Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

"What?" Song Jing raised her eyebrows, a cold light flickered in her slender eyes, but was completely blocked by the drooping eyelashes, "Hongli, what do you want to say to me?"

Hongli stopped and looked at Song Jing: "I came here to get my brother away from Xia Yu. Tantai Chunshui's western drunken flowers are about to mature, and Xia Yu is a furnace, so I can't get out of the basket. My brother is here ………”

"It's more convenient for Tantai Qingyan or Wu Qihan to take care of her, isn't it?" Song Jing raised her eyes coldly, "Why did you listen to Tantai Qingyan's words?"

Hongli's face froze, and hatred and forbearance appeared in his eyes: "Reviving the Xiao family requires the strength of the Tantai family. I am married to Tantai Chunshui, how can I not make good use of this relationship? Maybe, the Tantai family From now on, there will be only the child born between me and Tantai Qingyan. The Tantai family will naturally fall on my child. Even if it is to seek skin from a tiger, I will continue. Tantai Qingyan, I can't die now. Tantai Chun Shui must also inherit the position of Patriarch Tantai. Brother, you won't blame me, right? You too..." She bit her lower lip hesitantly: "You won't meddle in it, right?"

"It's impossible for Tantai Chunshui to have only you as a wife, and Tantai Qingyan will not allow Tantai's family to have only you and Tantai Chunshui's child." Song Jing frowned, "Why are you making circles with Tantai Qingyan? The circle is here. He has been the head of the Tantai Patriarch for so many years, and you are a 13-year-old girl, do you know the consequences?"

"Brother, you are caring about me." Hongli raised a happy smile, staring straight at Song Jing's indifferent face, his eyes jumped up, "Don't worry, brother, the children of the Tantai family will only be me and Tantai. Tai Chunshui, there will be no other."

Innocence and cruelty flashed in her eyes, as if she was ruthless and decisive in order to achieve her goals.

Song Jing pursed her lips: "You take good care of yourself." These words were said for Xiao Qingli.Xiao Qingli would not have thought that her innocent and lively sister would become like this, would she?

"You will also become like this." Gui Die's gloomy words came to Song Jing's mind, "If you want not to be controlled by others, you'd better be like your sister. If you are cruel to others, you are also cruel to yourself. This monk In this world, one cannot live without blood on one's hands."

"I know." Song Jing replied lightly, "I will never soften my heart."

He missed Hongli sideways, put his hands in his sleeves, and said in his mind: "But, Guidie, no matter what the reason is, you will not hurt the Peach Blossom Demon, right? Everyone has a bottom line and principles in their hearts. As long as no one touches it, I just watch."

When talking about the Peach Blossom Demon, Gui Die fell silent.Song Jing still couldn't figure out why Guidie would suddenly stop the attack and willingly become her contract partner when she could kill Shu Jinxiu and avenge the Peach Blossom Demon.

"Brother—" Hong Li called softly, and followed Song Jing to the courtyard, "Brother, this time..."

"I won't interfere." Song Jing glanced at Hongli lightly, "I'm just watching this incident."

Hongli's eyes lit up: "Brother, thank you."

Song Jing shook her head lightly: "No need. Do I need to burn incense now?"

"En." Hongli ran over, took Song Jing's hand and walked aside, "Brother, I've lit some incense in the basket room, you just need to stay there for a while. Although the scent is faint, it is very overbearing, and the body is subconsciously invaded by this scent, covering every corner of the body without anyone knowing it."

Being held by Hongli's smooth hand, Song Jing's body stiffened for a moment, and she barely relaxed her body. Ren Hongli held her hand, frowning slightly, followed Hongli to Lancai's original residence.

"Brother, come in." Hongli pushed open the door, and a puff of lingering blue smoke came towards him, making Song Jing's mind seem to be in a trance.

Hongli pulled Song Jing into the room, the smoky green mist was an invisible thing, quietly covering his body, the seams of his clothes were spiky, and the fragrance was constantly eroding.Through the misty green smoke that filled the room, he seemed to be in a world that was not real.

The air I inhale has a breath that soothes the soul. There is almost no fragrance, but it feels soft and gentle from the bottom of my heart, like a drop of ink dripping on the rice paper, quietly swimming away and expanding to the whole body.

He walked slowly to the wooden table in the house, and saw three boxes of Xinzi incense placed on a copper plate on the table. The light blue Xinzi was mostly burned, and then went out, leaving light gray smoke and dust.

"Brother, you can go out." Hong Li reminded from behind, "The incense on the clothes is just right."

"En." He responded, such a light fragrance, almost imperceptible fragrance, has already eroded his whole body?In other words, Tantai Chunshui could no longer notice that he was the original Xiao Qingli.

