Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Behavior is an extremely difficult thing to do.

He got up and sat on the couch, and jokingly said next to Xia Yu: "It's fine for Xia Yu to marry me, we'll live like this. Seeing the rain in spring and playing with snow in winter, it's a pleasure."

"If you want to marry, you will marry me." Xia Yu's mind flashed the appearance of Song Jing's Yeli after being kissed that day, her heart missed half a beat, and her ears turned red involuntarily.

Song Jing looked at Xia Yu's pink and tender earlobes with satisfaction, but it was okay, Xia Yu was a shy guy at heart, and she couldn't cover it up very well.My own fun has not disappeared.

I was happy in my heart, so I didn't care what Xia Yu said. She bent her lips and said, "It doesn't matter. If Xia Yu wants me, I'm very happy."

Then, as expected, take a look at the ears that have risen in color.

What a beautiful day.

Song Jing sighed.

"Boom—boom—" There was a knock on the closed wooden door, and a familiar female voice sounded, "Master Qingli, the Patriarch is here to invite you."

Patriarch?Tantai Qingyan?

Song Jing went over and pulled the latch, opened the door, and the maid Lancai, who was becoming more and more attractive, stood outside the door, her posture was like a lady, with a peaceful smile on her face.

Lancai is the person who has changed the most in ten months. From the annoying appearance of being mean and underestimating others before, she has become warm and tolerant like a spring breeze, with a quiet and gentle smile on her face, which makes people feel warm The sun brushed the body.

It's like two different people.Song Jing didn't know what expression to show to face the basket.

Although the relationship between Chunshui and Lancai is private, Song Jing is the one who knows it the most.It feels like Chunshui no longer needs his friend when he has basket color.

Song Jing touched the bridge of his nose, are they friends?

With such a cold and distant expression and behavior, Chun Shui put him in the cold palace, right?

"Do you know exactly what it is, Lancai?" Song Jing looked at Lancai's white porcelain-like oval-shaped face, and asked with a frown.

Except for the necessities of life, Tantai Qingyan has ignored him for a long time, why is he suddenly ready to dig him out of the corner.

The intuition was a bit bad, Song Jing squinted her eyes, thinking about all the possibilities in her mind.

Lancai stared at the indifferent and pale young man in front of him. He heard that his birthday was after the 15-day Lantern Festival. In other words, in two months, he would be [-] years old.Generally, young masters from aristocratic families will take several concubines at this age.

She smiled: "I think it's probably preparing for the Lantern Festival and Young Master Qingli's birthday party."

"That's it." Song Jing was embarrassed, when is her birthday?Xiao Qingli has no impression of this aspect at all in her memory, and she really can't remember her real birthday.

"If it's all right, then Lancai will leave first." Lancai's eyes were gentle, "Master Chunshui was tired from practicing sword just now, I have to prepare some snacks and tea."

Lancai turned around, and a complex light flashed in Rushui's eyes, like sadness and guilt, which turned into tenderness in an instant.

"Girl Lancai." Song Jing couldn't help shouting, seeing the warm light in the eyes of Lancai who turned around, it was too late to hide, and for a moment, it was as if she saw the eyes of Su Jiang, the prince You, with the same compassion and tenderness, which made people unable to help Reminds me of church steeples and white doves.

"Master Qingli, is there anything else?" Lancai chuckled.

Song Jing was speechless and said after a while, "Say hello to Chun Shui for me."

Lancai agreed, turned around and left leisurely. The figure turned around the corner and disappeared from Song Jing's sight.

"Everyone is gone, what are you looking at?" Xia Yu jumped out of bed and walked to Song Jing. Jing waved in front of him, "I've fallen in love with him, and Lancai is from Chunshui."

"Xia Yu actually knows this too?" Song Jing retracted her gaze, and quietly curled her lips, "I didn't see the basket color, I just..."

"Just what?"

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer directly, and asked with a strange expression: "Among the shocking dust, is there any so-called qi-watching technique?"

"Wangqi?" Xia Yu tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head uncertainly: "I never heard of it, what is Wangqi?"

"For example, there is a way to find out the future fate, is there?"

"How is it possible?" Xia Yu's eyes widened, and she raised her hand to touch Song Jing's forehead, "Little Jing, do you have a cold?"

Song Jing took Xia Yu's hand down, and said in a dull tone, "Then it's gone?"

Xia Yu pulled Song Jing into it strangely: "Of course not, everyone doesn't. Fate, if you can see it, you can naturally change it in advance. Then what's the Nine Nether Orchid Juice who wants to change the fate against the sky? "

Song Jing's body froze, and there was only one word ringing in her mind - Nine Nether Orchid Juice.

