171 Mid-Autumn Festival

Seeing Luo Wen'er's eyes trembling, she couldn't help smiling more deeply and handed the brocade box to her...

It is her jade pendant and the rhinoceros-like pendant, which are neatly placed in the box, and the torn rope has also been changed into a gold chain, shining in the moonlight.

She took over: "Thank you..."

The voice is so low that I can't hear it clearly.

The corners of his lips hooked, but he heard her say, "That hairpin... has been lost."

"What do you want it to do?" He casually folded the osmanthus flowers and played with them carefully.

He knew that she had been wearing these two things all the time.

Only them are the most important, and...she.

"I will return it to you."

He slowed down, but did not answer, but continued to twist the osmanthus.

"Today, you saved me, and I will pay you back."

The smile eventually faded from the corners of the lips, but then floated up: "Okay..."

"It's just that I don't know when it will be paid off..."

"No hurry."

He smiled, but he seemed to be dissatisfied with the work in his hand. As soon as his sleeves were raised, the flowers and branches drew an arc and fell to the surface of the water, stirring up sparkling light, but it calmed down in an instant.

He took out a small white jade bottle from his sleeve and threw it to her: "It's applied to the wound without leaving a scar."

Get up and want to leave, but was stopped: "Mr. Mo..."

It's easy to stop.

Do you want to ask who instructed him to do that group of people today?

However, he thinks she knows.

In addition to that person, who would want her to live worse than death? If she lives worse than death, who will be faster? Whose heart hurts?

But in case she asks seriously, how will he answer?

Some things, even if they are not broken, will remain in their hearts, but they still don't want to be broken. It seems that in this way, those things can be regarded as a wisp of wind that will pass away at any time, and there will be no trace.

And he spent the whole afternoon thinking about whether it was right or wrong to take her back to the royal palace that day? Is it to respond to her request or to understand her doubts? And if he can predict today's results, will he still "do it"? It was just a small oversight, but because it was released for a moment, it almost caused a disaster. Just like purple smoke, I just missed it for a moment, and the result...

People often say that they will grow their wisdom after eating. However, sometimes, perhaps because of the passage of time, the scar is unconsciously ignored. However, inadvertently, the scar was torn open again and bloody. That kind of pain was even more heartbreaking than before, and all the suppressed past jumped out in an instant, wanting to swallow people up.

At that moment, he sighed that he had arrived in time, and he was glad.

At that moment, he looked at her lost heart, heartbroken and regretful.

At that moment, he held her in his arms and warned himself... He would never allow anyone to hurt her again!

Just now, how will he tell her his decision and how to... comfort her?

"I want to find something to do in your house..."

He seemed to see a osmanthus that left the branch stagnated in the wind, falling in an instant, and suddenly felt relieved: "Okay, according to the agreement, one penny a month, but what do you want to do?"

I was speechless for a long time.

He didn't move, as if he were waiting for her answer.

The wind broke out, the branches and leaves were rustling, and the water surface folded with light and shadow, spread on the shore, reflected on the trees, on the stone, and on the swinging robe, trembling.

"Ms. Mo..."

"Hmm..."

"Do you think the weather is so good tonight and the moon is so big that you can see it anywhere?"

The fist hidden in the open sleeve tightened, and the wound of the left wrist that had not healed because of blood collection, even if there was a bandage tightly wrapped it, it burst, and there was a warm ** oozing out, wet palm, and dripping down the fingers.

The moonlight seems to be brighter, reflecting the shadow of the ground more and more clearly.

However, it's just the shadow of him.

But he still smiled, even with his back to her: "Yes..."

There is no need to look back, and you can imagine that she looked up at the bright moon with a hopeful and melancholy look.

Close your eyes and sigh.

Ziyan, she is not you, because you won't make me so sad. Am I wrong...

"Msong Mo, you said that the curved moon has the benefits of the curved moon, because you can expect perfection, but now the moon is perfect, so after this moment, isn't it..."

"There is nothing in the world that will remain unchanged, so why be entangled in temporary gains and losses? Just like this moon, profits and losses alternate, like eternal. No one can stop its perfection, and no one can make up for its shortcomings. No matter how sunny or rainy, day or night, it is always going to perfection and gradually missing. However, it is because there are circles and shortcomings that there is hope..."

Qian Yumo suddenly turned around, but looked into a pair of bright eyes.

He seemed to see her smile at him, and then continued to look at the bright moon.

It's just that the face is not sad, but gradually glows.

Moonlight spoiled that face, and he also looked at her for a moment.

At this moment, he was trying to think about the appearance of purple smoke.

In fact, why work hard? She has a face that is almost exactly the same as purple smoke.

