no one knows better than me

Seeing that she was having a seizure again, Zhu Heng couldn't help rolling his eyes at the side, fixed Duan Bin's face without raising his head, and asked, "Where are you going now? Returning to the old dream tide or—?"

"It's inconvenient to take him back to Dream Tide suddenly, let's go to Panpan. But I have to send those ginseng people back to settle down first."

Zhuang Qingliu seemed to have something else to think about. After thinking about it, he raised his hand and scratched Mei Hualan's chin: "Are you with me?"

Mei Hualan looked at her: "Naturally."

Zhuang Qingliu then laughed, and asked Zhuheng to take Duan Bin back to the Feidao of Mei's Immortal Mansion for treatment, and then he and Mei Hualan took Lingseng back to the old dream tide.

When the two of them ran back and forth and returned to the Meijiaxian Mansion, Zhu Heng had already finished his work, and was sitting under the eaves of the corridor, without asking, he took the plum blossom panna cotta made for Zhuang Qingliu by Meihualan on weekdays.

From the corner of her eye, Mei Hua glanced at the thick snow that had been lifted under the plum tree in the courtyard.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't care too much, and after he drifted down, he brushed off the snow from his body and asked, "How's it going?"

"It's okay. The mood is very stable. I even ate a big bowl of rice and fell asleep now." Zhu Heng finished the petal panna cotta in two or three bites, looked at Zhuang Qingliu thoughtfully and said, "But there is a little bit It's a strange thing—this little brat is supposed to have no celestial relationship or any bloodline inheritance, but he not only has inexplicably clever talent, but also very high."

Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows suddenly, the words "very high" that came out of Zhu Heng's mouth were naturally not just a little bit.She asked: "In terms of talent in cultivation?"

"What else could it be?" Zhu Heng gave her a white look, threw the empty bowl in his hand aside, and seemed ready to turn around and dig another bowl out of the snow to eat.

This time, before Meihualan could do anything, Zhuang Qingliu flicked a stinky fish candy ball into her mouth, saying: "Lan Lan, you should stop in moderation, just give you a bowl, that's mine." !"

Zhu Heng leaned over: "—vomit, vomit!!"

Zhuang Qingliu raised an eyebrow at her, opened the door and entered the room.At this time, Duan Bin's face was wrapped in white bandages, and he lay silently on the bed in the left wing, but he did not fall asleep as Zhu Heng said.His eyes were open, the darkness was like a bottomless abyss, but there was nothing left.

It seems that for him, living this life has no special meaning, just to suffer a crime.

Zhuang Qingliu stopped at the door and quietly looked at the person on the bed, but did not make a sound.But Duan Bin rolled his eyes little by little, then turned his head, looked up at Zhuang Qingliu's face rightly, and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

After thinking about it for a while, Zhuang Qingliu put his feet up, stood by the bed and bowed his head, and said simply: "I am not a human being, my surname is Zhuang, and I live in a place called Gumengchao. I heard about it. And you, when I first came here from Gumengchao 20 years ago, I picked it up on the side of the road, because I couldn’t find your biological parents, so I found a childless family for you to entrust , that family's surname is Duan."

Duan Bin's dark eyes began to surge, and all the images of these years and all the puzzles he had had were finally strung together, and finally suddenly condensed into a sadness born from the bottom of his heart.He closed his eyes deeply, and trembled all over his body: "Because of the ominous red ginseng lines on my face, it's because of this...so I'm an abandoned baby, right?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned over, put his hand on his shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "Look into my eyes."

Her voice was slow and soft, with an indescribable comfort and tolerance. Duan Bin opened his eyes at a loss, and listened to the human voice above his head: "It's not ominous, at most it's because the growth is too conspicuous, it's not good-looking That's all. It doesn't matter if you are an abandoned baby, it's the fault of the person who gave birth to you, not your fault."

Duan Bin opened his mouth dumbly: "But I...I killed...I..."

Zhuang Qingliu bent down halfway this time, looked seriously into his eyes and said, "That's because I didn't protect you well, and I didn't protect them well. If she died in vain, I will avenge her. But don't worry, you have to wait .”

Duan Bin murmured: "But I don't even know who killed her, can I take revenge... can I?"

Mei Hualan, who had always been silent by the window, glanced over at this moment, and felt that the "she" they were talking about at this moment was not Duan Bin's mother who was burned to death.

But Zhuang Qingliu said to him in extremely concise words: "If I can say it, I can do it."

Duan Bin's lacklustre, scattered gaze finally focused bit by bit, and fell silently on Zhuang Qingliu's face.Zhuang Qingliu didn't say anything, just took out something from his sleeve, put it beside his pillow, then turned and went out.

The light and shadow in the room flowed shallowly with the opening and closing of the wooden door. After a long time, Duan Bin lay on the pillow and turned his head gently - it was a silver mask.

