September is a cool and crisp autumn day. It rains the least in Lanling during this period of the year. The flowers have not withered, the grass is still green, the trees are lush, and the scenery is beautiful.
At the initial meeting of the Wulin, there should be many matters that need to be handled by the new alliance leader. However, the disciples in Poyue Pavilion rarely see the indifferent Pavilion Leader for several days in a row. Instead, they often see Shao Bi, who has been promoted to the deputy leader of Taiwei Hall, frowning. Running around everywhere, I can't seem to let go of my tiredness.
Deputy Hall Master Shen was no longer around, Zixiu was forbidden to worry about the affairs of the pavilion, and the remaining Hall Master of Tianshi Hall was a nerd. For a time, everything fell on Shao Bi, who was smart, clever and good at maneuvering.
The master of the pavilion said not to bother him at least until the wedding.
During her sleep, her limbs and senses had deteriorated. In order to help Xia Qingluan recover as soon as possible, Wei Moyan spent the whole day on the top of the seven-story pavilion helping her with some martial arts and internal strength training. The rest of the time, the two of them would either walk nearby or prepare separately. For the coming day.
Everything seemed calm and peaceful as never before.
"Why bother posting quack posts? It's not a big deal."
Behind Poyue Pavilion is densely covered with green bamboo, and the large bamboo forest is quiet and quiet. Walking deeper, you can see the small jingshe building in just one stick of incense. It is simple but elegant inside and out. The light tea in the hands of the woman in white and snowy clothes is slightly cold. , the slanting light of the sunset falls through the xuan window into the bottom of the cup, reflecting the rich tea red color.
"Why is it not a big deal? I want to marry you. Not only should everyone in the world know about it, but even the gods, Buddhas and immortals above the nine heavens and beyond the sky should also be able to see clearly."
Xia Qingluan has become accustomed to his contempt for the way of heaven. He is the one who scolds the world for being unkind, and he is the one who always wants to change his destiny. It seems that nothing in this world can subjugate him, the dragon among men. What he wants is Will definitely do it.
The marriage of the two has been decided. Originally, Xia Qingluan planned to simply go to court in three weeks and it would be over, but Wei Moyan didn't agree at all and insisted on telling the world so that everyone would know.
How could he allow others to interfere with the forbidden treasure in his hands? He just wanted to let everyone in the world know that Xia Qingluan belonged to him from now on.
He didn't like the bland tea, so he frowned and poured it away. The ground immediately turned a darker earth color than the surroundings. He raised his hand and took her wrist and looked outside, his eyes calm and calm: "Follow me to a place."
No one has ever taught Xia Qingluan what it means to be a woman, and no one has asked her how to respect etiquette and discipline. Those men and women who are not close to each other in martial arts are a joke. Even such public quarrels are commonplace. Sometimes, he even Will say embarrassing things regardless of the surrounding environment.
But who cares? The two of them should be dancing in harmony with each other.
She had never been to a place deeper in the bamboo forest. Just as she was wondering, a clean sweat towel was handed to her: "Cover your eyes."
"What are you going to do again?" She frowned slightly, but she didn't doubt him in the end. She took the sweat towel and tied it neatly behind her head. The sudden darkness made her subconsciously reach out her hand to fumble forward, but she broke into a firm In the palm of your hand.
"This way."
There was only the sound of footsteps and the rustling of clothing in the forest. That hand was holding her, neither too fast nor too slow. It always matched the speed of her footsteps just right, so there was no need to worry about her feet being unstable and losing her center of gravity. In terms of being careful, Xia Qing Luan is far inferior to him.
Gradually, you can smell the fragrant fragrance, and the faint chirping of insects, but the weather in September should not have other fragrances. The fragrance of cinnamon is continuous for ten miles, and that is the special smell of Lanling and even the entire Jiangnan.
The steps in front of her stopped, and the sweat towel loosened before her eyes. However, she was still immersed in the unexpected fragrance of flowers without opening her eyes, sniffing the mixed but pleasant smell curiously.
A woman loves flowers just as a man loves a sword. It is only natural that she will look good to those who please her and die for her confidant.
There was a gentle whisper in his ears, something he had heard countless times before, but this time there was always something different, and there was warmth in his voice.
