no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu leaned on the head of the bed, watching Mei Hualan turn out from behind the screen, and didn't speak until she came to the bed and stopped.

Mei Hualan made eye contact with her, and froze in place for a moment.

Immediately after getting up from the outside, Mei Huazhou, who was somewhat inconvenient to come in, said at the corner of the screen: "Senior Zhuang, Hualan is..."

"Hmm." Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Qingliu spoke out, and at the same time reached out and pinched Mei Hualan's face, raising his eyebrows as if no one else was there, and asked, "Are my words deaf to my ears?"

Mei Hualan's aura floating in the air fell back instantly, and after a moment of silence, she said, "You didn't whisper it in my ear."

Zhuang Qingliu: "...what?"

Mei Huazhou, who was looking at the silhouettes of the two people behind the screen, couldn't say anything at this moment: "Senior Zhuang, lie down and have a good rest first, I'll take Hualan out for a while."

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from Mei Hualan's face, and moved to the screen: "What are you going to say?"

Mei Huazhou didn't answer immediately this time, but Zhuang Qingliu knew what he would do with her eyes closed, so she lifted the quilt without saying anything, and got out of bed directly.

Mei Hualan immediately reached out her hand, but didn't know where to hold her down: "Where are you going?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't answer right away, and didn't put on the folded clothes of the plum blossom rail beside the bed. Instead, he casually pulled his scorched and blood-stained old clothes and put them on, and randomly strangled two circle marks on his hands. , said: "Who can be caught in that trap, I know her better than you, don't court death."

Mei Huazhou: "...?"

It wasn't until he quickly went out to the entrance of the front mountain barrier that Mei Huazhou suddenly saw a fairy ship of Gumengchao floating high in the sky from a distance. A group of Mengchao's disciples stranded to study, there are as many as several hundred people.

At this time, Zhuang Qingliu said in a flat tone: "Let Mei Pan speak. Just say so."

Mei Huazhou understood in an instant, and then tactfully said: "Hua Lan wouldn't talk like that. Or roughly change it to—"

Zhuang Qingliu... Immediately pressed her forehead: "I have a headache."

Plum Blossom Day: "..."

Mei Hualan walked beside her and stretched out her hand: "Understood. I will tell."

The huge fairy ship slowly descended, and all the people gathered at the gate of the Meijia Xianfu Mountain became quiet all of a sudden—it turned out that Mei Hualan plundered people in order to threaten to exchange these disciples. Press down a little bit.

Yu Chenyue, who was on the sidelines, glanced around with his hands behind his back, and taunted Mei Hualan in a neutral tone: "Your Mei family really sees the overall situation in their actions."

The disciples on the surrounding fairy boats jumped off one after another, running around and shouting together: "Father, mother, uncle, master—!"

"metropolitan!"

Mei Huazhou nodded to the two disciples who came back from her home, and responded to Yu Chenyue neither humble nor overbearing: "Mei's vision is narrow, and he doesn't know what the big picture is. He only knows about our Mei family, and no one will be fine. As for the destruction of the secret realm Enmity is relatively small, whether you can get revenge or not depends on God's will."

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Yu Chenyue's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "Sect Master Mei is such a high-sounding person, he is really good at pretending."

Mei Huazhou said indifferently: "To each other."

Yu Chenyue gave a soft laugh in his nasal cavity, ignored him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, causing the attendants behind him to pick up a child who was tied up all over and whose eyes were emitting a strange green light.

The curly hair on this child's head is very special, not like hair strands, but like a kind of paradoxically sprouting vines, it's hard to tell the age, at least ten years old.

"Fei Min, come on, look up and let Young Master Zhuang see you."

Everyone's eyes turned around immediately, and they gathered in this center at once. Seeing Yu Chenyue with his hands behind his back, he turned his head leisurely at Zhuang Qingliu and said, "Young Master Zhuang, there is still a member of your clan who has not been rescued. Since Young Master Zhuang is benevolent and will If I send back my disciples from the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect, Yu will be generous once, how about giving him to you?"

Zhu Heng's face turned cold in an instant, and he raised his bow and was about to shoot at the child named "Fei Min".

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly smiled, hooked Zhuheng's bow casually, and turned his head slightly out of the corner of his eyes to glance: "It's just a demon descendant, you dare to call me a clan member. You don't need to get your hands dirty."

The corners of Yu Chenyue's mouth twitched: "Oh? Isn't Young Master Zhuang righteous? Back then in Dachuan, the Hou family said that half of the Lingshen people are your clansmen, and now the eight scriptures are written by the climbing vines and human races of your old Mengchao." The son of birth is just a mere demon descendant?"

