Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

It's your younger sister Hongli, your name is Qingli, and you have an elder brother named Baili.

But no matter what he thought, Bai Li's appearance was blurred, as if shrouded in a thick fog.His own identity is also in the fog, not very clear.

Song Jing knew that this was Qingli's memory, and she opened it up to him bit by bit.

"Hongli, why are we here?" Song Jing stared into the girl's eyes, he always felt that Hongli's eyes were evasive, and he was worried, persistent and guilty about him.

Hongli turned her head to the side and said in a low voice: "Brother, Patriarch Tantai coveted our family's Nine Nether Orchid Juice, so he used you to force him..." She suddenly reacted: "Brother, you, why don't you know? You forgot What? You..."

Her voice trembled, and she couldn't continue, the guilt in her eyes was covered by tears, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"This is the third time, the third time I was pierced by the bone-eating needle, my brother really can't bear it." She muttered to herself, "One bone-eating needle is enough to make people collapse, brother persisted three times, it's normal for him to be insane Yes."

Hongli looked at Song Jing quietly, and said softly: "Brother, I will take care of you in the future, and they must pay the price."

The 13-year-old girl spoke decisively, with a gloomy expression on her face that did not match her age.

Song Jing closed her eyes, and suddenly felt that all this was complicated, her exhausted and painful body could no longer support it, and she fell into a deep sleep.

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When Song Jing woke up again, she opened her eyes, and saw the faint yellow afterglow of the setting sun slowly scattered on the wooden round table not far away, and a layer of gray shadow was cast on the green ground.

Saw the light.He was a little happy.

In fact, to him in the past, he belonged to the kind of person who liked dark environments.Close the curtains, light a cigarette, and turn off the lights, leaving only the computer screen flickering, reflecting the pale blue of the skin.

But now, he was suddenly delighted by the warm sunshine on the table, and never thought that he could really leave that dark secret room.

Sitting up, I found that this is an antique house. White tassels hang softly from the bed rails. The body is covered with smooth and soft silk satin. The surrounding decorations are simple. There are ink paintings on the walls, plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums. , by the window in the northwest corner, there is a desk with brushes, ink, paper and inkstones on it. Although he doesn't know anything about the Four Treasures of the Study, Song Jing feels that the materials are of good quality.

The owner of this room should be an elegant wit.

Was he rescued while he was in a coma?

Song Jing stepped off the bed, put on her first pair of cloth shoes, and walked out the door.Just now, I glanced out through the paper window opened in the northwest corner, and saw the verdant colors, so vibrant that it was unreal.Don't say this is also a dream.

After walking a few steps, Song Jing moved her arms and legs, and found that the heart-wrenching pain that day had long since disappeared, and there was no discomfort in her whole body.Song Jing endured doubts, bypassed the landscape screen at the door, and prepared to go outside to have a look.What kind of place is this.

When she was about to walk out the door, Song Jing glanced at a mirror on the wooden shelf by the door.

The mirror is not the silver-plated glass of the 21st century, nor is it the bronze mirror as it was called in ancient times. Song Jing personally thinks that this standing stone like a grinding disc is like a glazed diamond. The surface is smooth and smooth, like a small drum erected. .

The reason why she thought it was a mirror was because Song Jing clearly saw her youthful appearance in it. Fourteen, he thought, this is clearly what he looked like when he was fourteen.

Danfeng's eyes are slender, his face is pale, his lips are thin and bloodless.

It is a predestined relationship to borrow a dead body to return to this body.

Song Jing no longer looked at the youthful face that had been away for ten years, stepped across the threshold, and looked at the green and flowing garden in front of her.

The garden is very large, surrounded by rows of simple green brick and tile houses, but it is neat and concise, giving people a clean and fresh feeling.Plants of various shapes are planted in the garden, some with broad leaves stretched out, some with palm-sized heart-shaped leaves like maple leaves, some with tall stems with bare stems, and one with pointed needle-like leaves.These plants are no higher than about the waist of a human being and can be as low as netted plants that climb on the ground.Light cyan, emerald green, dark blue, ink, deep and shallow are intertwined together, and the warm light of yellow and orange is diffused under the slightly drunk sunset, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful, and gradually becomes equally warm.

Song Jing squinted his eyes and tried to distinguish these plants, but after a while, he gave up this presumptuous behavior.For him, being able to tell the difference between a Chinese cabbage and a green vegetable is already a big deal.

Taking a deep breath of the moist air with the fragrance of grass and trees, Song Jing lifted his spirits. Unexpectedly, the air here is much better than that there. Unfortunately, there are no cigarettes and liquor here, and there is no network that can make him king during his free time.

