Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

There will be a mustard seed bracelet.Of course, after they really inherit the power, they can also have their own Qiankun Ring.

So among the teenagers, Tantai Chunshui and Baili Yaoyi still had their usual expressions, one was pale and melancholy and the other was noble, watching the incident quietly behind their elders.

As for Nozamir, Song Jing's forehead was in confusion. How did this guy become a candidate for the saint? No, he should be the next saint.

Isn't there a mustard bracelet?Isn't it possible to have the Qiankun Ring in a few years?

Why do you still have the look of a cat seeing a fish, staring at the up and down ring greedily, wishing to rush over and hug Shu Jinxiu's thigh?

Song Jing was entangled, and quietly moved a few steps to the side, away from this imageless saintess candidate.

"Hey——" Shu Jinxiu grinned, Song Jing had a bad intuition, and immediately turned around and sneaked behind everyone, but before she had time——

"I decided to give Song Jing a wow."

Song Jing stopped, frowned at the person who called him by his name, and felt a sudden movement in his heart. This was the first time in this world that his real name was called out by others.

Everyone looked puzzled, is there a family with the Song surname?

Is there someone named Song Jing here?

"Hey, didn't you say that Xiao Qingli died a long time ago, so I'll call you Song Jing from now on?" Shu Jinxiu smiled at Song Jing's monster, her wine-red eyes fixed on Song Jing's troubled face. Black eyes, a little disappointed.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on Song Jing like a spotlight, eerily quiet.

After that, you still follow Bai Lisusu and me?Song Jing narrowed her eyes and raised her lips slightly: "Ah, yes...Xiao Qingli died a long time ago, and the person standing here is called Song Jing."

Everyone turned their heads in tacit understanding, but their eyes unconsciously looked at Tantai Qingyan who was smiling peacefully. This Xiao Qingli had lived in Tantai's house for four years.

Perhaps, this young man really couldn't accept the facts of the year, so he changed his name and surname, planning to live a new life?

There were many speculations, but they had nothing to do with Shu Jinxiu.

Holding the ring in his hand, he gracefully walked in front of Song Jing, looked down at Song Jing: "I'll bring it for you? Song Jing."

Song Jing met his eyes with a half-smile: "Are you sure you don't want it?"

"I have it." Shu Jinxiu pushed back the long black hair hanging down on the left side, revealing his delicate and small ears, with bright red teardrop-shaped studs on the earlobe, and he smiled innocently, "Look, it's better than this .”

Song Jing looked at the Qiankun Ring in Shu Jinxiu's hand, holding the heavy book in his arms, thinking that he might not be able to get it if he wanted it in the future, so he bent his thin lips and smiled, "Well, thank you Mr. Shu Jinxiu."

"Hey, don't call me Shu Jinxiu, I don't like it." Shu Jinxiu glanced at him complainingly, then her eyes fell on Song Jing's hand, "Where should I wear it?"

Song Jing held "Anecdote" firmly with her right hand, and handed her left hand to Shu Jinxiu: "Dai Xiaozhi."

The little finger means celibacy, Song Jing inexplicably remembered what her sister told him before, and couldn't help but say it.

The sister's last sentence is, Song Jing, if you are single, wait for others to pursue you.

He was slightly embarrassed, his eyes turned sideways imperceptibly, and he felt Shu Jinxiu's warm and greasy hand pull his, and his nails were gently squeezed where the ghost butterfly had passed before, and the wound began to bleed again.

Blood was dripped on the Qiankun Ring, and Shu Jinxiu slipped the ring into Song Jing's slender little finger smoothly, and touched it lightly: "It really fits."

Song Jing turned her head and looked at the Qiankun Ring, which had shrunk a lot. Her hand didn't feel cold, but was as warm as warm jade, like Shu Jinxiu's fingers resting there, and never left.

Shu Jinxiu's throat overflowed with laughter like a wind chime, she backed away, and returned to the northwest corner where she stayed before, a person seemed to be a piece of the world.

Trying to control the Qiankun Ring with his mind, Song Jing pretended not to see the envy of Hong Guoguo, and put the thick book he had been holding in his hand into it, feeling that the space inside was very large.

Nuosha Mier carefully moved to Song Jing's side: "Qingli, let me have a look."

"I can't take it down." Song Jing knew that this saint was not worthy of her name, and she might be fooling around and bringing her back to the Muyun Prairie, so she could find someone to go with her.

Nozamir's blue cat eyes darkened: "Stingy."

Immediately, the gossip factor began to boil: "Qingli, why do you think he gave you the Qiankun ring?"

"He killed my whole family, I feel guilty." Song Jing is still figuring out how to use the Qiankun Ring, well, it seems to have a defensive function, you can try it in the future.

Nozamir pursed her lips: "It seems that he doesn't look like your enemy at all."

indeed.Song Jing chuckled, he wasn't my enemy, and Xiao Qingli probably wasn't his enemy either, the mind of an evildoer cannot be guessed by ordinary people.

After the flower-picking case, the intersection of the two will be empty.

