Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

I heard that in winter, there is no snow in the capital.Would you like to come and see, this scenery is really beautiful. "

Song Jing sat indifferently. The carriage career for almost two consecutive months did not make his pale skin look any better. Miss Mei, who took care of his daily life, felt extremely unwilling. The young master who doesn't see health and blood is really denying the fruits of her labor.

"No need." Song Jing replied lightly, her slender eyes were quiet and safe, immersed in her own state of mind without being moved by the outside world.

The young master's cultivation seems to be... more and more powerful.

Miss Mei put down the curtain, looked at the two people who were sitting in the innermost room with a smile, time and habits are really scary things, facing each other day and night, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Wu Qihan's indifferent wooden face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years It's strange, and I don't think Tantai Qingyan, no, how mentally handicapped the person who should be called Xiaosan is.In short, after watching the sticky way of getting along with the two of them for a long time, they suddenly discovered early one morning that it was actually like this, and it was no big deal.What was my previous self struggling with?

But the young master and Mr. Baili still couldn't bear it, but they had developed the ability to ignore and ignore.

For example, like now, Miss Mei stretched out her finger and dangled in front of Song Jing: "Young master, we are almost arriving in the capital, you are not practicing today, right?"

Song Jing's eyes remained motionless, as if she didn't see Miss Mei's slender fingers, and said calmly, "We'll talk about that later. Miss Mei, you're impatient."

"You're almost becoming a monk, Brother Xiao Jing." Little Wolf blinked beside him, "Sitting in the same position every day, not talking or looking at the scenery, Brother Xiao Jing is really patient."

"The bad guy is the monk, the bad monk." Tantai Qingyan, who was holding on to Wu Qihan and was unwilling to let go all the time, took precautions and accusations in her beautiful eyes, took the words of the little wolf, and repeated them with a pleasant voice every day along the way. The words, "Monk, bad guy, bad monk, Xiao Hanhan who robbed me, is a bad monk."

Song Jing didn't seem to hear Tantai Qingyan's voice, or automatically ignored any voice from Tantai Qingyan, turned her head, slightly curved her thin lips, smiled coolly, and her eyes were justly puzzled: "Little San, What did you say just now?"

Tantai Qingyan's long and narrow eyes immediately filled with water vapor, and buried her head in Wu Qihan's neck, humming aggrievedly: "Xiao Hanhan, there are bad people bullying me."

"It deserves it." Wu Qihan said with a wooden face, without any fluctuations in his tone.

Tantai Qingyan raised her head, and secretly glanced at Wu Qihan: "Xiaohanhan, are you angry with me? I stopped crying and didn't talk, you have to talk to me."

"En." Wu Qihan responded indifferently, and saw Tantai Qingyan leaning on his shoulder obediently, the tears in his eyes were still rolling in his eyes, but his lips were raised high .His gaze secretly fell on Song Jing again, grinning silently, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Song Jing looked up at the roof of the car, the strange feeling in her heart has not disappeared after so long.Is this really Tantai Qingyan?Such a noble, elegant and powerful head of the Tantai family, Tantai Qingyan, is a powerful figure like a banished fairy in the world.

I always feel that the scene is out of order, or I am in a dream.

I can't believe it.

Because only I have had close contact with Tantai Qingyan, can I understand how proud and conceited this man is, but he has enough qualifications to be conceited, surpassing tens of thousands of people.It was precisely because of a full understanding that she couldn't accept Tantai Qingyan like this.

I hope he will always be like this, otherwise, once he recovers, God knows how angry he will be.Fortunately, Wu Qihan seems to be able to cure him.

Wu Qihan's face was expressionless, but his body was extremely gentle, his right hand clasped Tantai Qingyan's waist, and his left hand patted his back lightly, which was regarded as comfort.

Sure enough, after only a short while, Tantai Qingyan burst into an innocent and satisfied smile, and her eyes fell on Song Jing again.

Song Jing had some doubts, could it be that in Tantai Qingyan's instinct, dealing with and torturing himself has become his subconscious action?Even if his intelligence is seriously young, even if he can't remember any previous personnel, he only finds trouble for himself among all people.

But now with a naive and innocent expression, he also felt that he was bullying a child when he started to teach him a lesson.Song Jing couldn't do such a shameless thing.

So the only solution is to ignore it.

He found a target to divert his attention for himself, looked sideways at the silent Yun Feiyang, and raised his eyebrows: "Feiyang, remember, when you arrive in the capital, you are just Yun Feiyang."

The capital city is where Han Zhang is very powerful, and he who accompanied Bai Li here was suspected of throwing himself into a trap.But, who is online?

