Rebirth is back for you

The Jia'an Valley, which is clear and vivid, has a pleasant atmosphere of fresh vegetation in the rain.

Jiang Boxi stood bored in front of the broken window for a while, rolled his eyes and said without turning his head: "Do you think that wooden man can still do it? Why hasn't he come yet? I'm afraid he has been killed Was Jin Yang chopped up?"

"..." Mo Ge thumped his hands on the fire rack, walked over helplessly and dragged the person over, tore a piece of roasted chicken wings and handed them to her, and said softly: "It's useless if you want to see through it, don't want to." Just stay here and live here honestly, don’t you say you like it here?”

Jiang Baixi looked down at the thin chicken wings in his hand, and returned it to Mo Ge ruthlessly, pulled a chicken leg off, bit it up, and muttered: "If you like to stay for three or two days, you'll get tired of staying there." , not to mention that the peach blossoms outside are all in bloom, so why should the prince stay here to appreciate it?"

"Then let's go. If you lose some power, you will lose it, and then slowly make up for it." Mo Ge thought for a while and suggested.

Jiang Baixi Taohua rolled his eyes, and sat down on the side of the bed with a refusal look.It was said to be a bed, but it was just a simple wooden bed with fox fur on it. She flicked on it twice on purpose before tugging and saying: "If it is normal, the prince still needs her to pick it up? But this time she I have to invite this prince to watch the ceremony as the master."

Mo Ge heard an unusual meaning from her words, she finished handling the things at hand, sat down too, tilted her head and said, "Watching the ceremony?"

Jiang Bai raised his eyebrows mockingly, and said concisely: "That dead woman has prepared everything for the big wedding behind my sister's back. She has even invited all the people who should be invited, and she is waiting for the abductee to go back into the bridal chamber."

Entering the bridal chamber... The corners of Mo Ge's eyes twitched, and he said sincerely, "Your Majesty Jing is so lucky."

"Are you unlucky?" Jiang Boxi had an opinion as soon as he heard it. He turned his head and swished at Mo Ge, pointing out: "Which night did I dissatisfy you? Or did you forget that kind of thing?" Taste, want to experience it again now?"

"..." Mo Ge stuffed the chicken wings into her mouth, and said, "...I'm very satisfied, so don't say any more."

"That's more or less the same." Jiang Boxi picked it up again, gnawed the chicken wings in two or threes, threw the bone out casually, and then stared at the only table in the room.

Mo Ge just followed her gaze and said, "Did you see it?" Jiang Boxi suddenly raised his hand and chopped the table into pieces, then turned his head and said innocently, "Huh? See it?" What?"

"...I can see that the table is made of black water agarwood..."

"Ah?" Jiang Baixi frowned, and looked back, "Agarwood from black water? Is it the same kind of wood as that golden seedling's carriage?"

"It should be a piece of wood. This kind of wood has disappeared in the world, and now there are only these two pieces left." Mo Ge took a deep breath, turned his head and said helplessly: "So there is nothing in this room except this bed. It’s this table, why did you split it up?”

"Naturally, I'm going to make something for fun." Jiang Boxi didn't take it seriously, sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up a few pieces of neatly broken wood on the ground, and fiddled with it: "We'll just stay on the bed for a while." , It’s useless to ask for a table. Besides, since it belongs to the same family as the carriage wood of the golden seedling, it would be a shame to be a table in this life.”

Last song: "..." What does it mean to stay on the bed all the time.

Seeing her thin-skinned face, Jiang Boxi turned pink unexpectedly, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Where are you thinking? Why are you thinking more than that dead woman?"

Mo Ge glared at Jiang Boxi, and said, "Which dead woman?"

Jiang Baixi flattened his mouth, lowered his head and muttered while tinkering with the wooden block: "Of course it's my good sister who hates to marry. That wooden person is very self-confident and conceited. She hasn't touched her until now. If she's not in the same place That's all, but the two of them share the same bed almost every night, fortunately she can bear it..."

