Qing Lan Ji

The knife is also a person who can bully the few with more. "

Luo Wan said: "Do you already think you will lose?"

His tone and voice were calm, without even a hint of confidence.

Qu Zhijun suddenly felt pity for Chaolu.

Chao Lu may not understand until his death what kind of opponent he is facing!

There was a kind of appreciation in his heart that was close to admiration, and a sourness that was close to jealousy.The premonition of seeing the end of a long road is more intoxicating than the most beautiful wine.At this time, he finally realized that it is difficult for people to make subtle remarks that complement the timing.What he wanted to say was extremely ordinary.

"I didn't expect you to do this for him."

Luo Wan said: "It's none of his business, nor yours or Xiao Chenghou's. I'm here for myself."

He looks past Qu Zhijun again, like he's just a misplaced piece of furniture.Ying Tianchang put one hand on his shoulder and looked at him in bewilderment.I felt a sticky, throbbing pain in my palm.Rowan suddenly laughed.

"You're tempted."

☆、The final chapter of Huang Liang

Wen Jianjian sat inside the curtain.

It was snowing outside the curtain.

Although pedestrians probably only felt the wet and cold snow like light rain, the ground was only soft and rotten mud.But the white gaps between the blue walls and black tiles, and the bare branches of the trees, told her that this was a real snow.

The first snow, weak, dirty, and incomplete, will be defeated immediately when it encounters the residual temperature on the surface.It will take a long time before it can be white, thick, overwhelming, and indestructible.She quietly imagined that scene without any likes or dislikes.

The wall of the cup is touching and warm.The smell of charcoal fire is fragrant.Someone lifted the curtain, but not even a bit of cold air was brought in.

Qu Zhijun walked across to her and sat down peacefully.

Wen Jianjian raised the poured wine to the height of her eyebrows.

Her forehead was still smooth, and her eyes were dark and bright.Her posture was demure with a touch of shyness, almost that of a maiden.

Qu Zhijun took the wine cup with both hands, and there was only undisguised love and reverence in his eyes.

He drank the wine down.Then put his hands on his knees and slowly lowered his head.

Under the lights, his kneeling posture reflected a simple and smooth silhouette on the screen.

Wen Jianjian didn't look at the person opposite, but just looked fascinated at the shadows of the two on the screen.She turned her head slightly, and the steps on the shadow also swayed slightly, and the edges of the beads and ornaments were complicated and meticulous.With all the colors faded, they look like immortals playing chess in the sky, and their feet under the hem of their clothes have never tasted the taste of the ground.She reached for another glass of wine.

"It was the best dream I could have ever had," she said.

Looking at the endless snow outside the window, Yan Fengyue sighed in vain.

The snow on the roof is crystal clear and flawless, which makes people have the urge to destroy. No matter how many footprints, horseshoes and ruts run over the road, it will quickly be covered with a layer of powder. OK.He almost sympathized with the donkeys who were moving as slowly as possible on the road.

The icicles fell from the eaves, and the pierced air froze in an instant.There are still charcoal fires in the pavilion, there are narcissus and red plums with broken branches and put in vases. One of the distinguished guests rests his left foot on his right knee, playing with his fingernails, and the other is studying the hanging scroll on the wall intently. No matter who looks They all acted like they couldn't help.

Finally, one of them showed great kindness, stepped forward and patted the pavilion master on the shoulder, and said, "If you don't tell us, how will we know where your pain is? What about letters? Take it out for everyone to study."

Yan Fengyue turned her head abruptly, scaring the distinguished guest back three steps, and said fiercely: "No."

Ying Tianchang persuaded: "If you don't say a word directly, it doesn't mean you are cruelly rejecting it."

Luo Wan said: "Although there are only a few words, I also feel that the master of Chuancaifang is definitely not a person who is emotional."

Yan Fengyue said: "Thank you, I very much hope that she can act emotionally once." He began to pace back and forth in the room frantically. "What do you know? When I was injured, I used to lie on her bed. She used to feed me medicine..."

"I even put my slender hand on your forehead." Ying Tianchang added melodiously.

"I once stuck a needle into your person." Rowan also added.

"That's why I don't understand!" Yan Fengyue said in despair. "She obviously broke up with the woman she loves so much for me! Although she didn't break up in the end. I'm deserted, I'm desperate, I'm down and out, you shut me up first! At the time, only she believed that I had a chance to make a comeback!"

Ying Tianchang said: "It can be seen that she trusts you completely. It is easy for you to get a woman's love, but it is very difficult to get her trust."

Rowan said: "You have obtained something more precious than love."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled approvingly after they finished speaking.Yan Fengyue seemed to be very moved. After chewing silently for a long time, she finally showed an expression of enlightenment. She clapped her hands together, raised her head and said to Luo Wan, "I said before that you wouldn't condescend to me, but you finally agreed to me. three things."

Rowan said: "Yes."

Yan Fengyue said: "The first thing is to accept the little guy as an apprentice. The second thing is to go to the Thousand-Pin Banquet for me. There is one more thing, I have finally thought of it now."

Luo Wan said: "It's okay for the pavilion master to say."

"Please, together with that bastard next to you, disappear from my eyes immediately, the sooner the better."

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