###50 Flowers are silent

The flowers are silent, and the water is empty.

The moon shadow is thick, the wind leaves are sparse, and there is no way back to the morning glow.

When Ye Xiaolou was silent, although the flowers and plants in Qixia Mountain were silent, and the water and trees were unpretentious, it was not so that the birds and beasts became corpses and did not see the sun.

If Madame was angry, neither the morning glow nor the moonlight would dare to show their traces in the forest, and half of the dyed clouds would never float over the mountains.

Yeqing took a box of caramel bought in the market and sent it to Yeling's room. He didn't seem to know anything about Yeling being locked up in his room. Yeqing, who was already born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, talked and laughed by herself, with a prodigal appearance that did not hide her thoughts.

Ye Ling was not angry when he saw it, and his heart was full of thoughts, all kinds of flowers and leaves were scattered on the ground, and they were watered into flower fertilizer by thunderstorms.

Naturally, there was no need to hide these unpleasant thoughts, and they were all written on Ye Ling's face.

Whoever sees such a face can't treat it lightly as if nothing happened. Only Luminal.

It's not so much that Yeqing is suave and doesn't care about others, it's better to say that he only thinks about the good side in everything and never troubles himself.

In his words, it is that - the owner of the building is worried about the mirror going to the building, and the emperor is on the top of the world.

If he could have a half-hearted lack of heart and a lack of heart, maybe he wouldn't be so depressed, and even his wife said, "Such a woman's heart can't become a little bit of climate." ”

Ye Ling was unconvinced, but she never felt the need to change. Being able to take care of Ye Xiaolou in the mirror is the best life, and it is many times better than the days when she tried her best to get a bite to eat in the market.

All my life, I only take care of one person, I am happy for him, and my heart aches because of his troubles. This kind of life, even if it is just a woman's heart, how many women in the world don't want to pass like this.

A lifetime is in a hurry, winning the heart of a person, what is the desire.

If you can't get the heart of a person, what can you not be satisfied with if you can stay by that person's side?

No, originally everything was the best, the most satisfying, the most calm.

Over the years, from children to girls, and then to young women with outstanding grace, women's youth is fleeting, and many may have withered before they can bloom.

All this lies in both his own efforts and the big tree to which he is attached.

A tree at the end of the world, a lifetime of dependence, how can you forget, how can you think about it from time to time, and think about it every day.

What's more, although there are many men in the world, there are a few people who can match Ye Xiaolou by half a point.

It's impossible for her to let go, it's impossible to miss him.

"I'll just say that Sister Ling likes the upstairsman. Ye Qing lay on the bed with her legs crossed, as if she was lying on the couch in her own home.

"You get up for me. Ye Ling ordered angrily.

"If you want a man to like you, and you have a commanding tone all day long, who would like such a woman? I see you, let the landlord build you a nunnery in Qixia Mountain, and you will become a monk in it." ”

These words are really bad, so bad that Ye Ling has already made a move, and the seven silver arrows have already flown towards Ye Qing.

"Ling Sheng Arrow".

"When did Senior Sister learn this kind of secret weapon?" Ye Qing turned around, and only one of the seven Ling Sheng arrows pierced Ye Qing's right shoulder.

"Senior sister is so ruthless, Yeqing likes it very much. As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out the arrow, pinching it between his fingers and examining it.

Ye Ling didn't expect that he couldn't bear it so much, and used the martial arts he learned secretly in front of Ye Qing.

"Ling Sheng's arrow itself is not a forbidden art, there are many martial arts books in the Guize Pavilion, and the one that my senior sister chose really surprised me, and I don't know about it like me. If he knew, he didn't know if he would look at you differently. ”

Azure's didn't examine the wound, though a trace of dark blood oozed from her left shoulder.

"It's okay to sleep up the roller blinds, Huansi heart, Huansi heart.

Flying flakes and falling flowers, no mood, no mood, bead curtain empty oblique shadow.

Hey, hey, hey. ”

"Have you said enough, haven't you said enough, continue to say, how long will I see how long your injuries can last?" Ye Ling wanted to help Ye Qing check his injuries again, and hated him for forcing him to take action. The already complicated mood is becoming more and more difficult to solve.

"Wounds? When did I take the wounds on my body to heart. It's a wound in my heart, and I don't know if it's time to wake up like a dream in late spring. ”

"You should have woken up a long time ago. ”

Ye Ling took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from his arms, put it on the table, and complained: "The wound is poisonous, if you don't use medicine for half an hour, you will be hopeless." ”

"I know that my sister cares about me. Now that the anger is gone, can you eat a piece of the caramel I brought?" Ye Qing flipped into the air and sat on the chair next to Ye Ling. Only then did I feel that although the wound was only slightly warm, the entire right side of the body seemed to be numb.

Ling Sheng's arrow was originally just an ordinary secret weapon, and Gui Ze Pavilion did not classify it as a forbidden art, but twenty years ago, the venom extracted from Lanjian grass appeared on the rivers and lakes, and there was no cure for this poison. Even if they are rescued, they will render a person incapacitated, and living is no different from a dead body.

But this colorless, tasteless, and painless poison could not last longer than half a pillar of incense. Many people tried their best to preserve the toxicity of the Lanjian Grass, among which the Ling Sheng Arrow was made of Silver Silk Grass, which could make the Lanjian Grass survive for a long time, and hundreds of people died under the Ling Sheng Arrow back then.

Ye Qing was well aware of the power of Ling Sheng's arrow, but he didn't expect that there would be people in the mirror building who practiced this forbidden technique. This person turned out to be Ye Ling.

There are doubts in my heart, but my face is still a courteous attitude.

"Maybe the landlord will like the way my sister looks now, but it's better to take a risky move, let me reveal this matter to the landlord, and then see if the landlord's attitude towards you will change. He's the one who likes to be funny. ”

"You dare. ”

"If not, I have already suffered the poison of your Lanjian grass, if you don't want me to say it, won't you have to marry me, and you will have to take care of me as a living dead by the sickbed for the rest of your life?" Ye Qing held her shoulders and made a painful and enjoyable look.

"I'm a man who likes beauty and can't move, isn't it too embarrassing for a husband like me?"

"Shut up. ”

Ye Ling really wished that he had been more accurate in his action just now, and now he didn't have to suffer from Ye Qing's stinging words. After thinking about it, if he turned his face with him at this time, if he really told him about cultivating Ling Sheng's arrow, maybe it would be difficult for him to stay in Jingxianglou anymore.

So he sighed and said with a gentle smile: "It's because I'm upset just now, I'm really sorry." ”

No matter how reluctant I was in my heart, now that the words had been spoken, my expression and posture were very different from before. Ye Ling was already born beautifully, but at the moment the night was cold, shining on her pale pink face, and it was very confusing in late spring.

Yeqing's eyes were looking elsewhere, and her mind was not on this face.

Ye Ling naturally couldn't understand the person in front of him.