The changing hands of the emperor of the wine doctor

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"Hey hey hey! You still mentioned this matter! I sacrificed for you. Just for this, can you give me a smile too? It makes me think it will be worth doing this thing." Sima Yunhai begged Is it so difficult for Haruhime to smile?

Although he is not actually married, he and Meng Zhishu have had a skin-to-skin relationship for a long time.Later, when the Western Regions perished, Meng Zhishu still led his army to live and die with the country.But he didn't allow it! In a critical moment, he came to Meng Zhishu's side, and took her back to Yunhai Villa in a forceful way at any cost.

Now that you are his woman, you have to listen to him! Faced with the ruin of his country and family, Meng Zhishu once fell into despair.I feel like I don't have a loved one anymore.In fact, she has no relatives, but has been growing up in the Western Regions, and has long regarded the Western Regions as her hometown.Unexpectedly, one day, he would not be able to return to his hometown.And like a walking dead, become a stranger.

In order to cheer up Meng Zhishu, Sima Yunhai did not hesitate to advance the agreement.He knelt in front of Meng Zhishu, held her cold hands, and said to her tenderly: "Although you are far away from your homeland and have lost your relatives, you still have me. Didn't you give me two months to think about it? It's been considered."

Meng Zhishu's unfocused eyes seemed to be alive, his cold hands seemed to be warmed by him, and his heart also returned to the temperature. "What is your decision?"

Yun Hai still held her hand tightly and looked at her seriously: "I will be responsible for your life."

Meng Zhishu whispered Yunhai's name, and couldn't help crying.She was surrounded by the warm embrace of the sea of ​​clouds, which was more caring than ever before. "The sea of ​​clouds..."

The sea of ​​clouds... that soft call seemed to be still in my ears.

Sima Yunhai swallowed the wine bitterly, and the spicy taste welled up in his throat.Before leaving, he confessed to Meng Zhishu to find Qingqian, Meng Zhishu was very calm.Maybe she understands better than him what this meeting means, and what might change.But the result will never change.

Because Qingqian is still the original Qingqian, she hasn't changed.He is Sima Yunhai, and his personality will not change.Now that he has made a promise to Zhishu, he will not easily renege on it.So he could only drink more and more of this wine.

Baili Qingqian saw his strangeness, but didn't want to care about it.Because her goal has been achieved, he will not chase her to make her smile at him, nor will he persuade her.Because he himself is caught in a dilemma, struggling on the edge of emotion.

It's not her who is drunk, but him!

The outline of the Southern Border Palace can be seen at the bottom of the eyes, and the long-standing building seems to return to a dream ten years ago.Her dream is related to southern Xinjiang, to the Central Plains, to martial arts, and to the common people in the world.

Time flies, in her eyes like a clear pool, criss-crossing.Soon, maybe soon we will meet.I just don't know whether the flowers are still blooming when we meet each other, and things are different.

☆、Chapter 6

He has been having the same dream for the past few days. In the dream, he met her.But she wanted to kill him!

Once upon a time, the emotion between us would want you to support it with killing thoughts? Don't you have even a little bit of affection for me?

The light from the sky fell to the ground, and the mans leaves flew up.She stood alone in the southern border palace, quietly looking at the plaque in the palace hall. "Phoenix Hall..."

The door of Qifeng Hall opened, and the wind seems a little chilly today.Her thin body fell in the cool wind, and in his eyes, it hurt in his heart.He completely hid himself, she couldn't find him, nor could she find anything related to him.Including, nostalgia, obsession, persistence.hatred!

In the past, she never left her body with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but now, she conceals her demeanor back then in loneliness.But she likes to drink.Fu Yuanqing remembered that back then, she was graceful, proud and unrestrained.No one can subdue her, only him.

It seemed to be love at first sight, or maybe it was God's will.They are together.

