Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

The fact that the son of a genius wants to do that despicable job.My father probably thinks that this kind of thought is just occasional, and it will disappear naturally after a while.

The elder brother left the study in silence.

Qingli breathed a sigh of relief in his immature heart, and he also understood that if his brother persisted, then maybe he would never see his brother again in this family.

Fortunately fortunately.He left carefully, secretly rejoicing alone, and smiled with crooked eyebrows for several days.

But the child couldn't see that the firmness in his elder brother's eyes remained the same and never changed.

Walking on this kind of ice will shatter if you are not careful.

When her elder brother's suppressed roar sounded in the room, Qingli ran there quickly, but her hands and feet began to tremble inadvertently, shaking as if she was standing in the cold winter's weather.

He didn't see his elder brother at that time, his father stopped him outside the house, Erniang smiled brightly with her pointed chin, and her bright red lips curled up sharply.

After that day, my brother never came out of the house.

Half a month later, Qingli missed her brother so much, she no longer cared about her father's words, and quietly came to the hut where her brother lived in the dark.

There was the sound of rushing water inside, Qing Centrifuge was slightly nervous, she slid over with a shy face, her eyes wandered around, and occasionally slipped past her brother's white chest exposed out of the water, and felt her heart beating rapidly. The whole person can't wait to jump into the ice water so as not to burn it. (Ning Qian: Actually, your brother was only ten years old at that time, not yet the age to be beautiful~~ Qingli~~ You are hallucinating...)

"Qingli, what are you doing here?"

The elder brother stepped out of the barrel, his legs were round and slender, Qingli lowered his head anxiously, hey, the toes are also very beautiful.

"I'll take a look at my brother." Qingli said, "My brother hasn't told me a story for half a month."

"I'm sorry Qingli." The elder brother was silent for a while, then apologized, "Elder brother may not have the opportunity to tell you stories in the future."

"What?" Qingli was startled, raised his head subconsciously, just in time to see his elder brother who was facing diagonally in white pajamas, and on his well-shaped back, there was a hideous and ugly light red scar, as uneven as mud after rain The mountain road, from the left shoulder to the right waist, is very dazzling.

"Brother..." He was tongue-tied, unable to utter a single word, but what he suddenly thought of was his brother's words—"I will definitely step on the stage of the Heavenly Calamity Festival one day, and dance all living beings."

Such a body would probably be eliminated in the first round of selection.

"I was drenched in boiling water." The elder brother stood silently, his face as calm as water, a pair of good-looking hands slowly pulled up the white tassel on the skirt and tied it up, and tied it lightly. He smiled calmly and freely, his young face was indescribably calm and peaceful, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, calm and calm, "Mother has cast a secret technique, and this scar will never disappear, no spell will work. "

"Then...then..." Qingli said softly, as if he was afraid of breaking something, "Where is my brother's dream? What about the Heavenly Calamity Festival? What about the dance?"

Brother's fingers paused for an instant.

He lowered his tassel-wrapped hands, like a green bamboo being blown hard in a rainy night, but he stubbornly straightened his waist and looked up at the blue sky again and again.The elder brother curled his lips freely, his eyes sparkled, and his voice was still hoarse after bathing: "I, I won't be ruined like this."

Qingli stared blankly at the determination in his brother's eyes, leaving no room for himself.If you don't succeed, then die, that's what you mean, right?Life without dancing is meaningless.

Immediately afterwards, when her elder brother entered his father's study again, Qingli was no longer anxious or uneasy.He seemed to have learned the calm and unrestrained style from his elder brother.

Now that the result is doomed, he likes his brother, so he must make him really happy.I don't know when, I will find the belief of my brother.

So at the end, he heard his father, who had always been gentle and elegant, yelled loudly: "If you dare to step out of the house, then your surname will never be Xiao again. The Xiao family has no unworthy descendants like you."

The elder brother's voice is like a spring, and the layers of green bamboo leaves seem to spread from the white clothes, which makes the elder brother noble and clean: "Bai Li is ashamed of his parents' upbringing, and since then, he has taken the word 'Wu' as his surname. Forgive the child for being unfilial."

The elder brother slapped the Dantian Zifu with a palm: "This body will be returned to the Xiao family."

A mouthful of bright red blood spewed out, and in the thick drops of blood, Qingli vaguely saw his brother's relaxed and peaceful smile.

Xiao Baili, or should be called Wu Baili, is such a person with persistent faith.

Song Jing felt a little ups and downs in his heart. He recognized such a firm and free-spirited character, this brother.

