Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Staring at the Western Drunken Flower, suddenly her heart beats, her face turns red, her mouth is dry, as if she has been bewitched, she stares at the flower that is about to be black.

Chun Shui looked sideways, looked at Lancai's obsessed eyes, and suddenly thought of all the care she had taken for her before, this person must like her.

He is not a young master who is ignorant of the world, he has already understood many things.

Then such a person, in his last time, can always be with him.

Chun Shui smiled with her lips bent, her smile was as beautiful as a blooming weed.

Only Chunshui's hooked lips and bewitching rippling eyes remained in Lancai's eyes, and she couldn't help muttering: "Master..."

Chun Shui faced Lancai, leaned down slightly, and blew her cool breath on her lips. Her dark eyes looked straight at Lancai's eyes, which seemed to comfort Lancai, and Lancai closed her eyes involuntarily. The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and there was a gentle itching in the heart like a breeze.

Gently.Lips fell down, two cherry blossom-like lips were next to pale lips like snow, Lancai's face was instantly rosy, and the nasal voice softly hummed two words: "Master..." with infinite affection.

She didn't see Chunshui who opened her eyes, her eyes drifted across her cheeks, but there was no sign of her in it.

Suddenly, Chun Shui's eyes froze, and then he smiled leisurely, his lips were cold, a drop of tears streaked across the blooming weed, and disappeared strangely on the stamen.

Not far away, Song Jing froze and sighed softly: "Let's go."

Bai Lisusu looked at the young girl kissing over there, she looked so beautiful under the peach tree Fangfei: "Is Qingli looking for him?"

"En." Song Jing turned around, "But it's not necessary now."

Baili Susu followed Song Jing and left: "How is it? I think Qingli seems to have something very important to tell Tantai Chunshui."

Song Jing smiled at him, with a teasing tone, the apathy in his eyes that even he didn't understand: "Forget it, if you are a light bulb, you will be struck by lightning."

"Light bulb?" Baili Susu shook her head in confusion, "Qingli, let us go back?"

"Yes." Song Jing said lightly, "From now on, call me Song Jing, Xiao Qingli is already dead."

27 Fireworks Lonely

更新时间2010-4-1021:27:20字数：4337

After Song Jing and Baili Susu left Chunshui, they encountered a large group of family members on the way, and it seemed that they were also disturbed by the noise made by the ghost butterfly and came here.

At this time, it was evening, and Tantai Qingyan was walking in front of the wind, with a graceful posture and an unearthly and elegant appearance. He saw the two teenagers walking among the peach trees, and their warm smiles remained unchanged: "Qing Li, come here."

Bailimo also saw his own child, coughing and clutching his chest from time to time, which made him understand, but he was really a waste.Bailimo frowned slightly, ashamed in front of so many people, coughing like a weak scholar.

He gave Baili Susu a disgusted look, if it wasn't for keeping him, it would still be useful, if it wasn't for the demon's needs... Bailimo turned his head and didn't look at Baili Susu again, waste.

Baili Susu clearly felt the disgust in Bailimo's eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously. Even though she was used to it, she still felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Song Jing gently reached out to pat Baili Susu's clenched fist hanging by her side, silently comforting her, while walking towards the crowd staring at him with piercing eyes.

"Sure enough, the target of these guys is you." Guidie's cold voice sounded in Song Jing's head again, with a playful tone, "But, my partner, you have to be careful now. These people treat you like a sweet bun Bun, it seems that he really wants to eat you up."

Song Jing lamented, these people are so confident and show such eyes, aren't they afraid of scaring themselves away?

Gui Die snorted and fell silent, leaving Song Jing alone to deal with these guys.

"Does Qingli know, where did the big monster who intercepted you go?" Tantai Qingyan spoke softly.

Want to ask yourself how did you escape?

Song Jing raised her hand and touched her nose, speaking half truth and half false: "Shu Jinxiu accepted Guidie as a demon pet, so I left."

"Then what about this Mr. Baili?" Qing Yan didn't seem to believe that a junior like Shu Jinxiu could take care of a monster like Guidie.

Song Jing sneered in his heart, the old man is an old man, he was very suspicious: "I met halfway."

He pursed his thin lips and smiled lightly: "It's not just Susu, I also met Young Master Chunshui two miles away from here, but he has something to do, I didn't go with him."

"Oh?" Tantai Qingyan smiled exquisitely, but she didn't expect Song Jing to compare him to an old man in her heart, "Then can you tell me, which direction is Shui'er? I think, this time the flower picking case It's time to end, this place is deep, it's better to let Shui'er leave with us."

