Quick Time Travel: My 72 Girlfriend

Last night the stars and the last night wind, the red scorpion hanging from the east of the embroidered curtain, the crows of the three thousand worlds were killed, and I slept with you until dawn.

The snowy night is the quietest and the most desolate. The clear night passed. The charcoal fire in the brazier was buried in the ashes and flickered sporadically. The breath broke in, dissipating the sticky smell of wine and the stuffy heat in the room, bringing a burst of clarity.

The wind chime hanging in the corner of the corridor is ringing, being blown by the wind and fluttering.

Qian Moyang stood in front of the window, looking at the snow hanging on the bamboo forest.

The cold snow, like a beauty in white clothes, does nothing, just sits there quietly, raising hands and feet, but it makes people feel that their hearts are rushing.

There was also some remnant snow on the window pane, Qian Mo raised his palm upwards, and slowly took some of it with his spiritual power and put it in his palm.

The cold snow fell into the warm palm, and gradually melted into a puddle of water, which slowly flowed down between the fingers.

The fragrance of platycodon flowers seems to be blowing in the wind, fascinating the mind.

The sound of light footsteps behind her gradually approached, and when they were an inch away from her, they stopped.

"The wind and snow have stopped, my lord can go."

Qian Mo turned around, Xiao Ji was wearing a light-colored robe, and the middle coat was loosely wrapped around her body, revealing her fair skin. She smiled faintly at her, raised her hand to cover her eyebrows, and looked at the person outside the window. Sky, said softly, "The sun is about to come out, and the East Gate of the Imperial Palace is changing shifts at this time, so there are no extra people."

Qian Mo remained silent, turned around and continued to look at the snowflakes outside the window.

Xiao Ji didn't speak, and stood quietly behind her, looking at her back.

If the years go early, it is a miss, and if it goes late, it becomes a regret.Encounter and parting, encounter and miss are just the years that rotate like wheels, giving people a dream of empty sigh.

After waking up from the dream, everything becomes settled. If you do the right thing, you can rest easy, but if you make a wrong thought, you can only toss and turn and can't sleep at night.

When Qian Moyang came back with a snowstorm all over her body, before the officials sweeping the snow got up, she walked in the snow with one deep boot and one shallow foot. Passed from the feet to the whole body, slowly pushed the door open with a cold breath.

Unsurprisingly, the door was not bolted.

She stumbled into the door, ran all the way to the shrine in the backyard, slammed open the door, and fell to the ground losing all strength, with her hands on the ground, panting like a dying fish.

Cang Yushuoxi was reading a book, a thick book was floating in the air and was flipped silently page by page, some weird scenes were not broken until Qian Moyang broke in.

The book slowly landed on the table in front of the shrine.

Qian Moyang raised his head, his eyes just met Cang Yushuoxi's looking over.

She smiled weakly and said, "You're awake."

Cang Yushuoxi didn't say anything, but the empty spirit body floated in front of her, looked down at her, and looked at her for a long while before slowly asking her.

"where did you go?"

"I went where I was supposed to go."

Qian Mo smiled, staggered to his feet, and took off his wet clothes in front of her without hesitation. Cang Yushuo is a spirit body, so how could he not smell the sweet wine sticking to her body? Fragrant, but she pursed her lips and said nothing, and turned around not to look at her.

Qian Moyang turned his head and took a look, but he didn't say anything. He went straight to the hot spring bath behind the shrine naked and frankly, and sat in with his eyes closed.

The warm water flowed through her limbs, re-flowing her frozen blood.

Only then did Qian Moyang open his eyes, and slowly got up, picked up the clothes that had been put aside at some time, and put them on.

Cangyu Shuoxi was fascinated by the statue enshrined in the shrine. The tall wooden statue vividly portrayed a smiling beautiful woman holding a platycodon flower in her hand, looking straight ahead with gentle eyes.

Such a statue doesn't look like a deity to be enshrined in any way, but it looks like the beauty in the heart of a young man who just met him.

After changing her clothes, Qian Moyang also came over, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and looked up at the statue.

"This thing is so heavy, how did you get it?"

"As long as I want to do it, is there anything I can't do?"

"So, you entered the Imperial Palace?"

"It was the king who summoned me, and I didn't force anyone."

"Then, should I write a gorgeous article to compliment Lord Qianmo's brilliance?"

Qian Moyang was stunned, turned around, looked at her, hesitated to speak but stopped struggling and said, "You know, there are many illusions that can be used by spiritual masters, so I, I..."

Cang Yushuoxi stopped looking at her, turned to pick up the book just now and continued to read.

Qian Moyang's eyes quickly dimmed, and he also took a book in a sullen mood, and sat beside her, but the words he read in his eyes couldn't fit into his mind.

Even if she used illusion, she was still relying on her own appearance as a guide. It was true for Yuan Wang, and it was also true for that poor Xiao Ji.In addition to spiritual master, in addition to spiritual master, since you bear this title, you must be worthy of your spiritual skills.