It can be regarded as repaying the body Xiao Qingli left him.

A young man's youthful and immature feelings run through his limited life.Xiao Qingli was gentle and firmly insisted on this unspoken relationship.Perhaps when I was a child, those likings were just an illusion of dependence and habit, but after the family was ruined, when I was tortured by Tantai Qingyan, those crystal clear hands that were firmly stretched out in front of me were forcibly etched in the deepest part of the boy's mind. It took root everywhere and became a deeper love or belief.

Faith, sometimes more love than love.

However, Bai Li is his elder brother.The hopelessness of being together is also one of the reasons why Qingli finally gave up his life and allowed Song Jing to be reborn.

Song Jing didn't know, if Xiao Qingli didn't die and didn't leave this body behind, then where would he be now.

Opening her tightly closed eyes, Xia Yu's worried and anxious face came into view, her golden short hair was disheveled in front of her forehead, her eyes couldn't stop worrying and caring.

"I'm fine." Song Jing reached out and rubbed Xia Yu's short hair, "What should I do if I suddenly become interested in the Heavenly Calamity Festival?"

Xia Yu didn't have time to ask something, her ears turned bright red when Song Jing touched her head, she lowered her eyes slightly, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Prepare well, we'll join in the fun then." Song Jing pinched her reddened ears with her hands, and successfully watched Xia Yu lower her head at another angle.

Xia Yu nodded lightly, really, she couldn't say anything.

13 Flower Picking Case Enlightenment

更新时间2010-3-2617:59:10字数：3403

In the last few days, I probably learned from the maid in the backyard that the forces from all over Jingchen Continent sent envoys to participate in the opening of the Heavenly Calamity Festival at Tantai's house.Many people came one after another.

In addition to the royal family and the forces of the Summer Solstice Empire, even the barbarians in the Muyun Prairie in the north seem to have sent the most promising candidate for the Holy Maiden—Nozamir, and a group of fanatics led by the Supreme God. Formed monks came to participate.

Song Jing didn't want to understand these political things, but heard that this scene was a rare event.Rarely would there be such a lively discussion on the opening ceremony of the Heavenly Calamity Festival.He is rarely in high spirits, and this is the best opportunity to get in touch with this world.I heard that the younger generation of the major families will basically come here with the elders in the family to see the world, and introduce their outstanding children to other major forces.

It has to be said that Song Jing has traveled to the golden age of this world, and the teenagers of his age are almost all outstanding in every family, far ahead of everyone else.

Among the people who came here to participate this time, these future masters accounted for nearly half of the number.

Due to this special situation, the program at the beginning of the discussion conference was temporarily replaced by the competition of the young generation instead of the past masters of various forces.

What exactly Song Jing did was unknown.It's just that Tantai Qingyan specially came to inform him that, as the only remaining son of the Xiao family, he must participate in this competition.

Song Jing sat on the steps under the eaves with resentment, obviously she was still trying to figure out a way with Xia Yu, how to make the Tantai family realize the two moldy objects in the corner that no one cares about, and agree with the two soon-to-be Objects of mushrooms participate in this feast.

Before he sent him to the door, Patriarch Tantai floated over with unearthly steps.

"Although the Xiao family is gone, as the second son of the Xiao family, you must revive the prestige of your Xiao family at this feast. The restoration of the Xiao family will depend on you to complete."

Song Jing instantly thought of the scene of "the peace of the world depends entirely on you", the corners of her mouth twitched, and finally she endured it, and replied with a strange expression: "Yes, I, Xiao Qingli, belong to the Xiao family. It's the ghost of the Xiao family."

Tantai Qingyan just had doubts in his eyes, and then he sneered again and again, with a look on his face that no matter how much you pretend to be like you can't hide from me, he waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud.

Song Jing thought that the patriarch was indeed suspicious, but he was also stubborn and overconfident.

My current behavior must be completely different from Xiao Qingli himself, and I should have noticed Tantai Qingyan, who I am most familiar with, but instead thought that I was fooling him.Sure enough, cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.That's good too, I don't need to put too much effort into putting on a show, just be my own Song Jing.

But for the event that Song Jing was going to participate in, although Song Jing didn't know what to do, Tantai Qingyan still told him the name of the competition——

Picking flowers.

He was distressed, could it be that the cultivation world still competes in the skills of picking up girls?Of course, he knew that his thinking was wrong, but it was really difficult not to think about it.

Where did the flowers come from?

If you just wander around in the garden and compare who can pick the most flowers and who can pick the most beautiful flowers, is it still a competition among elite teenagers?please each