[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

"Forget it, you're a bit headstrong with me. Wen Shui's temper is fierce when things happen, and I'm keeping things from you. You must be very uncomfortable...I'll just bring Xiaolan back."

After he finished speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, but Ziyin tugged at his wide sleeves, causing him to stagger a few steps forward, and was held in Ziyin's arms, Ziyin said: "I think you have something to do, since you love that side so much Young master, I'll go and protect him, you just go."

"Heh... so Murong." Ouyang Shaogong smiled slightly, bringing out a bit of evil spirit, blending with gentle style, which made Zi Yin feel a little lost.Those gray and white pupils were actually hot, and their eyes drew across Ouyang Shaogong's body, shattering his indifference.

Ziyin suddenly exerted force and buckled him on the back of the waist, and hugged him, causing boos one after another. Ouyang Shaogong's long hair fell on Ziyin's blue clothes, and his peach blossom eyes were narrowed, staring blankly. However, there was no response for a while.

"Murong, don't be too presumptuous." Ouyang Shaogong angrily whispered, Zi Yin smiled at him with downcast eyes, carried him through the hall full of men and women, and walked up the stairs.

The introverted little cultivator in the past was so bold. The awe-inspiring coldness that seemed to be born with him also revealed thirst and tenderness.

From the beginning to the end, Ziyin ignored the people all over the building, Hongyu stood at the top of the stairs, looked at her master with a low brow and a slight smile, carried Ouyang Shaogong up, and bowed her head respectfully and stepped aside.

Ouyang Shaogong's complexion is not pretty, it's rare that he put away his gentleness and uprightness, but still indulges Ziyin like this, if it's not because of his inner demons, even if he dotes on him, he will not allow Ziyin to be presumptuous.

When Ziyin passed by, Hongyu bowed to salute, Ziyin didn't even look at her, she kicked the door lightly, and went straight into the room, Hongyu closed the door and stood outside the door.

This is the room that Jinniang reserved for Ouyang Shaogong in Huamanlou. The layout is all according to Ouyang Shaogong's preferences, but one couch and one screen, the short case is short, and the pen and ink are fragrant. It looks elegant and simple, but it is all Extremely extravagant, none of which is not top-grade.

Ziyin put Ouyang Shaogong on the couch, put his hands on both sides of him, and slowly approached him until the tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose, and then he made a soft sound, and the warm breath flowed between his lips: "You can go, No one will come looking for you."

Ouyang Shaogong didn't hide from him, but just frowned, his starry eyes seemed to be colder, Ziyin was startled by the coldness, blinked his eyes, and said like a child: "Why don't you smile, change back to your gentleness look like you, Your Highness..."

Gentleness is easy to make people obsessed, Ouyang Shaogong is indeed a gentle person, he always speaks softly, his eyes are like peach blossoms in spring water, Ziyin is also addicted to this, once Ouyang Shaogong restrains his gentle look, it will immediately make people feel heavy , the whole body was frozen, it was terribly cold.

As soon as Zi Yin opened his mouth, Ouyang Shaogong's eyes became helpless, became soft like clouds, and gradually warmed up. There was a gentle and beautiful look on his face, and his whole person seemed to become soft, elegant and peaceful.

"Okay, I'm going to change clothes." Ouyang Shaogong pushed Ziyin away and turned out of the screen. Ziyin stared at his blurred figure until he came back with a set of white clothes.

In this life, Ouyang Shaogong always wore wide-sleeved skirts and long hair down his shoulders, like a refined scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He used to be extravagant, but now he is only elegant and elegant. Changing his clothes is like a different person.

Zi Yin still felt that this brocade clothes and crown were the most suitable for him, so he could not lose his status as a prince.

Ouyang Shaogong unbuttoned his belt, and Zi Yin took it, got up and undressed him, took off his outer shirt and beige, spread out his short skirt and long skirt, revealing his tall and slender figure, and wanted to undress him bring.

"This... I'll do it myself." Ouyang Shaogong held his wrist.

Zi Yin didn't say a word, just untied the belt, took off the top, and when his fingertips ran across the waistline, he clearly felt the firm skin jump.

"Murong!" Ouyang Shaogong scolded lightly.

But Ziyin didn't listen, and hugged him from behind, pressed against his back, and whispered in his ear: "I'll wait for you."

It seems that it was just a playful moment. After Ziyin finished speaking, he only seriously dressed Ouyang Shaogong. He wore a crimson gauze single, a deep brocade belt, a moon white shirt with silver silk embroidery, with a round pattern to cover his knees, and a small ribbon. Only wear, silver hook coat, and soap-faced boots.

Finally, he picked up the beaded silver crown, led Ouyang Shaogong to sit in front of the mirror, put the crown aside, and combed his long black hair.

Ziyin likes to tie hairpins and crowns for Ouyang Shaogong, it was like this before, and it is even more so now, but it is always not his turn to do it, after all, Ouyang Shaogong always has servants around him.

Three thousand threads of tenderness passed through the fingertips, time and time again, unable to let go, Ziyin gently gathered them up, bundled them in the crown, and fixed them with hairpins.Looking at the more handsome face in the mirror, there is always indescribable satisfaction.

Ziyin stroked the white satin crown tassel and put it on his chest: "Don't wear the crown tassel, you don't like it."

