Xiaoxiao

Mo Ling also looked at the sky in the distance, watching the white clouds coming out of the Xiu, even if the smoke is gone, the past has become ups and downs.There was a little moisture in the flickering eyes, and the water-blue clothes were soaked with a slight blink.

The less populated Xiandao has more or less added a little bit of the charm of early autumn, and glanced lightly at the bleakness that comes from the cycle of four seasons, and sighed with a touch of the desolation of the world.

Penglaixian, who had long been drunk in his warm embrace, had to admit that the tingling pain in his chest was all because of the little blue water in his dream, even if he had thousands of reasons.Nianhua's fingers trembled a few times, as if she saw Mo Ling's figure in the flower core covered with crystal dew.

Looking back and turning around for only a moment, the northern geese are sticking to Yunnan and going back, smiling wryly as a ray of cold wind, who can complain about the cold and warm again.Letting go of the bonus, what can I do if I don't know it?

The servants outside the Penglai Palace walked as quickly as if they were stepping on a flying swallow, and rushed to report, "The Ninth Prince of the East China Sea seeks to see you!" There is a way, but their masters are determined, and they will not be changed.

One of these two people asked to see him, and the other saw them off. You come and I go back and forth. I don't know how long the quarrel will last. Pity his tired ears are about to grow calluses.

No, his master said coldly, "Say I'm not here, see off the guests." After saying that, he lowered his ice-silver eyes and looked thoughtfully into the clear water of the pool.Just at this time, there was a sharp mocking sound in my ear, "Didn't you miss him? He came, why did you get angry." The person who laughed at him was reflected in the water, and the giggling became more ironic, "Don't go!" Have a look? People are going to go far."

Qin Xiao's expression was gloomy, she scattered the reflection in the water with one sleeve, and then hid her figure with a wave of her hand.Across the verdant mountains and forests, across the lake and water, I quietly looked at the distant blue water figure in the distance, and unknowingly shed a line of tears.

When did he become so obedient, knowing that it was not a lie, he no longer tried every means to sneak in secretly.I was used to his fright in the past, and after thinking about it for a while, I fell into his arms and let his kiss fall down with no severity.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine is cold, even if you drink too much sweet things, you will get drunk.Covering a wretched frowning smile, she fell into a long-lost warm embrace in a half-dream and half-awake state.Didn't he just go down the mountain, he must be drunk.

When drunk, I hate the wine, but when I wake up, I know that the dream is empty. Who wants to have such a drunk dream? In the end, it is not lovesickness again.His mind sank, he struggled indiscriminately, but the more he punched and kicked, the more he couldn't push away the tighter and tighter arm, until the wine bottle he was holding tightly in his hand was snatched away, and his slightly parted lips He was so tightly blocked that he closed his eyes to feel the familiar temperature of the visitor.

Mo Ling brushed away the few strands of messy hair on his forehead for him, feeling sad for a while, "You can't leave me, why do you have to pretend?"How many times he almost turned his head to look at him, but he knew that if he turned his head back then, Qin Xiao would never hide in the distance and quietly see him off again.

Smelling the smell of alcohol in the room, he smiled helplessly. If you don't like drinking, why force it? Just being drunk may not relieve your worries, and tapped Qin Xiao's heart, "How many things are you hiding here that I don't know? "

The incense in the incense burner was burnt out, and the drunken people became quieter, leaning against Mo Ling's arms in a calm manner, as if they had woken up a bit, with a few wisps of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in their mouths, but it smelled poisonous "You and I have come to an end, and I hope His Highness the Ninth Prince will abide by the agreement between us. If there is nothing else, please go back!"

The silver phoenix eyes were condensed into ice, frost and snow were born, and the indifference remained the same.As soon as he raised his hand, he ruthlessly embraced Mo Ling's chest.Ning couldn't stand still, so he had to support his body crookedly, and then turned around to leave a distant and indifferent silver-white figure.

The corners of the eyes are sore, the steps are desolate, and it is so difficult to take a step forward.Counting the past events in the vastness, they all follow the clouds and smoke, the only way is not lovesickness, why bother to hurt lovesickness!

Mo Ling raised the corners of her mouth and laughed loudly to cover up the sadness in her heart, "It's a good fate, Penglai Xianguo is really heartless! Just because you said that fate is gone, you can control my fate?" Mo Ling paused, and intentionally prolonged the ending, "No matter in the past or in the future, no matter how you treat me, I don't blame you. But why did you hand me over to Zhiqiu?" A few drops of blood-laced tears rolled down his eyes, and his eyes were scarlet.

"I entrust you to Zhiqiu, don't you think it's wrong? Could it be that because Zhiqiu came from a poor and humble background, he voluntarily threw himself into your arms and was unwilling to take responsibility? It's rare for a person to be over seventy, how much time does he have to look like?" He waits, but ten years in the blink of an eye, why shouldn't you accompany him for a lifetime?"