As the night slowly fell, Zhuang Qingliu's small lanterns arranged on the entire flying island and under the corridors gradually lit up, flashing all kinds of gaudy things.Mei Hualan picked up the bubbling water on the small stove, turned to the rattan table to make a pot of tea, and suddenly asked Zhuang Qingliu: "You said Duan Bin is yours today, so am I yours?"

Zhuang Qingliu, who was sitting on the rattan chair under the porch watching the snow, turned his head and laughed immediately: "What do you think? Have I ever raised a little ghost more delicate than you in my life? ——Come here."

Mei Hualan lowered her head and gently closed the tea lid, letting the fragrance of the tea roil inside, fanning her eyelashes, turned and walked in front of Zhuang Qingliu.

Zhuang Qingliu hooked her a little bit and twirled her sleeve deftly, and after turning the plum blossom ring halfway, he hugged the person from behind and gestured twice, saying: "When you were young, you couldn't hold a sword because I taught you so. Where is the little sandalwood wooden sword I carved for you, is it still there?"

Mei Hualan drooped her eyes and thought for a while, then said, "It's gone. It's lost."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed, and slapped her on the forehead: "Prodigal son. That's so expensive!"

The two of them were talking, and the gesticulating posture became a bit like a hug. Like when she was a child, every time Zhuang Qingliu was in a bad mood, she would hug Mei Panpan limply in her arms, with her head drooping on her. On the shoulder, such a warm and soft one.

But after all, the little ghost has grown up. After Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, his fingertips flashed, he squeezed out a small sword with long fingers, and gestured with her from behind: "You haven't practiced swords well recently, young master." teach you."

The corners of Mei Hualan's mouth twitched lightly, she took it in her hand, pinched it with two fingers, and learned Zhuang Qingliu's moves, swiping left and right: "Is it like this, this, and this?"

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu turned his head to look at her cute appearance, a little tenderness flashed in his eyes, he also took out a small sword in his hand, and started to fight with Mei Panpan.

The two played with the thumb sword for a while, Zhuang Qingliu said: "Just learn the technique, how about the footwork?"

Mei Hualan slightly raised her eyebrows at her.

Zhuang Qingliu then stretched out his left hand, flipped his two fingers down, flexibly replacing his legs like this and that.Mei Hualan followed her example at first, but the strength of her two fingers was not the same as that of her legs, and she was a little bit lost, so her legs followed her hands and gradually began to fight.

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth hooked into a smile, his legs opened and closed calmly, and he also made trouble with her.However, Mei Hualan suddenly became unstable after a sweep, turned over abruptly and pinned the person under her body.

The lights under the night corridor stretched and drifted away, and Zhuang Qingliu's fair face illuminated by the candlelight was dyed with a layer of warmth.Mei Hualan propped her hands on the edge of the wicker chair and suddenly stopped, lowering her head slightly, her thick eyelashes drooping silently, trembling slightly.

Zhuang Qingliu calmly half-lyed on the rattan chair and blinked, looking at the sweet white porcelain face of the person close at hand.A person like her who wanted to touch everything from itchy hands to petting flowers, grass and animals, naturally wanted to touch such a side face.

But plum blossoms are not flowers and plants, but people, so it's not easy to be casual.

After waiting for a while, she flicked her finger and said to the little ghost, "What's the matter? You still want to keep me trapped like this, don't let me go?"

Meihualan waited here, her heart beating wildly without warning.The shimmering light in his eyes began to surge, and the hand on Zhuang Qingliu's side tightened slightly, and the movement of lowering his head almost imperceptibly contained some kind of emotion that was about to come out.

But at this moment, Zhu Heng's voice suddenly came in: "What are you doing?"

Mei Hualan breathed a sigh of relief, then got up and let go, and turned to the rattan table in an instant as if she couldn't bear it.Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows calmly and naturally, and swished two small swords at Zhuheng: "What are you doing? Have you buried my fragrant panna cotta?"

Zhu Heng tilted his head and raised his finger, flicked her messy little sword aside for no reason, and sat down on the wicker chair.The rich tea fragrance in the purple sand pot has been scattered and wafted out, just enough to pour three cups.

The scene just now was still jumping in front of his eyes, Zhu Heng didn't ignore this strange feeling, casually played with the cup in his hand, frowned and glanced at Mei Hualan's face.

Mei Hualan didn't show anything on her face, she lowered her head without showing any expression after drinking her tea, and then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Zhu Heng looked away from her straight back, and slowly turned to Zhuang Qingliu's face.

Mei Hualan is a very quiet person, she has been like this since she was a child, Zhu Heng has not had much contact with her these years, but Zhuang Qingliu is different, her happiness and unhappiness are usually displayed on her face, and her emotions are not restrained ——Zhu Heng knew her very well.