I can hurt you once, so naturally I can hurt you a second time, Han Zhang.And next time, just take your life.I think Xiao Wang is probably still waiting for me to take you there on Huangquan Road.I don't want to keep him waiting too long.That guy is a ruffian who can't stand loneliness.

Yun Feiyang was stunned for a moment, his tough face was no longer haggard from the beginning, his loneliness and worries were swept away, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Master, I will only be Yun Feiyang."

Song Jing looked at him, her firm and loyal eyes were deep, and there was deep blue sadness hidden under her smile. His conscience and kindness felt guilty for the innocent people who died at his hands over the years, and he regarded such psychological torture as a Living atonement.

No one can help him, and the only way to untie this knot is to rely on himself.

"Master, I'll go out to see Master Baili." Feiyang stood up, bent over and opened the curtain, "We're going to the capital soon, and the roads inside are complicated. I think it's better for me to drive for the rest of the journey."

Song Jing nodded.

Even if Bai Li has abolished his cultivation, he is no longer a real monk, but his genius and aptitude are beyond doubt.Things like driving can be handled freely as long as you have read it carefully, so you took over the job from Little Wolf early on.

"Brother, come in." Song Jing called through the curtain, "

Just leave the external affairs to Feiyang. "

"No need." Bai Li's voice was as clear as bamboo leaves with morning dew, "I've been to the capital before, and I remember the way clearly. Feiyang, you go in."

"Then I'll stay outside with Young Master Bai Li." It was Fei Yang's voice.

Song Jing glanced helplessly at Wu Qihan and Tantai Qingyan, who were not at all self-aware. These two people were so uncomfortable that the older brother who wanted to dance couldn't bear it. When will Tantai Qingyan's problems return to normal? A little bit?

Undoubtedly, his gaze was caught by the third Tantai Qingyan, and in exchange for another stern warning and defense, it was like a cat with its hair blown up guarding and declaring its own territory.

He raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, okay, Tantai Qingyan, I owe you.

Song Jing continued to relax, throwing his thoughts into the state of mind of cultivation, seeing what is out of sight.

With the sound of "da da" horseshoes, the carriage entered the heavy shadow of the tall city wall, passed through two huge city gates, and finally arrived at the prosperous and prosperous capital.

The morning sun shone warmly, casting gray shadows behind the carriage, reflected on the flat stone slabs of the avenue, with tranquility and peace, like a warm picture scroll that has not changed since ancient times.

"We've arrived in the capital." Feiyang's chest was full of emotions. This is the place where he lived the longest, and it's also the place where his hands are full of sins.In the capital, he did too many evil things and committed too many crimes for Han Zhang.Thinking about it now, the accusations, reprimands, resentment and resentment in the eyes of those innocent people are like palms protruding from hell, with sharp nails, firmly clasped on his body.

Although his name is no longer Han Bai, but Yun Feiyang is still himself.A person can change his name whatever he wants, but his past experiences and sins will be closely entangled for a lifetime.No one can live without the past.

"People should free themselves from the shadow of the past. Leave the so-called past." Song Jing seemed to have expected Feiyang's thoughts, opened the curtain and looked at the street scene outside, "Feiyang, the past stays in life, we never Gain knowledge and lessons from the past. But we can’t just live in the past, what we have done cannot be corrected, but what we haven’t done still needs to be judged and resolved. It’s not about forgetting the past, but learning from it.”

His pale cheeks were polished by the sun, with a layer of warm golden light, his eyes facing the sun were slightly narrowed, and his thin lips had a smile that seemed to be there. In such a day full of vitality, the first time Once into his future life.

"The capital city is really beautiful and prosperous." He was a little emotional, "There are so many people, there are millions of them?"

"More than that." Feiyang drove the carriage steadily forward on the driveway, and the speed had already slowed down, "Master, the people in the capital, not counting the merchants who come and go every day, there are tens of millions of people who actually live here .”

Song Jing was a little surprised, how big should the capital be?There are no so-called high-rise buildings here. Rich people have spacious mansions. How big is this capital?

"Han Bai."

Suddenly a familiar address came from the side, Fei Yang was taken aback for a moment, and Song Jing's gaze also shifted away.

He is a handsome boy of about 16 years old, his skin is like white porcelain, his back is straight, sitting on the horseback, like a marble sculpture of the gods, his eyes are as black as ink, his nose bridge is high, his lips are elegantly pursed, with The arrogance and extravagance that people can't hate.

"Who?" Song Jing asked Feiyang.