"Whether it's a clan member or not is up to the young master." Zhuang Qingliu casually held the white-haired cloak and turned his head, "Is it up to you to explain? Then, doesn't Sect Master Yu always release these non-human clans? In fishing and hunting, you can proceed as usual and stab him to death with a sword, it's up to you." After finishing speaking, he left.

There was silence behind him, and there were no more voices or sounds of swords being drawn.After Zhuang Qingliu disappeared as expected, he returned to Meihualan's courtyard the next moment.

Zhu Heng's figure holding the bow tightly also stepped out behind her silently, and said in a deep voice, "What else do you want?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't speak, just leaned on the bed casually, and Mei Sigui, who was under supervision earlier, flew over like lightning, and raised his head beside him: "Chirp, tweet, tweet." It seemed to be asking why it hurt?

"I wasn't beaten. No one hit me." Zhuang Qingliu smiled softly, hugged it into her arms, raised her hand and pointed to the sky, "Except for that thing chasing me all day long. No one can Hit me."

"——Chirp." Mei Sigui's voice was still low and soft, as if it would hurt Zhuang Qingliu to rub her head wherever she went, so she gently and aggrievedly touched her face with her small head, with two small wings hugging her neck from both sides .

Zhuang Qingliu had horrible mottled wounds all over his body, but his face was well protected.

It can be seen that I really care.

Zhu Heng stood beside him for a long while, before his voice finally cooled down: "What do you mean? You have caused such a thing here again, and you have caused this kind of situation for her. Now it is out of control. Just treat me Not a word?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't respond, she lowered her head and trimmed Limei Sigui's feathers.

Zhu Heng: "Speak!"

Zhuang Qingliu's fingers covered with bruises and cracks paused, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to say, you're never finished."

Zhu Heng's voice suddenly raised: "Do you know what time it is?! You told me you don't want to talk?!"

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes slightly raised: "What about you, there are so many spirit beasts of Gu Mengchao, and they were hunted and stolen. You have only been in charge of this matter for so many years, so what? What can you say to me?"

Zhu Heng's throat seemed to be smashed suddenly, she clenched her hands and said in a low voice: "This matter was my negligence. I was careless." She paused every word in a deep voice, "But for so many years, I Everything will be punished because of you, and before you do everything willfully and recklessly, have you thought about me? Have you discussed it with me?"

The atmosphere seemed to fall silently, and something was slowly and invisible fermenting in the dark.

After a moment of silence, a voice sounded flatly: "Why should I discuss it with you?"

Zhuheng suddenly raised his eyes: "What did you say?"

"Aren't you my entourage?" Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyes calmly, and his eyes fell on her face without any deviation, "I am the young master, why do you ask me about my affairs, and why should I follow her?" You discuss."

Zhu Heng's face showed an unprecedented expression, and he squinted deeply and asked, "Who do you want to be the young master?"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her, and said in a dull voice, "Why, didn't you want to admit it yourself?"

Zhu Heng's expression turned cold suddenly, his face was as frosty as frost, and the hands tightly clenched on the arched back turned blue: "I knew it. You will say such things one day."

Mei Sigui's hair suddenly exploded, and she turned around and yelled at her: "Tweet, chirp, chirp, chirp——!"

"Really." Zhuang Qingliu leaned against the head of the bed, reached out to push it back, smoothed Mei Sigui's feathers and asked casually, "What else do you know?"

Zhu Heng's eyes fell on her face, and he said word by word: "I also know that you are the young master of Gu Mengchao. Can I invite you back now?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't lift her drooping eyelashes: "Don't bother me, go out."

Zhuheng repeated: "Are you really not going back?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "Get out."

Zhuheng stood silently on the spot for a long time, and finally turned his head in a hoarse voice: "You'd better not force me to take action again." As he said that, his figure disappeared into the spot silently and indistinctly.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes didn't move a bit, but after Mei Sigui looked into her eyes, he suddenly poked his head out and pecked, and rolled himself into the quilt, revealing his chubby belly, and said cutely to Zhuang Qingliu: "Chirp, chirp." .”

Zhuang Qingliu, who hadn't moved for a long time, looked at it for a while, then smiled and leaned over, kissed it on the small head, then rubbed it three times and then fell asleep.

Until then, Mei Hualan, who had been standing outside by the screen for a long time, moved slightly, approached the head of the bed and squatted beside her, looking up into Zhuang Qingliu's eyes: "Why are you talking to her like that?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned against the head of the bed, with her hands hanging casually on both sides, she closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to talk right now. Can you not ask me?"

Mei Hualan had never seen her like this before. After a slight movement of her hand, she stood up and nodded in response: "Yes."

