[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Zhang Qingzhu.

Sometimes Ouyang Mingri wonders if the mother in the heaven knows that he cares so much about human feelings and treats his biological mother so sincerely, will she be jealous, angry, or scold him.But his mother was too proud, thinking about it in the end, it just added to the disappointment.

He is a phoenix emperor who has lost his wings, how could his mother regard him as an honor like before, and how could she take another look at him.The palaces in the heavens are too cold, the phoenix, the phoenix, the golden flowers and the jade calyx, and the jade fragrance in the treasure house of Yaotai, but even the prince Changqin, who is hot in body and soul, is numb from the cold.

If he could return to the heaven... Ouyang Mingri was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of Murong Ziying for some reason.As Murong said, with him by his side, it would be a little less deserted.

His soul was trapped by the dragon veins, and he became more and more uncontrollable. The human body could not bear such power, and his body would collapse. He couldn't even cross the soul.Although there is news of Feng Lai, how many can be found, it is impossible to expect extravagantly. Is it really possible to return to the heaven? His time is running out.

Ouyang rubbed the back of his neck tomorrow, he was afraid that in the next life, his body would show some characteristics of the original soul, even worse than expected.

Thinking of this, he was worried and sad, suddenly bumped, not knowing what happened to the carriage, Ouyang was about to ask tomorrow, when he heard Yi Shui say: "The master just rests, Yi Shui will take care of it."

Ouyang Mingri gave an "um" and put down his hand to lift the curtain.

The sound of swords and swords was heard, and sparks burst out in front of his eyes. Ouyang Mingri was reading a volume of medical books carefully, and couldn't tell the other things.Murderous intent rolled the bamboo curtains, the sunlight swayed gently on the scroll, and he didn't know when it would calm down, and he returned to silence. He had read the words on the scroll thousands of times, but he was still as serious as he was reading it for the first time, until Yi Shui reported it outside.

Ouyang asked tomorrow: "Is there a place to stay nearby?"

Yi Shui said: "There is a village."

Ouyang saw the mutilated corpses through the bamboo curtain tomorrow, put away the scrolls and said, "Then stay here for a few days."

In the past few days, Ouyang's family has been turned upside down, Ouyang Feiying was assassinated and died, Ouyang's family was dismissed by Ouyang Mingri, Zhang Qingzhu was placed in a good place, at least she could live peacefully for the rest of her life.Ouyang will resign from office tomorrow to keep his filial piety, and is willing to bear the responsibility of being implicated alone after resigning from the service, so as to leave the capital completely. As for Ouyang Yingying, he also tries to give her a good result.

When I returned to Ouyang's house again, it was already an abandoned house, everything was swept away by the servants and withered overnight.The ground is full of broken tiles and broken branches, and the bamboo sills of the water corridor are still there. There are no flowers and shadows like clouds, and the air is cold and desolate.

Without the only family member, every inch of this place is strange to Ouyang Mingri, and the white silk mourning veil hanging all over every corner makes this place pale and full of lifelessness.

Ouyang Yingying came back alone, she was a different person.

In the depths of the courtyard, the sound of the piano is long and leisurely, neither sad nor happy, nor any sentimental, so light that it can't stir up any fluctuations.Pushing open the door, some dust fell, she lifted her long skirt to avoid the broken wood and broken pots on the road, Ouyang Yingying looked left and right, looking for the sound, the spirit-calling flag was blowing slightly with the wind, the door and window were filled with wind, and the sound seemed to be crying.

The night is already condensed, and in several layers of white curtains, Ouyang is playing the piano tomorrow, the golden crown and fine clothes remain unchanged, the red shirt and red pearls reflect each other, the peach blossom eyes in the spring of the twelfth lunar month, a little bit of cinnabar, the tens of thousands of grievances here, can't hide him. shine.

Ouyang Yingying is not surprised, her elder brother has always been proud, how could he be filial to someone who never catches the eye, even his biological parents.

The sound of the piano froze, Ouyang Yingying straightened her clothes, and said with a little choking: "Brother, I'm back."

Ouyang raised his head tomorrow, and tapped the piano case with his fingers.

In the pitiful flickering candlelight, Ouyang Yingying stood out alone, with light makeup and hair, calm as a virgin. She was no longer that innocent girl. During this process, only she herself knew what she had gone through, and she needed to rely on after all.

"Brother, I... I will accompany you."

The voice was very soft, Ouyang Mingri's fingers paused, but he still didn't speak.He lowered his head slightly, perhaps because the candles on the table were too close, his eyes hurt a little.

No.30 nine times

Burning cinnabar plums, Yaoyao clusters of rouge.Danzi reflects the white snow, and the jade pot is cold and fragrant in spring.

On the table is a cage of incense, two cups of celadon, half a jug of spring wine, pine and stone paperweights and white Xuan half spread out, and Zhu Dan's smoke and ink blooming red plums.

The face of the red plum is dyed with rosy clouds, and Ouyang Mingri sits among the red clouds and neon lights, painting the plum with a brush, the emperor is gorgeous.The paper is full of paintings, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the world is like a red snow, beautiful and magnificent.

But Ouyang continued to write tomorrow, daubed with vermilion, Mei blushed in full bloom, as if she wanted to cover the white paper with blood.

The courtyard is in ruins, the red plums are in trouble, the son is unparalleled, and he thinks about a long way.

The visitor is hidden behind the curtain of plum blossoms, and looking at the person painting plum blossoms from a distance, he seems to be shocked by the beauty, and even stops breathing.