She didn't go any further, her fingertips overflowed with air, she concentrated on carving and cutting the wooden block under her hand, Mo Ge pursed her lips, and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, a complete chess set was carved out, and Mo Ge held these small round pieces of wood and asked, "What can this be used for?"

"Play chess." Jiang Baixi pulled Mo Ge onto the bed, and introduced her happily, "This is a way of playing chess that that jade beauty taught me. We don't know how long we will stay in this poor place. You have to find something to entertain yourself."

After a while, Mo Ge was already able to play chess with Jiang Baixi, she said with a smile, "Senior Jing knows a lot of things."

Jiang Boxi didn't pay much attention to her words, and said with a beaming smile: "After all, she is the crown prince's sister, how can she be so bad? She also taught me several kinds, such as checkers, backgammon, etc. Let's play this first."

Mo Ge lowered his eyelashes thoughtfully, and after pushing the chess pieces for a step, he said, "Yes."

The two stopped talking and concentrated on fighting.Jiang Baixi's chess style is just like her own, and she kills all directions in one shot, but she is a natural chess master, aggressive but calm, and Mo Ge has not been able to get the slightest benefit in ten games in a row.

"..." Mo Ge looked helplessly at Shuai who had been eaten again, and said speechlessly, "It's better...forget it, forget it."

"Huh?" Jiang Boxi was furiously furious, but just as he raised his eyebrows when he heard this, huge air fluctuations and chirping sounds suddenly rang in his ears.

The two squinted their eyes, jumped out of the house together, and looked up.

The huge phoenix slowly lowered and hovered in the low sky. A man in a lake-blue brocade robe stood on the edge of the bird's back. When he looked down and saw Jiang Boxi, he seemed to smile. He floated down and bowed to salute: "See Pass Prince Xi."

Jiang Boxi was taken aback by his seriousness, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Highness Sixth Prince?"

"It's me." Chang Sun Qihong glanced at Mo Ge beside Jiang Baixi, and smiled slightly.

"I haven't masked for a long time, the sixth prince really looks better the longer he grows!" Jiang Baixi smirked casually, pointed to Qingluan who was in mid-air and said: "That wooden man sent you to pick us up?"

"Yes." Zhang Sun Qihong was slightly startled and nodded.

"She followed that..." Jiang Boxi paused at this point, and quickly changed his words: "The two of them have already gone back?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go, I'm sorry." Jiang Boxi took Mo Ge's hand as he said, and touched his feet to float on Qingluan's back.

After thinking for a while, he raised his voice again: "Lan Ge! Bring me that pair of chess pieces."

Changsun Qihong looked at the empty front and smiled for a moment, and put his feet on Qingluan's back. After Lan Ge also came up, he said: "Qingluan, let's go!"

Jiang Baixi blinked, and led Mo Ge to the edge, while looking down at the rapidly shrinking wooden house and valley, he praised: "This wooden man still has a bit of ability to plan for rainy days, I said that no one can climb Going to someone else's bed, she is like a Buddha sitting in meditation, not in a hurry."

"..." Mo Ge stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Baixi's waist again, in exchange for her soft hiss and dissatisfied stares.

"Sister Nine Emperors is naturally capable." Zhang Sun Qihong looked at the backs and small movements of the two of them, and then stopped talking after a reply.

Jiang Boxi didn't speak anymore, but he kept holding Mo Ge's hand as if casually, and the two stood far away on the edge.

When the large expanses of bright red began to come into view, Jiang Boxi's usual flamboyant face also showed a bit of subtle emotion. Mo Ge beside her looked at the red silk and said softly: "The Ninth Princess is waiting for Mr. Jing." Heart, no one in this world can defeat you."

Jiang Baixi was noncommittal, let the bright reds fly in his eyes for a while, and then whispered: "This prince is just such a big sister, if it's not because of her desire to beg for several lifetimes, how can I really let it go?" She abducted people to do what she knew she couldn't do."

Mo Ge obviously thought of something, turned his head to look at Jiang Boxi's slightly dark complexion, pursed his lips and remained silent.

After a while, Jiang Baixi snorted softly: "Thousands of miles of scenery, thousands of miles of brocade red, step on all of these, and have a panoramic view, but that beautiful woman is so beautiful."

