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Love does not know where it came from, but love is deep. Most of the outbursts of emotion come from a beautiful misunderstanding. If there is no collision, there will be no entanglement, and there will be no unforgettable.

An Yisheng couldn't tell how he felt about Bu Qinghe, it was faint, with bitterness in the fragrance.He briefly told about Nanny An again, but cleverly avoided the grievances between the Bu family and the An family.Bu Qinghe has been listening, sometimes with a smile, sometimes thoughtfully, as if listening to the elders of heaven talking about old things in the world, there is no pain or itching, and his face is calm and unwavering.

An Yisheng suspected that he knew all of this.

Indeed, these years, along with Mr. Cui, Bu Qinghe has gone through the past decades ago. These past grievances and grievances have destroyed a well-behaved ordinary family and turned the ordinary family relationship in a deformed direction. develop, and eventually fall apart.

Even the word "Bu" in Bu Qinghe is not his original surname, but the ancestors of the Bu family were proficient in the art of witchcraft and divination, watching the sky and astrology, and fortune-telling by looking at the nails, which helped the emperor to be unified, so they gave the surname "Bu".

The family occupation has been carried on by the surname, and it has obviously declined by now. Like most of the common people, the divination family has nothing to do with divination.

Seeing that Bu Qinghe was deep in thought and silent, An Yisheng suddenly saw the lyre on his back. Thinking of the ghostly sound of the lyre that night, he asked him, "I remember you didn't like vocal music before."

Bu Qinghe said: "People can't just live in their own minds, they still have to listen to the voices outside."

An Yisheng couldn't answer the question, it was obvious that the experience and knowledge of the two of them had been different over the years.

Bu Qinghe said again: "I hear too many voices, and my head hurts. Coming and going are nothing more than those things. People in the world are so addicted to their own grievances and hatreds that they can't extricate themselves. Everyone is crying out from the bottom of their hearts. From the perspective of others, but hope that others can echo, so, this world is full of people who shout, but few listeners."

"Yes, if you can put yourself in other people's shoes, then there won't be so many misunderstandings in the world." An Yisheng replied thoughtfully, thinking of the tragic lives of Nanny An and Mrs. Bu at the same time. , who was originally the sister of the An family, but ended up turning against each other for the rest of her life.

"I want to hear the voice in your heart." Bu Qinghe said suddenly.

An Yisheng shook his head, and said with a sneer, "The voice in my heart hahaha, I don't know what voice is in my heart."

Bu Qinghe smiled slightly, put down the piano, and sat down on the spot: "Let me play a song for you."

The sound of the zither startled the flying birds not far away, the peach red reflected the face, and the white clothes were also peachy pink.

An Yisheng first felt that the sound of the piano was beautiful and touched his thoughts, reminiscent of the carefree days in the past. During that time, there was no Bu Qinghe, and the brothers and sisters of the An family lived with their parents in the desolate Shu, and started a beautiful childhood.The sound of the zither turned around, and in a blink of an eye, An Yisheng was brought to the misery after his family's ruin, until he was taken in by Mrs. Bu's mansion, and it was here that he met Bu Qinghe.Afterwards, the sound of the piano was urgent, but An Yisheng only felt a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and no one could see it. Suddenly there was a light in front of him, and he walked towards that light, but he could never touch it.

An Yisheng didn't want to think about the following things, they were all helpless in life, he just went with the flow and resigned himself to fate, there was no special person or special thing here.

After throwing everything away, there will be nothing to love. An Yisheng is still trying to clear his mind. Now he wants to find An Hongdou, give her the map of the hundred Gu secrets of Mrs. Bu, and then rescue the prince and protect him until the flower thorn Ha sent someone.

But what about after all this?

and then?

An Yisheng's mind went blank. He never thought about who to love or hate?

There is unreasonable love, but unreasonable hatred. Even if you have heard that King Nan'an has done such a thing to the Anbu family, it can only be attributed to the price of defeat, not to mention that it was three generations ago. It is really exciting. Arouse An Yisheng's hatred.

Grandpa never told him anything about Habayashiro, probably because he wanted the An family to say goodbye to power struggles.

But fate was so harsh, and in the end he came to the Bu family and got involved in disputes.

The sound of the piano changed from violent stroking to gentle teasing, and finally stopped in the reverberation. An Yisheng found that he had walked a long way.

What about Bu Qinghe?

The peach blossoms are still there, and the young man in white is no longer there, not even a single word left behind.An Yisheng looked at the scattered peach blossoms, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab a handful. The peach blossoms seemed to be possessed by the breeze, drifting away a few inches and slipping away from his fingers, leaving An Yisheng secretly sad.

***

The man on the bed was almost collapsed, his sweat-drenched hair stuck to his red cheeks, covered by a scribbled brocade, with a half-hidden happy face still holding a pipa.There was also a woman who also passed out, but the woman was not on the bed, but on the ground, her eyes were covered by the green colored curtains, and she didn't know if she was dead or alive.

