Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

The wind and snow outside are very heavy, and the house has reached the point where dripping water has turned into ice.

Zhao Qi hugged his ball of wool but didn't feel cold at all. He was happy rolling around in the ice and snow, and from time to time he warmly called the little butterfly to play.

The little butterfly who took shape a few years older than her, although her spiritual power is higher than hers, but her body is a butterfly that can't stand the cold. Now in the heavy snow, she is holding the stove in the room with several pots of coals. Stamping and yelling that it was cold, how could he be so stupid and went to play with the kitten in the ice and snow, so after hearing what she said, he couldn't help standing in front of the open pane with the stove in admiration, and said to her, "Outside It’s snowing so much, and when you’re careful, you lose your spiritual power and turn into a cat again, buried in the snow and unable to get out, that’s the fun.”

Zhao Qi just didn't listen, made a face at her, and threw his ball of yarn again.Little Butterfly was so excited by her sudden naughtiness that she just wanted to go up and pull her beard. Before she could move a single step, she heard the door knocker being pulled loudly.

Who is this, come back from the snowy day.

Little Butterfly was puzzled, but she caught a glimpse of Zhao Qi's careless one who had happily dropped the ball of yarn in his hand and hurried to open the door, and ran over while bouncing and shouting, "Is Brother Qianmo back? "

"Don't go over there, Brother Qianmo said that he will stay in the Imperial Palace for several days!"

Seeing this, Little Butterfly stomped her feet and shouted anxiously. Qian Moyang had told her before being recruited by the king to the imperial residence to protect the gate and the enchantment he set up around it, otherwise there would be a catastrophe.

Although she didn't know what the catastrophe was, it was just that Qian Moyang's expression was too solemn before leaving, and now there are only three of them left in this house, not to mention her magical powers, and her sophistication is also weaker than her Dajie, as for the only capable Cang Yushuoxi, she is still sleeping in the shrine with a void soul body, and although she herself has been taken care of by Qian Moyang in the Yinyang House for more than ten years, she still has spiritual power Not enough, I heard from Qian Moyang that there are so many people hiding dragons and crouching tigers in this capital, what if a few people come to find fault at this time!

Thinking about it, Little Butterfly didn't care about the cold anymore, and jumped out of the window when she raised her spiritual power, but Zhao Qi really missed Qian Moyang so much, she turned a deaf ear and kept running forward, waiting for Little Butterfly to jump out By the time she was done, she had already opened the door swiftly.

"Hello, may I ask, is your master there? I'm at Xiafeng Mingchuan, come to pay a visit."

A tall man stood in front of the door, and behind him, there were seven or eight warriors with swords standing beside a carriage. The man's original expression was serious, but after seeing Zhao Qi opened the door, he immediately turned around. For a smile, ask her kindly.

It wasn't Qian Moyang's face that I saw when I opened the door. Zhao Qi was sad, and when he heard Feng Mingchuan's question, he was about to answer without thinking, but was dragged into his arms by the little butterfly who was chasing up from behind. Shutting her mouth, she blew her beard and stared at Feng Mingchuan, "It's snowing too much today, brother Qianmo said he won't see guests!"

"Oh, it's such a pity." Feng Mingchuan had expected this to happen a long time ago, with a regretful expression on his face, he shook his head and looked at Little Butterfly, and sighed sincerely, "I heard that Cang Yu from his house The girl is ill, I brought the doctor from my house here for treatment, but now he is not here, what should I do, I am really worried about Cangyu's illness."

Little Butterfly was taken aback when she heard this, and then looked Feng Mingchuan more in the eyes, thinking in her heart that even Brother Qianmo couldn't cure Sister Shuoxi's illness. There is no spiritual power, how could there be a way.Thinking about it, she didn't take Feng Mingchuan's words to heart, she pulled the trick in her arms behind her back, stared and started to chase people away, "Go, go, brother Qianmo said that if you don't see guests, you don't see them. Don't stand in the way. I'm sick of it."

I didn't expect this little girl to be quite clever. Feng Mingchuan bumped into a wall, but he was not annoyed. He took a silk fan and shook it in the cold winter, smiled, and whispered to her, "Little girl, I used to be in the Yinyang House Sometimes I see that you are very attached to your sister Shuoxi, why don't you care about her life after seeing her for only a few days? I heard that it will be the day of divination in a few days, and the little girl is young and full of spiritual energy. Naturally, there is no need to worry. I wonder if Miss Cangyu can bear it?"

Little Butterfly stared at him in disbelief for a moment, and even the movement of wanting to push him was frozen by the cold winter, and froze.

The fragrance of flowers and wine floats in the room one by one. Coals are lit in the room, but it is warm but suffocating. Enchanting blooming snowflakes have already climbed on the window panes, but the inside of the windows is covered with a thin The thin mist is indistinct, revealing the vagueness of the mist.

Qian Mo lay on the small table next to the couch, staring at the dancing candle flames in a trance. The candle flames were burning, and she seemed to be able to see Cang Yu Shuo Xi's transparent and thin soul body feebly inhabiting the shrine.

