How many times the group portrait is spring

In the cold pool of the underground palace, the water is cold, and under the silence and withering eyes, there is only one person who closes his eyes and concentrates, his appearance is unparalleled.

But also on such a cold pool, little spots of light condense, which is a very light blue, slowly piled up, and piece together a double-petaled lotus flower.

When Yan Huai returned from the banquet, Yan Huai was still awake. He lit a ray of light between the man's brows, looked at the half-bloomed lotus, and whispered in disbelief: "Bingpo Xinlian? Really crazy?" .”

This blue lotus is a rarer existence than the Xuanbing Po, and what is needed is not only the years and months, the painstaking efforts, according to records, only those who have no heart have the root of love, can this lotus bloom. .

"Since it's unintentional, why bother to have the root of love." Yan Zhi looked at the unbloomed blue lotus coldly, and was not in the mood to destroy it directly.

But when Yan Huai woke up, the lotus bloomed, and all things came into being. He was the only one with quiet eyes, filled with clouds and water, and the icy soul lotus fell on Yan Huai's open palm, slowly stretching the petals and blooming.

The bloom of the ice soul lotus is like a dream, it is obviously a very short time, but it is also infinitely stretched and magnified.

Yan Huai was speechless for a while, and so was Yan Zhi, until after a long time, Yan Zhi spoke first: "I will not interfere with your matter anymore, and you should stop being reckless."

"Thank you Lord."

"Don't thank me, take care of yourself first."

The person in the coffin was silent and painless, with a peaceful expression as if he was sleeping peacefully, but Yan Huai remembered how he wiped away the blood on the corners of Ning Qing's lips little by little, and remembered that the tears that fell on his fingers were scorching hot, and it was he who cried back in distress.

The invisible wind pushed open the coffin mouth, Yan Huai bent down, and the ice soul lotus in his hand poured into Ning Qing's mouth slowly like a spiritual flow.

He had calculated, calculated how long it would take to raise the Mysterious Ice Soul for ten thousand years, and how long it would take for Ning to wake up, but this ice soul lotus is really a surprise, it can revive the dead, flesh and bones, and resurrect all things.

Yan Huai felt that he didn't understand the word "transparent", but he could learn it slowly and try to love, as long as Ning wakes up...

This farewell from early summer to late autumn is finally coming to an end.

It was his eyes that were as clear and warm as before, and his wedding dress was like fire, and when he interlocked his fingers, he called him: "Tuhui..."

As always, without hesitation, he sealed it with a kiss. It was his tears that were warm, and the extremely low sobs were stuck between his lips and teeth.

From the time when Yun Shuilan fainted in the Qianjiu Palace, everyone knew that the people in the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing who made their mansion so precious, woke up.

Yan Huai's always-empty flute had an extra pendant, the one he had been hiding in his arms all the time; there was another person beside him who had always walked alone, walking side by side, not in front and back.

With all these signs and rumors, a happy event in Qianjiu Palace is imminent.

"Crazy? Is he crazy or are you crazy?" Shu Huayan had a big objection to this.

"Let him go." Yan Zhi has recently been in charge of recovering the Demon Locking Tower and escaping from the demons. Yan Huai just recovered from his illness and it is not easy for him to share all the matters with him. It can be said that he is very indulgent of his own family.

"The disaster of blood and light! Do you understand the disaster of blood and light?!" Shu Huayan was quite anxious.

"Didn't you already see blood once..." Qin Muzhi whispered.

"... Can this be the same?" Shu Huayan choked up, not quite sure of his hexagram, he has always cherished his life, and it is impossible to open the big hexagram of the secret, so naturally he would not know the way forward for those two people how.

"Okay, I'll go by myself." Shu Huayan put away his fan and walked away.

Shu Huayan had a vague feeling that Ning Jiuchen's sword wasn't the end. Even though Yan Huai was in a coma for a long time, he still felt something was wrong.

But when the Shu Hua Banquet arrived, Yan Huai was the only one in the mansion's courtyard, and that person who had always been extremely indifferent was carving the fan bones, and there were a few pieces of rice paper scattered on the table, most of which were orchids and bamboos.

"You are..." Shu Hua had a meal, and unconsciously slapped her hand.

"I haven't given Zhelan anything yet, I want to make him a fan." Yan Huai didn't look up, still focusing on carving the fan bones.

"So you can make fans." Shu Huayan was a little surprised, the inscription on the fan in his hand was inscribed by Yan Huai, and he still remembered that he pestered Yan Huai for a long time and said that he would accept it as a birthday gift.

Now Yan Huai is making fans for others without any grievances, without the slightest bit of impatience.

And look at his flute, which was always empty, there was an extremely simple pendant.

It turns out that some people, really, prefer only one-hearted people.

"Is there an order from the Lord?" Yan Huai turned the fan bone in his hand, he carved it extremely thin, but still retained the sandalwood charm.

"Ah...it's okay." Shu Huayan pursed her lips, and smiled towards Yan Huai: "I just want to ask you, what do you want for the new wedding, so that I can prepare in advance."

"I don't really want it." Yan Huai paused, but he didn't deny that Shu Huayan said that his wedding was coming, but he wanted to be indifferent, and he couldn't think of anything when asked by Shu Huayan.

"Oh no, this big marriage is only once in a lifetime, how can you not want anything." Shu Huayan smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I want to go by myself, and I can't count on you."

"Maybe there is." Yan Huai paused, "I'll wait for Zhelan better, as I wish."

"...This, for sure, who will treat your daughter-in-law badly." Shu Huayan waved his hand and said goodbye: "I have nothing else to do and I will leave first."

