After Qingming gl

On the way back, Yan Bugu was always worried.

When passing through the narrow and dark stone path, Yan Bugu couldn't help holding Jun Mengling's hand.

It's cool, holding it like fat jade silk.

Jun Mengling didn't respond, but he didn't let her hold her hand either.

Yan Bugu's eyes flickered slightly, and he called out in a low voice:

"Master, I know I was wrong."

Jun Mengling was silent.

After walking out of the stone path, the stone door behind her suddenly closed, and she gave a faint "hmm".

Yan Bugu smiled carelessly, but he was still uneasy.

She looked at Jun Mengling's back, her eyes were filled with sadness.

It's hard to get...

It was hard to force this person to open his heart...

It's not easy to have such a relationship...

When they came out of the forest together and Jun Mengling got on the horse, Yan Bugu got on the horse with her.

"master."

Yan Bugu held Jun Mengling's waist and buried her neck, his voice was muffled:

"are you angry?"

Jun Mengling's body froze, then he relaxed, shook his head, and said softly:

"No."

Yan Bugu stared at the fair neck and said quietly:

"Then master regretted it? Don't want to go on like this?"

Jun Mengling was taken aback for a moment, then sighed:

"Don't think blindly."

Yan Bugu nodded.

After Jun Mengling thought for a while, he opened his mouth again:

"I was just thinking about the crusade against Tianzhang Sect."

"Fight against the Heavenly Stretch Sect?"

Jun Mengling nodded:

"Brother Lin believes that since Huayanlou has been seriously injured, this is a good time to crusade against Tianzhang Sect. So three days later, Brother Lin and I plan to gather all the decent sects in the world and go to crusade against Tianzhang Sect together."

Yan Bugu frowned and thought for a while, then said:

"Let's find out more about the news."

Jun Mengling let out a "hmm".

Yan Bugu hugged her waist, smiled, and said in a low voice:

"Master, how about we ride a horse together?"

Jun Mengling frowned:

"Ok?"

But for a moment, Jun Mengling's horse galloped forward like flying.

And it was followed by Wei Young and Qian Cheng, and there was no one on the two horses.

Yan Bugu was embraced by Jun Mengling from behind, riding the horse in an awkward posture.

"Master... can't I come to drive the horse?"

Yan Bugu raised his eyebrows uncomfortably, looked at Jun Mengling and asked.

Jun Mengling smiled when he heard the words, but didn't speak.

She raised the whip in her hand, and the horse galloped faster.

The wind blew Jun Mengling's long hair, and the white robe rustled.

After Yan Bugu stared at her profile for a while, he leaned against her arms and narrowed his eyes.

In the early years when Yan Bugu couldn't ride a horse, the two of them mostly rode the horse in this posture, but they were not as close as they are now.

While the horses were galloping, except for the time to rest, the two of them only took a day and a half to arrive at the Palace of Banqing.

After returning to the Wanqing Palace, the first thing Jun Mengling did was to announce that Yan Bugu would be retaken as a disciple, restoring her former position as the Young Palace Master.

Everyone laughed when they heard the uproar.

Yuezhi said that she would arrange a banquet in the evening to welcome Yan Bugu's return.

Everyone was chatting about the dinner below, Yan Bugu yawned and greeted Jun Mengling, and went back to his attic to rest.

She didn't lazily get up from the bed until the crescent moon rose.

After calling twice casually, Mei Qing and Mei Xue, the two maids who were serving her, walked in with a smile.

Yan Bugu sat on the bed, his eyes were still slightly squinted.

Looking at them, Yan Bugu lazily asked them to prepare a set of narrow-sleeved green robes that he was accustomed to wearing and hot water for bathing, and then took a nap for a while.

She didn't fully wake up until she finished bathing and put on her green robe.

After straightening his sleeves and pulling up his hair, Yan Bugu went to the Bi Ting Garden for the banquet with a smile on his lips.

The moon leans against the starry sky, beautiful four-corner fluorescent lamps are hung on the branches, and the round tables are neatly arranged on both sides of the road. The delicious wine and food on the table are very attractive.

And behind the square table on the high platform in the garden, sat Jun Mengling in a white orchid brocade robe.

The lights were bright and the moon was dim. Jun Mengling's brown eyes looked at her from above to below through the bustling crowd.

The glass-like pupils shone with a tempting luster, shallow and faint, and under the shade of the lights, there was a bit of irresistible tenderness in the pupils.