"I saw..." Song Jing held Xia Yu's hand tightly with her backhand, and said dryly, "I saw that the black air was lingering on the face of the basket, and the lifeless air was blocking her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It was a little bit closer." , it is completely sealed."

"Xiao Jing, don't be joking. I saw Lancai through the opened door just now. How can you be such a nice girl?" Xia Yu thought it was Song Jing who was threatening herself, but the cold and stiff hand in her hand made him slow down. Slow to get serious.

"Really?"

Song Jing lowered her eyes: "En. I have an intuition in my heart that when the facial features are completely sealed, the basket will die."

"Could it be a curse?" Xia Yu thought of the sorcery of Muyun Prairie.

Song Jing shook her head: "No. With the people around Chunshui, how could Tantai Qingyan not pay attention. Curses and the like can't escape Tantai Qingyan's eyes."

"Then..." Xia Yu's eyes were anxious. He has a kind personality. Although Lancai didn't like him in the past, he would greet him friendly now.He believed that Song Jing would not tell lies, so the basket would be in danger.

Song Jing shook his hand and smiled lightly: "It's okay. I'm going to Tantai Qingyan's. I'll tell him."

When Tantai Qingyan's name was mentioned, Xia Yu's face became stiff: "Shall we go now?"

"Yes." Song Jing touched the bridge of her nose lazily, "I'll go right away, and I'll be back soon."

He turned to leave, but suddenly thought of something, and stared at Xia Yu jokingly: "If I don't come back at night, remember not to wait for me, sleep by yourself."

"Who will wait for you." Xia Yu sat back on the couch in a few steps, crossed her legs, "Go, go, I'm going to start practicing, don't disturb me."

Song Jing looked soft, put his hands into his sleeves, stepped out of the room, turned around and closed the door, and then Shi Shiran walked towards Tantai Qingyan's study.

The air was clear and dry, and the breath in the nostrils was cold. Song Jing looked up at the sky, and the lead gray became more and more intense. It was almost noon, and the weather was still so dark.

I don't know how long and how big the next snow will fall.

Tantai Qingyan, do you feel that you have given yourself enough rest?

In Chunshui's bedroom, Lancai's eyes were gentle: "Master Chunshui, I just told Master Qingli, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Tantai Chunshui stood in front of the window, with his back facing the basket, standing slightly hunched, his thin body covered in loose clothes, it looked almost like a skeleton.

"No need. It's good to be in the house like this." Chun Shui's voice was a little stiff, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, "Is the sky outside still leaden gray?"

He turned around, his complexion was morbidly pale, the bones of his cheeks protruded clearly because of his thinness, and his pair of sad eyes became thicker and foggy, vague and far away, unable to see the real focus.

Lancai looked at the pair of beautiful eyes that stared straight at one place without moving any more, and couldn't help having a sore nose, and her eyes were so dry that she was about to shed tears: "Yes, young master."

"When will this snow fall?" Chun Shui murmured softly, "If the sky keeps getting dark like this, I probably won't be able to wait..."

He raised his hand to touch his eyes, and then touched the cheek under his left eye. His tone was neither sad nor happy, but he could hear Lan Cai's eyes flushed: "It's so long ahead of schedule."

"It will probably fall tomorrow." Lancai suppressed the choking in his throat and said gently, "The cloud has accumulated to the limit today."

"Have you reached the limit?" Chun Shui repeated quietly, turned around and stood up quietly, like a dead tree that had been silent for a long time and lost all moisture.

Lancai looked hesitant, and after a long time, she asked in a cautious and soft voice: "Master... now, your eyes can still see clearly...?" Mention it in front of the young master?

"Probably, tomorrow morning, I won't be able to see at all."

The misty and quiet voice of Chunshui reached Lancai's ears, "Tomorrow morning", "I can't see at all"?How... so fast?So fast that people are caught off guard.

"Master, I'll take my leave first." Lancai said in a low voice, quickly ran out of the room, and ran down the long corridor regardless of direction. The rising wind brought it up and fell behind.

why why?

Lancai screamed desperately in her heart, why does a good person like the young master slowly lose all five senses?The news came too suddenly, and the basketball team was ready, but when they accepted it, they found that the preparation had not yet reached a solid point.

It turns out that I am so fragile.Lancai gradually slowed down and stood still in front of a red pillar, clutching her chest and panting desperately.

After returning from the flower-picking case, the young master's movements gradually slowed down until his eyesight continued to decline.

When she was determined to seek help from Patriarch Qingyan, Chunshui told her calmly that this