Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

He wanted to use the imperial object technique to support the stone slab, but thought that Tantai Qingyan was not far away, and the fluctuation of spiritual power when using the magic was easy to be detected, so he had to give up this idea.Obediently use the tip of the right finger to penetrate into the gap between the edges, and lift it out bit by bit.

After slightly raising the height of a grain of rice with her fingertips, Song Jing stretched out her left hand, and lifted the entire stone slab from that height, revealing a shallow pit that was not deep.

A boxy piece of fur is just smaller than a slate, the size of the palm of four adults.Facing upwards, it is directly a scene of clusters of flowers blooming in bloom.Still, he felt relieved inexplicably, and reached out to take out the painting. After a rough look, the fur should be the skin of some kind of monster, and the color is not the color of ink painting, but close to the style of modern oil painting.

Putting the fur directly into the Qiankun Ring, he restored the stone slab and checked that there was nothing wrong with it, then rubbed his fingers slightly to wipe off the dust on it, pushed open the door and walked out.

He stopped in front of Tantai Chunshui gate, do you want to go and see him?Will he agree to the marriage?Knowing that he is half a useless person, would he marry a young and healthy girl?

He stretched out his hand to push the door, but just in time heard an endlessly sad voice from inside the door, as if it came through the thick fog clearly: "For the marriage, I will trouble my father to make arrangements."

Withdrawing her hand, Song Jing narrowed her eyes, remained silent in front of the door, then turned around and left using the air defense technique.

On the snow in the small courtyard, apart from the footprints of Tantai Qingyan and Hongli, there is no trace of Song Jing, as if he had never been here.The whole courtyard fell silent again.

Tantai Chunshui in the house stood in front of the window, his eyes fell on the courtyard, but his eyes covered with fog were all gray.

On the day Lancai died, he completely lost his vision and could no longer see anything.

He lowered his sad eyes: "Father, everything is up to you."

"Then the first day of the Lantern Festival will be the wedding of the two of you." Tantai Qingyan chuckled, and looked at the obedient and docile Hongli, "What do you think?"

"Thank you Patriarch for your trouble." Hong Li leaned down.That's it.She didn't know, in fact, what's so good about these things.Family, Xiao family, brother......

"From now on, Hongli should call me Daddy." Tantai Qingyan's eyes were as gentle as water, and he slightly brushed Hongli's bent back, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Yes, Daddy." She bent her back, a layer of mist appeared in her big eyes, and then slowly faded away.That's it.The family, the Xiao family, my elder brother... I repeated it softly in my heart over and over again, I only hope, elder brother, you can call me "sister" one day, her heart is empty, elder brother, do you know, It's been a long time since you called me "sister".Always "Hongli", "Hongli", I know you are still blaming me.

But brother, I only have you as my family.Can you stand by my side?I suddenly felt so scared.

She straightened up and looked at Tantai Qingyan's clear and easy eyebrows, why did she feel so scared?Brother, don't blame me, don't be disappointed in me.Really, I am in this world, only you are left in my heart.

56 Mystery in the painting

更新时间2010-5-912:55:39字数：2956

Walking back to her remote courtyard with her hands in her arms, Song Jing raised her hand to touch her chest, and frowned coldly, why did she suddenly feel depressed.Is it because of Hongli who chose to sacrifice herself, or because of Tantai Chunshui who seems to be far away from the world?

Ancient times are always much lonelier than modern times.Therefore, people's hearts grow up in loneliness, and everyone is deeply scheming.It is said that modern girls are getting more and more mature, but in ancient times, girls were more mature.Not to mention marrying someone early, even the city is unfathomable.Especially the children of monks, they really don't look like teenagers.

In such a complicated environment, he was subtly transformed without knowing it.Once a person like Song Jing has a sense of crisis, he will adjust and change within himself, gradually adapt, and finally control the rules in turn, becoming a crisis for others.

"It's really changed." Song Jing looked at Xia Yu sitting on the steps in front of the door from a distance, her platinum-blond long hair reflected the white snow in front of her, like a holy place in heaven.The corners of his lips twitched upwards, and he squinted his eyes. The original self seemed to never leave anyone in his eyes.

Now, although there are few, at least there are.

He walked over unhurriedly, looked at Xia Yu who was wandering in the sky, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Come back to your senses. Go into the house." He walked around Xia Yu, went up the steps, and pushed the door.

"Xiao Jing." Xia Yu suddenly stood up and called out shortly.