"The orchid flowers bloom and turn into snow. I just want to watch them with you. When the sea turns into mulberry fields, when I see you and I are both white and white."
My fingertips trembled, and I opened my eyes eagerly. My eyes were full of gorgeous youth, like falling from the sky, and flowers blooming like snow.
I've seen it, I've never seen it before, I can name it, I can't name it, all colorful, competing to open up, just for one person.
There are osmanthus but no flowers in September, but he went against the norm and cultivated this sea of flowers with human power, just because he had promised to accompany her to see the vast sky and earth in Donghu, and the orchid flowers blooming into snow, and to travel to the ends of the world, together with her
Blue falls and yellow spring.
No one has ever done so much for her.
"I will fulfill every word I promised. You and I promise to stay true to each other until death."
The warmth behind her chest is tightly wrapped, and the warmth in her hands is enough to melt away all indifference. Is it as the master said, in the rolling world of mortals, someone is destined to tame her, this cold and unruly luan bird, and spend their whole lives looking at each other without getting tired of it? What if this is the case?
Destiny, then it was the only destiny she was willing to accept.
Time stood still in the grinding of ears and temples, forgetting the hurt they had brought to each other, crossing their necks and exhaling. When they touched the undulating scars on his wrists, tears suddenly fell like rain.
Didn't he already mark her in his life?
That kind of love transcends life and death, exhausting all the glory and bustle of this world. Even if she retreats and turns around time and time again, she will never leave and wait for you. When you fall in love with her, you can't bear to leave her alone in the world, and would rather die together.
Killing her is proof of his deep love for her.
How many years have I been blinded by revenge, and the vast sea of people knows that there are people who are looking forward to linger but turn a blind eye. It is finally time to wake up, for whom the clothes are getting wider, and for whom the haggardness disappears.
"If you protect me, I will stay with you for the rest of my life." His shoulders were twisted and he was leaning in his arms. He had clear eyebrows and gentle lips. How could he be a blood-stained demon?
Even if the country is stained with blood, it's all for her.
The heat between lips and teeth spreads, steaming up the tears on the cheeks, and the sorrow disappears. The eyebrows quiver, the blue silk sleeves are full, and the sea of flowers blooms silently behind you, only sending waves of fragrant butterflies, playing a song of twins for eternity, and you will never forget to leave.
His breathing worsened, but he stopped moving, holding his slender waist, resting his chin on her thin shoulder, closing his eyes and sighing.
He will not rush beyond the thunder pool for a moment without any name or status. That would hurt her.
Although the desire is already hard to satisfy.
The world is a job, the country is a matchmaker, ink dyes the world of mortals like snow, and gods and demons do not die when the sword falls. However, the fame and wealth that mortals yearn for are not as good as this moment of quietly embracing each other, in each other's only destination.
"There are still seven days, but I can't wait any longer." Wei Moyan dipped his fingertips into his red lips and smiled softly, "If I had known better, I wouldn't have delayed it for so long. It would only make me distracted and sleepless all night."
Slapping his fingers away and quickly wiping away the moisture from her lower lip, Xia Qingluan was a little annoyed: "I would rather delay it for another ten or eight years."
"What if I don't live until then?"
"This has caused trouble for thousands of years. You have never been a good person." His waist was tied and he couldn't move, but she slapped his shoulder with a weak hand. He pressed his face against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and couldn't help but lower his voice.
: "If you die, I won't be able to wander the world anymore, so what's the difference?"
We have been deeply in love for many years, and we sleep together in life and death.
He lowered his head and covered his lips again, trying to pick up the warmth again, when suddenly there was a sharp whistle.
That was a signal that there was an emergency in the pavilion and he couldn't be found, urging him to return quickly.
Xia Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and held his shoulders and arms to stand up. Unexpectedly, he frowned and lowered his head, completely ignoring what was happening in the pavilion.
With her, the world is complete.
"You..." After a moment, he struggled back and his indifferent eyes were replaced by helplessness and a sigh, "There is something going on in the pavilion. As the master of the pavilion, you are somewhat self-aware. I don't want to be said to be a beauty who is a disaster and a monster who is a disaster to the country."
"Disappointing." He waved his hands heavily, his long eyebrows and narrow eyes were watery like mist, but he couldn't wipe away the warm smile, "That's all, I can't be lectured by you all the time. It's like another purple sleeve."