"Sister, how do you feel, my little sister's craftsmanship is okay, right?" Qiao Xuan asked as if he was observing a work of art, gently stroking Yao Mengmeng's hair with his hand.

"It feels very fresh, as if all the troubles have been combed by you, but I didn't expect that combing your hair can make people so comfortable. Yao Mengmeng gently waved her hair and said happily.

"That is, combing your hair regularly is very beneficial to your cultivation. Qiao Xuan said proudly.

Yao Mengmeng looked at her peerless face in the bronze mirror, and then looked at Xiaocui's ordinary but youthful face, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Youth is fleeting, red faces are easy to grow old, real happiness can't be bought with any amount of money, now she can be said to have much more than Xiaocui, but she is not as happy as Xiaocui.

"Xiao Cui, you are eighteen this year. Yao Mengmeng looked at the bronze mirror and asked a little distractedly.

"Yes, my sister guessed correctly. Qiao Xuan was a little puzzled in his heart, he didn't know what Yao Mengmeng wanted to ask, so he pretended to agree.

"Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Looking at my sister, a young girl like you, my sister's heart unconsciously feels a little old, and I don't know if there will be a lot of gray hair on her head. Yao Mengmeng sighed lightly, as if there was a feeling of sadness and sadness.

"Sister, you are so young and beautiful, why do you have such untimely thoughts? People, you can't think too much, you have to live every day seriously, so that you can live happily and young. Qiao Xuan said with some emotion on the side.

"Hehe, sister, literary talent, cultivation, all kinds of things in this world are once in a lifetime, they are a feather in the sky through the ages, and many people in the world are burdened by it. How can there be true happiness?" Yao Mengmeng sighed.

"My sister is really good at laughing, what kind of pursuit, only a fairy-like character like you will look very lightly, I don't think there is anything, but a silly girl like Xiaocui, where can there be so much emotion, I just want to live well, everything else is trivial. Qiao Xuan's emotion towards Yao Mengmeng was a little funny, this is a typical eldest lady's temper, she has nothing to do when she eats and runs away all day. I know that I am blind and emotional.

"You, you will make my sister happy, but there are not many happy days like today, no matter how high my sister's cultivation is, I am afraid that after all, she will not be able to escape the way of heaven, and she will grow old after all. Xiang'er will grow up day by day, and you will have to leave your sister after all," Yao Mengmeng looked at Qiao Xuan with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. Said with some sad emotion.

Qiao Xuan's face showed a resolute look, he suddenly squatted down, took Yao Mengmeng's little hand, looked into her eyes and said, "Xiang'er won't grow up." I also have to follow my sister to learn piano skills and practice well, as long as you don't dislike me, sister, my sister will be by my sister's side for the rest of my life. ”

Qiao Xuan could see that Yao Mengmeng had an unrelieved wound in his heart. This kind of injury may be caused by the changes she had suffered before, and somehow, Qiao Xuan had a desire to take care of Yao Mengmeng in her heart. I want her to live a carefree life for the rest of her life.

But thinking of this, he was still deceiving Yao Mengmeng. Qiao Xuan felt a sense of guilt, he really wanted to be like Yao Mengmeng told him his true identity now, and he wanted to kill or follow her.

However, Qiao Xuan's reason overcame his impulse, if his identity was exposed at this moment, even if Yao Mengmeng didn't kill him, wouldn't the thing he promised Yingying be in vain, hey, it's really difficult to be a man, especially an excellent man.

Even a woman is so good, Qiao Xuan is not willing to live up to it, so he has to take one step at a time. Qiao Xuan thought about helping Yingying rescue her father first, and then come here to admit her mistake to Mengmeng, even if she tore her face with the old monster in the East, she would not hesitate to save Mengmeng from this fire pit.

"Silly sister," Yao Mengmeng touched Qiao Xuan's face, her heart was extremely moved, she slowly stood up and paced slowly: "The bard Ouyang Xiu's words are good, I want to ask you before the hops." What is the best way to stay in the world? Even if the youth can be retained. Hypothetical. Ruthless flowers for lovers. Ren is a good flower beard to fall. Since ancient times. How long can the red face be new? I wonder when it's good to be alive. Only. Qing Song pours Jin Zun. Sister, everything will grow old, no matter how high our cultivation is, we can't fight God. Even if we really reach the realm of ascension, how many people can break through God's thunderstorm and ascend to immortals? God wants us to grow old, but we are delusional about going against the sky, and the final result may only be a void. ”

Yao Mengmeng turned his head, looked at Xiao Cui, and said earnestly.

"Sister, what you said is reasonable, but my sister's cultivation is high, Xiaocui is willing to follow you for a lifetime, no matter what it is, what birth, old age, sickness and death, as long as we can be together, this is enough. Qiao Xuan felt that the atmosphere was a little sad, he couldn't stand this sad atmosphere the most, so he took Yao Mengmeng's hand and said coquettishly.

If Yao Mengmeng said these words to others, it might cause some resonance, but to Qiao Xuan, it was equivalent to playing the piano to the cow. What kind of heaven is clear, for Qiao Xuan, it is a fart, the uncle was born to dominate the sky, and the world is unkind, so don't blame the uncle for being unjust. Even if he is spurned by everyone, he will poke a hole in the sky. Breaking the unfair rules of heaven and creating his own avenue of the world, this is the purpose of the uncle's birth.

"Thank you, sister, it's good that you have such a heart. This year's spring must be cherished. Rare. It is important to know that the flower surface does not grow red. Wait until the wine wakes up, and the king is gone. 1000 pieces. If you don't follow the flowing water, you will follow the wind. Yao Mengmeng took Xiao Cui's hand and walked slowly, chanting Ouyang Xiu's words, which were unusually good.

"Sister, Xiaocui, I don't follow the flowing water or the wind, I only learn my sister's skills in playing the piano," Qiao Xuan suddenly put his body close to Yao Mengmeng and said cutely.

"Hehe-you can really make my sister happy, okay, from tomorrow, I will teach you this introductory kung fu of playing the piano," Yao Mengmeng suddenly reached out and touched Qiao Xuan's face, and said with a smile.

Qiao Xuan's heart fluttered, he reached out and pressed Yao Mengmeng's jade hand on his face, rubbed it a few times and said shyly: "Thank you, sister,"

"Sister, aunt, don't come to sleep yet, it's already late, Xiang'er is waiting for you to tell a story?" Qiao Xuan, who was rubbing Yao Mengmeng oil, suddenly stiffened, and the fire that was burning was extinguished in an instant.

Uncle, I'm still thinking about tomorrow's good things, and I don't know if I can get through it tonight. Qiao Xuan turned his head stiffly, but saw that Xiang'er was sticking her little face out of the red curtain, looking at him with a smile, as if she was full of prank pleasure.

"Got it, you little girl. Sister, let's go to bed, it's not too early. Yao Mengmeng snorted at Xiang'er, reached out and untied his clothes, and with a slight pull, his shirt was taken off, and a large piece of snow-white skin was exposed in front of Qiao Xuan's eyes. (To be continued......)