"Murong..." Ouyang Shaogong's voice was soft and deep, as if he was unable to sigh, he took his hand, and murmured, "You were only 13 years old when you met Bengong, and you are only 13 years old. This palace... the years are hard to count."

His eyes are gloomy and deep, like deep water in a cold pool, they are affectionate, not gentle, nor pampered, just looking deeply at Ziyin, it is difficult to say a word, and there is no need to say more.

Zi Yin suddenly felt uncomfortable, it was nearly 500 years, they had known each other for so long, what more could they ask for.

"Your Highness, if you love me when I am young, I will always be 13 years old. I don't want to grow up anymore. It is better to be favored by Your Highness than to be with you as a partner. I knew this..." Ziyin no longer said that people's feelings are beyond their control Yes, the 13-year-old Murong Ziying only admired the crown prince Jiancheng, but when the admiration turned into infatuation, everything was out of control.

What's so good about growing up, after being crowned, relatives and friends become enemies, there is no teacher, no Qionghua, all the disciples are suppressed in the East China Sea, the uncle Xuanxiao becomes a demon, Yun Tianhe loses his sight, Liu Mengli returns to the demon world, even if Han Lingsha is captured Fenglai Qinsui saved her life, her life is short and she has already entered reincarnation.

Even the one he loves has never been tempted by him, even if it ends up in his hands, they can't be with him for a long time.

"Let's go." Ziyin backed away, looked at the handsome man in white and silver crown, raised his hem, got up and straightened his sleeves, walked out, but still didn't look back.

"Ziying will wait for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Ziyin took out the phoenix fringe and shook it lightly in front of his eyes. The warm light of vermilion and stone reflected his gray eyes.

Above the long steps, noble young master Shi Shi came down, dressed in white with a silver crown and a mask covered with ice, only the corners of his lips could be seen smiling.

No.90 four times

Chang'an has already been covered with heavy snow. Xijing is not as prosperous as it was in Tang Dynasty.Mu Shen Shen, like an old man lingering on his last breath, will only have a bit of brilliance after a heavy snowfall.

Ouyang Shaogong misses Chang'an in the heyday of Tang Dynasty very much. Such a prosperous and prosperous age is so short in these thousand years, like a lost dream, which can never be found or recovered.

Every time he took a step, the snow buried his feet. From time to time, wooden carts pulled goods past, creaking and creaking, and the wheels were sunk in the snow, almost dragging. Ouyang Shaogong looked at the snow falling all over the sky, and walked slowly.

He was wearing a thick fur-collared cloak, the snow was spotless, and he was walking out of the city step by step on the snow.Now there are shops everywhere, unlike in the Tang Dynasty, you can only purchase and trade in the East and West Market. There are endless shouts on the street, and there are stalls selling buns and wonton noodles. The hot steam rolls and the fragrance fills the air. It is very cold. God, it's not deserted either.

Ouyang Shaogong covered his whole body with a cloak, only looked at the beaded hair crown, but also knew that he was a son of your family, walking alone in the cold wind and snow, it was really strange, as if he was asking for guilt.

Looking at the shop sign in front, Ouyang Shaogong lifted his cloak slightly, went up and walked into the shop, where a middle-aged shopkeeper was watching, and the charcoal stove was burning to get some warmth.

"Is there a hand stove to buy here?" Ouyang Shaogong breathed out as soon as he opened his mouth.

"There are some, which one do you like, Young Master?" The shopkeeper smiled, with a happy face, and put out five or six brass and cupronickel hand stoves, all of which were not cheap.

Ouyang Shaogong shook the snow on his body, picked it up, and asked the shopkeeper: "Does the shopkeeper know where I can rent a carriage here? The road is far away, go to Mount Li."

The shopkeeper folded his hands, bowed his waist, and said with a smile: "There are some, and a few steps ahead is the South Gate. There is a station there, and the carriages have to go a long way."

"Thank you." Ouyang Shaogong picked out a brass round hand stove with a plum blossom cover, and went to add charcoal to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took a small shovel to tidy up, but he had nothing to say, he was used to chattering: "Such a heavy snowstorm, son, go to Lishan alone?"

Ouyang Shao admired and played with other hand stoves without raising his head: "Yes, the elder of the gate was buried near Lishan Mountain on the day of his death, and he went to add a stick of incense."

"Looking at the deserted place, it's a high righteousness for the young master to go alone." The shopkeeper said, and handed over the hand stove filled with charcoal. Ouyang Shaogong put down the silver, took the hand stove, thanked him, and left. auspicious words.

Fortunately, Ouyang Shaogong's bid was high, and there were quite a few willing to travel far in this weather, so he picked a smart one and started on the road immediately.Although Ouyang Shaogong doesn't look like a local, he can speak Chang'an official dialect, and he is well-dressed, so no one dares to bully him.

The snowy road was difficult to walk, and the carriage was moving very slowly. Ouyang Shaogong was not in a hurry, holding a hand stove in the carriage, flipping through a gossip book.

After walking for more than half a day, I still haven't arrived yet. The Mausoleum of the First Emperor is at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain. There are magic formations in both the inner and outer cities.

What kind of ability does Lei Yan have, being able to enter the inner city and go to the underground palace of the Milky Way, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor Yingzheng, is naturally a place where the dragon's veins are suspended, and it may be disadvantageous to Ouyang Shaogong, but there is nothing to be afraid of.

Another hour later, Ouyang Shaogong was a little dizzy.