The strong fragrance of peace is burned in the house.

Xiao Qingyang was holding the brocade quilt, his pair of phoenix eyes were fixed on the young monk meditating by the window, the candlelight swaying, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and he hit the wooden fish slowly.

She felt at ease and gradually became sleepy.

The night is getting deeper.

The monk raised his eyes.

The girl slept on the couch, with her hair as a waterfall. Her little face without makeup looked particularly cold and cool in the daytime, but in the long night, her eyelashes were mottled and her slightly locked eyebrows were particularly pitying.

She had a sword beside her pillow.

I think it's very uneasy at night.

The scene of her first meeting flashed through Nan Chengyi's mind.

He was still a playboy at that time.

With a black suit and a horsetail, a ray of a night jade lion, a gentleman's sword wearing a frost and a wine gourd, she walked through the mountains and rivers all day long.

In winter three years ago, he passed by a deep mountain and was robbed by local bandits.

With his own strength, he brought a nest of about a hundred people, but he was seriously injured and fell in a snowy weed to die.

The cold wind gradually rose, and the fine snow fell on his cheeks.

He heard a sneer.

He opened his eyes and saw a girl in red suddenly appearing in the hazy place.

The girl squatted in front of him with a sword, with soap boots, black pants, red clothes and cold face.

She tilted her head: "You killed all the bandits in the mountains?"

At that time, he was bleeding and his mind was groggy.

He thought he had hallucinations before his death.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, and nowhere did he get the strength, and suddenly carried the girl into his arms.

He pressed against her ear and was so angry that he said: "God is so open-minded. He must have thought of me saving countless people. He gave me a great beauty when I was dying. I have never hugged a girl in my life."

Young Ranger, with a romantic spirit.

He kissed Xiao Qingyang's cheek frivolously.

Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes widened and raised his hand to slap him in the face!

She stood up, blushed, and tried her best to kick him: "Rogue, shameless!"

"hiss……"

Nan Chengyi was so painful that he was sucking cold air.

This beauty is even more fierce than the wildest Hummer!

He thought, gradually losing consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

When I woke up again, I had already changed into clean clothes and lay in the spacious and warm carriage.

The wound was bandaged very well, and he actually saved his life.

The cold wind rolled up the curtains, and he saw the girl in red riding on a horse, with a red ribbon tied with a high ponytail, and her silk-like black hair hanging down on her waist, with a delicate waist.

He forced himself to sit up, stared at the girl, and chuckled.

A beauty is fierce, but she saved his life...

"Young man is awake?"

The delicate female voice suddenly rang.

Nan Chengyi looked at him and there was a girl kneeling beside the couch, dressed in exquisite and wealthy manner.

She smiled and presented hot tea: "My girl hates men's frivolity the most. She saved you because of the little husband's passion for slaughtering bandits. Don't stare at her. She gets angry, but she will dig your eyes!"

He took the hot tea and bent his eyes: "It sounds so fierce."

He ate a bite of hot tea, but still couldn't help looking at Xiao Qingyang.

The mountains and rivers are all white.

By the mountain stream, a girl was wearing red clothes and urging her horse to walk. The mountain wind blew her hairband and brushed her white and cold cheeks, like a white landscape painting.

It looks really good.

"Little Langjun," the maid smiled and reached out to shake her hand in front of him. "My girl has already betrothed. You are not incompatible with her when you stare at her like this."

"Betrothed by someone?"

Nan Chengyi was stunned.

He immediately laughed, withdrew his gaze, and exclaimed casually: "Your tea is very fragrant."

"The tea is good and the water is good, and my skills in making tea are also excellent. It is of course very fragrant when my little husband drinks it."

"You are smart and clever, what's your name?"

"What do you call Xiuxiu. Xiaolangjun?"

There was heavy snow in front of me, and I couldn't see where the official road led.

He is handsome and eloquent, and can easily make girls like him.

He was kind to their master and servant, and wanted to add fun to the journey, so he talked and laughed with Xiuxiu. The carriage bumped for a moment, and Xiuxiu let out a light cry and crashed into his arms.

He helped her up, but heard a sneer from outside the window: "Dengtuzi."

He looked at the girl in red and proudly opened her face.

...

The sound of wooden fish.

The princess on the couch frowned in her sleep, muttered something, kicked the brocade quilt open restlessly, rolled up a piece of silk pants, revealing her white and slender ankles, and the tent was tempting.

The whole room was filled with sweet fragrance of peace and the charcoal fire was very strong.

He lowered his head and stared silently at the faded red painted wooden fish in his hand.

Inexplicably, upset and irritable.

Wax tears piled up in the golden tray held by the crane's mouth.

On the couch, even though she smelled the fragrance of the sun, Xiao Qingyang was sleeping uneasy.

The crow's sideburns were covered with fine cold sweat, and the delicate eyebrows were tightly locked.

In the dream, the sound of wooden fish that made her feel at ease gradually fade away.

The Zen room was quiet, and the darkness around it was rich and deep, as if it could drip out the ink color.

The rustling sounded in the corner, as if something was crawling from the darkness.

Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes.

An enlarged face is reflected in the pupil.

Half of her beautiful face was gnawed, like rotten wild fruit. She disheveled her hair and was wearing a bloody clothes. She stood at the head of her bed, gradually bent her bloody lips at her, and smiled strangely.

She was proud: "Your Highness, you have caught you..."

The white boned hand suddenly pinched Xiao Qingyang's neck.

Xiao Qingyang wanted to reach out and touch the sword, but he couldn't touch it [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.me].

She gradually suffocated-

"Xiao Qingyang!"

Outside the chaos, sound came.

Someone is calling her.

Xiao Qingyang was sweating profusely and suddenly opened his eyes.

She gasped, and the Danfeng eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, looking at Nan Chengyi helplessly.

Nan Chengyi was holding her hand.

When he was in a daze with the wooden fish in his heart, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed in his dream and grabbed her neck like crazy. Then he stepped forward to save him.

His face turned pale: "You pinch your neck, are you crazy?"

Xiao Qingyang's temples were soaked with cold sweat, and they were pressed against his pale cheeks.

She threw herself into Nan Chengyi's arms: "Brother of the Nan family...I'm scared!"

She described the dream: "...When we found Xiuxiu, her face was half eaten by the refugees. The female ghost in the dream was her! But I never harmed her. Brother Nan family, she grew up with me since childhood, and I treated her as a sister. After she died, I even brought her ashes back to Chang'an for burial. How could I feel sorry for her?!"

The girl is thin.

On a cold winter night, there is a fear that has never been seen before.

No, she had experienced this fear of death once before.

Nan Chengyi's face was cage in the shadow of the tent.

He let the girl hold him and cry until she cries so hard that she gradually loses her strength.

There is a faint fragrance of peach flowers on the girl.

He sniffed deeply and said softly: "Don't think too much. Go to bed, it's still early to dawn."

Xiao Qingyang's face was covered in tears.

Once she falls asleep, the female ghost will come to her dream.

She was afraid to fall asleep...
Chapter completed!