There was a short light rain at noon, but it stopped in half an hour. In the afternoon, the clouds cleared and the sky cleared, and a large fire cloud ignited in the west.Until nightfall, the sky quickly darkened.

Mei Hualan, who was forced to go out to deal with it for a long time, rubbed the center of her eyebrows tiredly, and quickly turned back from the outside, only to find that the person who was supposed to be sleeping with Mei Si on the bed appeared outside the house at this moment

Zhuang Qingliu was alone in the empty yard playing with the flagon, the moonlight was deserted, making her side face look extraordinarily blurred, a little swaying and unreal.

Mei Hualan stood there without moving, but the person who propped his head on the stone table said in a low voice, "I'm back."

"Ah."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on her face, and he said softly, "Come here."

Mei Hualan approached slowly and sat down, looked at the wine jug on the table, and then at the wine jug she was holding in her hand.Zhuang Qingliu didn't turn the cup over and poured it for her, but leaned her head on the stone table as if sleepy: "Do you know why Zhuheng is called this name?"

Mei Hualan's eyes lightly fell on her face, and she nodded.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head, buried her face in her arms and said, "Because I had no companions, no friends, and no one to talk to when I was young. I really wanted one. So I picked her up from the outside. Because she is my Picked it up, so the name will follow me—use my name to give her a surname, Zhuheng."

But it wasn't from her, it was from Zhuang Huang.

In fact, Zhuang Qingliu didn't like it very, very much. At that time, she knelt on the ground and said to Zhuang Huang seriously: "She should have her own name and surname. Why should she follow me?"

Zhuang Huang answered easily: "Because she is only your follower, so naturally she will follow you."

"From the beginning to the end, my master didn't care about her." Zhuang Qingliu put her fingertips on the table, holding the jug, "But since childhood, Zhuheng couldn't figure out why in Zhuang Huang's heart, I was so different from her Don't. She has always felt that she is not good enough, so she wants to prove it to Zhuang Huang."

Mei Hualan listened to her words in her heart, stretched out her hand gently, lifted Zhuang Qingliu's face, and put a soft handkerchief in front of the table where she was lying on her stomach.

"My master is a very uncompromising person. From a very young age, as long as I made a mistake, Zhuheng and I would be punished. Zhuheng has never said a word, but he has been chasing me desperately in his heart. What I know, she Be sure to practice, she will learn twice as much as I learn. Although she doesn't say it, but in her heart, she is always comparing me."

"This kind of relationship sometimes makes me not know how to get along with her at all. But whenever I ignore her, she will be sensitive and think too much. So over time, over the years, I occasionally like to stay alone In the house, she would hide and would not want to see her. She thought I would never be free, and I was tinkering with something that should be punished."

Zhuang Qingliu coughed twice, and turned his face to the back of his hand: "Mei Pan, do you know that when I was young, I also liked to learn the flute from your place, I liked villain painting, and I liked to bring the whole story dream tide I like to sing a chorus with many animals, and I like many things... But every time I secretly tinker with it, I will be punished. Zhu Heng will also be punished with me. Every time I ask her to get up and stop kneeling, she doesn’t listen. So Those things that I like very much, I didn’t learn them again, and I didn’t dare to touch them.”

"You know? Sometimes I feel that she is a tight rope that my master put on me."

And what Zhu Heng said to her most often was to keep silent: "What can I do."

Zhuang Qingliu buried his head deeply in his arms with such a voice in his ear: "I'm tired too."

The wine jug in her hand was overturned and rolled upside down on the table, but a little tear flowed down into her temples silently.

The emotions in Mei Hualan's heart overflowed like water, she hugged her gently from behind, and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry."

Zhuang Qingliu: "I didn't cry."

Mei Hualan: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingliu turned his head away and changed his words: "I only cried a little, not much."

Mei Hualan: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingliu: "I'm not because of her."

"Ah."

He changed his words again: "It's not just because of her."

"Ah."

Zhuang Qingliu said: "It's because, those old thunders beat me. I'm not happy, so I want to cry."

"……Um."

Mei Hualan finally stretched out her hand and gently hugged her back.

It's hard to say he's not drunk like this.

When Zhuang Qingliu woke up the next day, he stared at the ceiling for a long time, made a motion of twisting his head to the pillow like Mei Hualan was drunk, buried it for a while, got up, put on his clothes and went out.

All the mountains and forests in Meijiaxian Mansion have been replanted, and Mei Hualan got up early in the morning to look around a few places.

After Zhuang Qingliu melted into the dense and mottled branches and leaves, she suddenly held her hand silently and walked slowly in the plum forest.

Mei Hualan turned to look at her.

"What's the matter? Now that I've grown up and can hold hands, do you still want to hold fingers?" Zhuang Qingliu didn't turn her head, but gave her a pinky finger, and said with a chuckle, "That's for you."