Her spiritual skills are all inherited from her. For so many years, she relied on her talent to suppress her spiritual power constantly, but she never said anything again. She couldn't figure out her mind, but she didn't Don't get in the way of her liking.

But now, the arrow is on the string and has to be launched.

She was quietly thinking about her own thoughts, but Cang Yushuoxi suddenly raised her head and glanced at her, her eyes were dim.

If she doesn't say anything about some things, it doesn't mean she doesn't know, and if she doesn't want to care, it doesn't mean she doesn't care. The dusty thoughts she has accumulated in her heart for hundreds of years, this time, are finally coming to an end.

The winter in Kyoto is still as cold as ever. Although the adults living in the streets are afraid of the cold, they have to sit in sedan chairs to rush to the imperial court.

Twos and threes of colorful and green soft sedan chairs walked on the street one after another, and all of them stopped when they reached the gate of the imperial court. Adults of all ranks leaned out of the sedan chairs and greeted their colleagues with bows.

Seeing a plain white soft sedan chair from a distance, it was carried into the imperial court without stopping, all the adults couldn't help muttering, where did this impolite madman come from? Dare to offend the majesty of the king, and pass the gate of the imperial court without stopping.Those who recognized him whispered to the adults around him, "That's the eldest son of Qianmo's family. He came to exorcise the spirit under the king's order. Now he is very popular in front of the king."

Oh, all the adults smiled tacitly at each other, it turned out to be him.

The news that Mr. Guanghua used his stunning appearance to confuse the King of Chaos and his beloved concubine has long been a secret. Even children playing on street corners would spit on him with disdain when they heard his name, and scolded childishly, "Monster!"

Such a wonderful son of a great family has been reduced to such a situation. I don’t know how many people sighed in the streets and alleys, but Qian Moyang seemed to have nothing to do. He was summoned to the Imperial Palace every day as usual, but he came back later every time. Also paler every time.

It was another early morning, Qian Moyang pushed open the door wearily, dragged his body and walked slowly into the shrine, opened the door, and before stepping in, he bent his legs unbearably, and was going straight Falling down, at this moment, a pair of cold hands suddenly supported her and let her lean on him, so she barely fell to the ground miserably.

"It's almost time to give up, life and death are fate, I've lived long enough."

Qian Moyang leaned in her arms, shook her head lightly when she heard the words, her face was pale, "I swear I won't let you disappear in front of me, how can I keep my word, besides, it took so much mental energy , now you ask me to stop, how is it possible?"

Cang Yushuo remained silent, quietly supported her, and listened to her panting breathing slowly, slowly calm down.

"A letter from Qianmo's family."

"Oh, is it because the old man finally can't stand my behavior and wants to sever ties with me, or did he marry another young lady?"

Cang Yushuoxi supported her, and said after a long time, "The members of Qianmo's family contracted an inexplicable disease, and lost dozens of descendants with spiritual power overnight."

"... Isn't that great, the old man doesn't have to worry about his nephews and brothers coming to snatch his position as Patriarch again."

"Qian Moyang, you know, that's not what your father wanted to say."

"But I can only think of this." Qian Moyang chuckled when she heard the words, raised her head and nibbled on her smooth chin, lightly nibbling a mark on her delicate chin, "Otherwise, what do you want me to say?" There are so many people in the family, if one dies, it will die, and there will be no fewer people. Besides, if one dies, they will have two more, isn't it the same? In short, don't do our business, what to do to control their life and death ?”

The words she said in a flat tone were indeed like her usual style. Cang Yushuo raised her head slightly, keeping her chin out of her reach, stood up and wanted to push her away, but was caught She fished it back, and she smiled lightly and rubbed her chin against her fair neck.

"It's Shuo Ri again."

"In a few days, it will be the day of divination."

Qian Mo didn't speak anymore, but the tip of her nose moved slightly to reveal her frenulum, her lips pressed against the cold skin of her chest, her teeth climbed up to the frenulum, and pulled gently.

The silky silk clothes quickly fell to the ground.

The elegant fragrance of platycodon flowers gradually filled the whole room, Qian Moyang narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and sure enough, compared to the sticky fruity fragrance, she prefers the elegant fragrance, as long as she is accompanied by such a fragrance, no matter what she does I don't care.

The candlelight in the shrine shed tears little by little. In a trance, Cang Yushuoxi saw the statue holding platycodon flowers turned into a woman very similar to her, flying towards her in the wind.

"Cang Yushuo," she said, "how can you forget the past? How can you!"

But when the new day comes, she has another chance to be a mortal for a day, why can't she forget it?

Cang Yushuoxi wanted to argue, but what came out of her mouth was a groaning sound. She looked at her god statue, and the god statue also glared at her angrily. She finally closed her eyes, no longer looked at the god statue, and no longer looked at her .

If the sins trapped in the mud can be hidden, what is there to do?