Distress Tours

After working hard for a day, the restoration of the former Boqing Pavilion was shrouded in the faint moonlight, and there was also an inexplicable sadness in his eyes. The warnings of Buluomei and the reality of the situation were like a big stone on his heart. , I can't breathe for a long time.

The surrounding terrain has been destroyed, causing Xuefeiyan to dry up. Fortunately, the plum tree there was transplanted into the courtyard. With the refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms, Murongqing sat alone under the tree, and the cool breeze at night scattered the petals all over the place. On the shoulders and on the stone table, it was obviously supposed to be a leisurely scene, but he couldn't calm down.

A pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine is about to bottom out, and the Lingtai also wants to be clearer. Pour another cup and pour out all the remaining sweetness. The instant fragrance is so tangy that it attracts a little greedy cat from afar.

"It smells so good!" Following the scent and walking into the courtyard, Bu Luomei immediately saw the cold Murong Qing all over her body, and she hurriedly greeted her, "Hey, the owner of the restaurant wants to relieve his worries by himself?"

Murongqing raised her chin, indicating the vacant seat next to her, and Bu Luomei also sat aside unceremoniously, before he said: "If you want to drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine, go dig there, the kitchen is empty."

"Oh!" Bu Luomei rubbed her shriveled belly. The high-ranking people in the show had already been fed up with food. Facing the messy kitchen, the poor girl and Fu Changgui took out some unspoiled food and ordered two bowls. Clear soup and noodles were enough to satisfy her hunger, but at night she was so hungry that she left the room.

After all, he was making enough food and clothing by himself, and Bu Luomei dug out the two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that he had buried before, knocked the porcelain on the table lightly, and was about to imitate Murong Qing's drinking in front of Fenghuayue, but he was the only one in the glass at this moment The one who was drinking, had no choice but to lift the lid in a heroic manner, and a sweet and mellow scent came out of his nostrils. He poured his head up, and within a few seconds, he was choked by the sweetness that entered his throat, so he bent over and coughed violently.

Thinking of caring for the clansmen, Murong Qing patted her trembling back with some headaches, feeling sorry for the wine spilled into the mud, and said: "Osmanthus fragrans is not for drinking."

"I...cough, cough, cough," Buluomei, who finally recovered after coughing for a while, sighed slightly, and obediently had a drink, "Thank you, owner."

"You're not called Holy Master anymore?" Murong Qing heard her change of address, and stared at the flickering moonlight in the cup jokingly, then knocked on the stone table lightly after a while, and asked, "Why are you here?" ?”

"What's the matter?" repeated, did you go out to look for food?Looking at Murongqing, the Holy Master of Niyu, who is full of worries, Bu Luomei's agile eyes turned, and she thought about it: "There was nothing wrong with it, but now there is, the owner of the Niyu clan had a sacrificial son before and replaced it with a new one before he died. example?"

Murong Qing still had an indifferent expression as usual, after glancing at Buluomei, she took another sip of the fragrance and said slowly: "As far as I know, there is not."

Since the Niyu clan's sacrifices have been passed down from generation to generation, there have never been two sacrifices at the same time. Is it because of her appearance, or is it because of the fact that this is the case? Sent it down the throat.

"But now I..." Murong Qing's words paused, her piercing gaze shifted to a nearby bush, without stopping, a plum blossom was stuck to her hand, and she threw it at the place where her gaze was, a familiar scream followed randomly out.

"There's an assassin?!" Buluomei was a little drunk, and she stood up abruptly after a while, only to see Fu Changgui groaning and fell to the ground, crushing the shrubs that had been neatly arranged, "So it's , Shopkeeper!"

"Why is the shopkeeper hiding in the dark?" Bu Luomei asked puzzled, this posture really seemed to be eavesdropping.

"I didn't!" Fu Changgui rubbed his calf with a face full of tears, but the instigator hadn't appeared yet, "I was just passing by and saw Mr. Xiang there..."

"Ahem," the named Mr. Xiang stepped into the moonlight slowly, just when Buluomei's doubts turned to him, he preemptively said, "Amei, why are your hands stained with mud?"

"I just dug sweet-scented osmanthus..." She took a look at it, and there were still dirt marks on her hands that hadn't been wiped clean.

"Haha, thank you for your hospitality!" Ke Xiang Duxiu had already walked towards the stone table, without any explanation, grabbed the spout of the pot, raised his head and tilted it down, only to see his protruding throat rolled, and a little wine flowed to his jaw, his Adam's apple , neck, and then fell into the shadow of the cross collar, Bu Luomei came back to her senses in a daze, this drinking posture might only feel bloody to others, but now they feel that he is rare and unrestrained.

Soon, Xiang Duxiu calmly put down the jug, wiped his cuffs casually, and handed it to Buluomei with a sideways smile. When his eyes met, his heart throbbed for a moment. Pushing it in front of my eyes, I suddenly came back to my senses, took a few steps back, hid behind the tree trunk, and looked at Xiang Duxiu vigilantly from time to time.

Buluomei's series of abnormal behaviors made Xiang Duxiu's heart flutter, and suddenly wondered if it was because of... that thing?Immediately, her voice trembled slightly: "Amei, what did you see?"

After getting along with each other before, Bu Luomei herself knew Xiang Duxiu's abnormality, and she lost her composure for a moment, and she was completely teasing, and said with a poof, "I saw it hahahahahaha...you!"