As if aware of something, the nib of the pen stopped, and a drop of red ink hung and did not fall.

In the verandah of the Meiwai corridor, Ouyang Yingying is sweeping the dust with her tail, the door is wide open, and Yi Shui is sorting out some leftover books and music scores in the room, the fragrance blows through the hall, leaving behind a few pieces of bright red.

There are only three people in this quiet place, counting Ouyang Yingying who is the most inactive and doesn't know the grain, but she takes care of all the cooking and tidying up trivial matters, she is already a caring and dexterous woman.

After cleaning the living room, Ouyang Yingying took the hot soup and poured it into a porcelain cup. Once the lid was put on, the fragrant mist was smothered, and she took the soup and went out the door.

There are guests who go to the shop, and the beautiful women are full of beauty, humble and bright.

Ouyang pressed the pen on the pen mountain tomorrow, but he didn't stop. The red ink fell into the green glaze and dripped onto the case.

The woman in a blue dress with ribbons and a phoenix waving, walked out of the redness, gentle and quiet, her frowns and smiles are just like those of the past, and she is familiar with her eyebrows and eyes, and she has thousands of thoughts.

Ouyang Mingri knew that this was just an illusion, but he was almost suffocated, his fingertips trembled so much that he had to clenched his hands tightly, and said silently: Guanyin'er...

The bloody demon is like this red plum, covering the sky and covering the earth. The little plum blossoms, the drops of blood, make the blood boil, and the liver and gallbladder are about to burst.Ouyang Mingri patted the armrest lightly, like a piece of red-gold down feather, swirled up by the wind, blossomed into golden flowers, and fell silently on the red plums everywhere.

The mahogany wheelchair has become a pile of remnants, Ouyang Mingri vibrates out golden threads, pierces flowers and branches, weaves a sparse net all over his body in an instant, he breathes slightly loose, and then raises his hand to hold the surging blood in his chest.

Separated by a few strands of golden thread, Zheng Ji leaned against the plum tree, looked down at Ouyang Mingri who was lying on the ground, saw the corners of his mouth slowly dripping with blood, and asked with pursed lips: "I met Ouyang Jun for the first time, I believe I am I can never win against you, why have you become so weak?"

Ouyang Mingri frowned, with a look of pain, but his eyes were too peaceful, so peaceful that it made people feel lazy.

Zheng Ji panicked for some reason, he punched the plum tree hard, shaking off countless petals: "You are a fairy, you don't need a human body, why can't you give me your heart."

Ouyang Mingri smiled lightly, but remained silent. He tried his best to mobilize his strength, but was bound by the dragon veins, and the pain of the soul struggle made him almost speechless.

He dragged his legs and crawled, his arms supported his whole body to move, moved under the nearest tree, propped up his upper body, and leaned against the tree trunk, his brow was covered in cold sweat.The golden clothes were covered with wet mud. He picked up the muddy flowers that were rolled up on the clothes and threw them aside. He closed his eyes and ignored them, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zheng Ji tried his best to break the enchantment, and he didn't care about his hundreds of years of cultivation. The enchantment was shattered inch by inch, the gold thread was stretched to the extreme, and the tiny sound was like waves in his ears.And Ouyang Mingri didn't move, he didn't even tremble his eyelashes, the mottled plum shadow swayed on his body, still as quiet as a painting.

The porcelain cup on the steps has been placed for a long time, and it is still warm. Ouyang Yingying hid behind the collapsed wall, and saw the figures of the two in the dense plum blossoms. Trembling, as if wanting to shrink himself into the crack of the wall.

Only the sound of petals falling to the ground and the wind caressing the decaying grass, she couldn't hear anything else. Her bun was scattered, she covered her ears, and stared blankly at the person sitting next to the tree, her clothes were wet with tears, and she was so cold heart.That man's clothes never caused a trace of common dust, how could he be so embarrassed in this life, but even so, the red flowers of the world seemed to only bloom for him.

Ouyang Yingying suppressed her sobs desperately, she suddenly put down her hand, fumbled hastily, and found a dagger from behind her.

The golden thread of Tianji broke and fell, and Zheng Ji walked for a long time in just a few steps. Every step seemed to be hanging by a thread, and he was cautious until the soap boot stepped on Ouyang Mingri's sleeve.Only the beating heart remained in his eyes, and all the red plums in the yard were overshadowed, only the heart was still alive.

He couldn't bear the torment anymore, his eyes sharpened, and the demon claws hit Ouyang Mingri's heart.

Suddenly, a sharp scream exploded, dazzling people's eyes and ears. Ouyang Yingying bumped into Zheng Ji, pointing at him with both hands firmly holding the dagger.She stood in front of Ouyang Mingri, her long hair covered most of her face, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at Zheng Ji for a moment.

There was madness in her voice, she shook her head slightly and said, "You killed me."

Zheng Ji said: "You and I are husband and wife after all, it's better to get out of the way."

Ouyang Yingying bit her lower lip, she stared at Zheng Ji's throat, really wanted to just stab it down.

The sharp blade pierced Zheng Ji's shoulder, and the blood overflowed, but there was no pain. His hand grabbed Ouyang Yingying's heart, which was soft and hot, and still beating.Zheng Ji didn't take it out, but crushed it lightly in his chest.

The woman seemed to have lost consciousness. She looked at herself dressed in white and turned red, her heart was as cold as a stone, and she felt like she was dying.