Purple Qi Donglai

In the deep winter months, the sky and the earth are fierce, and the cool wind hits from the north, mixed with a little whistling and a little chill, and the white snow hits the silver shirt. Under the sunshine, it glows white, and the black jade crown She has a head of jet-black hair, and a handful of hair falls casually on the white cloak. The pure white crystals fall silently on the hair, and then slide along the hair to the roots, and gradually become icy with the cold wind.

He dragged his plain white cloak on the white snow, let the chattering snowflakes fall, the sound of the cold wind howling slightly hit his ears, a few crystal snowflakes fell on the palm, and gradually melted with the residual warmth of the palm It turned into a puddle of water, and the white and ruddy palm gradually lost its color.There is also a little deep meaning in those cold eyes, which is full of sadness.

She stood behind him, Bai Jiu's fingers gradually clung to his waist, along the fingers, through the skin, a slight chill gradually hit, the slender joints slightly caressed the thick and cold battle robe, with a little The white snow is intertwined between the bones, the blue hair of the two is entangled by the blowing of the wind, two scorching hot crystals fall down the cloak on the cold snow surface, the warmth is mixed with the cold, and they also merge into the scorching condensation. in the snow.

He took a deep breath, the sadness in his eyes was gradually covered by thick lust, then he turned around and looked down at her deeply.The slender joints wiped away the warm tears from the corners of her eyes, and the remaining warmth from her tears still remained between her fingers,

"If I meet you again in the next life, I will definitely promise you a red makeup and a lifetime marriage." His warm breath puffed on her white cheeks, and his fingertips lingered slightly on the dark red phoenix tail on her forehead. On the flower, and then flicked the joints lightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth,

Yu Yang took out a red square scarf from his cuff. He never wore it when he fought in all directions in his early years, because this scarf should be tied around his neck by his beloved woman or wife.

He looked at Feng Jiu with a light smile, held the handkerchief and placed it in her warm palm, with a smile in the corner of his eyes,

"Jiu'er, put it on for me," the ethereal and hoarse voice gradually entered Feng Jiu's ears, and then echoed in the windy and bleak courtyard.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, and the rings on her ankles made crisp sounds, lingering in her ears and lingering in her heart.

Tie the red square scarf in his hand around his white and thin neck, and suddenly his forehead gradually felt warm, cold and hot.

He leaned over and kissed the young and delicate Pteris flower on her forehead, that kiss was deeply imprinted on her forehead, on the delicate petals, and then imprinted on her heart, lingering for a long time,

After a while, he let go slightly, he looked at her deeply, his eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia,

The sound of horseshoes whistled into the ears, echoing in the empty and desolate courtyard,

"Jiu'er, the king has to go, they are waiting for me," he slid his slender fingers across her cheeks, twirling a few strands of loose hair around her ears and putting them behind her ears.

Yu Yang slightly distanced herself from her, turned around abruptly and walked out,

"Can you and I find you again in the next life?" The trembling voice behind him gradually reached his ears, and his tall and thin figure trembled along with it, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, letting the extreme affection and reluctance stay in his heart The wind is making waves, and the slight coolness gradually hits the depths of the heart along the blue and red veins, getting deeper and colder,

He turned around slightly, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was a little bitter and sad, and he took a deep look at the woman standing not far away. Reluctant, a little bitter, and a little nostalgic,

"If there is an afterlife, this king will definitely live up to you. Even if it's by the bridge of Naihe, in front of the flowers on the other side, I will never forget you"

"If you turn into a mansa bead flower in the next life, even if it blooms in the depths of hell, I will definitely protect you forever." The ethereal and deep voice gradually entered Fengjiu's ears, staring deeply at the plain white flower. The figure, until it disappeared from sight, until the warm tears in the eyes gradually dripped to the back of the hand, and it became colder and colder.

She was dressed in a plain pink dress, letting the cold wind blow and flutter, and the faint red sandalwood fragrance gradually lingered in her nose, wisps of white light shone from the bodhi seeds, and the phoenix flower on her forehead gradually overflowed with a faint fragrance. The red light rises in the sky, hovering for a long time without leaving,