Mei Hualan quietly looked at her curly eyelashes on the side for a while, stretched out her hand to copy them calmly, and held her warm palm again.

The two of them crossed the mountains and turned around the path, with a thin wind blowing beside them, but there were no flowers everywhere.Zhuang Qingliu turned left and right and raised his hand. After fiddled with the plum tree twice, he turned his eyes around in the distance and asked, "When will it snow?"

When she speaks in a very light tone, the word "ah" seems to be acting like a baby.

Mei Hualan suddenly laughed lowly: "Ask again."

Every year when it doesn't snow, I have to ask, but when it snows, I hide in the house and can't come out.

After blinking her eyes on her face, Mei Hualan raised her head and said, "Soon."

Zhuang Qingliu also laughed, turned her head and lowered her eyes, and saw that she hadn't taken the sword that she always carried with her in the past two days.It should be that the trap that split Yu Chenyue was destroyed when he was climbing the mountain.In fact, it was a very ordinary sword. She had thought about giving her a better one before, but that sword belonged to Qi Hu.The sword that Mei Huazhou has been using is Mei Zongci's.

The wind picked up.

Zhuang Qingliu wrapped her plush cloak tightly, looked up at the sky and said softly: "This winter, it's really cold."

Mei Hualan held her tighter with her hands.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell on the hands they were holding for a while, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Little devil, I'm going back."

The corners of Mei Hualan's mouth twitched, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just looked at her with her clear eyes without moving.

The injuries on her body, thunder disaster, identity, and many other things are waiting for her.

The blood that covered the mountains still hasn't dissipated, and it may take a heavy snow to bury it cleanly.

Zhuang Qingliu stood on the top of a tall tree, looked at it quietly for a long time, hugged Mei Si back and said, "I haven't seen this scene before."

Mays huddled in the collar of her cloak with only her head sticking out, without making a sound.

Zhuang Qingliu looked down, lowered his head and stroked softly: "You are really amazing... right?"

Mei Sigui hugged her neck: "Chirp."

Zhuang Qingliu looked down, and suddenly drew a circular emblem on its head, and the bird fell asleep immediately with blurred eyes.After several flybys, one person and one bird landed on Sigui Cliff.

Zhuang Qingliu kissed Mei Sigui's little head, and put it into Mei Hualan's arms: "I might not care about it, I'll leave it to you."

"En." Mei Hualan stretched out her hand without saying anything, hugged Mei Sigui and raised her eyes, "When it snows, I'll pick you up here."

Like this, when it snows.

Zhuang Qingliu, who had already left, turned a corner silently, and after Mei Hualan had left, he secretly buried wine under the Shibu Pavilion on the cliff.I thought that if we could really meet again when it snowed, we would have a drink together.

After doing this, she disappeared in an instant, and her figure appeared in Shangzi Pei's territory.Today is the day for Pei Huang to be buried.

As Pei Qi's only son, even if he died inexplicably, the funeral was held in a lively and grand manner. People in mourning clothes meandered from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, which was endless.Regardless of crying or not, the expression is heavy and sad.

It's a far cry from the death of a bird that no one cares about.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't take a second look, and silently passed over the sky, and at the moment of burialing, he flicked something into Pei Huang's bones.Immediately, a golden bird that touched the palm of his hand left.

The secret discussions and final preparations of the Xianmen Baijia are all as usual, so Mengchao is also the same, warm as spring, calm and calm.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't see Zhuheng, nor did he look for it on purpose. After returning, he has been sleeping in the big morning glory in the house, with a white fur fox curled up next to it.

A few days later, the golden bird, which had been flying around in mid-air, suddenly took a look to the southwest, and finally pulled Zhuang Qingliu's clothes and swayed.

After Zhuang Qingliu opened his eyes to have a look, his figure flitted out and followed behind it.

Following the smell of smelly fish candy balls, the golden bird flew all the way out of Gumengchao, crossed the turbulent sea, passed the cemetery of Shangzi Pei's cemetery in a circle, and then flew straight eastwards towards Changgeng Immortal. The boundary of Baling in the mansion finally stopped at the top of a cliff with green mountains and green waters.

Zhuang Qingliu looked away from the winding and turbulent water at the bottom of his feet, looked around, then reached out to take back the golden bird, touched it and said, "Thank you." Immediately, his figure flashed slightly, and he followed the vines on the cliff , disappeared in mid-air.

There are stretches of peach blossom forests, narrow and long caves, vast plains, huge and magnificent rose trees, sword mounds that draw long shadows like tombstones, and finally a desert full of bones.

Zhuang Qingliu finally landed silently behind a figure

This person is Zhuang Huang.