Mo Ge also suddenly smiled, and said with emotion: "To be treated like this by one person, even just one glance is enough."

For the first time, Jiang Baixi didn't sneer at her sadness, but squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Living and dying together is certainly admirable, but if we can live together properly, no one is really willing to die."

Mo Ge slightly tightened the palms held together by the two of them, and stopped talking.

Qingluan fluttered her wings steadily and soared above the nine heavens, constantly leaving the soft clouds behind her.

After Jingran stood on the edge of Qingluan's back and watched motionlessly for a long time, Changsun Qimu finally kissed her on the side cheek funny, and said softly: "Go back to sleep for a while, it will take three days to get back to Beijing. "

If it was on the ground, it would take at least ten days to ride a fast horse from Yunshuijian back to Qingyue capital, day and night, but now three days is already very fast.

But precisely because of this, Jing Ran shook his head in the halo of dusk, and said in a rustling voice: "You made these for me, I want to see them."

"I've made a lot of shops. Ganqiu, Shuobei, and Nanjiang are all shopped one by one. Don't you have to make a special trip to see it?" The eldest grandson Qimu smiled, pulling people in without any explanation.

Jing Ran was led by her for two steps, and looked in the direction of Wuli behind him as if thinking of something.

Changsun Qimu turned around with a sudden step, squinted his eyes, and clasped Jing Ran's waist with his hands, hugged her in his arms, and whispered against her cheek: "Take your little thoughts Put it away for me, no matter what you planned to do by staying with her, I won't allow it."

Jing Ran's eyelashes drooped, and he didn't make a sound or move.

Changsun Qimu's arms tightened a bit, and he repeated: "Did you hear that?"

Jing Ran still didn't reply.

Changsun Qimu's arm tightened again and again, and after a while, he sighed softly: "You don't have to worry about anything, I'm here."

Jing Ran suddenly raised his arms and hugged his elder grandson Qimu, buried his head in her neck, smelled the cold and fragrant snow lotus fragrance and said softly: "I was just thinking, you can also spread red silk on Wuli."

Changsun Qimu suddenly chuckled, let her go, put her arms around Jing Ran's shoulders, turned her in half a direction, hugged her up from behind, reached out to hold her hand and slowly raised it, pointing in one direction and saying: "The top of the East China Sea there is the Broken Leaf Island I mentioned, and it is our real homeland. Its size is Qingyue, Wuli and Ganqiu combined, and it is far beyond the reach. You say I will there They are all covered with red silk, is it enough to reach Wuli?"

Although she could only see nothingness in the direction she pointed, Jing Ran still felt a surge of emotion. She blinked the mist that appeared in her eyes again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Enough."

Changsun Qimu smiled softly, pulled the person in again and walked a few steps in, sat down casually, hugged her into his arms, and somehow conjured a bag of jerky out of thin air, squeezed a piece and handed it to the Jing Ran said softly, "Try it, it's delicious."

Jing Ran lowered her head, obediently ate the meat from her fingertips into her mouth, chewed it twice and asked, "Snow venison from Lingshan?"

"Well, these snow deer have not been domesticated these years, and they have eaten up all the phoenix grass that Yunying likes to eat." The eldest grandson Qimu waited for Jingran to finish eating, and then fed her another piece.

"The snow deer is a rare spirit beast outside, how many did you bring out?"

"I brought quite a few. You used to like to eat this most."

Jing Ran raised his eyebrows, "I don't like to eat fish?"

The eldest grandson Qimu was a little emotional, caressing the corner of Jingran's mouth and said: "Actually, I used to like to eat fish."

Jing Ran blinked, and after eating another piece of venison, said slightly vaguely: "So it's because of you that I like fish?"

"There is another reason. You can't find snow venison meat that you love most." Changsun Qimu smiled lightly, and while answering, squeezed out another piece of meat, but was not in a hurry to feed it to Jing Ran's mouth. , and only handed it in time when the piece in her mouth was almost finished.

Seeing her proper movements, Jing Ran felt gentle in her heart, and leaned over to squeeze a piece, "You eat too."

