I am fickle

A few years ago, Qi An had some friendship with Emperor Yan, and they often ate wine and played chess with Emperor Yan.

One day, Emperor Yan was drunk, staring at her charming face and said: "You come to me every day, do you want to be my lady of Yan Jun, but I... can't marry a wife..."

Qi An covered his nose, the smell of alcohol in his mouth was really unpleasant, "I really want to find a husband, then I have to look for you in the underworld."

Emperor Yan touched his drowsy brain, and pointed to Bai Wuchang who had just come in: "You can go and look for him with him, I have a terrible headache, you guys back down."

Qi Ye cupped his hands and retreated, and Qian An followed behind him, smiling slightly: "When people are proud in the mortal world, they say they can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, so I wonder what you are doing when you are proud in the underworld?"

Qi Ye looked at her with a smile, "Why should you be addicted to passing by?"

Qi'an hooked his lips, snatched the mourning stick from his hand, and said, "It's not like you don't know about paper fans and golden drunks, but it's the beautiful flowers in Chang'an that attract so many people to scramble for them."

Qi Ye took a few steps forward, and said in thought: "There are also other flowers in the underworld, and they bloom very coquettishly, but I don't like them very much."

Qi An grabbed Qi Ye's sleeve and said with a smile: "You are also a good-looking son, I think you are very pleasing to the eye, how about I ask you to be my husband?"

A joke at that time unexpectedly became an obsession in the future.

Seeing that Qi Ye didn't answer, An reached out and touched the official hat on his head, and said with a smile: "You came too, isn't it for me, and I will fulfill your wish, just come. "

Qi Ye had never seen such a brazen woman, his ears turned red for a moment, and he didn't dare to continue looking into An Jing's bright eyes.Qi An was very happy teasing him, moving her slender fingers over his pale face, "What's your name, your face is so white."

Qi Ye opened his mouth and stuck out his long tongue, "Xie Bi'an, do you like this look?"

Qi An took a step back in fright, swallowed, "I... I know, just take me to see the flowers of the other shore."

The other shore flowers bloom on Huangquan Road, like a bright red blood carpet.

All kinds of heads were flying around in the air along the way, and one of them was grabbing Qi An's leg with a bloody hand, and Qi An was so frightened that he hugged Qi Ye tightly beside him when he rarely saw such a situation.

"It's dishonest." He said with a smile, but the mourning stick in his hand was mercilessly swung on those hands, and then Qi An patted his heart to adjust his expression.

"Why are you all like this in the underworld, aren't you afraid?" Although she is a thousand-year-old fairy, she is still a daughter.

Qi Ye supported and installed a small boat. The boat owner was a headless corpse, and Qi An sat down next to Qi Ye with his eyes wide open.Only Qi Ye said slowly: "They are afraid of me, what am I afraid of them?"

"Then...then...what's going on...he...why didn't he reincarnate?" Qi'an pointed at the boatman tremblingly, his eyes full of horror.

"Wait for Yi not to return to others, Hou Yi will not come to the soul." Qi Ye's expression was a little heavy.

Qi An continued to stare at him, as if asking what he meant, but the boatman said instead: "Qi Ye, have you seen my wife these days?"

"She's doing well in Yangjian, don't you still plan to have a good pregnancy?"

The boatman said: "I want to wait for her, I want to be husband and wife again with her, how long has it been... how long... I also forgot when I died..."

The boatman muttered to himself, and with a sigh, he leaned on Qi Ye and closed his eyes and fell asleep.