Mo Ling couldn't see his expression, only saw his silver-white figure standing with his hands behind his back like a lone star in the night sky, crumbling.He walked forward, slowly embraced Qin Xiao's waist from behind, and nestled against his ear, "I will accompany him for the rest of my life, would you like to come back to me?"

"Your Highness, this is not a deal!" The hot breath around him suddenly cooled down, as if about to be frozen, but a slender finger pierced the frost and pressed against Qin Xiao's lips, "I'm not as deep as you!" Ming Dayi, I just want to hold the hand of my son and be with me in seclusion. You should answer me, okay, okay?"

"I'll give you an answer when you repay Zhiqiu's lifelong love." No one can see that under the cold face, a painful heart is bleeding continuously. Who is so easy to give up his love? .

It's just that you are safe and well, every year!

"Well, Mo Ling is waiting for your answer!" After saying that, the water-blue figure disappeared in the Penglai Hall in an instant, and Qin Xiao's heart, which was suddenly cooled, followed Mo Ling's departure direction to the distance.

For a while, it was like the sound of trees and autumn, and the mountains and mountains were cold.Looking at Liren's reluctant figure from a distance, the injury, the pain, and the tears have already turned into a lament of infatuation and fate!

Although there are thousands of attachments, he knows that as long as Feng Wang's spell is not broken, no matter what he does to cover up or perfunctory, the answer he can give Mo Ling will always be just a stranger in the world, forgotten in the end of the world That's all.

The sudden curling autumn wind invaded the clothes and pierced the bones, instantly chilling the heart.Except for the idiot he rejected thousands of miles away, who else would give him warmth.

Dreams scattered among the flowers, all followed by cold tears and rain, piled up in clusters of red.Looking back on the millennium, the time is shattered at the flick of a finger, so why not be alone, why not?

Who would have thought that Mo Ling's walking was very straightforward this time, which was somewhat unlike his style, because in Qin Xiao's evasive eyes, he understood the sentence "Let me be quiet, please?" The reply is just Qin Xiao's helpless prevarication.And all he can do is not to break the slightest connection between him and Qin Xiao except to have a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, he could clearly see with his heart that there must be someone secretly watching him in a dark corner where there is no rain, dew or sunlight.The steps under his feet became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead, weighing a thousand catties.Lost in a trance for a moment, he stepped into the air and accidentally fell from the climbing ladder.

Seeing the bleak sunlight shining on his embarrassed body through the sparse green leaves, there was no one to complain about the cold, no one to ask for warmth.Reluctantly propping up this body that seemed to have lost his soul, he limped down the mountain.

And when he suddenly wanted to turn around and grab something, the Glazed Palace of Penglai Xiandao had already disappeared without a trace before his eyes, and what caught his eyes was only the lingering misty clouds.

After all this reunion and parting, the ink-colored water town also seems to be silent in a decadent bleakness, but the melancholy that arises spontaneously is far less than the sadness in my heart.Looking at the branches with dead leaves and fallen leaves blankly, the setting sun has already reflected the red color of autumn.

By the lotus pond in front of Mingyue Tower, dressed in green clothes and thin clothes, a waterfall of jet-black hair fluttered in a mess in the biting wind.Suddenly they overlapped their gazes, but they were relatively speechless, feeling lonely out of thin air.The labor pain that hit my heart is the so-called lovesickness, if the person waiting for him is Qin Xiao...

Zhiqiu suppressed the inexplicable grief in his heart, and suddenly smiled, his heart became clear.Even if it wasn't in this life, Mo Ling wouldn't be his fate, and he wouldn't be Mo Ling's fate either. If he had a fate but didn't have a fate, or if he had a part but didn't have a fate, his heart had never been with him.If this is the case, it would be great to have no fate and no share, why bother to think so hard, but still can't!

"Master Xiao still refuses to accept you?" Zhiqiu tried to maintain his own composure, and hurriedly went to help Wan seemed to encounter an accident and Mo Ling fell into despair.

"Mm!" The word "Mm" was weak, unable to express how much pain was buried in my heart, and when I settled down, I simply hugged the thin Zhiqiu, "He wants me to accompany you for the rest of my life!"

The hoarse whispering voice next to his ear couldn't help shaking Zhiqiu's heart for a moment, his wide-eyed peach eyes turned blurred, and he patted Mo Ling's shoulder lightly, "You guys underestimated me too much, don't you think Mo Ling is the only one besides you? Is no one willing to want me? If you feel owed because of that night, just hug me like this for a while." From now on, there is no more debt.

His words are strong, his hands are still shaking, his heart is still shaking, he is unwilling to have Mo Ling by his side for the rest of his life.But thinking that it was Mr. Xiao who asked him to do this, he couldn't help feeling a lot of jealousy.Everything he said, in Mo Ling's heart, was like an imperial edict written by a high-ranking monarch, no matter how unsatisfactory he was, he would follow it!

