unscrupulous male concubine

It's like a big dream.

Chunjing ran downstairs, but the proprietress didn't count the money behind the counter, and Nico didn't flirt with the little kitchen girl under the stairs.He ran out of the gate of Xianweiju and walked on Suzaku Street. There were many stalls on both sides of the street, but there were no bosses or vendors selling goods.

He looked at the empty Zhuque Street all the way, a white light flashed in his mind, and turned to the stall selling Qingqiu jade, that's where he and Qingkui came from just now, he should still be there!

Holding the last hope, he ran towards the way he came. The stall was still there, and the jade on it was cold, but the jade seller was nowhere to be seen.

Chun Jing was terrified, he turned around and looked at the empty world, he took a deep breath, put his hands on his lips, and shouted Qing Kui's name loudly, "Qing Kui! Where is your grandma's, get out of here! "

His voice spread farther and farther on Suzaku Avenue, but there was no echo.

Chunjing staggered, supporting the booth behind her with both hands, feeling a little cold.As soon as he looked up, it suddenly snowed in the sky, and the houses in the distance gradually became blurred and covered with snowflakes. He walked to the middle of the road, raised his head, and the snowflakes fell on his long and thick eyelashes, and fell on his slightly opened eyes. The lips fell into his open eye sockets, the eyes were covered with snowflakes, the red bricks and green tiles in front of his eyes were no longer pale, the whole world was buried by this whiteness, it was really white and clean.

There is no sound around, even Xue has lost her voice, Chun Jing is a little dazed, does Qing Kui really exist?Did he really escape the so-called stone prison in the eyes of Lei Hai?Or everything is just my imagination.In fact, he is still in that stone prison?

The snow on the ground was already half a foot deep, Chunjing turned around with difficulty, and walked towards the edge of Zhuque Avenue, a light flickered in his heart, leading his body to move forward slowly.

He knew that with every step he took, he was getting closer to the goal, and he walked faster and faster. Finally, he ran in the heavy snow, and there was no footprint behind him.

The faint aroma of blanched vegetables came from nowhere, Chunjing paused, a faint smile finally appeared on his frozen face, and the sparks in his heart suddenly turned into a raging fire, warming him his whole body.

"I knew it, I knew it!" He yelled twice, slapped his thigh, and ran towards the furthest shop with big strides. The whiteness was particularly dazzling. As he approached the shop, he slowed down his steps and adjusted his breathing. He rubbed his hands nervously, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and was still a foot away from the door. When he was walking, he stopped, patted the snowflakes on his body, and saw a bouquet of bright red flowers stuck in a stoneware jar by the window.

Jiawei Noodle House really feels like home.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

Suddenly, he heard a dog barking, and then, a black puppy that looked like black coal falling into the white rice came out of the noodle shop, jumped up and threw itself into his arms.

Chunjing froze for a moment, and subconsciously hugged it tightly. He could clearly feel the little black dog's body temperature, heartbeat, and its warm breath on his neck.Then I feel like I'm still alive.

The little black dog stuck out his tongue and licked Chun Jing's neck, twisted his body and jumped out of his arms, turned around and got into the shop.Then he ran out again, bouncing around and waiting at the door for him to enter.

Chun Jing smiled lightly, raised her foot and walked in.

There was no one in the shop, but he felt very at ease, maybe it was the scent of noodles wafting from the back kitchen, maybe it was the special atmosphere in this shop, maybe it was the clever little black dog that jumped on the stool.

Chun Jing sat down on the window seat, which Qin Le specially prepared for him, and never allowed other customers to occupy the seat at will, even when the store was the busiest.He held the little black dog in his arms, turned his head to look at the curtain of blue and white flower cloth hanging in the back entrance, and listened to the sound of clanging spoons hitting the iron pan, as well as cutting garlic flowers and pouring water. The sound of soup.

The curtain was lifted, and Qin Le came out with a bowl of steaming noodles. Chun Jing stared at her intently, as if she hadn't seen her for hundreds of years. She was still the same, with shaved shoulders and wicker Waist, water eyes, cherry lips, swan's neck, crane's legs.

She walked around the table in front of him and walked up to him with her face up. She looked at him with a gentle smile on her lips. She put down the noodle bowl, took the little black dog from his arms, and handed the chopsticks to him. With one hand in his hand, he pulled open the stool and sat down beside him.

"Eat," she pushed the bowl in front of Chunjing, and said with a smile. Under her gaze, Chunjing lowered her head and took a bite. Before she could swallow the noodles, she heard the faint voice of Qin Le. Say, "Leave when you're done eating."

Chunjing was taken aback, took a mouthful of noodles, and looked up at her.

