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The singing girl paused for a moment before she said: "At first, she was tender and gentle, but later, there was an image of opposition, but in the end, it was, it was..."

"What is it?" Duan Changge said.

"It's very peaceful." She frowned and said, "It shouldn't be. The front has already been resolved, how can it be so peaceful in the future?" Could it be that the resolution has been resolved?But that fate is clearly very dangerous.

"What does peace mean?" Duan Changge didn't know when his fingers clenched.

"There is a sense of Fushengjing's peace." It's just that Fushengjing's peace is a little subtle, and she doesn't quite understand it.

But this is a conflict after all, the singer said again: "No, I will do the calculation again."

Duan Changge said in a deep voice, "No need."

When Duan Changge left, the singer was still wondering if she said something wrong, which made Duan Changge unhappy.

"That's the way fate is." The singer said.

The singing girl next to her said: "Sister Yurui is so confused, you only said that the nobleman is affectionate, but you didn't say who the person who attracted her affection was, isn't Master Duan not interested?"

Yurui said in surprise: "Ah, I thought Mrs. Duan knew that I was talking about her."

The singing girl hid her face with her sleeve and smiled, and said: "If I had known it earlier and agreed with each other, why would she need to get drunk? My sister is confused."

……

There is little love, and the old love is revived.

Duan Changge pressed her temples, only to feel a terrible headache, reeking of alcohol, and without help, she stumbled back to the room by herself.

Yue Zilin had gone to bed early at that time, and the room was very quiet.

There is a veil between her and her, and the moonlight enters the room. Yue Zilin's face is peaceful and serene in the moonlight. When she closes her eyes, she is an elegant beauty. When she opens her eyes, she knows her determination.

What kind of person can such a woman fall in love with?

What kind of person is worthy of such a woman?

She lifted the curtain and went in and sat on the bed.

She understood why she tolerated Yue Zilin so presumptuously.

It's okay if you don't have a mind, but if you have a mind, you can't live together, as if you deliberately took advantage of the other party.

She got up and was about to go out when Yue Zilin suddenly opened his eyes.

Duan Changge was startled, and Yue Zilin said in a soft voice, "Why did you come back?" She leaned over, the smell of wine and rouge made her frown, and said, "You have business to deal with?"

"Well, you go to bed first."

Yue Zilin still opened his eyes and said, "I've been waiting for you in the middle of the night."

Hearing this coquettish words, Duan Changge's heart softened, and he said, "Why don't you go to bed early?"

Yue Zilin said pitifully, "It's cold."

"Cold? How come?" She reached into the quilt, although it was not hot, it was definitely not cold.

Yue Zilin grabbed her hand and said, "Is it cool?"

She almost forgot how much Yue Zilin was afraid of the cold.

"Take off your clothes quickly," Yue Zilin said, "Then come in." She took the initiative to give up the space, and her attitude was very different from her previous attitude.

"No disease, a certain..."

"So what? It's not like we haven't slept together before," Yue Zilin complained, "Why didn't you have such a long and such a short time?"

Duan Changge thought to himself, didn't I have other thoughts at that time?

"Times are different." She said helplessly.

"Then you go," Yue Zilin turned his back to her, "leave me here to freeze to death."

Duan Changge said: "You won't freeze to death."

Yue Zilin snorted and said, "Do you really want me to freeze to death?"

She stopped talking and only heard the rustling sound of undressing behind her. Not long after she was hit, another person came in.

Due to drinking, Duan Changge's body was so hot that Yue Zilin didn't want to talk to her at first, but finally he couldn't hold back and leaned into her arms.

Duan Changge didn't take advantage of the situation to hug her, she was terribly stiff, as if any movement made her abrupt.

Yue Zilin didn't care that she was sitting on pins and needles, hugging her own, rubbing her own, humming softly.

Duan Changge put his hand on his forehead, deeply feeling that keeping her was the worst decision she ever made.

She couldn't fall asleep, but her mind wasn't clear enough, she mumbled: "If you hug Xia Ri, it will definitely be very comfortable."

Yue Zilin snorted and said, "I still want you to hold me in Xia Ri?"

Duan Changge thought for a while, and said, "Yes."

Drowsy also fell asleep.

On the other hand, Yue Zilin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be asleep at all.

She hooked Duan Changge's hair, and rolled it into her hands bit by bit, like a net, densely packed, leaving no gaps.

She laughed, looking very pretty.

There is nowhere to run.

……

The next day.

When Duan Changge woke up, Yue Zilin was no longer there, and the place where she slept was also cold, as if it was just a dream she had before.

In the dream, there are erotic ghosts, erotic ghosts seduce people's souls, kill people, blood does not stain clothes.

Yue Zilin went to Chu Pavilion again, it was still the private room, she was waiting for someone.

A woman trapped in love.

She didn't have to wait long before the woman came.

"See?" Her tone was not very good.

Lian Ye said: "Not yet."

"Are you afraid of hurting her?"

Lian Ye nodded.

What Yue Zilin drank this time was wine, made from pear blossoms. It was warm and lingering in the mouth, as if his lover was taking good care of him.

