MTL - Song in the Peach Blossoms-Chapter 29

I want to quit now. Just kidding, you can smoke yourself with a sour vinegar, why do you pour it on me? This Miss Liu is not kind.

But when I just opened Jinkou, I listened to Xiao Yu’s unwilling decree: “You can write a book with Xiao Min. Didn’t you also accept the brand?”

This pair of dogs for men and women! At that time, I had an impulse to sneak into the sea. I wanted to smash all the tables in front of me and the tea paper on the face to the face of Xiao Yu’s smile.

Song Zijing’s gentle voice promptly recalled my reason: “Everyone is watching, you can write it casually.”

I had to sip a drink and anger. Just write and write? Is Hu Tian a snow in August, or a scenery in the North? I am sorry that the revolutionary ancestors are sorry for the junior high school teacher. I admit that I really can't finish the grandfather's spring. When writing poetry, it is not difficult for people to meet. It is better to ask me to write poetry than to call the **** to lay eggs. It is a bully.

When holding the pen full of resentment, Song Zijing suddenly came close. His handsome face slammed in front of my eyes, and smiled softly and said to me: "Don't be nervous, take your time."

The voice was low, soft and slightly hoarse, very sexy. The wine that I just drank immediately played a role, and my face turned red.

Song Zijing looked out and smiled awkwardly, but his body was still compact in front of me, tapping on the table with one hand and leisurely. I can even smell the scent of his body and his heart beats faster.

Looking down on his burning eyes, his eyes could not help but fall on his hand, and suddenly his eyes lit up. I saw his white slender fingers stained with the rose wine in the white jade cup, and the wrist was lifted and pressed, and it was written in front of my eyes. Redial and light delivery, smooth and smooth, and comfortable. With his series of movements, a line of Tibetan-style gas-filled shows appeared on the rust-colored tabletop, turning into a round-folded square, elegant and elegant, just the masterpiece of Shang Shangcheng.

"Sparse and neat. The wind and the flowers are uncertain. The red candle shines cold and condenses. When you see the curtain curtain jade shadow. The night is deep and the moon is caged. The drunk is cold and the scent is oblique. There is still a cherished heart, and the court is mistakenly blown. flower."

This one-to-one font with a mellow wine is actually facing me, so I can see it at a glance. The excitement and shock, such as the magnitude 8 earthquake, made me look awkward.

Song Zijing rang with a petic laughter: "What do you want to do, don't you copy it?"

I came back to God, my face was hot, my eyes were filled with tears, and I was repeatedly called, my book.

Song Zijing laughed straight: "The word is good and the whole work is done."

I immediately slowed down. I don’t forget to look up and give a grateful smile, and his body has not yet returned. The two faces are facing each other, and his eyelashes are close enough. I am screaming, blushing, and burying my head.

Suddenly, Miss Liu Mingzhu screamed: "Yeah! Your hand!"

Everyone was alarmed. I saw Xiao Yu's face as a mysterious altar, and the hand holding the pen seemed to overflow with a bright red. The ladies were exclaimed, and Miss Liu immediately solved the fragrance and wanted to dress up.

This stupid woman.

I dropped the pen, pushed everyone out and grabbed her hand: "Don't worry, let me see first."

Miss Liu is stunned at me, but I am a doctor, she is not, I have to give in.

I have captured Xiao Yu’s hand research. I thought it was a hidden weapon. It turned out that the jade tube was broken and the hand was cut, and a little blood was flowing.

I lost his hand and said to Liu Mingzhu: "It's okay, you continue to bandage."

I turned and left, only to take a step, I heard Xiao Xiao did not hold back and sighed. I immediately look back.

Xiao Yu, who killed thousands of knives, saw me turning back, but smiled and thought that I was teasing me. His face is cloudy and clear, like a three-year-old child, my brain will be entangled with him.

Thinking of this, I gave him a look and left. The women who made a fuss rushed to hug him around.

I was angry and shy, and I hurried out of my feet, and Yunxiang jumped up to keep up. We both went to the door of Wangfu, and Yunxiang called it: "Yeah! Miss your cloak!"

I am still angry: "No!"

Yunxiang grievance: "But..."

I roared: "Nothing! It’s not frozen!"

"It’s not wise to get rid of the disease." Song Zijing’s voice of Wen Ruyu passed over.

I closed my mouth and saw that he was smiling and took a fox fur and walked over.

"Let the temper have a degree, and then you can't be embarrassed with yourself." Song Zijing's smile made me feel like a spring breeze, the tight nerves slackened, and my heart's annoyance also dropped.

Song Zijing put the cloak on me, tightened it, flexed his fingers flexibly, and then stepped back and smiled. He said: "This is mine, it is a big point for you."