Song Jing hesitated for a moment, he didn't know if Tantai Chunshui would be like ordinary young masters, with the maid Lancai in the depths of the peach blossom forest...

Cough cough, choked by her own thoughts, the scene she saw before reappeared in Song Jing's mind, the pale and sad boy showed a shallow smile, his soft eyes brushed over the girl's face, and slowly lowered his head, Lips as pale as snow were covered with lips as red as cherry blossoms.

Then, it's...

Stepping into such a deep peach grove, what else can one do besides hiding from the crowd?Song Jing's heart was slightly impetuous, but if Tantai Qingyan found out about this kind of thing, and knew that the next patriarch and the humble maid, who was not even a formal monk, did such disgraceful things in the peach forest , there must be serious consequences.

Not to mention what will happen to the servant girl, even Tantai Chunshui will be severely punished.

Beneath Tantai Qingyan's elegant and immortal appearance is a deep and sinister heart.Song Jing has always had this awareness.

"Oh? What's the matter with Shui'er? Can't you let me know?" Tantai Qingyan's voice was soft, her eyes swept over Song Jing's expressionless face intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to see what happened.

Song Jing raised her eyes: "It's nothing, don't bother Uncle Tantai to run, I'll just call him."

"Don't bother you."

An alienated voice came from behind, Song Jing turned around, and saw Tantai Chunshui's pale cheeks, slightly bent back, with lingering sorrow, walked to Tantai Qingyan's side, bowed his head and said respectfully: " Father."

Tantai Qingyan raised his hand to pick up Chunshui and bent down respectfully, like a loving father: "Shui'er, don't be cautious. What were you busy with before, why didn't you come back with Qingli?"

"My son wants to hunt a few more little demons." Chun Shui behaved calmly and answered carefully, "Lancai is collecting the petals of the dead little demons. I sensed my father's breath, so I came here first."

Just as he was talking, Lancai also appeared in the peach grove not far away, holding dozens of petals in his hand, approached, respectfully bowed to Tantai Qingyan, and then handed over the petals in his hand to Tantai Chunshui , also respectfully said: "Master Chunshui, these are the collected petals."

Song Jing looked on coldly, the acting of these two was really good, especially the maid Lancai, who did not show any shyness or joy at all being kissed by the beloved young master. will get deep.

Is this Lancai the woman who looked at herself or Xia Yu not long ago and couldn't even hide her contempt?

She also knew that it was impossible for her and Tantai Chunshui to be together in an open and honest manner.Lan Cai stood behind Chun Shui with her head down. Maybe she could look forward to the day when Master Chun Shui took control of the Tantai family?

The group was fine and hurried back to the place where they had gathered before.

Song Jing looked at the northwest corner of the venue, where Shu Jinxiu's monster was still half-reclining in a perfect seductive posture, waiting for everyone to return.

Prince You, who was waiting here, saw Song Jing coming back, walked over quickly, held Song Jing with a sigh of relief, gently squeezed his arm, and looked up and down, like Song Jing's own mother With concerned eyes, he smiled after a long while, and the lines of Junyi's face were soft: "It's okay, you're fine."

Song Jing felt awkward all over, twitching her stiff cheeks uncomfortably, why are you being nice to me for no reason?He could feel that Prince You's concern was genuine, not just for the sake of the Nine Nether Orchid Juice.But this would be very weird, and I'm not your son. (Some Qian: The 20-year-old prince will have a 14-year-old baby ~~~ drifting away strangely~~~

But it is an indisputable fact that the heart is warm.

Song Jing pulled out an ugly smile: "Thank you, Lord You, for your concern."

"Hehe, no need." Lord You is not very old, but he always gives people the feeling of an elder, gentle, peaceful, and trustworthy. He touched Song Jing's head, "Qingli, in the future, we must practice the unique skills of the Xiao family, so that we can learn more and more. Protect yourself well. If you have a chance in the future, come to the capital to find me, you are a brave child, and you deserve to live in peace and happiness."

Song Jing felt a little embarrassed, although he was not Xiao Qingli, but this was the first person who allowed him to practice special skills to protect himself, instead of letting the Xiao family revive and pass on, and the first person who let him not have to think about revenge, It is a person who chooses a peaceful and happy life.

"En." He replied muffledly, watching the tall and slender man in front of him walk away and come to the Patriarchs.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's end this time with the flower-picking case." Prince You said slowly, his tone was calm but with a natural nobleness, and no one could refute, "I'll call the rest of the children back."

After he finished speaking, a scroll inlaid with gold thread appeared in his hand. The scroll was no wider than the length of his forearm. Unfolded in his hand, it was about as long as Song Jing's height.At the moment of unfolding, colorful rays of light burst out, transparent like glass