In less than one month, it will be the divination day, whether it is for spiritual masters or spiritual bodies, it is the weakest and most vulnerable day of the year.

Seeing Cang Yushuoxi's pale face, Qian Moyang's heart ached, and even the disgusted mind was gradually suppressed by the pain.

She was only in a trance, but the light yellow and charming firelight reflected her figure on the screen surrounded by pearls and emeralds, dimly showing the light colors of ink painting.

The room was too stuffy, so she took off her coat, revealing her delicate and smooth collarbone.

Mr. Guanghua not only has a jade-like appearance, but also a natural appearance.

Xiao Ji knelt on the other side of the couch, looked at her indifferently, and then found a small stove, warming the wine attentively.

The emerald green wine was slowly poured into the jade cup of cherry blossoms, and the aroma of the wine seemed to be soaked in the aroma of cherry blossoms, and the chaotic flying gradually fascinated people's eyes.

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

"Does your lord drink?"

Qian Mo came back to her senses, raised her eyes and saw her smile, which was as sticky as the smell of wine, adding a bit of charm to the winter room.

Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, silently took the wine she handed over, stroked it twice, and slowly took a sip of it against his mouth.

Sweet, greasy.

"This is Xiao Ji's own wine, so it's not easy to get drunk."

Smiling and explaining to her, Xiao Ji poured a glass herself, and the sound of clear water pouring into the wine glass could be heard in the quiet room. Qian Mo looked at the candle on the table, and the crackling candle tears would wrap the whole body of the candle.

It's almost night.

"It's very cold outside." No longer looking at the candle, Qian Moyang slightly got up and looked out the window, the snowflakes and goose feathers generally have no tendency to stop, "The snow is really heavy."

"Yes." Putting down the wine glass in her hand, Xiao Ji also followed her words and looked at the snowflakes covering the panes, "This kind of snow has been falling for such a long time, the snow outside must have accumulated several feet. "

Looking at each other again without words, Xiao Ji got up and added some charcoal, and immediately the temperature in the room was a little higher.

Qian Moyang watched her move silently, without saying a word, but only two clothes remained because of the heat.

"Do you want to drink again, sir?" Picking up the wine glass, Xiao Ji wanted to pour another glass for her, but when her fingers touched her wine glass, she caught her.

Xiao Ji smiled and looked at her, "Doesn't your lord like the taste of this wine?"

Qian Mo stared at her without joy or sorrow, Xiao Ji let her look at her generously with a smile on her face, the coals were still burning fiercely, and the tears from the candles were also continuously streaming down.

Qian Moyang finally let go of her hand.

Xiao Ji still smiled lightly, and after filling her with wine, she held on to the wine glass, gave it a little forward, and said, "Master Xiao Ji, do you want another drink?"

Although this wine is green in color, it tastes sweet and greasy. In contrast, she still likes to drink light and light wine. It is brewed from her favorite platycodon flower, which represents the wine of their family.

Qian Moyang raised his wine glass, nodded to her from a distance away, and swallowed the wine with his head raised.

Xiao Ji smiled and drank the wine in the glass herself.

But it is bitter and astringent.

The snow was so heavy, so heavy, she didn't ask him why he chose to enter the Imperial Palace at this season, nor how he entered the Qing Palace, when he came, why he came, and naturally she didn't ask him when Go, why go.

The cherry blossoms also withered, she thought, she should be afraid of being lonely.

"I don't know you, how do you know Bu Ri?"

At this moment, Little Butterfly is like a wounded lion cub, spreading all the hair on his body to defend against this inexplicable person in front of him.

"Young lady, you should forget things so much that you don't recognize me. As for this divination day, I said that I brought a doctor to treat Miss Cangyu on this trip. How could I not know?" She closed her silk with a half-smile Fan, Feng Mingchuan nodded his chin, "Since you have brought a gentleman with spiritual skills, how can I not know the divination day?"

"You brought a person who knows spiritual skills?!" Xiaodie frowned and hadn't decided whether he was an enemy or a friend. Zhao Qi, who had been caught by her all the time, couldn't help it, poked his head out, and asked curiously , "Then can you cure Sister Shuoxi?"

"All of this can only be known after seeing Miss Cangyu." Feng Mingchuan gave her an unfathomable look, and said to the little butterfly who was still hesitating, "Although Mr. Guanghua is talented, he is still young after all. The gentleman brought here has half a lifetime of experience as a spirit master, little girl, you can introduce Mr. Qianmo first, even if you can’t cure Miss Cangyu, it’s good to try it.”

Zhao Qi nodded in the back and kept calling Sister Butterfly, Little Butterfly turned her head around, and before Feng Mingchuan got impatient waiting, she let go and agreed, "Okay, but you are only allowed to bring the one except that When the spiritual master comes in, the rest of the people you brought must guard the door and cannot step in."

"Okay." Feng Mingchuan agreed without hesitation, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Anyway, those samurai were just there to protect him, there was no difference between coming and not coming, as long as he and the old man could go in, they could do things.