[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Refuse the lover's courtship, as long as it can be done, it will definitely give the beloved the happiness he wants, whether it is rare or rare, or stay close to each other, it will satisfy his desire.

Painting Luo Jin and Jade, burning incense candles into tears.A dream and a drunk, when will the love be strong?

In the middle of the night, the gauze curtain was lifted by the cool breeze, and the bed was covered with clothes, Huaiwei moved the person in his arms away, put on his outer shirt, got up and walked to the desk, and put down Murong Ziying's hair crown.

The oil lamp was moved by Huaiwei to the back of the inner screen, and it was so dark that people's eyes were blackened. Murong Ziying pushed aside the messy black hair on her chest, turned over and lay down on the couch, her whole back was exposed.

He rested his arms on his head and looked at the very faint dim light, and heard the soft sound of water, as if someone was talking.

Huaiwei was taking a bath, his whole body was submerged in the water, he stood up slowly again, bowed his head and gathered his wet white hair in front of his body, revealing the magnificent and coveted golden phoenix scales on his back.

He suddenly looked up at the closed window, picked up the wood and combed his long hair, and whispered: "The princess should go early, he is jealous, it really gives me a headache."

There was a soft chuckle from outside, and there was no more breath.

The next day got up late, the two dressed and washed, cleaned each other up, and went downstairs to have lunch.

The business of this shop is good, there are quite a lot of people, Huai Wei didn't want to change his appearance, so he pretended to be sick, sat in the corner with Murong Ziying, and ordered sweet soup with side dishes.

Murong Ziying just stared at the people around her in a daze, gradually falling into her own thoughts, occasionally falling on the table and chopsticks that were making noise.

Huaiwei stopped his chopsticks, took a sip of the soup, and asked, "You don't eat anymore, don't you like these?"

Murong Ziying shook her head, but did not speak.

Huai Wei picked up a piece of tofu and handed it to his lips, raised her eyebrows and smiled, very playful.

Ruyu's eyelashes trembled violently. Murong Ziying looked at Huaiwei's smile, then at his hand holding chopsticks, supported his wrist, ate the tofu dipped in green onions in one bite, and then continued to look at Huaiwei. ,not talking.

He opened a pair of seemingly calm eyes, staring blankly at people, especially innocent, like a child who doesn't understand the world.

Huaiwei was very helpless, sneered and asked him, "Do you want more?"

Murong Ziying seemed to have just woken up, her eyes brightened, she thought about it and nodded.

Huaiwei stopped eating by himself, and fed him a few mouthfuls of vegetables and soup, seemingly not aware of other people's strange eyes and whispers. He likes to pet Murong Ziying, and pampering this person will make him happy.

Seeing this, how could Murong Ziying refuse, he was speechless, he was extremely docile, just like a domesticated rabbit.

Huaiwei's doting on Murong Ziying has become a habit, no matter whether he treats him as a child or a lover, he has become more and more pampered, like water like poison, he has been spoiled too much, and he still doesn't seem to know it.

Murong Ziying's heart is like a mirror.

The description of the two is very good, although there are some guesses and gossips, they have nothing to do with themselves, and they don't have much to say. At the table farthest from the opposite corner, three people sat around and watched them for a long time.

Xu Shi stayed far away, feeling that nothing was wrong, one person pushed the one next to him, and said in a low voice: "Look at those two, Qingqing me."

Another said: "That beautiful white-haired man must have been brought by the Taoist priest. I don't know what kind of monster it is."

Murong Ziying immediately stood up, looked at the man and said coldly, "Why do you hurt people?"

The voices of the few people over there were very low, and when they saw the questioner suddenly stand up and reprimand them, they were all frightened and kept silent.

Murong Ziying took a few steps forward, and said again: "If it doesn't suit my heart, I'll speculate maliciously, why is it so if I don't know each other before?"

The people in the store all looked at these people, talking endlessly with their voices suppressed, but it was still noisy and annoying.

Seeing that Murong Ziying was furious, those three people rushed away without paying any attention to anything, the shopkeeper was anxious to chase after her, but Huaiwei called her to stop her.

"If you can't catch up, I will pay for them." Huai Wei patted Murong Ziying to comfort him, asked the shopkeeper for the price, and settled the bill.

The shopkeeper thanked him non-stop, and even bowed three times, feeling a little guilty for yesterday's disgust.

Someone behind sighed: "My lord is so lenient and generous, but he suffers from pain to the bone, and those young people have to live for a long time. It's not fair."

This voice is hoarse, it must be an old man, and there seems to be thousands of endless stories in his words.

Huai Wei shook his head and said, "But I'm not a benevolent person."

He turned to look at the person who was speaking. He was over half a century old, with gray beard and hair, a little slumped, and his clothes didn't look rich, but he had a bearing.There was a couple beside him, who could be seen from a wealthy family.

The old man was startled when he saw Huaiwei, got up and went over, trying to get a better look, and when he came closer to see clearly, he let out an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and was even more stunned, pointing at him tremblingly, "Dong... Dongfang..."