Changsun Qimu lowered his head, the tip of his tongue swept away the jerky, and suddenly grabbed Jing Ran's finger that was about to fade away, and gently kissed her fingertips with his warm thin lips.

Jing Ran suddenly flinched slightly, but let her fingers be gripped and did not retract, but said "hmm" under the warm gaze: "Yunying... Yunying, where are you now?"

Changsun Qimu looked at her like a well-behaved white cat, suddenly frightened but extremely trustworthy, and said softly, "I have already sent it back." After a pause, she shook Jing Ran's fingertips again He kissed it gently on his lips, and murmured in a raving voice: "It misses you very much, and I miss you very much, I miss you very much."

I don't know if it's because of her movements, or because of the infinite softness in her words, the emotion in Jing Ran's drooping eyelids becomes more subtle, and her hot heart is aroused with a scorching heat like a tide.

She fixed her eyes on the slender and thick eyelashes of the person who was hugging her, and suddenly turned around and clasped her shoulders, bowed her head and kissed her.

The eldest grandson Qimu gave a very soft "hmm", and obediently followed Jing Ran's movements to raise his head to kiss, then slowly leaned back, lay down bit by bit, and stretched out his hands to firmly clasp the thinner body on his body. spine.

The sky was getting dark, and there were dazzling stars swaying broken light all over the sky. Changsun Qimu looked at Jing Ran's eyes that were brighter than starlight, and acquiesced in pushing her softly hanging hair from her shoulders to one side.

Jing Ran stared fixedly at the pair of clear phoenix eyes that reflected the stars in the sky, tilted his head and kissed her fingers just like what she had done to him just now, then his eyes moved down, and he stretched out his hand to open her skirt.Leaning down, he gently comforted her and asked softly in her ear, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold, it's very hot." Changsun Qimu let the white fox fur on Jingran's body wrap the two of them up, blocking out the breeze passing by outside, stretched out his hand to untie the belt of her inner garment, and also touched it. went in.

After all, the fiery emotion must be satisfied in such a gentle and delicate touch. Before the last moment, Jing Ran kissed Changsun Qimu's brows softly, and whispered to her ear: "I also Miss you." Then slowly pressed to a point:

"I love you."

For the next two days, the eldest grandson Qimu held Jingran in his arms and talked in a low voice. Yun Ling also flew happily beside Qingluan's head and chattered non-stop, and Qingluan, whose head was dozens of times bigger than Qingluan, also It seems to be humming from time to time with great interest, as if talking with Yunling friendly.

Jing Ran was amused, and said with a smile: "These two seem to be good friends, have they known each other before?"

"You're right." The eldest grandson Qimu unconsciously drew circles with his fingers in front of Jing Ran, and slightly raised one eyebrow, "Qingluan was domesticated and raised by me. Yunling took it everywhere and went wild."

"No wonder." Jing Ran tilted his head, and said casually, "That stinky Yun Ling doesn't know what he's talking about, his eyes are already glowing green with excitement."

"They were discussing going to the hills outside to peck grapes for a while."

"...This stinky thing, I obviously don't eat it—" Jing Ran stopped abruptly after staring at Yun Ling and cursed, and suddenly turned his head to look at Changsun Qimu, "What did you say?"

Changsun Qimu tickled the corners of her mouth, and repeated it disapprovingly: "Say the two of them are going to the hills in the suburbs to wreak havoc."

Jing Ran seemed to think of something, his expression seemed to stagnate for a moment, and he said, "Can you understand what they are saying?"

"Naturally, the palm of the gods not only controls the spiritual veins, but also the beasts." Changsun Qimu looked at Jing Ran's face and suddenly chuckled.

It's no wonder that since the first meeting in this life, Yunling always likes to throw herself into this person's arms so many times before, throwing her head up and chirping, chirping, chirping, so she was talking to her? ? ?

It's no wonder that this person always listens with a subtly lowered gaze. In the past, she always felt that she loved that fat bird very much, but now... Jing Ran suddenly became a little messy.

