no one knows better than me

In the shadows of the night, Zhuang Qingliu suddenly stretched out his hand in his sleep: "... Meipan!"

Mei Hualan who had just left the bed immediately turned around, turned back and put her hand in her palm, bowed her head and answered softly: "Yes, I'm here."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't wake up, her long eyelashes were still covering her eyelids, and they stopped trembling after being caught by someone, but murmured: "Don't cry, and don't go to the lake, it's cold, I don't gone."

Mei Hualan suddenly froze by the bed for a moment, her eyes fell on Zhuang Qingliu's face, and she answered in a low voice, "Okay, I see."

Immediately, he put his fingers to her mouth and hissed softly: "Don't talk, sleep for a while."

"... Oh." Zhuang Qingliu seemed relieved, and gradually loosened her tightly clenched hands, and fell into a dream again.

Mei Hualan picked up the soft and clean towel next to her, rubbed and dried her hair little by little, and after tidying up all the things on the floor, she leaned against the head of the bed, lowered her head, and stared at the sleeping face on the bed for a long time. Her black hair was scattered on the pillow.

She looked at Zhuang Qingliu by the bed for a long time before blowing out the candles, put away the lingering nightmare elixir and went to bed, gently wrapped him in her arms and bowed her head for a kiss: "Sleep well, I'm always here. "

This time, what answered her was the crisp sound of birdsong outside.

The sky brightened quickly, then dimmed silently, lighted up again, and darkened again. After several cycles, Zhuang Qingliu's eyelashes fluttered. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she found that she was lying on the plum blossom fence. arms.

And the person who half embraced her had been awake for an unknown amount of time, leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes lowered, wiping the chasing spirit and the floating lamp back and forth with a piece of soft cloth.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at her for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "How long have I been asleep?"

Mei Hualan quickly lowered her head and turned to her side, smoothing her hair with her hands: "It's not long, it's not yet dawn."

Zhuang Qingliu raised one hand and looked back and forth. The interlaced wounds on it had healed and disappeared. After a smile, she raised her eyes and looked around again. With just one glance, she knew in her heart that this was Zhu Heng's. A house, so there are flowers and beds.

Mei Hualan looked down at her with deep meaning in her eyes.

"Hahaha." Zhuang Qingliu buried the ring in her arms again, and said, "Who else is so narcissistic except her, this house is full of flamingo patterns in her own shape."

Mei Hualan looked up roughly, the head of the bed, the shadow of the window, the beams of the house, the pattern of the wall, it was indeed the case.

Zhuang Qingliu closed her eyes and leaned against her waist and asked, "When I fell asleep, did you secretly cry in my arms?"

Mei Hualan's eyelashes drooped, only hearing his voice but not his face: "...how could it be."

Zhuang Qingliu smiled in her arms for a long time, but the smile seemed to have touched a wound somewhere, and she raised her brows slightly, and asked, "What's the matter, am I disfigured?"

Mei Hualan didn't even think about it: "No."

Zhuang Qingliu rolled away from her arms a little, picked up Lingling to take a picture in the air, and touched half of his face with some distress: "If I knew it would be so expensive, I should have asked them to collect the money in advance."

Mei Hualan touched the red spot on the edge of her wound with her fingertips: "They can't afford it."

"..." Zhuang Qingliu blinked suddenly, looking at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes of the face in front of her, she couldn't help thinking, "Why is this man suddenly able to speak, it's terrible."

She suddenly rolled away from the tangy plum blossom fragrance, and asked, "Where are those people, how are they?"

Mei Hualan moved slightly sideways to the side of the bed, and made up for the point where she rolled away, put her arm around her and said calmly: "There will be no danger, don't worry about it."

Zhuang Qingliu lay flat and looked at the flamingo pattern on the top of his head: "It's not that I, the Bodhisattva, descended to control them, but I didn't want to be troubled, so I had to come forward to solve the problem."

Mei Hualan turned back with a somewhat flat tone, stretched out her hand to put her back in her arms, and lowered her head: "Yes, I know."

As soon as she rolled, she moved along, and then she rolled and moved again. Zhuang Qingliu raised the tails of her eyes and put her arms around Mei Hualan's waist. It's shameful to be running around all day about these messy things, but there's no way, some people just don't want us to have a good life."

Mei Hualan felt her touch lightly like a dragonfly on water, and then touched her face with her palm again: "Yeah."

Zhuang Qingliu seemed to be thinking about something again, and he tilted his face in her palm and stopped talking.

It seemed that it was still raining outside, and the rustling sound was very soft, the two hugged each other quietly, and after Mei Hualan stretched out her hand to comb Zhuang Qingliu's hair for a while, she couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking about? "

Zhuang Qingliu said in a low voice: "I was wondering who made the female ghost to maintain her ghost body for 40 years without dissipating."

Even with the blessing of resentment merit and various other reasons, there should still be artificial actions behind it.

