, on which she only wrote a Tibetan poem, four sentences and thirty-two characters, every sentence is tight, and the words are cone.

And the wind dances and the snowflakes fall,

The light is shallow and the moon is slightly cool.

Enjoy the fragrance of a plum on the same branch,

The dust is where you return and forget.

He still remembers walking in the snow with her to enjoy the plum blossoms, and when he held her hand, her fingertips were slightly cold, and she remembered all this, but told him: with the light and dust, the fate is over, the person returns, and the king forgets......

The empty room burned a small half of the incense made of manzhu flowers, which was the unique quiet atmosphere on her body, and with a click, the incense ash fell away, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, like a helpless sigh.

At the end of the dust, Qing is unforgettable......