Zhiqiu tightly closed his eyes, he didn't want to think any more, at least it was enough for him to hold himself at this moment.

The streets and alleys paved with bluestone slabs, the sunset fell on the west city, the last ray of yellow sunlight reflected on the light blue gauze, and the autumn rain suddenly covered the city, finally moistening the affectionate eyes of the confidante.

We met a few times, red candles and curtains, fragrant and warm.Wanting to hide what's on his mind, forgetting about the past, it's a pity that wishful thinking has tied him up for the rest of his life, so how can he ask others to repay his love for the rest of his life.

After Mo Ling left, Qin Xiao dragged her lonely steps back to the Penglai Hall alone, her face seemed to be neither sad nor happy, it was so white that it was about to turn pale.

As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed the sycamore wooden eight-stringed qin that he usually played, and threw it on the glazed table without mercy.With a sudden movement, before the blink of an eye, the case was broken, the qin was broken, and the strings were scattered.

In the silver eyes with tears flashing, there seemed to be a ball of ice and a ball of fire, which seemed a little unreal in the slight blending.Flicking his sleeves and raising his hands, the silver-white feather coat has already turned into a graceful and luxurious purple.The past was ups and downs, and it seemed that someone still whispered in his ear, "You look good in purple!"

Today's autumn is extremely cold. There were scattered snowflakes in the past few days, and then it rained for several days, and it didn't seem like there was any sign of stopping.

The fire in Qin Xiao's room was burning extremely well, but unfortunately, no matter how warm the fire looked, it couldn't dispel the cold air surrounding him.The cold bone fingers turning the pages of the book seem to touch a thin layer of ice wherever they touch.

The maid who was close to him felt a little pity, and quietly retreated, and after a while, he brought a more burning stove.At the same time, he carefully put the brewed hot tea into Qin Xiao's hands, unable to hide the pain in his heart, "Master, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body!"

Qin Xiao nodded slightly, then put the steaming hot tea aside, and said softly, "Yan'er, get back first!"

The maid named Yan'er replied yes, but sighed deeply in the dark heart, it would be great if there is no father who regards Qin Xiao as an enemy.

From Fengli Palace to Penglai Palace, she was always by Qin Xiao's side.In my impression, the little Qin Xiao always sat alone under the corridor of Jiuqu, showing a lonely expression from time to time.

Occasionally, the bloodless little face was flushed by Feng Wang's slap, sometimes it was a little bit heavier, and there was even dried blood on the corners of the bitten bluish lips. The king's own flesh and blood.

As the maid of Fengli Palace, besides taking good care of Qin Xiao, what else can she do.Whenever she bathed and changed Qin Xiao, what made her heartache the most was seeing the black and purple welts all over his body.The old wounds have not healed, and new wounds are added, even if she is treated like this, her master is still respectful to King Feng, and she doesn't know how to write a word of hate.

Probably once, I can't remember when, Feng Wang was probably drunk, grabbed Qin Xiao's ear and said viciously, "You beast, see if I don't burn you to death."

Qin Xiao, who has no love in her heart, does not hide or dodge, and allows Feng Wang to dispose of him.The long and narrow silver eyes stared blankly at the blue sky, and said for a while, "Thank you Feng Wang for your kindness!"

Immediately, the two similar silvery whites disappeared into her eyes out of thin air, and the raging eyes burst into tears, and she seemed to see blood in Qin Xiao's eyes that was even redder than the Bianhuahua.

Afterwards nothing happened, she boldly asked Qin Xiao what happened, Qin Xiao was silent at first, and then plunged his head into her arms, "Sister Yan'er, that person's embrace is so warm, if he can hold her forever Protecting, hugging, won't you be afraid of the cold?" The ice in the silver phoenix eyes was slowly melting, why did he forget to ask that person's name!

White snow drifted outside Xuan's window again, like plum blossoms blooming early, one by one in Qin Xiao's eyes, isn't that thin and water blue figure that used to be Mo Ling!He has returned all the happy time he borrowed from Mo Ling, how many untouchable memories are there for him to ponder over?

At this time, the charcoal in the fire was burnt out, the tea on the table was completely cold, and the autumn wind that squeezed in through the window was chilling all over the body, an invisible and inexplicable pain, like swallowing a thousand. Like a needle, it slowly spread from the heart to the limbs.At the sad place, the moon is bright, but it is dyed with a sad and beautiful silver light.

The cold night is cool and the moon is like water. Only because the moon hanging above the sky has cloudy, sunny, waxing and waning, people who are hurting the time and the scene understand it and know the warmth and coldness of the world.Only when people meet and separate can the poor people clearly understand their perseverance.

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