Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

"If you want to talk about this Zhengdao Academy, it's amazing!"

The streets and alleys are full of storytellers telling stories.

They hold a piece of Xingmu and a table case, and when the Xingmu pats, the story begins.

"A small college with no reputation back then, who knew it was hiding dragons and crouching tigers. In the Light and Monster Contest, it won the championship with four seven-year-old children all the way. Disciple, so people in the Jianghu are called the 'Four Sons of the Shadow Gate'."

"Hey! Do you think the 'Four Sons of the Shadow Gate' exist? I've been telling their stories for a few days. What about the doctor who used silver needles and gold needles in your mouth? Could it be you making it up?"

"Yes, yes, isn't the so-called Daoist who uses the fire whip the purple-robed Taoist Mimisi of Righteous Dao Academy? Isn't that vine pharmacist her husband Oakes?"

"As for Alchemist Hanjian, I knew it was Mu Xuecheng, the head of the Mu family!"

The storyteller is holding a folding fan instead of Xingmu, which is different from the others.

He opened the folding fan with a bang, and the folding fan covered half of his face and his smile.

"In and out of the play, what is true and what is false, only the people in the play know."

After saying such a mysterious sentence, the man in black and red embroidered turned around and left, his smile was as bright as it was many years ago.

At night, on the hillside of Zhengdao Academy, in a field of flowers, lay a man and a woman.

They looked at the moonlight in the sky, and the white clothes also reflected the moonlight. The moonlight was cold, but on the two of them, it became extremely soft.

In this flower field, all the blue roses are planted, which are the love of clouds, Lu Jiuge's love for Muyan, and Hua Zhaoying's love for Muyan.

Once, Mu Yan was accidentally pricked by a blue rose, so Hua Zhaoying tried every means to breed a thornless blue rose.

As the wind blows, the intoxicating fragrance from the faint blue flowers makes Mu Yan squint her eyes comfortably.

Hua Zhaoying hugged her, and could vaguely smell the fragrance of blue roses on her body.

It's charming, peaceful, and soft.

He liked the smell of her, the smell that only he had.

"The moonlight is beautiful."

Hua Zhaoying said so.

Wan Muyan nodded, but raised her eyes to look at the man beside her.

"Do you really remember everything?"

Hua Zhaoying looked down at the woman in her arms, with an inexplicable look in her eyes: "What stupid things are you talking about?"

Mu Yan snickered.

Hua Zhaoying raised her hand, gently scratched the tip of her nose, and then said, "Does my daughter-in-law want proof that I have done it?"

Dusk Yangu looked at him intently, and grabbed his finger that was scraping the tip of her nose.

"Then it's better if you don't remember."

Lu Jiuge is probably the one who freed himself the most among all his souls.

Mu Yan thought so.

Hua Zhaoying hurriedly hugged her tightly, and the hot air puffed into her ears, and the words were hot, and they lingered in her ears: "everything about you is imprinted in my heart, engraved in my soul, how can I forget it, and how can I forget it? How can I forget?"

The words were so hot that her ears were reddened.

Wan Muyan stood up, then bent down and kissed his lips lightly.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the moonlight is messy. They are two sincere hearts, fluttering and fluttering with the night wind, reaching the depths of the soul.

"I found you."

In the evening, Yan Yan's face was red, bathed in the moonlight, hazy and beautiful.

Hua Zhaoying chuckled.

"I found you too."