And he, like a lonely outsider, obviously, they used to be bosom friends.It's a pity that confidants may not be able to stay together.He hides the hatred of jealousy in the deepest part of his heart, if he doesn't touch it, no one else will touch it either.

She came today, of course, not to simply appreciate the quaint scenery of the southern border palace, but to find someone.But when she took a step, a person appeared in front of Qifeng Palace.

His appearance was silent, if she hadn't faced him head-on, she might not have noticed.Tears suddenly filled her eyes as she looked at his expressionless face.That graceful black robe seemed to be tailor-made for him.Wearing it on his body, it showed his demeanor and his free and easy at a glance.

However, is he still the same as he was back then? She didn't know why he was here.She asked tremblingly, "The one who left without saying goodbye back then, why did you do it?"

He doesn't speak.Did he not want to say it, or would he not say it? The cool wind passed by his dull eyes, and a clear and crystal teardrop evaporated in the air.His eyebrows are as straight as a green hill, and his eyes are as vast as a vast sea.

Once in these eyes, you could see the whole world, containing the most spiritual things in the world.It's a pity that his eyes are no longer as charming as they were back then.What did he go through? In the past ten years, what have you gone through to become like this!

She wanted to ask, but couldn't open her mouth.Because he has come before you.The black hair was messy, and this expressionless but decadent face still couldn't destroy his natural domineering.He grabbed her neck coldly and lifted her light body up.

Enduring the pain, she locked on him with eager eyes.But his eyes, once so gentle, are now piercingly cold.He no longer smiled for her, nor called her softly.A light green light flashed across his eyes, and together with the cool breeze, it took away the deep scars in his heart.

"Let her go." A slight sigh came from the Phoenix Palace.

When the words fell, the man's hand had already left her neck, and his whole body also quietly retreated to the gate of Qifeng Hall.Standing there like a guard, with such a tall and straight body, such a tall and mighty spirit.This moment is like a watchdog.There is no awareness, only obedience.

In his impression, this voice was his master, and he had to obey.Regardless of consciousness, he just couldn't help it.He couldn't think of a fight, so he closed his eyes.

But there is a name that lingers in my mind all the time, lingering like a lingering obsession. "Feng'er..."

He has a name in his heart, Feng Wuzi.He always felt that this name was very kind, and every time he said it, he couldn't help crying.What are tears, he does not understand.Maybe at first.But now, he is nothing.

Feng Wuzi returned to the bamboo forest with his exhausted body, but unexpectedly saw a person.

The breeze blows the willows, and the white clothes are beautiful.The woman's lonely expression suddenly became pleasantly surprised when she saw her.

The look of surprise, but the woman's eyes, but with the nostalgia and nostalgia of the past life, maybe there is nostalgia.The woman didn't move, for fear that if she was not careful, she would leave again.So he said cautiously: "Finally, you are no longer avoiding me."

"I've never avoided anyone." Feng Wuzi straightened her neckline to cover up the faint marks on her neck.This piece of bamboo forest seems to be covered with a thin layer of fog forever, and the fog will never dissipate.No matter it is cloudy and rainy, or the sun is shining brightly, or the vicissitudes of the old dusk, the years that fly away quietly in the dark night.I can't take away this fog.

Baili Qingqian looked at Feng Wuzi as if she was looking at flowers through a fog.Why can't we get close to each other? Why would you rather be alone in this place than see me? She couldn't help walking towards Feng Wuzi.She was calm at this moment, but she couldn't maintain her elegance.

Feng Wuzi sat there drinking, her lazy sitting posture never changed.Her pen, ink, paper and inkstone were also on the table, but she was about to abandon them.

Baili Qingqian thought that this time would be their reunion after a farewell, so she came to Feng Wuzi's side full of joy.At this moment, there was only tenderness in her eyes.

Feng Wuzi knew that Baili Qingqian was looking at her, with such tender eyes, as if she was looking at a lover.Her hand holding the wine glass froze in the air.When Qingqian's hand approached gently, she raised her eyebrows and flickered lightly.