So is it Yu Chenyue, or Zhuang Huang?

It was probably Zhuang Huang who was keeping her on purpose.

Mei Hualan moved Nozhuang Qingliu's face that had subconsciously rolled around again with the palm of her hand, avoiding her wound and asked, "Aren't you thinking of me?"

"..." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly looked up twice miraculously, then covered her face with joy and rolled over for a while, rolling out of the pillow along her arms.

Listening to this person Mei Hualan say such kind of frivolous love words, I really can't stand it.

Mei baa caught up with her again, bowed her head and said, "There are very few immortals who can live for thousands of years. Even if they are buried deep in the ground, their dead bones can still grow flowers. They rely on their strong will and cannot let go of the past, so I don’t want to be reincarnated as a human again. It’s okay if no one helps me.”

"Is there still such a situation?" As an ignorant flower essence, Zhuang Qingliu had never heard of such things.

But after thinking for a while, she asked by the way: "Then in the case of Mr. Pei, what did Mr. Fei think of using the human head as a sacrifice? Is there such a technique?"

Mei Hualan said this time: "There is no such thing."

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly said: "Then Gu Mengchao has never said this before, where did he hear it?" Could it be that Zhuang Huang is playing tricks?

Mei Hualan said calmly, "It's me."

"???" Zhuang Qingliu looked up at her suddenly, "What do you mean? You invented Dafa?"

Mei Hualan denied it, but simply said casually: "I revealed the method to him."

Zhuang Qingliu's gaze fell on her face, and he suddenly blinked and said, "You mean, you deliberately taught him a ritual that didn't exist?"

"Yeah." Mei Hualan nodded and said, "I only knew that he would come to you and that he wanted to do it, but I didn't know how he would do it. So I taught him a lesson, and then I knew."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

So I taught him a fake Dafa that didn't exist.It's really out of the sky.

Your boss is still your boss.

The more Zhuang Qingliu thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh hard, and he didn't know how many such things there were.Because of Mei Hualan, she basically doesn't say anything about what she has done, and most of the time she doesn't say anything because she thinks it is unnecessary to mention it, or she can solve it by herself.

Mei Panpan saw that she was silent again, so she gently rubbed the corner of Zhuang Qingliu's lips with her fingers: "Are you thinking of me this time?"

Zhuang Qingliu slowed down a little, and an indescribably ambiguous atmosphere quietly lingered in her heart - but in this state of sister Lin who might faint again in the next second, some facts are not good, I think I am willing to challenge.

Mei Hualan didn't say much, just leaned over and lowered her head, and kissed her gently on the center of her brow.

However, when she retracted her upper body posture, the lapels, which had always been neatly folded, suddenly... opened a little loosely by herself.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Mei Hualan also looked down by herself, and seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with it, so she let it hang around like this, and then lowered her head to kiss Zhuang Qingliu's chin.

On such a big night, this kind of appearance is really unbearable.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned his head, and propped his face with half of his hands, as if he had become a fanatical lover of flowers and plants, and began to study the flowers on the windowsill in the distance with his eyes, with a look of complete lack of time for others.

However, the completely innocent Sunflower couldn't restrain her nature, and she was turned away by her lover-like eyes on the spot.

"..."

Mei Hualan supported the pillow with one hand, touched the back of Zhuang Qingliu's head with the other, and suddenly put her head into her shoulder, and laughed softly.

"...Which family is this vixen who ran out, and you still have the nerve to laugh?" Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but turn his gaze back, touched the round and lovely dimples on both sides of her cheeks, and then leaned closer and kissed her back and forth twice.

Mei Hualan seemed to raise her eyes because she was satisfied: "You call me a vixen."

"So what, didn't you tell me?" Zhuang Qingliu's spreading kiss naturally fell to the end of her eyes again, "When you watched Pei Huang's death in the Pei Family Immortal Mansion, you clearly Knowing that the shadow flying over the cliff was me, but at the time he told me it was a vixen."

The expression in Mei Hualan's eyes darkened a little bit, and her eyelashes fell down, falling thinly and softly into Zhuang Qingliu's kiss.Her loose skirt was even more loosened, and she silently and naturally pulled Zhuang Qingliu's hand around her waist, while her own hand gently rubbed her back and forth.

"You really... made me think about it for a long time. I don't know how many years I have thought about it."

This kind of thing actually adds up to what happened in the dream, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but smile with her eyes closed, turned over slightly and kissed her deeply: "So you want me to pass out and be laughed at again?"

Mei Hualan's eyes were bent, and she softly said: "We don't have to do that." As he spoke, he approached silently, and put his forehead against her.

"...?" Just as Zhuang Qingliu realized something, a warm and thin stream of water quietly surrounded her, enveloping her whole body.Then the feeling of familiarity and a little bit of unfamiliarity suddenly turned up like a wave.

