Tyrant, your vest fell off
Chapter 146 – The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow
Chapter 146 – The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow
At this time, the snow is cruel to the wind, and the cold sales are endless, and it is even more awe-inspiring.
The night wind blew over the white plum blossoms, and the rain of plum blossoms flew in the air like snow.
The wind is blowing, the flowers are sparse, the sky is light, and the fragrance is floating, the world is lonely, as if there is only him and her.
The heads of the two were quickly covered with a layer of extremely thin and light white plum petals.
He stretched out his palm, wanting to brush away that layer of whiteness for her, but when he raised his fingertips, he suddenly felt that it was a kind of happiness just to accompany her from morning to gray hair with the snap of his fingers.
"How about I blow the xun for you?"
Qin Yin took off his cloak and put it on her slightly thin body.
"Good~"
She hadn't woken up from the previous singing, and she casually put a bunch of plum blossoms in her hair. She gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt, and lazily leaned against a short plum blossom.
Accompanied by a burst of mournfulness and melodiousness, the melody of the ancient xun that washes away the lead is softly hummed.
Her eyelids gradually became heavy, and it suddenly seemed like a dream. When the dream came back, there was a waning moon in half a cage.
Qin Yin slowly withdrew the notes, leaned over and carefully closed the cloak for Li Qingmei who was asleep.
She was sleeping soundly, with willow eyes and plum cheeks, and an ordinary face, but it made his heart skip a beat all the time.
People often say that it takes ten years to spend time in the same bed, and a hundred years to sleep together, so how many lifetimes will it take him to cultivate her, the plum blossom that Ling Han bloomed alone?
Suddenly she coughed lightly. He originally wanted to embrace her lightly, but contradictoryly withdrew his steps.
He knew that even though he had thousands of reasons for wanting to hold her in his arms, there was only one missing identity.
"Light brow!"
Sikong Que's voice turned from far to near, Qin Yin hastily withdrew his affectionate gaze, and once again returned to his usual indifference.
"Here she is!"
Qin Yin responded softly to Sikong Que, and soon Sikong Que followed his voice to find Li Qingmei who was already sound asleep.
"Well……"
Li Qingmei grumbled displeasedly, and woke up faintly.
Seeing Sikong Que walking towards her anxiously not far away, she straightened up, gently took off Qin Yin's cloak, and returned it to its original owner.
"Goodbye, I'll go back first!"
She waved at Qin Yin, and fled in the carriage without looking back.
"Qingmei! You wait for me!"
"I have Lao Qin to enlighten my wife! Thank you!"
After Sikong Que thanked him, he quickly picked up his lightness kung fu and hurriedly followed Li Qingmei's pace.
In the wild plum forest at this time, only Qin Yin with a downcast face was left sighing at the shadow.
"You are all I want, why do you keep saying goodbye to me?"
That night, Sikong Que was so swearing, he almost swears and swears, repeatedly declaring that he is only grateful to Wencheng and Lu Xue, and has nothing else to think about.
And Wencheng Lu Xue dragged his sick body to help Si Kongque explain the relationship between the two of them.
To sum it up in one sentence, that is, falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless.
She did not ask Sikong Que to respond to her feelings in any way, but only tactfully expressed her request to the two of them to temporarily stay in Prince Shun's residence.
Her words are sincere, and Ai Ai has repeatedly stated that as long as she finds a place to stay, she will leave as soon as possible.
For her roundabout tactics, Li Qingmei knew very well, she was a thousand-year-old fox, and she knew exactly what Liaozhai tricks Wen Cheng was pretending to do.
Wencheng Lu Xue used Sikong Que's guilt and gratitude to her to conquer Sikong Que all the time.
If he insisted on going his own way again, wouldn't he be in Lu Xue's arms?
For the current plan, she can only take one step at a time, and see the tricks.
She Li Qingmei's man, she must defend to the end.
(End of this chapter)
At this time, the snow is cruel to the wind, and the cold sales are endless, and it is even more awe-inspiring.
The night wind blew over the white plum blossoms, and the rain of plum blossoms flew in the air like snow.
The wind is blowing, the flowers are sparse, the sky is light, and the fragrance is floating, the world is lonely, as if there is only him and her.
The heads of the two were quickly covered with a layer of extremely thin and light white plum petals.
He stretched out his palm, wanting to brush away that layer of whiteness for her, but when he raised his fingertips, he suddenly felt that it was a kind of happiness just to accompany her from morning to gray hair with the snap of his fingers.
"How about I blow the xun for you?"
Qin Yin took off his cloak and put it on her slightly thin body.
"Good~"
She hadn't woken up from the previous singing, and she casually put a bunch of plum blossoms in her hair. She gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt, and lazily leaned against a short plum blossom.
Accompanied by a burst of mournfulness and melodiousness, the melody of the ancient xun that washes away the lead is softly hummed.
Her eyelids gradually became heavy, and it suddenly seemed like a dream. When the dream came back, there was a waning moon in half a cage.
Qin Yin slowly withdrew the notes, leaned over and carefully closed the cloak for Li Qingmei who was asleep.
She was sleeping soundly, with willow eyes and plum cheeks, and an ordinary face, but it made his heart skip a beat all the time.
People often say that it takes ten years to spend time in the same bed, and a hundred years to sleep together, so how many lifetimes will it take him to cultivate her, the plum blossom that Ling Han bloomed alone?
Suddenly she coughed lightly. He originally wanted to embrace her lightly, but contradictoryly withdrew his steps.
He knew that even though he had thousands of reasons for wanting to hold her in his arms, there was only one missing identity.
"Light brow!"
Sikong Que's voice turned from far to near, Qin Yin hastily withdrew his affectionate gaze, and once again returned to his usual indifference.
"Here she is!"
Qin Yin responded softly to Sikong Que, and soon Sikong Que followed his voice to find Li Qingmei who was already sound asleep.
"Well……"
Li Qingmei grumbled displeasedly, and woke up faintly.
Seeing Sikong Que walking towards her anxiously not far away, she straightened up, gently took off Qin Yin's cloak, and returned it to its original owner.
"Goodbye, I'll go back first!"
She waved at Qin Yin, and fled in the carriage without looking back.
"Qingmei! You wait for me!"
"I have Lao Qin to enlighten my wife! Thank you!"
After Sikong Que thanked him, he quickly picked up his lightness kung fu and hurriedly followed Li Qingmei's pace.
In the wild plum forest at this time, only Qin Yin with a downcast face was left sighing at the shadow.
"You are all I want, why do you keep saying goodbye to me?"
That night, Sikong Que was so swearing, he almost swears and swears, repeatedly declaring that he is only grateful to Wencheng and Lu Xue, and has nothing else to think about.
And Wencheng Lu Xue dragged his sick body to help Si Kongque explain the relationship between the two of them.
To sum it up in one sentence, that is, falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless.
She did not ask Sikong Que to respond to her feelings in any way, but only tactfully expressed her request to the two of them to temporarily stay in Prince Shun's residence.
Her words are sincere, and Ai Ai has repeatedly stated that as long as she finds a place to stay, she will leave as soon as possible.
For her roundabout tactics, Li Qingmei knew very well, she was a thousand-year-old fox, and she knew exactly what Liaozhai tricks Wen Cheng was pretending to do.
Wencheng Lu Xue used Sikong Que's guilt and gratitude to her to conquer Sikong Que all the time.
If he insisted on going his own way again, wouldn't he be in Lu Xue's arms?
For the current plan, she can only take one step at a time, and see the tricks.
She Li Qingmei's man, she must defend to the end.
(End of this chapter)
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