No, there is a big drag on the ground, which makes me even shorter.

I am embarrassed: "Mr. Don't need this, I called Yunxiang to get it."

"Yunxiang has already called the driver to prepare for the car."

what? I realized that the scent of Yunxiang has lost its shadow.

Song Zijing said softly to me: "I will send you out."

I slowly walked out of the palace door with him. There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the brilliance of the brilliance of the brilliance of the brilliance illuminates the ice and blue. Behind the Huayuli people, the silk bamboo is melodious, and the fragrance of the wine is mixed with the fragrance of the winter plum. Not far from the distance, it is divided into two distinct spaces.

Somehow, I suddenly remembered the night that was still in Kyoto a few months ago. The summer wind was slightly smoked, and Qionghua went to the moon. Before Xiao Yu was **** and dying to live on me, the night was very serene and beautiful. of. At that time, there was such a bright moonlight, and there was such peace of peace.

Xiao Yu asked me at that time, I want to give someone a moonlight. I suddenly thought of it today, there are two more sentences in the poem: "The lovers resent the night, and they will start to think."

I don't know if Xiao Yu saw this day in the bright moon, and thought of his Qin Yuhua.

Oh, shut my ass!

My heart was very chaotic, and the ghost made a deep question to ask Song Zijing: "Is the husband just as old, has he planned to become a family?"

Song Zijing stunned, and laughed and said: "How come this suddenly?"

I feel rude, busy and embarrassed: "I am gibberish, I don't care."

Song Zijing gently and firmly pulled my body and looked straight into my eyes: "Xiaohua, I am no longer your husband, will you call me my son?"

He stared at me so deeply that my seven souls immediately gave him six souls, and nodded and agreed: "Zi Jingge."

Song Zijing’s satisfied and joyful smile: “Now answer the question you just asked, why don’t I want to be a family. Because I think that being a family is not to inherit the incense and the future generations, but to find someone who is in love with each other’s heart and mind, and walks through life together. The road ahead. I would rather be alone before I found that person."

I listened to it, and a paralyzed touch spread from the bottom of my heart.

"It is easy to ask for a priceless treasure, it is rare to have a love lover." I smiled.

Song Zijing’s laughter vibrates my eardrum: “A woman like you can’t be met.”

I laughed out loudly: "Isn't the child respecting me ironic?"

"How come?" Song Zijing stretched his hand and kissed my nose. I was busy laughing and dodging. He said, "You are smart, honest, and generous, and you are unpretentious and straightforward and kind and tolerant..."

I didn't wait for him to finish and then squinted and said: "Call! Stop! The big hat crushes the dead!"

Song Zijing was so happy and laughed. I was so shy that I hurriedly turned and ran. As a result, I didn't expect the ice to be on the ground, the soles of the soles slipped, and the whole person was planted on the ground.

Between the electric light and the fire, a pair of arms slammed my waist and pulled me back. I was dizzy and empty, and the man was brought into a warm arms.

Song Zijing’s heartbeat was a bit fast, and he whispered me: “Why don’t you care, such a big person.”

I muttered: "I'm fine." Then I got out of his arms.

Song Zijing still did not trust me to tighten the cloak. I was attracted by something. Turning around, I saw a cloak in Xiao’s arms, standing at the gate of the high palace, like a statue in the hunting wind. Two bright, big palace lanterns cast a deep shadow on his face. He was expressionless and his eyes were deep. The moon also hid in the clouds at this time.

Ok, let's rewind it. The situation seen by His Royal Highness Xiao Yu is like this:

On the shoulders of the cockroaches, Song Zijing’s hand was still placed on the shoulders. The two people were deeply affectionate, and they screamed with incomprehensibility: “oppa~~~”

Then Song Zijing published a number of marriage and love views, and he heard tears in his eyes and eyes, and then the two of them were pulling and flirting under the broad daylight.

Yunxiang didn't know which one to drill out of, and broke the cold field: "Wang...Wang?"

Xiao Yu’s eyes like a few ices scared her. I thought that his old man would be ridiculed even if he didn't violently jump. He didn't think he just threw the cloak in his hand to Yunxiang. He went back without saying a word.

The onlookers were relieved, and only the old housekeeper frowned and followed Xiao Yu.

Yunxiang walked over and said: "Miss, Wang Ye seems to be giving you a cloak."

I have also recognized the cloak in her hand. The heart sinks, and the little joy just a little has disappeared.

The moon is coming out again. I solved the cloak on my body and gave it to Song Zijing. At that time, suddenly there was a **** "Golden Pearl and tears in my mind, hate not meeting when I was not married."

I swayed my head, the moonlight was too good, and there was too much poetry.

Song Zijing said nothing, gentle and smiling to see our carriage far away -