Seeing her face becoming more and more condensed into a statue, Changsun Qimu suddenly laughed, patted her cheek lightly, and said softly: "You're back to your senses, if you stay like this again, Yunling will laugh at you again."

"How dare it laugh at me?!" Jing Ran frowned, then lowered her brows, pursed her lips and said, "Then Yunling, um... what do you usually say to you?"

The corners of Changsun Qimu's mouth turned into an indescribable arc, and he took the time to say, "Say everything you know, and talk endlessly."

"..."

"...I want to hear it too." Jing Ran looked at the teasing curve of her mouth, always felt that this prudence was deceiving again, so she spoke unwillingly.

The eldest grandson Qimu closed his phoenix eyes as if he was a little unhappy because of Jingran's careful thinking, and said coolly: "It said that before you left Qingyue for Ganqiu, you secretly drew my portrait. Put it in the dark compartment next to the bed."

Jing Ran's already complicated expression split in half.

"I also said that you wrote me two thick boxes of love words on the way back from Ganqiu, but you didn't give them to me."

The remaining half of Jing Ran's expression also cracked.

She quickly said: "No...not love words, but ordinary letters."

"Oh? What was written in the letter?"

"I wrote it..." Jing Ran opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I wrote that the weather today is very sunny and beautiful everywhere."

The eldest grandson Qimu was silent for a while, and said, "Let me sing you a love song."

"???" Jing Ran couldn't believe it: "What did you say?"

"Let me sing you a love song." The eldest grandson Qimu didn't change his face.

Although Jing Ran felt inexplicable, she was still inexplicably happy, "Okay."

"Then what did you write in your letter?"

"..."

"Want to listen to love songs?"

"think……"

"What did you write?"

"...a love story."

Jing Ran was finally defeated, Changsun Qimu raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and ordered: "Leave it to me when you go back."

"..."

Regardless of whether Jingran agreed or not, after Changsun Qimu shaved her cheeks, his prudish expression instantly disappeared, and he whispered softly in her ear: "I'm going to sing, listen carefully."

Jing Ran subconsciously wanted to sit up straight, but was patted by the eldest grandson Qimu, signaling her to relax, and the soft and soft foreign singing voice rang in her ears.

Jing Ran stopped her movements immediately, and leaned against the eldest grandson Qimu's arms, motionless.

She sang in a different, foreign language that Jing Ran had never heard before.

Her low voice contains tenderness and warmth, and every word and every word reflects the light of the sun and the moon.

She clasped her hands lightly in front of Jing Ran's body and beat time, every word was like an oath.

Even Yun Ling, who had been chattering next to Qingluan's ear, suddenly turned his head, and then charged straight over like a cannonball.

For the first time, Changsun Qimu didn't reach out to pick it up, but still gently held Jingran in his arms, and sang softly in her ear, expressing his deep love.

Jing Ran suddenly closed her eyes, and waited quietly for the singing to stop before suddenly turning around, pressing her eldest grandson Qimu's forehead and saying in a hoarse voice, "Why are you so good?"

"So you're crying with joy?" Changsun Qimu wiped her cheeks with his fingertips, stood up suddenly while holding the person in his arms, lowered his head and curled his mouth and said, "I have something to make you happier."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Ran felt that Qingluan began to descend, and she tilted her head. In the bright night, the Qingyue Imperial Palace became more and more conspicuous, and after that, the noble houses of various prefectures in the capital were gradually revealed. Then, the familiar and tranced Deqin Prince's Mansion is close in front of us.

The eldest grandson Qimu floated up from Qingluan's back like a breeze, holding the person in his arms, and then landed steadily on the cornice of a beast.

Only then did Jing Ran see clearly that the entire Deqin Prince's Mansion, including the Ninth Princess's Mansion, which was just a wall away from Qingye Pavilion, was brightly lit and bustling at this moment when everything should be quiet at bedtime.

And on the thousands of fiery red lanterns that illuminated the bustling scene of the two prefectures, a word was pasted in unison:

hello.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I thought I could get married smoothly in this chapter, but in the end it dragged on to the next chapter emmm