[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

After staying at home for a few days, Si Zhui was fed fat, carrying a bag full of delicious food, changed into new clothes from Bicao's tailor shop, and followed her aunt to Lanling Jin's.

Just after leaving the city gate, before Wen Miaomiao could react, a big bird descended from the sky and swooped straight at her.

"aunt!"

Wen Miaomiao fell to the ground with bird feathers all over her mouth, "Bah, bah, Xiaobai, what are you doing, don't you think you're so fat!"

Xiaobai flapped his wings and jumped around her, stretching his legs from time to time.

Si Zhui hurriedly helped Wen Miaomiao up, then hugged Xiaobai in his arms, took out the letterhead and handed it to Wen Miaomiao.

It was a letter from Wen Zhuliu. Since his resurrection, he often went out of the city to inquire about news. Sometimes he went hunting at night with Jiang Fengmian and his wife, and bought goods for the people of Qicheng.

"Auntie, what did Mr. Wen say?"

Wen Miaomiao put away the letter and patted him, "Sir, Yingchuan is so beautiful, and he will stay there for a while, and asked if you want to come together?"

This question is very inductive, and Si Zhui has received strict training, so he hurriedly said, "Si Zhui wants to hunt at night with aunt, and aunt is the most beautiful woman Si Zhui has ever seen!"

Wen Miaomiao looked relieved and patted his head, "Good boy, when you get older, you will definitely find a fairy who is as beautiful as your aunt."

Speaking of fairies, Si Zhui's eyes lit up, "Auntie, Jin Ling's little uncle gave him a spirit dog, can I have one too?"

"That can't be SiZhui. Our family is doomed not to have a dog for the rest of our lives."

"why..."

"You'll know later."

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Although most of the Lanling Jin Clan lost, they still had a place in the aristocratic family, and the position of Immortal Governor was still occupied by Mo Xuanyu.

Wen Miaomiao stepped onto the Jinlin Terrace with Si Zhui, and Jin Guangyao was waiting on the main seat. From this point of view, Mo Xuanyu was just a decoration.

Jin Guangyao looked at the two of them with a smile on his face, "Why is Miss Wen here? We just met when I sent Jin Ling to Yunshen a month ago."

Wen Miaomiao said generously: "Of course I'm here to talk about something. I have something to ask Lianfang Zun for help, but this matter may be a bit big, you have to agree first, and then Miss Ben can tell you what it is."

SiZhui looks up to his aunt... adores...

Jin Guangyao said with a smile, "Jinlin Terrace is not a place where Yunshen is unknown, and there is no Hanguang-Jun here, Miss Wen must have spoken too loudly."

Wen Miaomiao looked very relaxed, and said: "You killed Jin Guangshan, right?"

Jin Guangyao's smile froze and then immediately recovered, "Even if it is, Missy should thank me."

"What about Wang Lingjiao, wasn't it you who sent it to Jin Guangshan? Thanks to you too?"

This time Jin Guangyao stopped laughing completely, and paused for a moment, "So what? Now there is no proof."

Since Mr. Wen can send the news, there must be evidence, but Wen Miaomiao does not intend to do so, after all... what she wants is to be safe.Threats are not very clever means.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose. What I want to say is, whether you agree or not, I will not tell Mr. Zewu about these things. What I'm talking to you is, as long as you agree to me," Wen Miaomiao told the thoughts behind her. Zhui pulled over, "I'll let my lovely Si Zhui send you Zewu-jun's picture album and portrait every month, and tell you what he does every day, how about it?"

SiZhui was stunned, his head kept turning between the two of them.

Jin Guangyao thought for a moment, and finally dimpled out of his smile, "Okay."

SiZhui was even more confused...

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At noon after three months, Lan Wangji took Wen Miaomiao's baggage and sent her to the mountain gate.

"Lan Zhan, I'm going home, let's send it here."

"it is good."

"Wen's study atmosphere is not good, so Si Zhui will let you go here first."

"it is good."

Wen Miaomiao thought for a while, "But I still have to come to Yunshen I don't know place every month, there are a lot of things to deal with."

"When will you come, let me know, and I will pick you up."

The afterglow of the setting sun was almost gone, and it would be dark soon. Lan Xichen walked down from the mountain. Lan Wangji stood behind the back with one hand and held the sword in the other. He stood at the mountain gate, looking down the mountain, without moving for a long time.

"Forget the machine."

Lan Wangji turned slightly sideways, "Brother."

"I'm unwilling, why don't you stay?"

"I'm not unwilling, I just don't want to give up." He walked up the stairs, "As long as she is happy, go back."

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In the spring of the second year, Wen Miaomiao was basking in the sun in the backyard, Xiaobai hovered in the air and dropped a letter box, Wen Miaomiao opened it and jumped up.

"A-Ning, A-Ning, A-Ning!"

"Here we come!" Wen Ning came quickly, kicking up dust all the way, "What's the matter Miao Miao?"

"Quick, quick! Go to the study and get the letter of appointment from my little brother!"

"Oh oh oh."

In a corner under the Jinlin Terrace, Wen Miaomiao's dress fluttered with the wind, and her blue hair hung down her shoulders, drawing soft waves. She clasped her hands on the intricately patterned stone wall, and looked at the Jinlin Terrace with unrelenting eyes. .

Someone shouted: "The Immortal Governor is here."

Mo Xuanyu, the dispensable useless Immortal Governor of the Lanling Jin Sect, finally came out after retreating for a month.

