The most charming tree

Pedestrians are woven and dressed brightly. Every face is wearing a mask, but you can still feel that the strange smile under the mask is very kind...

On the Yuanyang Festival, it has been more than three months since the rebels besieged Luojing, and Luojing does not seem to have had such a disaster at all. Zhao Fang led hundreds of thousands of troops. After several days, he still could not capture Kyoto, which was scarce and the internal court was still talked about by the people of Luojing.

Now, the Jin Dynasty and Di Dan seem to have reached a military agreement that does not need to be signed. Everyone only said that they are the monarch, but they don't know the reason for it, let alone the price of the Jin Dynasty to give way to the little princess!

The night light was like day, and the dazzling light permeated the whole city of Luojing. It was red and purple and full of joy. She stared straight at the red clothes shuttling through the crowd, for fear that the red clothes would disappear in just a blink of an eye. Seeing her stop in front of a small stall, she grinned and quickly followed: "Madam, it's time to go back, once exposed Trag, that's terrible!"

Although she didn't know if she would be miserable, she and those people who were worried about Jingren Palace would be very miserable. Thinking that Lan Xin pulled her sleeves and persuaded her again, "Madam, it's time to go back!"

"Lan Xin, do you think Yi'er likes this?" She picked up a small drum on her stall and didn't wait for Lan Xin to answer. She said to herself, "Yi'er will like what I gave to Yi'er! Lan Xin, I want it!"

Lan Xin didn't say anything this time. She silently took out the copper money from her arms and could persuade her about anything. Only this matter could not be persuaded.

Yin Piansong held a drum and shook it all at once. Wuying returned to the Jin Dynasty from Di Dan and brought back a sentence from Zong Chenghuan: "Can you take Yi'er away from me again?"

As if his sad eyes were looking at her, yes, after all, she owed him. She really couldn't bear to take Yi'er away from him, so she was left alone chewing the long pain.

Pingling——

In a daze, a confused call flashed across her ears. Her body stagnated and looked up in a trance. People came and went and laughed. For a moment, she thought that the familiar voice was just an illusion.

Until she was dressed in white and came into her eyes, her heart suddenly hurt, and she was like a fairy in the night.

"Second Brother--"

She chased after him, struggling through the crowd, and just wanted to reach him in front of him.

He didn't stop walking slowly.

"Second brother, don't go!"

The resting shouts disappeared in the bustling stream of people. He seemed to hear it, stopped his steps, and looked back. The red clothes like sky fluttered, and the long hair raised in the wind were extremely clear. A familiar feeling swept his whole body in an instant. He should have seen her, and it was not only as simple as seeing her. Looking at her far away. After chasing from afar, I forgot to walk.

"Second brother!" A foot away from him, she stared at the white mask and took off the red mask on her face. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, but smiled faintly: "Second brother, don't go!"

He frowned slightly and really felt a pain oozing from his bone marrow. He stared at the crystal at the corners of her eyes and wanted to wipe it off for her. It seemed that was the most natural thing. He was confused by the wonderful feeling of the woman in front of him, as if there was something hidden in a corner he did not know.

He slowly stepped forward two steps, raised his hand slowly, wiped away the crystal of the corners of her eyes, and stayed in her temples. The strange and familiar feeling made his heart feel warm and reluctant to leave.

She was sad and rubbed her cheeks against his hand: "Second brother--"

With the sound of crying like thunder, his head rumbled, and his eyes were blank. What had accumulated in his body seemed to be curling away. His head was in severe pain, and he couldn't help holding his head and bending down.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Piaoxuan was about to come forward, and a hand came out behind him and grabbed her wrist: "Piao'er!"

She wanted to break free from his hand, but his hand was harder and stared back at him. Xia Houchen directly ignored the dissatisfied eyes, shook his head at her, aggravated his voice and called again: "Pian'er!"

The pain has decreased a lot. He shook his head doubtfully and stood up. Seeing her looking at himself with tears in his eyes, he was confused. He caught a glimpse of the powerful Xia Houchen behind her, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked away. Just now, it seemed to have never happen.

She didn't catch up with him again. She turned around and leaned against him sadly: "Second brother doesn't want me anymore!"

Xia Houchen took a deep breath, deeply put her in his arms, and tried his best to hide the waves of jealousy: "He won't. How can he give up?"

"What about you?" Her voice is almost inaudible.

"I dare not. You will kill me, right?"

She sneered and looked up at him awkwardly: "Do you really mind?"

"Yes!" Xia Houchen took a deep breath again, raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face sank: "As the magnificent emperor of the Jin Dynasty, I have no harem. The only remaining noble concubine is still tit-for-tat with me all day long, coaxing and coaxing, and thinking about other men all day long. Would you mind me?"

Yin Piao smiled softly and raised his lips: "I'm just the second brother! You won't mind!"

"If you don't mind, it's actually very simple!" He lowered his head and whispered, clearly seeing that her cheeks were flushed and beating his chest coquettishly. No matter how frivolous and lengthy the words were, he only spoke in front of her.

Wearing the mask for her again, Xia Houchen ordered, "When you go back to Jingren Palace, don't take off your mask again!"

She rolled her eyes and looked at his black mask: "You're not sure!"

In the hustle and bustle, the two stood on the street, and everything around them could not enter their eyes at all. There were only affectionate eyes in each other.

Among the scattered green trees, there are peach blossoms hanging, the breeze passes, gently trembling, soft peach blossoms, standing on the branches, brilliantly flaming...

Under the peach tree, there was a soft couch covered with snow-like brocade. A man lay lazily, snow-white robes, as spotless as brocade, but sprinkled some mottled tree shadows, which made people unconsciously want to blame the bright sunshine, and how could he put tacky things on him.

His face, extremely indifferent and closed eyes, makes people want to peep at whether there is intoxicating smoke.

It was very quiet, as if he fell asleep, but the slightly open smile on his lips revealed his mind.

The sound of footsteps came with the refreshing fragrance. Xuanqinghua robe seemed to be accompanied by clouds and fog, and his clothes floated. His black eyes fell on the white clothes, coldly raised his lips and said loudly: "It's time to wake up! Peach blossoms, no matter how charming they are, are just a flash of fragrance!"

His eyes slowly opened, caught a glimpse of a falling peach blossom, reached out to catch it, and put it between his lips. The strong fragrance made his eyes drunk.

The man in Xuanqinghua robe raised his head and looked at the beautiful peach blossoms on the peach branches: "The peach is young, burning its glory; the world is still bright and beautiful. I have agreed to your last wish, and forget it!"

"Thank you!"

He approached the bed and raised his hand. A peach blossom suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, threw it slightly and fell straight into the eyebrows of the man in white. The peach blossom hidden into his eyebrows: "Whether it's bold or delusional, that peach blossom will never bloom for you!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the man's lips. He stood up quietly and stood beside him: "Where did he come from?"

"Bi Boyan!"

"Bi Boyan?"

"There is a mandala, with white and soft flowers, beautiful but not enchanting. It is not enchanting without your peach blossoms, but it only blooms for me!"

He smiled and smiled shallowly: "A tree of peach blossoms, a wisp of cold fragrance far away; I crossed her in my previous life, she crossed me in this life!"