After Mo Siqing finished speaking, the surrounding onlookers all gasped and recovered from the previous wonderful fight.

Luo Yaozhan stood up straight and did not refuse, wearing a lake-blue dress that was not stained with dust. She and Mo Siqing looked at each other, the peach blossoms in the city flew with the wind, if a little lovesickness in the world, the beautiful one was the wild goose in the clouds brought by the east wind, which melancholy the end of the world and the stranger.

"I'm going to take Su'er and Song Qian together. Luo Yaozhan said, secretly lucky, suppressing the fishy sweetness in her throat.

"If you pass the trial, you can. Mo Siqing thought for a moment and said.

"That's fine. Luo Yaozhan replied.

Mo Siqing looked at Luo Yaozhan, and she was like a breeze in the peach blossoms in the rain, disturbing his mood. A slight smile appeared on his frosty countenance, and his eyes were as deep as a pool of deep water, which made people unconsciously indulge in them.

Mo Siqing stretched out his hand and said in a clear voice:

"Yaoyao, I'll take you back to Qingyin Palace. ”

Luo Yaozhan was stunned, and a certain part of her heart seemed to be quietly touched, and she unconsciously put her hand into Mo Siqing's hand. In an instant, a familiar temperature in the palm of the second-hand palm a little bit, little by little immersed in the atrium.

Mo Siqing's eyes were smiling even more, the corners of his lips raised three points of arc, his palm was slightly forced, and he rose up with Luo Yaozhan Lingfeng, and his white and blue clothes were intertwined, like a peach-colored flooded picture.

I don't know how long I walked, but there was a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, crispy and soft, and it was straight to people's hearts.

"It's here. Mo Siqing smiled from the corner of her eyes, and led Luo Yaozhan to float down from the air.

Luo Yaozhan was full of surprise, her face was cold, and her sunny smile amazed the time.

The peach blossoms in the forest are dancing, red as the sun, pink as light frost, white as cold and snow, continuous, winding for miles without end, and dying together. As soon as the breeze passed, thousands of flower petals fell, like a scattered rain of flowers. Under the flowers, the person in the painting is smiling and smiling, and there is an intoxicating tenderness between the eyebrows and eyes. A few strands of hair are scattered, the fluttering peach blossoms fall lightly on the bun, and the beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

"Mo Siqing, didn't you go to Qingyin Palace. Luo Yaozhan seemed to remember something, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

"Don't you like Yaoyao?" Mo Siqing still smiled faintly.

"Lingxiao Lotus. ”

Luo Yaozhan's eyes made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and her cold gaze was like a sharp sword tearing apart that slightly hot heart.

"Call me Siqing. ”

"Mo Siqing!"

Mo Siqing was silent for a long time and sighed:

"Yaoyao, can you forget about this for a while. ”

Luo Yaozhan was no longer attached to this, sat down silently against a peach blossom tree, raised her eyes and looked at Mo Siqing meaningfully, the cold light crossed a touch of peach blossom warmth, and in a blink of an eye, there was only the shadow of the late autumn geese:

"It's a pity, I'm Luo Yaozhan. ”

Mo Siqing looked at her eyes, and her heart was suddenly shocked, and she felt a little distressed.

Yaoyao...... I don't care who you are. ”

"We are all people who are struggling with fate in chains. This scorching peach blossom, after all, is only a moment of amazement, when the flowers bloom the city, when the flowers fall, the city is full of depression. And you and I, there is no heartbeat of flowers, only a slight sigh of flowers. ”

"The red dust is full of dust, like a year of water, I just want to wait for the moment when your flowers bloom and enjoy the peach blossoms. ”

The wild peach blossoms are intoxicating, and Hong Yanyan lives in two lonely cities. The petals fall, flowing like a river, and the years are merciless. sigh for the coming year, just one sentence "the peach is dying, scorching its flower".