Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

, brown-gray like a tree trunk, dull, without images.

As if being called, Chun Shui gently squatted down, and reached out to caress Xue Ying's face.

Have you found it?Song Jing breathed carefully, and carefully observed Chun Shui's expression. She was still sad and beautiful, her lips were pursed together, and there was no other expression.

The fingers of the sword-holding hands passed through the snow layer and slid down Lancai's body. Chunshui lowered his head and carefully brushed the fine snowflakes all over Lancai's body, revealing the crystal clear ice crystals on the surface of his body.The flower-like face of the basket is frozen in the transparent ice layer, and there is a nostalgic and longing smile on the corner of the lips, as if he is still a living person.

I can't see it.Chun Shui's eyebrows were like ancient well spring water, and the sudden brilliance seemed to have been taken away. He stood up and spoke in a low voice like a sigh: "Father."

Song Jing was stunned, leaning stiffly against the wall, could it be Tantai Qingyan?

That's right, no matter how well they concealed the matter of Chunshui and Lancai, they couldn't hide it from the shrewd Tantai Qingyan.Do you think that Chunshui is good to Lancai, surpassing the general girl in the house, and that's why she will kill Lancai who discredited Tantai's family?

His breathing was unstable, because his body was really weak, and he sat down on the ground all of a sudden, because of the wall behind him, he didn't fall too badly.

"Who?" Chun Shui turned his head to this direction, the faint voice could not be heard very clearly, counting the days, at most two months, he could not hear anything.

Song Jing didn't make a sound, just sat on the snow ground like that, quietly looking at Tantai Chunshui's face without a smile.

"Qingli." Chun Shui suddenly called out, "Xiao Qingli, you are here to see a joke."

Song Jing remained silent, he waited for Chun Shui to finish speaking.

"It was you who told father about me and Lancai." Chunshui looked in this direction without focus, but Song Jing felt that those eyes were actually falling on her body, "Yesterday you went to see father , today the basket will die. How can you do this?"

Dressed in white, Chun Shui breathed out white air in the pure white snow, and dissipated curlily in the cold air.The melted snow particles on the eyelashes, in Song Jing's view, looked like tears flowing from the eyes, he didn't know what to say, he sat quietly, listening to Chun Shui's light tone, without the pain and sadness he imagined, But the calm is heart-wrenching.

"Xiao Qingli, how could you treat me like this?" Chun Shui spoke clearly, and suddenly remembered his kiss with Shu Jinxiu, and the closeness with Xia Yu Baili Susu, obviously I met you first, didn't I? ?A myriad of entangled thoughts wound and twisted in his introverted heart, unknowingly deep obsession.

Under the pale left cheek, an almost pure black weeding flower quietly blooms, strangely tempting people's sight in the pure and pure world.

Already have this color?Song Jing bit her lower lip, it was too late, the rescue method in "Anecdote" was transplanted, and there was no ten years to prepare for cultivating the furnace.

"How did it change so quickly?" Song Jing finally said, "What's your sense of taste and smell for such a color?"

Chun Shui could vaguely hear the indistinct voice beside him, asking calmly and indifferently, and he didn't know the content, but he did know that the person was Xiao Qingli.

"It's really you." Chun Shui smiled quietly with his lips bent, as alluring as a blooming weed flower, "The sense of taste and smell has long since disappeared, so what? Xiao Qingli, you killed me by telling the truth." Basketball, what else do you want?"

Against the bright, crystal-like background of the sky, a crystalline teardrop falls, slides over the dark pistil of a jasmine flower, and disappears.

Song Jing listened quietly, her eyes fell on the deeper and more enchanting Xizuihua in Chunshui, her throat was stuck and she couldn't speak, what else could be done to save her?Chunshui's days to come are destined to live in the darkness of losing all five senses.Perhaps, at that time, I should have personally ended his life in order to make up for the heavy guilt in my heart.

There were turbulent waves in those dim eyes, Xiao Qingli, why didn't he refute?Chun Shui opened his eyes wide to meet the bright reflection of the snow, and finally the color of white snow appeared in his eyes.Can you see it?He tried his best to look in the direction of the corner, there was only a little time left, he couldn't waste it.

Surrounded by snow-white houses or emerald green bamboos, he glanced over, and only saw the man on the tiny land, with a tired and haggard face, sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his thin body undulating indistinctly in his vision, behind him was a bright red...

bright red...

He didn't look carefully, it was as if the night "swept" and shrouded it, and his eyes were suddenly dark. There was no such person, no houses, no white snow, and even vague and irregular shadows disappeared.

Like a scene in a dream for a long time, he was left alone, kneeling quietly in the unfathomable darkness, closing his eyes silently, and making no sound.