"it is good."

When Shu Huayan was leaving, it happened that Ning Qing came. After the two nodded, Shu Huayan turned to look, and saw Yan Huai by the window hiding the things he was doing in a panic and looking up at Ning Qing. The man smiled slightly and lowered his head.

Perhaps only this boundless gentleness can melt the frost in Yanhuai's eyes.

Yan Huai's reading and commenting can often be delayed until very late, and it is not uncommon for someone to accompany him to read, but if this person is Ning Qing, he is so different.

He will move the lamp far away for him, and remind him softly: "Don't stare at the book for too long, it will hurt your eyes."

Hearing the sound, Yan Huai shifted his gaze, and saw Ning Qing's eyebrows curved, and asked him softly, "Are you looking at me?"

As soon as he said this, Yan Huai immediately lowered his gaze, and heard the sound of Ning Qing closing the scroll, and then, the slender five fingers came into view, stroked his cheeks, and heard Ning Qing say with a smile: Look at it openly."

Yan Huai closed his eyes, grabbed Ning Qing's wrist and said, "You...be obedient."

"I'm obedient." Ning Qing smiled, "I'll do whatever you say, okay?"

Yan Huai looked at Ning Qing rather dumbfounded, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion this was, but because of Ning Qing's smile, it was hard for him to concentrate on the book he was reading just now.

"...Mmm." Yan Huai didn't know how to answer, he looked away, brushed a fringe from his hair crown for Ning Qing, and said, "I still have some documents that I haven't read..."

"But it's very late now. You haven't rested since the beginning of the morning."

"Everything in the palace is complicated..."

"But it's time for you to rest."

Yan Huai couldn't argue with him, and after stacking the documents, he led Ning Qing to stand up, and he softened his tone: "Then let's go back."

"it is good."

Su Mei, who came to Fujun's study to deliver letters in the middle of the night, looked at the dark study and fell into deep thought, did she make a mistake?Is she going the wrong way?Can the lights in Fujun's study be turned off before the cock crows?

Didn't her family's lord always believe that as long as he is busy, he will be busy to death?

Just at this time, a person slowly walked out of the dark place, it was Yan Huai who had recently undertaken Yan Huai's workload.

"Bring it." Yan Zhi stretched out his hand towards Su Mei, he didn't look very happy, which can also be extended to mean that he was not in a good mood.

After all, Yan Huai has so many things to do on weekdays, it's really not something a normal person can handle.

"My lord, please see that Qing Zhu, the Demon King of Southern Border, is very interested in her." Su Mei smiled brightly, as long as the palace lord is having a hard time, their subordinates will really feel very 'sad' for the palace lord.

Yan Zhi took out the letter casually, and the letter spontaneously ignited in an instant, Yan Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and mocked lightly: "I really think of myself as something."

He has been silent recently, but because Yan Huai's happy event is approaching, he made them feel a little bit, this monster clan, the first time the demon lock tower was broken, they wanted to bite back, really, wishful thinking.

"Set up the frontier defense first, and let them roam free for a few more days." The conversation between the two in the empty courtyard echoed slightly, and Su Mei bowed her knees, "Yes, my lord."

Compared with Yan Zhi who was dizzy with busy work, Yan Huai ushered in a rare leisure. Ning Qing is a person who knows life very well. Yan Huai's originally large but empty courtyard has added a lot of green plants, and there are more carved papers in the study. lamp.

Ning Qing belongs to the origin of wood, and withered flowers can bloom again in his palm.

Yan Huai silently let go of these details, and let Ning Qing tidy up his hair. The two of them looked at each other in the mirror, and it was Ning Qing who whispered in his ear with a smile: "I I haven't seen you wearing light-colored clothes, do you want to try?"

"it is good."

What Ning Qing prepared for him was a set of light gray-blue clothes, embroidered with rippling water patterns, and bamboo proudly, which matched Ning Qing's cloud patterns. These two sets of clothes were originally thought carefully of.

"It really looks good." Ning Qing was very satisfied with the effect of Yan Huai's clothes on the upper body. The sky and water were the same color, and there were light grays, which wiped away the coldness in Yan Huai's eyes, and added a sense of elegance and elegance.

"Do you like it?" Yan Huai stroked the tassels that fell from his hair, he was not used to such elegant attire.

"Well, what about backtracking?"

But if Ning Qing likes it, it's not impossible to give it a try.

"I'm also happy." As soon as Yan Huai said this, Ning Qing's eyes became more smiling. He grabbed Yan Huai's sleeve and said, "Also, haven't you noticed that the clouds and water blend together, and the orchid and bamboo complement each other."

Ning Qing's point of view of the already similar costumes is self-evident.

"Remember it." Yan Huai nodded, and took Ning Qing's hand back into his palm, "You have just recovered from a serious illness, and I will take you out for a walk."

Ning Qing's health is not good, so it's always good to take him out for a walk in addition to the medicinal diet.

The sun was shining outside, and the huge courtyard was lush with greenery. Except for the two of them, only servants walked by by chance.

"I didn't expect it to be late autumn in a blink of an eye." Ning Qing seemed to be recovering well, and he was also in a good mood, and the corners of his lips had never been suppressed.

Yan Huai seldom took such a pure walk. Most of the time, either he followed people behind him to listen to his orders, or he followed the banquet and listened to the banquet.

It is really rare to be so quiet.

But together with Ning Qing, this feeling is natural and soothing, the sunlight shining down brightens the road ahead, and the person next to him softens the years, as if they had been walking together like this in the past.

The author has something to say: I'm not very good at writing emotional dramas, I changed it several times... let's just make do with it...