After a false alarm, Xiang Duxiu returned to normal, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, and threw her long hair lying on her chest behind her back, and then pulled up Bu Luomei who was already squatting on the ground with a smile, "Rebuild the Boqing Museum in the daytime You have been busy for a long time, are you still not sleepy?"

Speaking of the post-disaster reconstruction work of the Boqing Museum, Bu Luomei only needs to cooperate with the owner to sing, and the owner is the main force. She only plays support. To be honest, it is really effortless. The real contribution is Fu Changgui who has returned to the room. She sighed, "I'm hungry."

……

Murong Qing, who had a headache, stopped watching the two quarreling, slandered that the good sweet-scented osmanthus wine should be used as strong wine, and quietly went back to the room with the last pot of unopened sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing.

Bu Luomei, who was sent back to her room, was still awake, and instead she was writing the urgent pen at the desk, thinking that since Murong Qing had already given the spoiler, she might as well get to the bottom of it, and directly wrote a letter full of follow-ups and sent it to Su Huan Really, I only hope that I can sacrifice less, and I can save some people with selfishness.

Anyway, my own existence itself is already the first variable in the play, since there is already a variable, let her play its role to the maximum.

Is it just convincing with just a few words?Buluomei thought for a while, and took out the neon feather totem dagger that he carried with him. The blade was not very sharp, but it was not blunt either. ink.

Although only a small incision was made, the fine pain was still spreading. Bu Luomei washed the wound and blood stains with green tea, and when she raised her hand again, she saw that the wound on her fingertips had disappeared. If it wasn't for the pain, she almost thought it was just now. No cut was made.

Wait, she didn't use psychic power, the wound healed itself, could it be that it was actually her own ability?Bu Luomei seemed to have discovered something serious, she regained her thoughts, picked up the dagger and gestured on her arm for a long time, but finally gave up.

"Sending you thousands of miles away is a farewell." Xiang Duxiu sighed, "Master Murong will send you here!"

"..." Murongqing, who had no intention of "sending you off" at all, stood in front of the gate of the Boqing Pavilion, and did not make a statement, while Fu Changgui, who was at the side, handed the package that had been prepared to Buluomei, and said earnestly, "Miss Amei Ah, take care of yourself."

"Thank you shopkeeper! And the curator!" Bu Luomei naturally knew that the two of them had prepared this item, but someone had a duplicity.

Sure enough, after Murong Qing heard the words, she hummed in an inaudible way. Compared to his unpredictable, Fu Changgui looked concerned, "Miss Amei, remember to come back and have a look later."

"Of course, Xue Feiyan..." Xiang Duxiu was about to continue, but was cut off by Bu Luomei, "I will."

If it wasn't for Xue Feiyan's hopelessness, Buluomei would guarantee that Xiang Duxiu would not leave so quickly while thinking about leaving, but after thinking about it, it would be a bit embarrassing for him not to soak in hot springs for a long time, thinking of Buluomei Chaoxiang Duxiu Looking at it, that guy is still glamorous and fragrant, so he doesn't look a bit embarrassed. Speaking of it, he seems to be like this all the time, except for the last time, when he came down from Jiuchang Guiyuantai, he was lying on her bedside, although he was a little tired, but his eyes Looking at her eyes are still deep and hot, just like now...

Wait, Bu Luomei came back to her senses, her cheeks were on fire, she hurriedly lowered her head, and looked away from him, her heart was hard to calm down, she actually peeked at Xiang Duxiu and was still unable to move her eyes away after being discovered by the other party.

"Ahem," Murong Qing rubbed his temples, and finally couldn't help interrupting: "In that case, you guys should go on your way."

"..."

Well, although the two of them walked a long way slowly, Bu Luomei still saw the two figures in front of the Boqing Pavilion not leave. With a sigh, Xiang Duxiu in front of her lightly called her to regain her senses, and stretched out her hand towards her. She said with a gentle smile, "Amei, come on."

"Well," replied solemnly, Bu Luomei went to hold her hands tightly, and smiled, "Then please give me more advice from now on!"

"The goal this time is Tianxuan Mountain?" After a pause, Bu Luomei realized that the goal was Lengquan.

"Well, I remember you once said that the cold spring in Tianxuan Mountain is worth a trip." After finishing speaking, he tightened Bu Luomei's hand and warmed her up secretly, Xiang Duxiu lowered his eyelashes, "You have injuries Heal, reason to do something beneficial."

Bu Luomei's heart twitched, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she buried her head behind his arm, and rubbed it obediently, "Thank you for caring about me, Axiang."

Feeling the temperature approaching from behind, Xiang Duxiu came back to his senses and asked her to lean on his chest. The blue hair in front of him lay obediently behind him like its owner. He was about to rub it, and gradually approached two quick steps behind him. A man with flowing white hair and an awe-inspiring sword intent led a woman in pink with a dusty and independent demeanor walking quickly.

Bu Luomei also heard the sound, and opened the distance until the two left, but they didn't look back, after a pause, they whispered: "Yes, Jian Zhichu and Xiao Feitian."

"En." Xiang Duxiu smoothed her hair.

Judging from the direction they left, they went to the Boqing Pavilion and didn't run away.

The author has something to say:

Murong Qing: Xue Feiyan's water cannot be gathered within a day or two, and the terrain of the mountains here has been destroyed...

Xiang Duxiu: I understand, I will leave immediately