After he said these two words, he fell on his back, the couple rushed over, helped him up and called out repeatedly, the old man's turbid eyes actually shed tears and sobbed in grief.

Some people laughed and some were terrified. Amidst the commotion and calls, Huai Wei looked straight at the old man and asked in a shy voice, "Is it Liu Changying?"

The old man burst into tears and nodded his head. He couldn't stop crying, tearing up and down, and couldn't breathe. His daughter glared at Huai Wei: "It's you! It's you!"

She rushed forward and grabbed Huaiwei, shook her vigorously, and shouted in a hissing voice: "You killed my father, you can't go, you can't go!"

Murong Ziying wanted to push her away, but someone made a move first, swung the woman away and fell to the ground.

The one who shot was also a woman, this woman was masked, she was coming down the stairs, her steps were dignified and decent, like a gentle breeze and a clear spring, all the imaginations of ladies are probably nothing more than this.

Ruan Er said slowly: "This young master has not touched your father at all, so it is unreasonable to blame him so much."

The woman pointed to her and asked, "Who are you?"

Ruan Erdao: "It's also considered a journeyman."

After saying that, Ruan Er nodded to Huaiwei and the two, and walked out.

The inn suddenly became quiet, and at some point, the place was filled with suppressed sorrow, and the people inside became sad and angry.

The woman pointed at Huai Wei and said bitterly: "You monster, monster!"

Like tearing a hole in a water bag, everyone responded and approached step by step, as if there was a bloody feud, this monster must be killed and burned to death, no one will like him anymore, no one will approach him again He, the dearest relatives also hated him to the core, even a little bit of mercy was stingy in giving alms.

Such hateful cursing filled his mind, Huai Wei seemed to be stunned by a blow, he stood there in a daze, raised his hands to cover his ears, Murong Ziying couldn't move him even if he pulled him.

Broken memories surged over him, pain and fear instantly overwhelmed him, and he didn't even know how to resist.

"I didn't intend to kill him, no, I'm not, don't do this to me..." Huaiwei shook his head, his eyes widened, and his panic was evident. He fell into the pain of a thousand years ago, like stepping into a swamp , the more struggling, the more deeply trapped.

"No, no..." Huai Wei murmured foolishly, swung his sleeves and knocked everyone away, turned around and walked out of the inn.

Murong Ziying was terrified, and hurriedly followed out, but almost fell down.

Eight times

When Murong Ziying caught up with Huaiwei, she was already outside Chang'an City.

It was Huaiwei who deliberately slowed down, he finally stopped, turned around, and looked at Murong Ziying gloomyly.

He still hasn't woken up, he doesn't seem to recognize the person in front of him, he just keeps staring.

Murong Ziying breathed a sigh of relief, she was also careful as if she was afraid that Huaiwei would hear, she walked up to him in small steps, and moved closer to him: "Why are you ignoring me?"

Huai Wei didn't speak, but tilted his head, as if he didn't understand.

Murong Ziying said anxiously: "I am Murong."

Huaiwei's gaze became strange, as if it was Murong Ziying who was unconscious, she frowned: "I know."

A drunk person never thinks that he is drunk, and a crazy person never thinks that he is the one who is crazy. Fortunately, Huaiwei is not all trapped in his memory, he does not recognize the present, he thinks everything is normal.

"Hey, is it true that you said to stay with me?" Huaiwei clenched Murong Ziying's sleeves, nervous and expectant, "It took me several lifetimes to learn how to live in the human world. "

He opened a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, and the broken sunlight in the woods seemed to run into his eyes.

Murong Ziying ran down his long hair, comforted him, and coaxed him softly: "If you don't like it, don't learn, I will accompany you."

Huaiwei smiled wryly: "When you enter the world, how can you not learn."

Murong Ziying said: "The fault is not you, but the world."

Huaiwei's smile was even more bitter.Of course he knew that it wasn't him who was wrong, but after all, he changed for the fault of the world.

Murong Ziying was startled, her eyes lit up, and she said happily, "You're done." But he couldn't laugh immediately.

Huai Wei still seemed immersed in her own world, her eyes froze, she looked at Murong Ziying in front of her, and at the sky above her head.The sky is very blue, blue so refreshing, there are a few white clouds in the clear sky.

He suddenly grabbed Murong Ziying tightly, and ran like crazy, as if he would die if he was one step too late.But he is not afraid of dying. What he fears must be something more terrifying than dying.

"Where are you going?" Murong Ziying was panting when she asked.

"I don't know." Huai Wei's voice was extremely calm, "They are looking for me."

Murong Ziying said: "Who killed you?"

Huai Wei said: "Punishers, those who specialize in execution of sinful gods, the final executors of the death penalty. If the gods are eliminated from the divine books and genealogy, the divine body will be destroyed. They take their souls and make the best use of them."

To make the best use of the soul, it sounds like a lot of cruel associations.Murong Ziying thought of the phoenix scales, the pain of pulling out the phoenix scales may be more terrifying than death.

Murong Ziying took a deep breath, as if she was ready, she asked, "Can I run?"

Huai Wei said, "They will catch up."

Murong Ziying