The man wore a mask, was dressed in black, and had his hair tied up. He walked up from Jinlin Tower step by step, stopped at a place where the sun was strong, raised his head, slightly covered his eyes with his hands, looked up at the sky, and said nothing. hair.After a while, he lowered his arms again and continued to walk up to Jinlin Terrace.

Wen Miaomiao stood on tiptoe and looked hard, tears streaming down like rain.

At night, Wei Wuxian was lying in Mo Xuanyu's dormitory, and was inexplicably sacrificed and returned. It was already 12 years later, and he felt sad and terrified.

With a helpless smile on his face, he laughed at himself, actually a little scared, afraid to find out about those people outside.

Someone knocked on the door, "Xiandu, Venerable Lianfang said, you have worked hard in retreat, and I sent someone to you, and I am waiting outside the hall now."

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian quickly sat up, put on his mask, and straightened his sleeves, "It's midnight, who are you sending to, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

The door opened, and the disciple brought in a woman in a white veil, with her head down, unable to see her face clearly.

"Of course he was sent to serve you." After speaking, the disciple withdrew.

Wei Wuxian was stunned, and immediately shouted: "Hey, hey, no...I don't..."

With a "bang", the door was closed, blocking all the sound, Wei Wuxian was very embarrassed, and he cleared his throat after thinking about it, "Uh...this...that...I'm tired... You go back first... Back off..."

The woman didn't speak, but took a step forward.

Wei Wuxian became nervous, and stretched out his hand to block the front, "You...you don't come here, let me tell you, I, I, I...I don't like women, you should give up on it."

Wen Miaomiao raised her head, "Don't like women? Are you serious? Then why am I putting so much effort?"

Miao Miao!

Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up, hitting his head on the bed beam.

"Oh, Xiandu, are you alright!" Wen Miaomiao ran over to help him, "Don't be silly!"

Only then did Wei Wuxian suddenly realize that he... he was wearing a mask now, and he was Mo Xuanyu, so he quickly shook off Wen Miaomiao's hand.

But... this is too irritating!It's unbearable!Wei Wuxian yanked off the moon bead hanging from Wen Miaomiao's forehead, and threw it to the ground, "What is this thing! What a little girl, what are you doing wearing this!"

Then she took out the white jade cloud pattern Bu Yao on her head, "And this thing, what is this!"

A head of black hair spread down, making Wen Miaomiao's eyes extraordinarily bright.

Wei Wuxian continued to reprimand, "And your clothes, you don't wear good clothes, you get so many layers of gauze! You..."

Wen Miaomiao's eyes turned from exceptionally innocent to slowly filled with tears, which made Wei Wuxian a little flustered, "Hey hey...don't cry...I..."

Wen Miaomiao hugged him around his neck and began to cry, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo little brother I miss you... I miss you so much..."

"Miao Miao..." Wei Wuxian took off the mask, his voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly patted her on the back with his hand, "Good boy..."

After crying for a while, Wen Miaomiao let go of him, with red eyes, aggrieved, "Little brother, I still want to hug, just standing like this hurts my feet, the shoes I'm wearing are so uncomfortable."

Wei Wuxian lifted up her long skirt, and she was indeed wearing high-soled cloth shoes embroidered with some random patterns.He picked her up and sat on his lap, then leaned over to take off her shoes, "What are you wearing today, and you usually wear it like this?"

"Of course not. It was specially made to meet you at Bicao. I brought it back from Jinlin Terrace, and I just put it on."

Wen Miaomiao swayed her two smooth little feet, and rubbed against Wei Wuxian's arms again, "Little brother, is it really not good-looking? I quite like it."

Wei Wuxian thought for a while, and said objectively: "When you wear it in the room, it really looks good."

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door outside, "Xian Du, it's past the third watch, but what's wrong?"

Wei Wuxian didn't cover his face at this time, fearing that people would come in, he extinguished the candle with his palm, "It's okay, I'm going to sleep now, you all go back to rest too."

It was heard that the voice of the people had gone away, and the room was pitch-black, only the faint light reflected from the window paper, which was indistinct.

Wen Miaomiao jumped off Wei Wuxian's lap, knelt down on the bed and began to spread the quilt and arrange pillows.

"Miao Miao, what are you doing?"

"Of course it's to make the bed and sleep." Wen Miaomiao sat on the bed and tugged at the clothes, "Oh, this is the first time I wear this dress, and it's all tied up, it's so annoying."

Wei Wuxian turned around and untied her belt, "Where are you wearing a belt, it's obviously a twist." Wei Wuxian lowered his head, unable to see clearly, but could feel Wen Miaomiao's gentle breathing, and ...the ups and downs around the face...

The air is somewhat still.

"Little brother? Why are you in a daze!"

Wei Wuxian let her go quickly, and stepped back a little. Her lips were bright red, her long hair was loose, and her eyes were shining, which made him a little flustered.

"Huh?" Wen Miaomiao leaned forward a little, "What's the matter with you?" There was a bit of pity in his tone, and he approached his ear, and said softly: "Little brother, the storybook said, that matter It's better to be young, otherwise, when you get older, you may be a little... um... unable to do what you want..."

This is too provocative, "Little girl, you are getting more and more courageous." He pushed the person down, leaned over and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't ask, whoever asks is afraid!"

"Then this dress, I can only go back and have it redone for you."

There was a sound of "hissing", as if the surrounding air was ignited, slowly heated up, and exploded.

Although there is no red candle, she is in her arms, and the tent is warm and seductive.

The author has something to say: May the wind return and the flowers fall all over the ground

The quicksand fades away and I'm still waiting for you

----Ye Xuanqing "Go Back Come Come"