Miss Qingan every year

Yangzhou is warm in spring, misty and rainy, the willows are spinning, the Qionghua is just blooming, the jade is light, and the flying Qiong is muddy.

On the other side of Qionghua on the other side, there is a teahouse called "Helou". On the second floor near the window, a young man in Tsing Yi is sitting. Qionghua on the other side couldn't help smiling, and finally, he put down the glass of wine, then picked up the golden thread fan on the table, shook it lightly, and then shook it slowly.

It's just that the man was enjoying the scenery, but he didn't know what he saw, so he suddenly suppressed his smile, then hurriedly took a jug of wine from the table, and hurried down the wooden ladder.

Unfortunately, before he had time to step out of the teahouse, he saw those two familiar faces.

When he wanted to sneak away before the two of them noticed, the Xingjun suddenly called out to him: "Song Qiuyao!" Finally, he walked forward with a frown and grabbed his sleeve, "You Come here, why don't you talk to me? Do you know how uncomfortable I have been in the past few days when I looked for you?" He said at the end, after all, he couldn't hide the slightest sense of grievance in his words.

Song Qiuyao heard the words, and then looked around, but saw that the tea customers all around were looking at him, and the waiter who was about to serve food also raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, Song Qiuyao blushed, and then stepped on it: "I just want to enjoy the scenery! What do you care about me? Go back!"

"You told me to get lost?" Xing Jun narrowed his eyes.This idiot, came to Yangzhou to say that he was enjoying the scenery?Heh, even if you really want to enjoy the scenery, why do you still avoid him?

Song Qiuyao stared at him, and when he was about to return to him, Qing An bowed to Song Qiuyao and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, Rong Qing'an, why don't we find a quiet place to chat first? "

"Okay." Song Qiuyao was embarrassed by those people, and now he can't wait to leave.

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Accompanied by the fragrance of hundreds of flowers, bursts of spring breeze blow, stepping through the fallen flowers all over the ground, passing through the greenery on the bank, and finally arriving at the pavilion where you rest your feet.The pavilion is set in the lotus pond, and the bridge is made of stones in the water. However, the lotus has not bloomed yet, and I have not been lucky enough to see the lotus blooming. Only the green leaves floating on the water can be seen, and the spring breeze passes by, and the green leaves are light.

Qing An sat between the two of them. At this time, he didn't care about Xingjun's face, he just pulled Song Qiuyao to whisper, but after a while, Song Qiuyao apologized to Xingjun with a dark face, and said that he would be with him Back to heaven.

Xing Jun was surprised, and only asked Qing An: "What did you tell him? He..." How could he be so obedient!The second half of the sentence couldn't help but be hidden in his heart, because he felt that the man was staring at him.

"I told him that if you go back, King Xing will definitely reward you with the wine for the rest of your life, and the wine must be brewed by King Xing himself." Qing An smiled slyly.

"... so easy?"

"Ah."

"However... the wine in this life must be brewed by me... I..." Thinking of this, Xing Jun couldn't help but feel a headache.How could he make any wine, he was afraid that Song Qiuyao would come over and beat him as soon as he took a sip.

"What about you? He actually likes you too. Otherwise, how could it be so easy?" Qing An whispered in his ear, that's all, she raised her hand and patted his shoulder, smiling at him, "Xing Jun's matter is over, but... I have something to ask Xing Jun to help."

"What's the matter?" Why isn't this nerd in a daze now?Xingjun thought silently in his heart, but dared not speak out.

"Can you find it for me, my disciple Le Wan?" Qing An lowered her eyes, even her hands under her sleeves tightened slightly, her tone seemed a little nervous, "I will go with you, but I wonder if King Xing is willing to agree?"

It turns out that in the end, this person is after all for his monster apprentice... Oh?Don't you want that talisman book after all?

Xing Jun glanced at him, and suddenly asked: "Where is Fu Zishu?"

"..." Qing An was stunned for a moment.

Zishu... Just thinking of that person, Qing An felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and his downcast eyes were full of sadness.

Seeing that he was silent, Xingjun realized that he had just said the wrong thing. He felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, and no matter how he spoke, he didn't feel it was right... Finally, he turned his gaze to Song Qiuyao and saw him Sitting by the side, shaking the golden hazel fan, while holding the pot of wine, smiling lightly, that look of not taking himself seriously, really makes people feel annoyed.

Several people were silent for a long time, finally Song Qiuyao stood up first, then walked in front of Qing An, smiled at him and said: "He just likes to talk nonsense, Mr. Qing, don't take it to heart." Fan, fanned the wind towards Qing An's face.

"Nothing." Qing An heard the words, came back to his senses, only nodded and smiled.

Xingjun raised his sleeves and gave a fake cough, "Stay... no, Qingan, I naturally agreed to what you asked me just now. But, if even Si Fanjing can't find him, I'm afraid he's gone It's all over."

"Oh..." Qing An tilted his head and looked at Xing Jun, only nodded in a daze.

It seems to be right, the Sifan mirror can only see mortals in the world, and the demon world and the heavenly world can't reflect their figures.So... Could the wolf have already left the human world and returned to the demon world?

Qing An's expression changed, and he hurriedly bid farewell to Xing Jun and Qiu Yao. Before the two returned their bows to bid farewell, he had already left on the flying clouds, leaving wisps of breeze behind.

"Didn't that idiot ask me and him to find that monster? Why did he just leave..." Xing Jun stared at the figure in the blue shirt several times.

Song Qiuyao heard the words, and then smiled lightly, and then heard a soft "pop", the golden thread fan between his fingers was already closed, and then raised his hand to hit Xingjun on the head, which almost made the fairy jump up in fright .

At the end, Xingjun's face darkened, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and cast a fierce glance at Song Qiuyao, then took a few steps forward, and suddenly pulled him into his arms, his lips lightly touched his forehead, On the eyes, on the lips... Those hands were not idle, they caressed Song Qiuyao carelessly through the clothes, which only made him tremble and struggle hard.

Xingjun bit his lower lip hard, and then let him go, "Would you dare to do this next time?" As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips lightly lifted the man's chin, narrowing his eyes. Take a closer look at his appearance.

"How dare you?" Song Qiuyao turned his hand back, and the handle of the fan knocked on Xing Jun's hand, and it immediately turned red.

Xingjun was even more upset when he heard the words, and then he stopped talking, just hugged Song Qiuyao horizontally, and then took him back to the heaven.