Walking slowly along the ridge of the field, Song Jing was a little confused. Here, would she still be the original Song Jing?Will it still be the god of the Internet in the hearts of everyone, the legend who is looked up to high?

The partners who fought side by side and the rivals who fought each other no longer existed.What's the point of coming to this world and being involved in complicated and tangled human affairs?

He pursed his lips tightly, and his steps were a little heavy.Qingli's grievances and entanglements are up to him to resist, Qingli's friends and relatives are up to him to accept, and Qingli's hatred is up to him to continue.

Are you Song Jing, or Qingli?

Walking slowly, Song Jing walked out of the yard, passed through the generously carved stone arch with phoenix patterns, and walked a few steps along the gravel road behind the arch. In front of him was a steep cliff that descended vertically. Tossing, looking down, I only feel unfathomable, and people stand in the sky.

Looking into the distance, there is still a vast expanse of whiteness, and the clouds are surrounded by the sun with a golden halo, far away and lonely, boundless.

Is it really in the sky, with white clouds under your feet?

Song Jing stared blankly at the vast world in front of her, felt the world still unfolding in front of her, and her depression suddenly became clearer.

It doesn't matter when and where he is, so what if he is green or red?He, Song Jing, has never been an existence that depends on others and is bullied by others.What does Qingli's relatives have to do with him, what use does Qingli's enemies have to him.If you treat yourself well, you will pay back double, and if you treat yourself badly, you will completely eradicate it.

Song Jing, who was not good at getting along with people, decided that he would try his best to do it, and he didn't have the heart to intervene in trivial matters.

Therefore, Qingli's enemies, it's best to recognize the real owner of this body, and don't make me angry.Song Jing took a step forward, stepped on the edge of the cliff, squinted her phoenix eyes, and curled up the corners of her lips evilly, anyone who annoys me will definitely kill you to the brim.

The golden sunlight outlined the young man's thin and thin body, and warmed his sickly pale face.The squinted eyes looked into the distance, and the long eyelashes were firmly lowered to cover the crystals.

02 Heart of Spring Water

更新时间2010-3-1512:22:52字数：3166

Tantaichun sailors hold silk poems, leaning on the pillars of the painted corridor, not far in front of them is a small clear spring pool, with green willows beside the pool, flexible and long willows swinging into the clear water, The red carp swung its tail and swam happily among the wicker branches hanging down into the water.

But Tantai Chunshui's mind is not on poetry, nor on the quiet pool view.

He is the eldest son of the patriarch of the Tantai family. From the beginning of his birth, his life has been complete, with superb skills, food, clothing, housing, transportation, fame, fortune and fortune.Not surprisingly, he was able to practice smoothly with a large number of rare treasures provided by his family, and soared to the fairy world. During this period, his status as the eldest son made him so high that everyone bowed his knees.

Chun Shui's eyes were a bit misty, his body was thin, slightly hunched, his face was pale after not seeing the sun for many years, his long hair was tied neatly behind his head, as if he had endured endless sorrow.

After a long time, he sighed softly, slowly folded the silk and put it into his sleeves, blinked sadly, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked back slowly.His back was still slightly hunched, and his neat black hair was leaning against the white clothes docilely, motionless.

"Water."

When Tantai Chunshui heard the gentle male voice behind him, his body trembled, he turned around and bowed deeply: "Father."

He buried his body deeply, his misty eyes were flustered, and his closed fingertips trembled imperceptibly, like dewdrops dancing dangerously on the pointed corners of Xiaohe.

"What's the matter? You need to make such a great gift on such an occasion?" Tantai Qingyan smiled and said, "Stand beside Weifu, and check your recent homework for Father."

Chun Shui straightened up, but his back seemed to have been fixed into a slightly hunched image, and he couldn't straighten up perfectly no matter what.

"Father, etiquette cannot be abandoned." He slowly walked to Tantai Qingyan's side, hesitatingly stretched out his right hand.

Qingyan stretched out her right hand, put her index finger on Chunshui's wrist, a trace of spiritual power penetrated into Chunshui's body, but her brows gradually frowned, and her gentle eyes became a little stern: "How can the progress of this period of time be so slow? ? Have you concentrated on training?"

Chun Shui's eyebrows became more serious, he lowered his eyebrows, and replied softly: "I disappointed my father. I will work hard to cultivate."

Qing Yan showed a satisfied smile, and patted him on the shoulder: "In the future, the Tantai family will be handed over to you, so you have to work hard. Don't push yourself too hard for this cultivation, it's time to relax and take care of yourself."