Jinsu Liuguang Lightly Worrying about the Years

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the breeze is blowing gently, and the leaves are falling.

A white heavy fringed carriage was parked in the mountains without showing the mountains and water. A man sat on the roof, his white clothes were poured on the roof, his eyebrows were full of charm, and a scarlet cross scar on the two houses on the left added a little bit Seductive, with a smile on the corner of her mouth at this moment, she faintly looked at the man in purple who was surrounded by four burly men in the distance.

The man tightly held the bamboo branch in his hands, his delicate and handsome face was full of helplessness and stubbornness, "Go back and tell your master, I will naturally go back when I am tired from playing."

The four men looked at each other, still stubborn: "The master said, if the emperor doesn't go back to the palace, we don't have to go back either."

Hearing the words, Jin Su sighed while supporting his forehead, and unconsciously patted his back with the bamboo branch in his hand: "Once I return to the palace, the first thing I will take off will be your head."

The four men were embarrassed for a moment, and then they turned firm: "Please return the emperor to the palace." Seeing that Jin Su was unmoved, they said: "I have offended you." They began to move around Jin Su.

For fear of hurting Jinsu, they didn't use weapons, they just wanted to capture Jinsu with bare hands.

Although Jinsu had a bamboo branch in his hand, he had no kung fu, and with one enemy against four, he had already lost the wind.

Not far away, An Lexuan stood silently and looked at the bored faces of the people who were fighting. When Jinsu was in danger, he slowly raised his voice and said, "Attack him three times."

Hearing this, Jinsu stabbed the person in front of him with a bamboo branch repeatedly, but unexpectedly the outstretched wrist was grabbed by someone, and he put his hand behind his back, and the bamboo branch in his hand fell to the ground, and he was already caught.

An Lexuan shook his head and sighed: "It's really stupid."

Jinsu was very dissatisfied when he heard the words: "You are smart, why don't you come to investigate?" Then he stared at the big man in front of him: "If I go back to the palace, I will be the first to cut you to pieces, you have no joke."

The big man still had a cold face: "Please come back, Your Majesty, the carriage is ready."

A few people twisted Jinsu and were about to get into the carriage, a white shadow flickered in front of them, and Jinsu, which was originally in their hands, disappeared in the blink of an eye.Looking up, the man in white clothes was fluttering, landing lightly with Jinsu.

"After so many years, I'm still as stupid as ever." Xiaoqian looked at the person in her arms with a worried smile, as if she rescued him from a gang of killers back then.It's just that the purple-clothed boy back then is now the king of a country.

Jinsu stood up straight, with a smile on his face, but he said, "Since you saved me, you must protect me. Otherwise, if I make a mistake someday, the whole Jing Kingdom will find you to settle the score."

"Is the emperor such a rascal?" Xiao Qianyou stretched out her hand to stroke his hair habitually: "I don't want to go back to Jingzhao, where should I go?"

Jinsu was already walking towards the white carriage: "Wang Die has been losing his temper recently, so let's go to Shun Shuo to have a look first."

As soon as he moved, the four men over there also set off.

Xiao Qianyou turned around and looked at them with a smile: "Please go back and tell Prime Minister Ouyang that Xiao will protect the emperor back to the palace." Then she went to the carriage.

Those people were still hesitating, An Lexuan at the side walked forward leisurely, watched Xiao Qianyou and Jin Su get into the carriage one after another, spread his hands and said, "Aren't you leaving? Do you have a choice?" After the words fell, he also walked towards the carriage: "Do you need a coachman?"

Jinsu poked his head out of the carriage, "Naturally."

The four men watched the white carriage slowly start to leave, dumbfounded.Seeing that he was about to take the emperor back to the palace to return to his life, who was the man in white who killed him halfway?

When the four of them were still in a daze, a horse with a strong yellow mane passed by, and immediately the man in black was flying, with extraordinary bearing.

Lightly worrying about the end of time

On Huangquan Road there is the River Wangchuan,

But there is a bridge on the Wangchuan River,

But there are three stones on the bridge,

There is a voice next to the Sansheng Stone.

The moon-white clothes set off the faint melancholy on Xiyin's face, and he stood quietly at the head of the Naihe bridge with his hands behind his back, only to see the water of the Wangchuan River rolling by, and how many past events passed away with the flowing water.

The mandala flowers by the river are in full swing, resembling the figure of the man in memory.Looking up and seeing the people on the Naihe Bridge, all of them looked dull and expressionless.

Maybe they have also spent their lives acting out the joys and sorrows, maybe they don't want to set foot on this Huangquan, but at this moment, a bowl of Mengpo soup makes them forget the past and go to the unknown.

"I advise you to give up. Even if you can wait here for thousands of years to reincarnate with him, the two of you may not be together." Meng Po, dressed in ghostly black, lazily scooped up the pot next to her. The soup was passed to everyone who came to her.

From among the ghosts on the bridge, Xiyin's gaze shifted to Meng Po's body. She looked like a girl with the appearance and figure, but was called Meng Po by the world? "He stood by Bodhizhai for me, and now it's my turn to wait for him." Since the next life is undecided, he must become the master of fate. Hold it tightly in your hand.

Po Meng snorted coldly and did not speak, and continued to do her work with a cold face.

"Only Book Flowing Light"

Word: dragon cherry

Original song: "Being a Dragon" / River Picture

Condensed ink into articles under the tip of the pen

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A life of congenital worries and fragrance

There is Na Xiaoxiang in the history book Ling Yan Ji

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When the head is raised, the falling flowers are drifting away and become the death

Jinse Years Who wrote the pen alone

Ups and downs between intrigues and tricks

Nothing but helpless sadness

The world of mortals stand or pass

The legacy of Fenghua has no intention of promoting a good story

Indescribable painting between thick ink and ink

silent thanks

Singing in and out of the play is full of prosperity

Heavy makeup conceals Jian Jia

A thought of persistent belief fades away

Unnecessary blue silk for white hair

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Persevere in life to pay back in thousands of years

Dumb wind sheet music, sad love

Blood feud is fate

There is no need to be a bystander

The world of mortals stand or pass

The legacy of Fenghua has no intention of promoting a good story

Indescribable painting between thick ink and ink

silent thanks

Singing in and out of the play is full of prosperity

Heavy makeup conceals Jian Jia

A thought of persistent faith fainted

Unnecessary blue silk for white hair

Achievement and fame are annihilated in an instant

The sweetheart turned around and panicked decisively

Meditating on his illusion

Since then, the ends of the earth will not be hurt

Since then, we have been together forever