He turned around and walked out, pushed open the door, breathed in the cool air through his nose, his eyes lit up a little, and his spirit suddenly felt much refreshed.

The wind and snow raged again in the air under the cover of night, Song Jing raised her eyes to look at Hongli who was following behind her: "Will you accompany him at night?"

Hongli blushed a little: "No, um, yes, it's just..." She glanced at Song Jing, and replied weakly: "I want to sleep together at night. Because Xizuihua doesn't know when it will mature Therefore, someone must be there to take care of it. The sign of the ripening of the western drunken flower is a slight disturbance in the spiritual force field. You can only notice it when you get close. So at night, you must accompany him. Otherwise, Tantai Chunshui will fall into a dream. Darkness, with all five senses being completely swallowed up by a ripe fenugreek.”

"I don't want to be by his side." Hongli looked at Song Jing pleadingly, "Brother, can you help me? If you find something wrong, please send me a message."

She handed Song Jing a communication jade talisman: "Brother, I can't get close to Tantai Chunshui. I'm afraid I..."

Song Jing took the jade talisman, turned around lightly and said, "I'll go. I'll let you know if there's anything to do."

He wanted to get along with Tantai Chunshui for a while. During the ten-month cold war, they ignored each other, but they actually cared about each other in their hearts.The young master's sadness and pride, and his lovely caring way, in fact, he accepted this friend a long time ago.But so much time was wasted because of the childish confrontation that I didn't know.

The western drunken flower is about to mature, Xia Yu and Tantai Chunshui will eventually sacrifice one of them.

He was walking on the snow, and the house in Chunshui was still lit with lights, reflecting a thin figure with a slightly hunched back on the paper window, his posture was lonely and lonely, with the mood of empty mourning.

With a heavy heart, Song Jing pursed her lips, and let herself watch this matter.Maybe in the future, Bai Langlang can heal the people who fell into darkness because of Xizuihua.

At that time, no matter if it was Xia Yu or Tantai Chunshui, let me take them to Baihua Medicine Valley, and fight for the opportunity as fragile as a hair.

Quietly pushing the door open, Hongli stood under the eaves, watching Song Jing walk in calmly, her eyes were lonely, but then became firm again.The stern look was fleeting, she turned around and pushed back into Lancai's room, and walked in.

"Tantai Chunshui." Song Jing walked to the window and looked at Tantai Chunshui who was much taller than her. The man's complexion became sickly pale, and his pair of foggy eyes lost their vitality.His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his head to his side.

"Hongli?" He moved his lips, his voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Song Jing stretched out his hand to hold Tantai Chunshui's hand, and walked towards the bed, knowing that he couldn't hear clearly, but still said: "It's time to sleep."

Tantai Chunshui could only hear the buzzing sound, he knew that Hongli was talking, but he didn't know what she was talking about.The hand that was held was pulled out in an instant, he missed the man's body, and walked towards the bed by feeling.

The hand was thrown away, Song Jing looked at the hand that was still outstretched in the air, the young master's temper has not disappeared, he is cute and arrogant, he doesn't like to contact with others.

Be regarded as Hongli.

Song Jing bent her thin lips, watching Tantai Chunshui go directly to bed and lay down with all her clothes on, she couldn't help but think of the past, when Chunshui came to the house and told him to do morning exercises, only to find that he was surprised that he hadn't changed into his pajamas.Now this young master has also started this indecent and noble habit.

Shrugging his shoulders, he saw that there was still a large space left by Chunshui on the inside of the bed, and he knew that it was Tantai Chunshui's place for Hongli.After turning off the lights, he simply got into bed, carefully stepped over the spring water, and lay down there.

There was a wide distance between the two, but the fragrance of the heart letter on Song Jing's clothes permeated faintly.After careful sniffing, it feels tasteless, but gradually, I feel relaxed in my heart.

"Qingli." Chun Shui, who had been so quiet that one would think he had fallen asleep, suddenly called out softly, weakly and dryly, but could not hear any emotion.

"I'm not Xiao Qingli." Song Jing said quietly in the dark, stretched out her hand to grab Tantai Chunshui's left hand, regardless of the stiffness and repulsion of the man's body, and wrote on the delicate and cold palm with the tip of her index finger—" no."

"No" - not Xiao Qingli.

The left hand was grabbed by a pair of equally cold hands, and the left hand could feel the hard and slender bones of that hand.

The fingertips were also cold, as they gently slid across the palm, as if they were drawing their own heartstrings.Inexplicably, my heart relaxed, and my body was no longer stiff.The traces of the palm being slid by the fingertips are clearly reflected in the heart - "No, yes."

Chun Shui quietly let Song Jing write, the crisp and itchy feeling in his palms seemed to be frozen on his body under the icy cold cover.

Still writing—

"Song."

"Jing."

"Song."

"Jing."

…………

"Jing."