So for Zhuang Qingliu, maybe she hasn't realized it yet, or maybe she already knew it - in short, she is not unusual for Meihualan.

Over the years, although the relationship has gradually changed subtly, but in terms of special treatment, it has always been unusual.

But no matter which one it is, it's not very good.

Zhu Heng's frowning eyes were almost indiscernible, and he leaned on the wicker chair and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the virtuous Mei Panpan brought out a tray from the kitchen.Zhuang Qingliu, who held his chin to tease the bird, immediately poked his head to look. It was a hearty three dishes, one soup and two bowls of fragrant rice.

She found out a little bit that this little ghost would give her delicious food when he was in a good mood, and deal with it visibly to the naked eye when he was not happy. Sometimes Zhuang Qingliu provoked her, and he would deliberately bring up a handful of grass .

Yes, during this period of time, Zhuang Qingliu has lived such a life.The little girl surnamed Mei called Panpan grew up and treated her like this.It's a pity that she herself is not good at cooking, and there is no room for resistance.

Zhu Heng, who had no food to eat, rolled his eyes aside, Zhuang Qingliu laughed lowly, and didn't mean to let her, he and Mei Hualan sat across the table and ate happily.

Zhu Heng lifted his eyelids, and a cluster of fire appeared on his fingertips, which were flattened and rounded by her like mud, and then flicked from left to right, and right to left. After listening to the meal time like this, Finally said: "I have something very important to tell you."

Zhuang Qingliu, who hadn't had enough delicious mushroom chicken soup, turned her head and put down the bowl reluctantly: "What's the matter?"

Zhu Heng said in a low voice: "A few days ago, I found something in Gumengchao."

Zhuang Qingliu: "Shut up if you want to say it, thank you."

"..." Zhu Heng turned his head and glanced at her, split the fire in his hand into two, and squeezed it into the shape of two fire figures, with his left and right fingers pointing at each other, they came together strangely, and made With a kissy look, it seems hard to say, "A few days ago, I saw them with my own eyes—like this."

"??" Zhuang Qingliu jumped up from the recliner in an instant, "They? Who?? Who are you talking about???"

The expression on Zhu Heng's face was also very indescribable, he pinched his fingertips and retracted his fire: "Who are you talking about? Who else."

Mei Hualan, who was packing up the dishes, suddenly twitched slightly between her eyebrows. Although she felt that Zhu Heng had deliberately picked this timing, she obviously wouldn't make up such things.So after reacting in a mess in his heart for a while, he pretended to tilt his head naturally - seeing Zhuang Qingliu frowned.

In the night, the cold wind swirls and suddenly blows, and the heat in Mei Hualan's heart seems to be blown away in an instant, sobering up a little bit. After pausing with her hands on the side of the bowl, she closed her eyelashes, picked up the tray and went back to the kitchen.

Zhuang Qingliu may have been in shock on the chair for a long time before he asked in amazement, "Are you crazy? Am I crazy? What's going on here? Isn't she with that lamp-burning veteran—?"

"Really? Right?" It seemed too unbearable, Zhuang Qingliu choked up and turned to Zhuheng, raised her hand and gestured for approval, "She didn't do this and that with that lamp-burning old man all day... You give me some fun Composer?"

"Then how do I know?" Zhu Heng seemed to feel that she was a little annoyed and pointed in the direction of Chang Gung Immortal Mansion, "Master has been in closed doors for the past few years, have you seen the old Taoist of Chang Gung Immortal Mansion send her letters and songs?" ?”

"That's it, that's better." Seeming to have received some great comfort, Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned from being shocked to curiously dragging a chair and leaning forward in front of Zhuheng, asking, "How did you find out? How did you see it? What happened?"

Zhuheng pointed to the kitchen and the house: "Do you want to talk about it here?"

"Ah..." Zhuang Qingliu pulled her up immediately, "Let's go, I just happened to take a walk after dinner."

After the two quickly greeted the Meihualan in the kitchen, they both left the Mei family's Immortal Mansion.But it would be inconvenient to go back to Gumengchao, so I casually transferred it to the market in the town.

Zhu Heng's narration has always been simple and boring, and she was too rude and impatient to speak, so it didn't take long for Zhuang Qingliu to lose interest in her flat narration, and just accepted the fact of the incident and said gently: "Okay .I see. You shut up."

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly turned his head, and his interest turned to the water surface of the market—it was the Shangyuan Festival, and the entire moat of Meicheng was full of water lanterns, which were flowing down the river in undulating waves. All with good wishes and hopes.

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help seeing that shape from this shape, and seeing that color from this color, but Zhu Heng didn't find it interesting at all. He felt that he might as well go back to practice his sword earlier, so he only roughly scanned around: "What's the matter?" They are beautiful, and none of them belong to you."