Just as she was thinking, Su Jiang patted her palms lightly and said, "Then, I declare that this flower-picking case is over."

After he finished speaking, he bid farewell to the people of various families, turned his head and smiled encouragingly at Song Jing, and stepped on the imperial sword to break through the air, and soon he was dressed in white.

"I'm leaving." Baili Susu said goodbye in a low voice, "From now on, Qingli Xiayu must come to the capital to find me."

"En, take care." Song Jing and Xia Yu were also a little bit reluctant, they got acquainted and left in a hurry, but it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

"There's me too." Nozamir nodded towards the elders she signaled to, indicating that she would go there immediately, and interrupted hastily, "Hey, when you go to the prairie in the future, remember to come and find me, that's my territory , everyone listens to me."

"Okay." Song Jing fondly raised her hand to rub the little girl's head, "Remember to take a bath."

Nozamir blushed, jumped away, and shouted: "Cut, just remember to be taller than me."

Song Jing was dumbfounded.

"Song Jing, I'm leaving." Baili Susu said again, turning around and leaving, her voice was inaudible, "I hope I can wait until the day we meet again."

Thank you.

Song Jing never confirmed her identity very clearly like today - it was Song Jing, not Xiao Qingli.

Watching everyone disperse, Song Jing and Xia Yu also walked to Tantai Qingyan.

Chun Shui took out the folding fan, and after listening to Qing Yan's instructions, he raised up the hand pinching formula.Song Jing held Xia Yu by the hand, looked down, the monster watched everyone leave with a smile, and he was left alone, leaning against a tree among the peaches and plums everywhere, his figure was bright red.

He's just not happy.Song Jing said in his heart that the environment in the center of the Jinxiu Cong is desolate.

Shu Jinxiu.

The ghost butterfly sighed softly in his heart, lingering faintly, containing the reluctance and nostalgia for the land that has grown for thousands of years.

"I will treat you well in the future." Song Jing said lightly, "Don't sigh in my heart, I will age prematurely."

Gui Die snorted: "Who sighed first?"

Song Jing was silent, and then one person and one demon came down safely, with the night wind blowing on their faces.

Chun Shui stood on the folding fan, his eyes slid over the quiet Song Jing, and fell on the ring on the little finger of his left hand.

Qingli, how can you be with that person?Chun Shui felt colic in his heart, and the drunken flowers, the broken clothes, the blue smile, and the dark red eyes flashed in his mind one by one, and he didn't notice the more complicated and contradictory light in the eyes of Lancai beside him.

29 lead gray clouds

更新时间2010-4-1220:09:14字数：3904

Time is too thin, fingers are too wide.Song Jing didn't have a deep understanding of this sentence, but she still experienced it personally.

It has been almost a year since I came to this world, the seasons have turned from spring to winter, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, but many winter plants are still lush and green, and even the jagged trees with fallen leaves have a special flavor.

On the winter clothes sent by Tantai Qingyan, the rubber bands of monsters were used to draw silk into silk. After soaking in the liquid medicine, they were sewn on the clothes to form dark lines. The dark lines were different forms of warmth-keeping charms.Wearing such clothes on the body, I don't have to worry about the cold wind in winter.

The Tantai family is located in the middle of the mainland, and it is not particularly cold in winter.Song Jing and Xia Yu lived in a room with ventilation on all sides, and they also enjoyed themselves.

"Xiao Jing, is it going to snow?"

Xia Yu sat cross-legged on the couch, looked at Song Jing who was studying ink carefully, and asked with her chin propped up.

Ten months was enough for Xia Yu to get used to the name Song Jing.

Song Jing looked up through the propped-up window, glanced at the leaden sky, and nodded lightly: "Yes. A few days ago, the sky was as clean as a spring. The sky has changed since the day before yesterday, and it has been brewing until today. Sooner or later there will be a heavy snow."

He squinted his eyes and tilted his head to smile at Xia Yu: "Slacker, let's go to have a snowball fight when it snows."

Xia Yu brushed aside the golden hair in front of his forehead, and now his short hair has slowly grown to his shoulder blades, flowing down like a dazzling waterfall of sunlight.

"Who is lazy?" Xia Yu stared at him, "Then tell me, what else can I do now?"

Song Jing simply put down what she was doing, sat on the rattan chair and looked at Xia Yu: "You can grind ink for me." He murmured in his heart, Xia Yu was getting less and less prone to blush, and he missed the previous one. The bright red fruit.

"Don't do this." Xia Yu curled her lips, "That's what wives do."

Ever since Song Jing told him the story of Hongxiu Tianxiang studying at night, Xia Yu has been very persistent in some aspects, such as researching ink, which is suitable for cultivating feelings between concubines and concubines, and leaving it to Song Jing alone.

"Is this necessary?" Song Jing raised his forehead, and simply stopped doing today's routine practice. In winter, he was dressed warmly, but he became more and more lazy, feeling that the bones of his whole body were slowly melting in the warmth. It's just as simple as standing or sitting