"What?" Song Jing raised her eyebrows and turned around. The child must have something on his mind.Is this what you want to tell yourself?His expression was indifferent, his eyes stayed in Xia Yu's black eyes, it seemed that he took a lot of courage to say what was it?

Xia Yu stood upright, never retreating under Song Jing's gaze: "Xiao Jing, do you really want to leave?"

Huh, Song Jing wants to help her forehead, this is still the problem.Simple people are always obsessed with small problems, never forgetting, getting into their own horns, and no one can understand the thoughts in their minds.

"I really want to leave..." Song Jing nodded slightly, and was about to continue, but she would definitely take you away.

But Xia Yu grabbed the topic: "Then, Xiao Jing, I can help you leave."

"Uh..." Song Jing's lips twitched, "Xia Yu, what did you say?"

"I can help Xiao Jing leave." Xia Yu lowered her eyes, "As long as Xiao Jing really wants to leave, I can help Xiao Jing leave."

"What about you?" Song Jing simply turned around completely to face Xia Yu, and the two stood under the eaves, one with helpless surprise and the other with determination.

"Xiao Jing said this yesterday—'Even if I leave one day, it's not that I don't want Xia Yu. It's that I have a reason to leave. One day, I will come back to find Xia Yu.'" Xia Yu Seeing the helplessness in Song Jing's eyes, she couldn't help but curled her lips and smiled, her eyes shone brightly, "I want to tell Xiao Jing, if you really have to leave, I will wait for you to come back here Find me. So, I'm not afraid of Xiaojing leaving."

"I know, I understand." Song Jing's pale face softened, "But Xia Yu, I can't go. At least I can't go now. You know, two hundred kilometers away from the town, there is a huge barrier covering This place. I passed through it, and of course someone would notice."

Xia Yu was silent, and when Song Jing thought he would say nothing more and was about to turn around and enter the room, Xia Yu grabbed his cuff: "Xiao Jing, there is one thing I didn't tell you."

"what's up?"

"The departure of that enchantment requires the blood of members of the Tantai family's direct lineage. The members of the Tantai family can voluntarily make a wish spell, and they can leave quietly."

Song Jing narrowed her eyes and looked at Xia Yu who was biting her lower lip: "How did you know? Or..." His idea a long time ago, could it be true?

"My name is Tantai Xia Yu." Xia Yu suddenly raised her head, looked at Song Jing calmly, and said clearly, "So, I can help Xiao Jing leave."

Without waiting for Song Jing's response, he turned around and ran out of the yard.

Unexpected and unexpected.Song Jing watched Xia Yu disappear around the corner of the gate without being too surprised or annoyed.Perhaps, in terms of Xia Yu and Tantai Qingyan's usual relationship, the most difficult to accept the name 'Tantai Xia Yu' is precisely Xia Yu himself.

Song Jing pushed open the door and walked in.Xia Yu is Xia Yu, and nothing about his last name will change him.

As for now, give him some time to calm down.After all, he said the name he didn't want the most, and was forced to face the reality. Now the person who is suffering the most in his heart is actually the blond boy.

He turned around and closed the door, walked to the table, and took out the painting he found in the basket painting room from the Qiankun Ring.

Now he has time to look carefully.

This painting is made of the fur of a monster. It is soft and warm to the touch. The color is plain white like fine paper. The texture on it is fine and smooth, making it an excellent material for painting.

Song Jing was a little moved. Now, he loves calligraphy and painting just like he loved computers in his previous life.

Enduring his eagerness to move, he began to observe the so-called hidden secret in this painting, the clues about the place where Bai Langlang lived in seclusion.

The eyes wandered over the painting carefully, there is no blank space in this painting, it is full of colorful flowers tightly clustered together, colorful and beautiful.The flowers are of different styles and colors, and the colors are intertwined. After watching for a long time, it is like being in a kaleidoscope, with large areas of flowers blooming around you.

"Mystery, where is it?" Song Jing raised her lips, such a complicated picture, if it hides a secret, it will be——

He squinted his eyes, needing angle or distance.

There is a common illusion map in modern times, which is extremely popular among students.Some pictures will make you feel dizzy after looking at them for a long time, and you will feel that the world is spinning when you look away.Looking at some pictures, countless lines like a big net are rushing towards the sky, rushing straight to my cheeks.There are also some pictures, which contain many secrets, and the meaning can only be seen from a certain angle and a certain distance.

This picture, with complicated colors and changing flower postures, is very likely to be the third type of illusion picture.

The illusion map is drawn by a computer.But monks,