Zhuang Qingliu: "Then put one on for me."

"..." Zhu Heng rolled his eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu squatted by the water's edge again and suddenly raised his hand, holding out a lotus-shaped palm flame, and then lightly touched the water surface with his fingertips, and it turned into a river lantern, slowly drifting down the water.

"Shall I thank myself for myself?"

A bigger white eye.

Zhuang Qingliu ignored this kind of emotionless person at all, watched her lantern go away in a good mood, and waved her hand lively: "Goodbye."

Zhu Heng folded his arms coolly at the side: "You are over 600 years old, why do you still do such ridiculous things all day long?"

"It's not really a reason, I just think it looks good, and I want a few."

Zhuang Qingliu casually fiddled with the waterside a few times, and said, "One is fine." After speaking, he got up, "Okay, okay, let's go."

The figures of the two quickly flashed under the fluttering willow branches and disappeared.Just then silently followed down the mountain, but now Mei Hualan, who was standing in the shadow of the night, heard these words, so after standing there for a while, he turned around and walked to the nearby pavement, and exchanged a piece of rosin jade with him for the last one. Lantern, let it go by the river and watch it drift down the water.

A day of turmoil and turmoil passed like this, but starting from that night, the uproar caused by the Dachuanhou clan during the day quickly swept through all the families of Xianmen.

Although this matter seemed to be Zhuang Qingliu's extreme arrogance, the tone of the hundred schools were all a little weird.

For example, after Lan Song heard about this incident, his heart was lifted immediately. In the middle of the night, he only had time to wear one shoe, so he hurried to see Sect Master Lan: "Mother, this matter, Mr. Zhuang Even if the Lord is wrong, there must be hidden secrets, you should not listen to Hou Shi's one-sided words and participate in the conquest of her..."

He pushed open the door with a bang, and before he could finish his sentence, he saw Sect Master Lan, who was dismantling Hou's urgent letter, folded the letter casually, threw it into the fire and burned it, then turned his head and warned Lan Song: "Young Master! Nonsense, what is wrong with Young Master Zhuang?"

Lan Song was stunned for a moment, and the last half of the sentence was turned into a sentence: "... huh?"

Sect Master Lan sighed, looking at him with the meaning of "that's it, let's do it", and said: "It's very simple, although the Hou family is a school that is good at hunting. But a person raised because he likes it Can a dog be the same as a wild dog outside? Beating a dog depends on the owner, not to mention robbing. Zhuang Qingliu went to ask for his own person back, and it is reasonable and reasonable not to pursue it extra, so there is nothing wrong with it."

Lan Song was completely shocked by the subtlety in her mother's eyes and what she said. Although she seemed to understand a little bit, she still nodded suddenly: "Ah."

Sect Master Lan was so angry that his stomach hurt because of his rotten wood, he waved his hands and finally said: "Some things in this world are like this, and a few words of explanation can completely reverse a meaning, it all depends on the needs of the situation. Alright, get out of here Go back to sleep."

Relieved, Lan Song quickly dragged another shoe and ran back under the quilt, using the small one to push the big one.The Lan family's position is so, and the entire family of Xianmen is roughly the same.Therefore, no matter how much aggrieved and angry Hou Shi had, he could only take such a shriveled spark and then suppressed it, not attacking it for the time being.What's more, they didn't point the finger at Zhuang Qingliu originally.

All the reactions of these people are going down the established locks, and Zhuang Qingliu is not in a hurry, but after thinking about it back and forth, I don't know why the ginseng lines on Duan Bin's face surface at every turn—then The ginseng pattern was erased by her own hands 20 years ago and a few years ago. I still know what level she is.

In addition, the opportunity that came up suddenly because of Duan Bin's incident also appeared by coincidence.

After thinking about it again and again, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhuang Qingliu's mind, he lifted his foot through several barriers, picked up the magic disk guarded by the white-haired fox and began to look through it - the day Duan Bin was arrested a few days ago.Sure enough, Zhuang Huang also left the island.

Why on earth would she sneak out of the island every now and then.

What the hell is she doing.

After drooping her eyelashes for a while as usual, Zhuang Qingliu still silently burned these few recording papers, but before the ashes fell, a flash flashed in front of her eyes, and she suddenly appeared in front of Mei Hualan.The most important thing is that at this time, Mei Hualan's face was blushing, her breath was disordered, and she was very strange, she was bending over tightly with her sword and supporting herself on the ground.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly took two steps forward, reaching out to ask her: "Why do you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the person whose breath was hot all over her body bumped forward suddenly, and stretched out her arms to hug her tightly as if she couldn't bear it anymore.

The author has something to say: Hahaha Although Chapter 111 is such a thick chapter for a bachelor, I still wish everyone a simple and happy day today :-)