"Laugh again." He murmured, and fell down, pressing against the basket wrapped in ice crystals.

As if watching the replay in slow motion, Song Jing watched the spring water fall, and the time seemed to extend without limit, from the beginning of the spring water to the cold war, passing by like flowing water, he slowly evoked a smile, sincere and friendly, The shape was fixed at the corner of the lips, and the sound of "bang" falling to the ground was heard next to the ear.

The red plum blossoms behind them bloom quietly and proudly, giving off a clear scent in the cold air.

35 foreseeing death

更新时间2010-4-1822:42:36字数：3286

Spring water was poured into the snow, Song Jing leaned against the wall and watched, the emerald blue ice covering the blue body of the basket, like snow white clothes, was as clear and clean as transparent crystal in the quiet and cold morning after the snow.

Feeling dizzy, he raised his limp hand and put the back of his hand on his forehead—it was so hot, he really had a fever.

Does the monk still have a cold and fever?Song Jing thought drowsily, the previously tense nerves seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in this body, and she leaned against the wall, unable to stand up.He glanced at Chun Shui lying quietly on the ground, envious of being able to sleep like that.

Song Jing's eyelids closed bluntly, and she murmured softly: "Tantai Chunshui, I will save you." As if talking in sleep, Song Jing's breathing gradually became calm, and she actually wanted to fall asleep like this.

Xia Yu ran to the mango forest as fast as she could, picked a few ripe fruits, and rushed over in a hurry.

Then I saw spring water poured on Lancai's body, Song Jing was sitting on the snow with his back leaning against the wall, both of them were silent, as if they had fallen asleep.

He panicked, what happened?

Xia Yu ran to pick up Tantai Chunshui and put it under the eaves.Then he went to the corner to hug Song Jing back.

Song Jing's face changed from pale to bright red, eyes closed peacefully, long and dense black eyelashes covered the eyelids like scallops, thin lips were deep red and dry.

This is, this is fever...

Xia Yu touched Song Jing's forehead with her hand. Sure enough, the temperature was very high, and the air she exhaled turned into a white mist, and then slowly faded away.

Unexpectedly, monks would have fever like ordinary people. Xia Yu didn't know whether to use Yulin's Bell to treat it.When he was ill, his mother seemed to treat him with silver coins and old liquor.He frowned, he didn't remember the process very clearly, maybe he should ask the maid for advice later.

But Tantai Chunshui, Xia Yu glanced at Chunshui, who was as cold and pale as a dead person, in distress. What's going on, and how should I deal with it?

Could it be that they are going to find Patriarch Tantai?

Xia Yu's face was slightly gloomy, and she was about to pick up the two of them and walk into the house through gritted teeth.Let them rest on the bed first, and then go find Patriarch Tantai by himself.But he saw a well-maintained hand reaching out from the side, resting on Tantai Chunshui's shoulder.

"Patriarch." Xia Yu followed that hand and looked over, it turned out to be the expressionless Tantai Qingyan.

"Take Qingli back." Tantai Qingyan picked up Chunshui, cast a low glance at Xia Yu who was stiff, "Tell him, don't come looking for Chunshui in the future."

Xia Yu's eyes darkened, she nodded, picked up Song Jing, and walked away on the snow as if fleeing.

Tantai Qingyan looked at his flying back, with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "It's probably still in time."

He turned around and entered the room with Chun Shui in his arms.

Xia Yu ran all the way, and forgot to apply the air defense technique to herself. After arriving at the residence, she was already panting heavily from exhaustion.

Song Jing was a little confused by the bumps, opened her eyes, and muttered inarticulately: "What... what's wrong?"

"It's all right." Xia Yu opened the door, put Song Jing on the bed, untied his coat, covered him with a quilt, touched Song Jing's cheek with his hand, and said warmly, "I'll get some water."

Song Jing was a little awake, and grabbed his hand: "Don't bother. I'm a monk, but my spiritual power is weak today. After I sleep for a while, my spiritual power recovers, and I will be fine."

Xia Yu stuffed his hands into the quilt immediately: "Okay. Xiao Jing, you go to bed first. I'll prepare rice porridge. You wake up and eat it."

With the soft pillow and soft quilt on his head, drowsiness hit his head.

Song Jing was half dazed and half awake, posing in a comfortable position under the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep like this.

Because the body and mind were very exhausted, this sleep lasted until the early morning of the next day, a whole day and night.

Xia Yu kept watching, wanting to wake Song Jing up for dinner, but seeing Song Jing's sleeping face, she couldn't bear to interrupt.

Conflicting non-stop until Song Jing fell asleep.

There was no dream, it was like being in a deep coma for a day and a night.Song Jing opened her eyes, and obviously felt that her body had strength and improved a lot.

"You've been watching?" He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, squinting