Yan Bugu was also looking at her with soft eyes.

A thousand years at a glance.

It's like past life and present life.

Perhaps a long, long time ago, on both sides of the other shore, the two stopped staring at each other like this.

"master."

Yan Bugu called out softly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and there was light in his eyes.

Then he took a step forward and came to Jun Mengling.

Dinner is just a few things: talk, drink, eat food.

There were a few disciples in the Palace of Banqing who had a good relationship with Yan Bugu, and they all came over with wine glasses smiling and persuading him to drink.

Yan Bugu naturally didn't shirk, she drank whoever made a toast.

The capacity for alcohol is not bad, but after drinking so much, she only blushes slightly, but her mind is still clear.

There was a lot of noise around, Yan Bugu sat there very quietly, drinking wine glass by glass, laughing at the appearance of all beings at the banquet.

It wasn't until the moon hung high in the sky and the banquet was over that Yan Bugu lazily sat up and walked back to his attic.

After a simple bath, Yan Bugu washed off the smell of alcohol and put on a new green robe

Then with an inexplicable smile, she walked towards Jun Mengling's residence with her hands in her arms.

Before the maids could speak, she walked in by herself.

Turned around, but did not see Jun Mengling.

Yan Bugu was dumbfounded, and hurriedly pulled a maid to ask, but she said she didn't know.

Yan Bugu became anxious, and searched around for a while, but Jun Mengling was still nowhere to be seen.

She looked up at the night sky, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, she turned around and ran back to Jun Mengling's residence, and came to the back of the house.

There is a tombstone standing there, and an old tree is planted beside it.

Yan Bugu groped on the trunk of the old tree for a while, and there was a click behind the tombstone, revealing a small door that was opened.

Without saying a word, Yan Bugu jumped inside.

The inside of the stone path was pitch black. She touched the stone wall and walked forward step by step.

The field of vision suddenly widened and brightened, and there was an empty underground palace in front of him. On the candlesticks hanging on the whitewashed walls, the candle flames flickered like flowers.

In the center of the underground palace, there is an ice coffin.And the one sleeping in the ice coffin was Jun Mengling's deceased husband, Shen Rufeng.

His eyebrows are handsome, his skin is fair, and he looks like a god in a deep sleep.

He was dressed in a blue robe like a flower, and his pale face could not conceal his natural demeanor.

When Yan Bugu's gaze touched the person lying on the ice coffin, he was slightly taken aback, then sighed, walked over and squatted down, stroked the person's cold cheek with his hand and said helplessly:

"How do you drink like this?"

Jun Mengling lay on the ice coffin, falling into a drowsy sleep with her eyes closed, and a wine bottle and a wine glass were scattered beside her.

Sensing that someone was touching her, she raised her head in a daze and opened her eyes. There seemed to be stars falling in her brown eyes.

"Not ancient."

He was so drunk that his voice was muffled.

Yan Bugu casually agreed, put his arms around her and said:

"I'll take you back."

Jun Mengling shook his head, shaking his limp body, trying to stand up by himself, but halfway through, he sat back down.

Yan Bugu quickly hugged her up.

Jun Mengling's face turned red, and he looked at her wanderingly.

Yan Bugu had never seen Jun Mengling like this before, and his heart started to itch. He could not help clearing his throat, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Master, this disciple will take you back to your room."

Jun Mengling leaned softly in her arms, closing her eyes without saying a word.

Yan Bugu is happy to have a beautiful woman in his arms, wishing that Jun Mengling will always rely on him like this.

There was silence all around, and the candles were flickering and glowing warmly.

In the silence, Jun Mengling suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Bugu, I told Rufeng about us."

Yan Bugu was stunned when he heard the words:

"Ok?"

Jun Mengling suddenly smiled, like the flowers blooming on the branches in March, dazzling clusters.

She slowly approached Yan Bugu's ear, and the sweet smell of wine lingered on the tip of Yan Bugu's nose.

"Rufeng said, he was very happy to hear that."

Jun Mengling's voice was low.

Hearing this, Yan Bugu's heart instantly swelled, and indescribable joy swept over every part of his body.

At this moment, she was like a newly married groom, excited but at a loss, looking at Jun Mengling's face flushed from the smell of alcohol, she finally couldn't help it, and kissed it pitifully.

Jun Mengling's eyelashes trembled, but he did not refuse.