Lian Ye put the sword on the table and said: "My subordinate's wish has been fulfilled, thank you Zuo Envoy for your kindness, now, please die."

"I didn't say I was going to kill you." Yue Zi said.

Lian Ye looked up at her, but there was no joy on her face.

"Half a month ago, the sub-head of Zhangzhou of the Devil's Sect was killed," Yue Zilin said, "That position is vacant now, you go and take it."

Zhangzhou is a desolate and hot place. Going there is probably no different from being exiled, but it is always good to survive.

Lian Ye said again: "Thank you Zuo Envoy for your generosity."

Yue Zilin waved his hand and said: "Let's go, I will send someone to send you the medicine to suppress the poison in your body every month." She paused, and said: "If it is done well, it will be regarded as a crime, and it can be done. return."

Lian Ye said: "Thank you Zuoshi." Thank you and go out.

Yue Zilin said: "I think, she is definitely going to find that girl Fan Yu now, and wants to take her away with her."

A delicate voice said: "Zhangzhou is remote and difficult. A delicate young woman like Fan Yu won't live long. She knows this, so I think it's time to say goodbye."

"But she is destined not to find Fan Yu." Yue Zi said.

The beauty came out from behind the screen, sat down, and said with a smile, "Because there is no such person as Fan Yu in the world."

She has the same face as Fan Yu, no... she is Fan Yu.

She was Fan Yu, and that face that belonged to Fan Yu didn't have the look of half-dead Fan Yu.

"Saint," Yue Zilin said, "This is a bit cruel."

Ling Wuhui smiled and said, "I didn't expect things to develop like this." There was no guilt or apology.

Ling Wuhui is the youngest of the Ling family. She is revered as the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult. All the year round, she never sees her head and tail.

Even the last time Yue Zilin saw her was two years ago.

She loves story books the most, loves mountain and wild ghosts, loves scholars, loves reading every night with red sleeves to add fragrance, and loves young ladies marrying down-and-out scholars.

Not only does she like to watch, but she also likes to act. This time, she is playing the role of a girl whose parents have died and who is ill-fated and who is sold into a flower house. Let's see how many people can give her a heart.

Lian Ye was undoubtedly the one she was most satisfied with.

Lian Yan loved her so much that she was going crazy, but of course she couldn't leave with Lian Yan, her play hadn't finished yet, and she had to continue acting in her next play, the poor young widow.

So she wants to make a conclusion to her story, the oiran is dead, that is too boring.

The oiran left a letter, confiding that she was not good enough for her, and transferred him to the northwest, but he was powerless to find someone, so he kept reading and thinking.

This is the story she is satisfied with, and this is the real couple for life.

"Your previous stories were always straightforward, why did you give her some hope?" Yue Zilin said, "Sorry?"

"Because I don't like her," Ling Wuhui said, biting his plump lips, "She and I have some issues, when we were in the Devil's Cult, but she must have forgotten it, but I remember it."

She left hope just to torture her.

Sure enough, there is no normal person in the Ling family, she thought to herself, that Ling Wuyou who hadn't seen her face in more than ten years and traveled around the world with Fengya, the master of the Zhaixing Pavilion, was not counted.

When her master was alive, she praised Ling Wuyou quite a lot, saying that he can be a role model for the world's princes.

Ling Wuhui held a mask and pasted it up in front of the mirror. It was a delicate face that I still pitied.

"Let's go, move to the left," she said.

"Where are you going?" Yue Zi asked.

"Naturally to drink, you said three years ago that you would buy me a drink." Yin Wuhui said.

Yue Zilin asked, "Isn't there wine?"

"To drink tea, you have to go to the tea house, to find pleasure, you have to go to Chu Pavilion, and to drink wine, of course you have to go to the restaurant," Ling Wuhui said, "It's boring here. And I heard that Tian Qing Lou not only has good wine, but also a young and beautiful girl. The little widow sang for money."

"You want to learn her style?"

Ling Wuhui smiled and said: "Those who know me, there is no better way to go to the left."

Yue Zilin said: "Don't dare." She really didn't want to know what these lunatics from the Yin family were thinking.

The two left the Chu Pavilion, the sun was shining brightly, making people's eyes hurt.

Ling Wuhui wished he could stick close to Yue Zilin and cover his entire face.

Yue Zilin let her go and didn't stop her, because she knew that it was useless to stop her, she might as well accept it.

"No disease?" A slightly puzzled voice sounded from behind her.

this sound?

Yue Zilin froze all of a sudden - Duan Changge!

Duan Changge saw that she stopped, walked forward, and saw that there was an impatient little beauty beside Yue Zilin, so he smiled but said: "So, this is the big thing about being healthy."

At this time, if he is sensible, he should be quiet and not speak, but Ling Wuhui became obsessed with acting, and stuck closer, as if he was very surprised and asked: "Zilin, who is this?"

Not pronouncing words, but calling names, either because they don’t understand the rules at all, or because they are too familiar, so don’t care about the rules.

Seeing that Yue Zilin didn't have any special reaction, she knew it was the latter.

Could this be Yue Zilin's sentiment?

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Kongxuan for mine.

Ask me, Master Mu, for fortune-telling, I guarantee it will not be accurate. (funny)