The man put on his clothes, pinned the crystal-clear green flute on his waist, and smiled at the man on the bed, showing an unfinished expression, revealing two shallow dimples, and said: "Brother Shunfeng, Well, you are mine now."

Shunfeng on the bed gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, so he could only cast him a knife-like gaze.

That's right, the bitch opposite is An Yisheng, a prostitute who picks flowers. He came in last night somehow, and the rest of the night was indescribable.

The flower picker poured a glass of water, helped Shunfeng sit up, handed it to his lips, and let him drink it. "Let's say it first, it was an accident, you have to blame it, it's just that this woman is not to my taste." After saying that, he kicked the woman on the ground.

After drinking the water, Shunfeng felt that he had gained some strength, so he came up with a slap and smashed towards the prostitute, but the prostitute avoided it cleverly, and said with a smile: "Why, you just got married for a night, and you want to think about it so quickly. Murder your own husband, hehe."

Seeing his shameless and rampant appearance, he became angry with the wind, regardless of his nakedness and slight soreness, he kicked off the quilt without saying a word, and slapped the flower picker one after another. , Everywhere they went, all the tables, windows, chairs and stools were shattered.

What a powerful palm.The palm wind blowing by the flower picker's ear blows away a bunch of hair that was stuffed in his ear, looking at Shunfeng with red eyes, he secretly thinks something is wrong, this person is desperate.

"Hey, it can't be." The flower picker dodged a palm, and the vase behind him was slapped apart, and the fragments cut through Shunfeng's palm, but he didn't stop, he waved his bloody palm and slapped it.

"I won't get pregnant." The flower picker continued to dodge, but gradually became overwhelmed. It was difficult to escape in this small room.

"It's a big deal, I'll let you come back up..." The flower picker panicked, it seemed that he had encountered a hard problem today.

Shunfeng struck the flower picker's shoulder with a palm. The flower picker suffered from pain in his shoulder and couldn't lift half of his arm, so he sat crookedly on the ground.As soon as he turned around, he saw Shunfeng's crazy face and a clenched fist, swinging towards him.

My life is over, the flower picker lamented, if I eat this punch, my jaw will be blown away.

However, as soon as the fist touched the face, it hung down limply, bleeding from the corner of Shunfeng's mouth, and he fell on the flower picker.

The sound of fighting alarmed the others, and some people rushed over one after another. The flower picker took a look at Shunfeng. The two of them were so close, not to mention Shunfeng was still naked. This reminded the flower picker of the wonderful spring breeze last night.

The flower picker looked at the woman on the ground, heard the voice outside getting closer, and said softly: "Now, the relationship between you and me has been formed, and I am not a heartless person. Let me do something for you." After finishing speaking, he threw Shunfeng onto the bed, and at the same time removed the woman's clothes a few times, threw them into Shunfeng's arms, covered her with a blanket, and rushed out of the door.

Everyone saw a flying shadow coming out, jumped a few times, and then disappeared into the courtyard. They chased after him, but they were thrown far behind.At the same time, I looked at the house, the inside was smashed to pieces, a man and a woman embraced each other on the bed, obviously after a fierce battle.

Women have long been used to this kind of thing, and occasionally there will be some strong goods, and they have to use force to conquer them.But what happened to the person who just flew out?At this moment, a woman called out: "The man has escaped."

All the girls combined with the man who just flew out, naturally thought that this was the one she was talking about, and escaped by themselves, but when they came to save people, they found that the uncooked rice had been cooked.

The women reported this to the Sovereign, and the women behind the curtain closed their eyes and rested their minds. Through the curtain, they made a gesture of pinching flowers lazily: "Kill".

All the women understand and go to search for people.

The flower picker just wanted to go to the cell to rescue him.In fact, he never left, and followed An Yisheng not too far away, watching them set up a house here, fish and grow flowers and plants, until the woman in colorful clothes came to capture her on the way.Knowing that he was invincible, he quietly followed.After a tortuous story, she had an affair with Shunfeng. It seems that if I don’t give him an explanation, my life will never end. I simply rescued Shunlu and handed it over to him. Spare yourself a bit.

The flower picker was thinking very well, but he ignored the fact that women here are not easy, and he was secretly staring at his self-righteous hiding until he stepped into the cell.

What was waiting for the flower picker was a net. A golden silk net directly wrapped the flower picker tightly and hung it in the air. Then a woman came out from the shadows and said to the little girl next to her: " Notify the suzerain."

"Yes, Aunt Shameful Flower." The little girl walked away while talking.

The flower picker couldn't move half of his shoulder, but he still let out a puff of smoke from his body, hoping that the group of people would fall down, and then wait for the opportunity to leave the fishing net.However, when the smoke cleared, what was waiting for him was Aunt Shame Hua's half-smile face and disdainful eyes.

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