Zhuang Qingliu almost didn't slow down, and subconsciously clasped Mei Hualan's ten fingers tightly for a moment.

Mei Hualan immediately responded by kissing her deeply, and every time the waves of water hit her softly, she whispered in her ear: "...Zhuang Zhu."

"..." Zhuang Zhu was almost gone.

The overwhelming waves never stopped. At the end of the unprecedented experience and the first attempt, Zhuang Zhu, a country bumpkin, didn't realize it for a long time. It was Mei Hualan who finally propped herself up beside the pillow, moving back and forth on her neck After enough kisses, he looked at her and slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, got up and bent over, wanting to hug her and take care of her.

It was already dimly light outside.

In order to prove that he is not soft or dizzy at the first touch, Zhuang Qingliu resolutely refused to be held by her this time, and Hua firmly put on his clothes and got out of bed.So the original princess hug action was temporarily canceled, and it became two people holding hands and taking care of it together.

It was still raining outside, but if you think about it with your feet, you know that in this kind of weather, normal people would not take a bath in the open-air hot spring pool while bathing in the rain.So when the two of them came back from the water behind with umbrellas, Zhu Heng, who had been leaning next to the lapis lazuli from the beginning to the end, was about to freeze them up with his eyes.

Zhuang Qingliu was not in a good mood when he saw her inexplicable arrogant king, so he whirled around while holding the umbrella, and threw all the water droplets that swirled on the princess's feet.

Zhu Heng glanced down, and a cluster of sparks sprang up, intercepted the water and burned it away, and then raised his eyebrows at Liang Liang, surnamed Zhuang: "You are at most three years old, and you can't be more, so you can't get married in another 20 years." , Don’t do embarrassing things before.”

"That's better than you not being able to get married in another 200 years. You're the one who is ashamed." Zhuang Qingliu spun around the umbrella handle again, and this time it hit her directly in the face.

"Burn it, why don't you burn it?" Zhuang Sansui provoked.

"..." Zhu Sisui wiped the drops of water all over her face, and started a fire like she was going to be scalded to death.Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows without hesitation, and the rain in the air suddenly swerved in from under the umbrella, forming a rain curtain in front of her, and extinguished Zila's fire from the eldest princess.

The two "Jing" who are only seven years old together are really hard to describe. Mei Hualan had no choice but to reach out and take the umbrella of the crime tool from Zhuang Qingliu's hand to her own.

At this moment, Mei Xiaohan, who came to Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan with a chirping bird who kept scolding people, also turned in, and happened to see Zhu Heng, the rough birdman, on the back of his hand for the first time. She was injured, so after throwing Mei Sigui into Zhuang Qingliu's arms, she turned around and wrapped a big duck paw for the princess.

Zhu Heng: "..."

"Oh, come on, come on, when will our baby understand something?" Zhuang Qingliu babbled twice, stroking Mei Sigui's stupid hair up, fiddled and played, "Look, one orange is enough to coax you, don't you have any higher pursuits?"

"..." Mei Sigui looked at it immediately, raised her little head, hugged the orange in her paws and shouted at her, "——tweet, chirp, chirp, chirp!"

"Hahahahaha." Zhuang Qingliu smiled happily, lowered her head, "Okay, okay, I'll peel you."

The orange next to him was stolen first, and Mei Siji, who ran out of the rain holding his sleeves from a distance, was furious and shouted: "Senior Zhuang! As an elder, don't you have higher pursuits?! Why? Stealing my oranges all the time!"

"Because I don't want to be an elder either, and it's hard for me." Zhuang Qingliu smiled and snatched away the small handkerchief from her body, using it to wipe Mei Sigui's mouth, then flicked her fingers to change it for Mei Sigui. He put on an airy bangs look, "Besides, you will be punished if you say nothing to your elders. You talk to Senior Zhuang all day long, do you call Senior Zhuang in your heart?!"

Mei Siji covered her forehead in shock, feeling like she was going crazy: "How could you do this to my hair...ah!"

"..." Mei Hualan next to her came out calmly, straightened Mei Siji's wavy bangs back, and then firmly held Zhuang Qingliu's mischievous hand into her palm.

Because the whole audience was entrusted by Mei Hualan as a "child" in advance, Mei Xiaohan, who knew best, smiled very happily. After blinking at their sweetly holding hands for a while, he touched the brand-new sewing scroll and asked while taking notes. Said: "Senior Zhuang, it is not dangerous for us to hide in here now, but how to get out?"

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and peeled off the thin skin of the orange petals for Mei Sigui, letting him eat the tender and juicy pulp inside, saying: "Of course there is a way to get out, but I have to wait until I recover."

Since she said that, she had thought about it a long time ago. Mei Xiaohan immediately took up the scroll with great reassurance, then turned her head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan had already walked out with umbrellas, and said calmly, "Go to the altar to have a look."