Qin Le looked at the blood-red words blooming brightly on the window sill, stroked the little black dog's head, and cast her eyes on Chunjing. She smiled shimmeringly and said, "This is not the place for you to stay."

Chun Jing bit off the noodles in her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and stared closely at Qin Le's eyes, "Can you tell me what happened here? Why is there no one in the entire Wangcheng!"

Qin Le shook her head lightly, without answering, she just said, "This is not the place for you to stay."

"It's not where I should be, so why are you here?" Chun Jing clenched his hands on the table into fists. He knew this place was strange, but when he saw the music, he let go of all doubts in his heart. After she said it, she read it again, frowning tightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"Do you know who you are?" Qin Le pursed her lips, staring closely at Chun Jing's eyes.

Chun Jing froze for a moment, lowered his head to drink the clear noodle soup, saw himself with a beard, swallowed a mouthful of foam, and nodded, "I am Ah Jing." This is the name he thought of with Qing Kui earlier, since If they don't have the same face, they shouldn't use the same name. He also decided on a temporary basis, and decided on the name just by saying it casually.

Qin Le shook her head lightly, "No, you are not."

Chun Jing tilted her head, does Qin Le mean that she is Jing Chun?

"Oh, yes, I'm Jingchun. Isn't this a different face to make it easier to move?" Chunjing smiled, and then said, "If you want, you can also call me Jingchun."

Qin Le shook her head, bent down to put the little black dog down, got up and walked to the window, took out a red flower from the rough pottery jar, water dripped down from the slender branch, and wet the floor.Qin Le turned her head, looked at Chun Jing and said, "You are not Jing Chun."

Chun Jing's heart skipped a beat, she didn't know why her heart hurt suddenly, why did it still hurt even though she didn't have a heart?He propped himself up on the table and stood up, forcing a smile on his face, "It's inconvenient to go out and walk around the rivers and lakes with your real name. One or two fake names is really common. Do you want to know my real name?"

Qin Le said, "It doesn't matter if your name is Zhang San, Li Si or Wang Wu, you are neither of them."

Chun Jing frowned tightly, "What are you trying to say? If I'm not me, who are you?"

Qin Le glanced at Chun Jing, put the flower in her palm, and rubbed it vigorously, the bright red juice lay on the ground along her hand, she pressed the dirty hand on Chun Jing's chest, raised her eyelids and looked at Chun Jing Jing, "It's empty here, isn't it?"

Chunjing's heart ached, his body arched like a shrimp, he squatted down with his hands on his chest, for some reason, he felt pain as if his heart had been gouged out, sweat seeped out from his pores, Wet his back along the strands of hair.

The little black dog was barking at the top of his lungs, not daring to go forward, but worried.

"Go back." Qin Le squatted down and patted his shoulder lightly, "You know the way you came here."

Qin Le took a deep breath and stood up.

"What about you?" Chun Jing stretched out his hand to grab Qin Le's wrist, he raised his head, the pain on his face still hadn't disappeared, he grinned and squeezed out a few words from his throat, "Come with me let's go!"

Qin Le shook her head and pushed his hand away, "That's your way, you are only allowed to walk alone."

Chun Jing curled up on the ground in pain, half-opened her eyes to see Qin Le holding the little black dog and disappearing behind the blue-and-white-flowered curtain.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for panting, "What is Qin Le talking about? Are Qin Le and the little black dog dead? Is this the underworld? Otherwise, why would she say that this is not the place for me to stay? What is this? place?"

"Aren't I me?" Chun Jing suddenly opened her eyes, and there were no tables, chairs, benches, curtains with blue background and white flowers in front of her, and no red flowers blooming in the rough pottery jars on the window sills.There is only white snow in front of me, and there is nothing else, no houses, no palaces, no long streets, and no green sunflowers.

The pain in his heart has faded away, but Chunjing's hand is still pressing on his heart. He stands up with support, the snow is still falling, and he can't find the direction. The blood along the way did not melt the snow, but floated on the surface of the snow, like a red line drawn on white paper.

Chunjing pursed her lips and swallowed a mouthful of spit, a voice in her head urged him, urging him to follow the direction of the blood.Chunjing raised her head and looked at the direction of the blood from a distance. The distance was white, and the blood seemed to have no end.

A flower suddenly spit out buds from the blood, burst into bloom, and then gurgled, as if bubbling, the blood-red ribbon was full of blood-red flowers, and the fragrance was strong, the fragrance of blood.

He suddenly remembered an ancient legend, saying that there is a kind of attracting flower on the other side of the underworld, which will lead the soul into the underworld.

Chunjing seemed to be unconscious, and took the first step. He saw a beautiful face, but that face was very white, as white as the snow on the ground.