my phoenix is ​​below

At that time, the moon was big and round, the night was dim, and even the chirping of cicadas was pleasant to the ear.

It's just that the beautiful days 300 years ago can't go back.

Lu Yanzhen sighed and stopped this thought.

When he sighed, Qu Fengfeng thought that Lu Yan was really upset, so he said, "Recite it for me, Ayan."

Lao Lu raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "I didn't say it just now, now it's an afterthought? You think I'm a white back, and you don't even know how heavy this drunk is..."

He seemed to be chatterbox, chatting non-stop, but he still refused to hand over Xie Bulian to Qu Fengfeng.

Although this two-mile road is also a two-mile road with clouds flying, no matter how fast Ye Lanting moves around, he can't catch up.

Mianyun drove the three of them for a while, but didn't stop.

Finally, Qu Fengfeng couldn't help but said: "You have been walking around Gu Zecheng for so long, where are you going to rest?"

Lu Yanzhen glanced east and west, but she didn't have any confidence in her heart: "Why don't you take him to Qi State."

The idea was bad, but Qu Fengfeng actually responded, which surprised Lu Yan: "I say whatever I want, you can refute me."

Xiao Qu condescended: "I don't have as much free time as you."

Although it was a blind idea, in the end, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

The wind from the sky blew past his ears, and Lu Yanzhen carried Xie Bulian with a complicated expression on his face.

What if this person wakes up, won't he reveal his identity?

According to the rules of heaven, people like them from the fairy clan exposed their identities, but they will suffer.

That suffering is probably not worse than the water prison in Wuwanghai.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan looked at Qu Fengfeng sadly, and said, "Is your attack serious?"

Seeing Lu Yanzhen's appearance, Qu Fengfeng knew the little Jiujiu in his heart: "Two days, he will definitely not wake up within two days."

Lao Lu relaxed his heart.

But who would have thought that they traveled to Qi State, booked a room in the inn, and found a doctor to give Xie Bulian a diagnosis and treatment, but the doctor waved his hand and left after checking the pulse, without even asking for the consultation fee.

Lu Yanzhen wondered if the smell of alcohol on Xie Bulian's body had suffocated the doctor, but he changed his mind and realized that he washed Xie Bulian clean and changed his clothes into new ones, so why would it stink?

He lowered his head and bit his finger for a long time, and finally raised his head and said in a daze: "Could it be that Master Siming Xing gave him a bad life and wanted him to die?"

Before he finished speaking, he sucked his fingers and paced back and forth, seeming a little flustered: "It's over, it's over, then I saved him, Jiuchongtian won't blame me, will it?"

Qu Fengfeng held the cup and looked at him with a half-smile: "There is a way, you kill him, Jiu Chongtian won't blame you."

"This is not good..." Lu Yanzhen murmured in a low voice, but suddenly there was a gleaming dagger in her hand, facing Xie Bulian, as if full of hostility.

In this situation, Qu Fengfeng hurriedly put down the cup, got up and grabbed Lu Yanzhen's wrist, and took the knife away: "I've saved you, let's see, besides, didn't Song Wei settle the mess you stabbed for you? "

He looked calm, and when he mentioned the word Song Wei, he didn't even have the slightest bit of color.

Lu Yanzhen smiled, withdrew her hand and sat aside: "You didn't mention Song Wei before, why are you so comfortable now?"

Xiao Qu looked at Xie Bulian, and then at Lu Yanzhen, with a bit of loneliness in her eyes: "After all, it is the person that Ayan likes, if I always say that he is not good, of course he is not good."

……

The scenery of Zhuliu Washington is still the same as before. The yard is full of white pear flowers, and the petals often float down when the wind blows.

Yun Ning leaned against the tree and closed his eyes, his small head was full of doubts.

Why didn't Wenhuan go to find Lu Yanzhen?

Last time he told Wenhuan to go to Wuwanghai to have a look, but after Wenhuan came back, he was always depressed and didn't even go to his own house.

This is very difficult for Yunning.

Not to mention that Wen Huan's father, Qi Yue, often came to bother him, asking him how his son was doing, and Song Yuan felt a lot of resentment when he saw Wen Huan.

Thinking of this, Yun Ning pinched the center of her eyebrows, and was about to get up to coax Song Yuan.

After all, this morning, the two of them quarreled relentlessly over the topic of "when will we see you off?" If you don't coax them now, he will suffer in the evening.

He was active and ready to go to the God of War Mansion to find Song Yuan, but Wen Huan suddenly lay in front of him with a gloomy but pale face.

To be honest, Yun Ning was taken aback.

When he came back to his senses, Wen Huan suddenly smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I want to hear the story you told earlier."

Yun Ning didn't remember what stories she had told him, but Wen Huan had firm eyes and insisted that Yun Ning had told him stories.

Because of this, Yun Ning sat down and told him a story, and by the way missed the great time to coax Song Yuan.

It doesn't matter if you miss it, it's just that Song Yuan, who just happened to finish his work, saw Yun Ning chatting with Wen Huanxiaoyan after returning to Zhuliuhua Mansion, and he became angry again.

That night, the wailing in Zhuliu Huafu had been going on for almost thirteen days, but Wen Huan was in the room with a gloomy face, and hadn't fallen asleep for a long time.

He used to talk about Yun Ning during the day, but if he didn't want to, he would make a big one out of him.

Song Wei's lifelong best friend is the crown prince of the Great Peacock Ming Dynasty.

And the prince died.

The dead prince was missed by his friends, that's why...

If he was right, why did Song Wei find Lu Yanzhen?

He raised his hand to reach between his eyebrows, and stroked it lightly.

There is nothing in the world that he cannot get, and he will not give up on Lu Yanzhen.

Probably the moon was bright that night, and when the bright moonlight shone into the room through the window, Lu Yanzhen couldn't help but sneezed.

Why is it so good, someone misses him again?

He subconsciously touched his bosom, looking for a handkerchief to wipe his nose. Maybe it wasn't someone who was thinking about him recently, but he himself caught a cold.

After touching it, he really found a crescent-white handkerchief with a few small flowers embroidered on it, and there were still a few traces of blood on the corners that had not been washed off.

It's not his veil, he doesn't have a veil.

This handkerchief... Lu Yanzhen turned her head and looked at the room. In the small room, there were only him and the sleepy Xie Bulian, and there was no style.

Qu Fengfeng wandered outside.

And this handkerchief was handed to him by Qu Fengfeng when he was wiping his face in Erchongtian last time.

Haven't returned yet.

He squeezed the handkerchief and unfolded it carefully, and stuffed the last fold neatly into his bosom.

What the hell, it's his in his hands, so he doesn't want to pay it back!

Thinking of this, he leaned against the moonlight and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Qu Fengfeng came back through the window, and seeing Lu Yanzhen lying on the table, he couldn't help sighing.

But the Xie Bulian on the bed was paralyzed and couldn't move, so Qu Fengfeng found a quilt and wrapped it up for Lu Yanzhen.

So a good night's sleep.