Just like in the alley today, he held her in his arms and couldn't tell which person he was protecting for a moment. Just like the contradictions that sometimes he wanted to separate them and sometimes overlap after he decided to appear beside her. He sometimes even wondered whether Ziyan wanted to comfort him, so he borrowed another similar body and came to him, but she left for too long and forgot too many things...

But at this moment, for some reason, the face belonging to Ziyan is slowly disappearing, as if to hide into the clouds that do not exist tonight, but the face in front of her is more and more clear. Her smile, her anger, her anger, her wounds... appeared in front of her eyes, like the moon and flowing water, snowy jade shining.

I can't help smiling and looking at the bright moon in the middle of the sky.

At this moment, the moon is high, bright, and the light waves are shining, **.

And at this moment, is the iron-blooded man also looking at the bright moon from afar and sending lovesickness together...

The long eyebrows can't help frowning slightly.

Qian Yuyi, I only know that you went to Yunzechuan, but she is not there. After such a long time, why don't you come back?

However, it's okay...

The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, and the eyes are closed.

At this moment, the moon is high, the tree shadow is babbling, and the wind is smiling, mixed with the gurgling water...

"Cloud, will you leave one day because you owe me a lot of money?"

"I never thought of not paying off my debts!"

"It's useless to think about it. You can't escape from my hand!"

"When I pay the debt, I have to leave!"

"What if it's not over?"

"Mo Xi, what the hell are you thinking?"

Qian Yumo laughed.

The breeze and flowing water are sparkling with moonlight.

Four miles, the fragrance of osmanthus...

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The bright moon is high, crossing the green mountains, flowing across the river, drifting to thousands of miles...

There is a dense forest, which is the most mysterious place in Kyushu.

The moonlight passed through layers of dense leaves and fell on a small wooden house with difficulty.

The window of the wooden house is half open and half closed. From the swaying window sash, a man's low roar is coming, like anger and uncontrollable lust.

Among them, there was another woman's delicate chant, so high and excited.

"Qian Yuyi, how can I compare with her?"

The man didn't say anything, but his roar became heavier and heavier.

And the bed squeaked louder and louder, and it seemed that it would break the next moment.

"Thousand wings," the woman said with difficulty and did not forget to burst into surprises, but there was still a threatening of demagogy in her smile: "Have you forgotten the last time? If you don't say it, the attack of poison will not stop. Can't you stop talking to me like this?

The man roared with endless pain in his roar.

The bed board swayed and deafening, and finally whispered: "...Okay."

"Which one is better?"

"...you..."

With the woman's laughter and increasingly violent panting, the whole room seemed to be shaking, but finally stopped in a roar.

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Sweat drips on the woman's chest, like dewdrops, hanging on the blooming petals.

That's the petals he left behind, so delicate, so... dazzling.

Thousands of wings closed their eyes, clenched their fists, and slammed **.

Xia Yubing was still immersed in the un retreating tide, on her panting chest, her peaks trembled slightly, and her red buds were delicate.

She looked at the scattered petals with foggy eyes, dipped her slender fingers in the dewdrops on her chest, put them between the red lips, sucked them gently, and smiled diagonally.

"I told you before that you can't live without me..."

Thousand wings turned over and didn't look at her: "Get out!"

"Get out? Don't you still need me so much on the next full moon night? She sat up charmingly and leaned on the head of the bed enchantingly: "Only I am your antidote. Without me, your blood will boil and burst to death. If you die, how can you find your Wenwen? How to explain it to her? How can I get her forgiveness?"

"You..."

Qian Yuyi looked back angrily, but clenched his fists, exposed the blue veins on his arms, and roared and trembled.

Wenwen......

Will Wenwen still forgive him?

Wenwen......

"You said you wanted to help me seize the world. When will you leave?"

"Don't worry..." Xia Yubing took a charming gesture with her hand: "Waiting for you to make this saint comfortable..."

"Summer, Yu, Bing!"

"Cluck..." Xia Yubing smiled and said, "If you want to achieve this big thing, it takes time, place and harmony. There is no need to worry about the last two. The key is that on this day... Although we Yun people have some ability, we are not immortals and can't control God's thoughts..."

"Are you lying to me?" Qian Yuyi took a step forward and immediately stuck her neck.

Xia Yubing looked at the big palm indifferently and smiled: "Kill me, you will die!"

"The antidote!" The men have increased their efforts.

"There is no solution to the unique love. You planted it as early as the first time you loved it. In this way, isn't that what you are willing to do? But you are thinking about your Wenwen for fear that she will be angry. But isn't that right? Since you can be said to have been forced by poison, you have preserved your face in front of her, and you can enjoy men and women with me. Just now, Binger knows that the general likes Binger very much..."