Bone

The night in Qinyuan is as quiet as the night in Qingyuan, but far less beautiful than the night in Qingyuan.

In a corner of a remote place, a clump of fire was burning. The man in blue stood leisurely by the tree, and the man in red sat lazily under the tree, throwing various clothes into the fire one after another.

"The white one in front is better, plain and clean." Tan Fengyue commented.

A little tired, Qin Nianjiu rubbed his eyes and said with disapproval: "I think this light yellow one is better, for children, it's tender."

Tan Fengyue cools him down, "If you want to be tender, why not just let him wear a red bellyband."

"Red bellyband?" Qin Nianjiu rolled his eyes at him, "It's for him to pretend to be a boy in his dream, not to pretend to be a red kid—come on, try the blue one again."

Sanjiu stood next to the fire with a sad face and hands down. Every time the fire licked up a piece of clothing, a small whirlwind would roll up the ashes and blow the rising smoke to him, forming a mist until the smoke dissipated. , The clothes were changed.

Changing from one to the other, following Qin Nianjiu's instructions and turning around a few times, raising his arms and putting them down again, showing his clothes in all directions, Sanjiu lamented weakly: "Let's just take this one, I think blue looks good..."

Qin Nianjiu looked around carefully, but still shook his head, "It makes your face turn blue, it's not right. Let's change to that turmeric one?"

"..." Xin said that my face was clearly tired, and Sanjiu watched the smoke rise again speechlessly, changed the turmeric jacket on her body, and complained with her mouth curled up, "This is Have you bought all the clothes in Qinyuan..."

Seeing Tan Fengyue shaking her head again, she said "Change again", her eyes turned dark, "..."

The evening wind was blowing, seeing that the remaining black ash rags were almost extinguishing the flames, and the clothes on his body were still being changed one by one. Sanjiu looked like weeping, and finally heard the ghost Jun Qiqi said "Okay" and "This is a good one", and he couldn't help but feel refreshed. He lowered his head excitedly and saw that the one he was wearing was not much different from the first one. The white one is just a few dark lines of flowing clouds, and the eyes can't help but get darker. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said angrily, "You guys are playing with me!"

"Where!" Qin Nianjiu coughed lightly amusedly, and patted his head to comfort him, "Isn't this...uh..." He thought for a while, and picked up a slightly slang saying, "...the workman wants to be good In order to do something, you must first sharpen your weapon?"

"..." Sanjiusheng straightened his clothes unrepentantly, and looked up at Qin Nianjiu with a little grievance, "Why did I go instead of you... It's all a dream, just pretend to be Naluo Isn't it better to bid farewell to them with the appearance of my sister?"

"No, no." Qin Nianjiu waved his hands again and again, "The pretending Luo Qingyu is not the real Luo Qingyu, how can I say goodbye to her family and pretend to be a relative? I still have to ask you to go - since you are Qinyuan Strangers, they think you look familiar, and it's...uh, cough..."

He was afraid of hurting Sanjiu's heart, so he choked for a while, Tan Fengyue then naturally continued his words, "Again, like Luo Qingyu, she was also abducted by traitors, so it's up to you to talk to Luo Qingyu." The family explained that it was for the best."

Without waiting for Sanjiu to argue a few more words, he continued to ask: "Have you memorized all the arguments I taught you?"

Sanjiu had no choice but to nod, "...I remember it by heart."

He has always been quick-witted and quick to memorize things. He picked out a few key points with his fingers, and recited them to Tan Fengyue, shaking his head, "...I made a big fuss about 'Lucky Express' earlier, and it was also inspired by the immortal... Xi Luo After being abducted, Qingyu encountered an accident... Now that the traitor is dead, she should be able to enter the reincarnation safely... If the relationship is gone, there will always be another relationship..."

Obviously he had memorized this set of words, but he had to recite them under Xianjun's scrutiny, he was inevitably a little nervous, swallowed, and his voice stumbled, "Oh, and, uh... Set up a tomb for her, and it will stand on... stand on..."

Seeing that he was stuck, Tan Fengyue reminded at the right time: "Southeast of the town——"

It was a blessed land that his immortal had surveyed earlier, and Sanjiu immediately took it smoothly, "In the southeast corner of the town, on the right side of the mountain forest, there is a wide field with silk thatch..."

Listening to Tan Fengyue and Sanjiu father's kind and son-in-law's quiz and answer, Qin Nianjiu, who was free, yawned for a long time, and looked wearily at the moon.

It was the idea of ​​the ancestor earlier.

He was also to blame, for he made up a nonsense "in the west" by accident, and put Luo Qingyu into the "Wandering City". When "Changman Embroidery Workshop" met the Luo family, they saw Mrs. Na Luo's face showing signs of premature aging. This time, seeing her from a distance, she has already shown signs of impending doom. I'm afraid it will be bad It's impossible to explain it to them, and it's not good to tell them the whole truth. It's better to weave them a half-true dream, conceal the cause of Luo Qingyu's death, and only confess that she has died. The fact of returning to the west, let them have some hope with the theory of "continuing fate"...

Luo Qingyu is indeed dead, and is still suffering in the split red lotus hell. If a relative can set up a grave for her and burn sacrifices for her, it will at least accumulate some merit for her, and when she really re-enters the cycle of reincarnation It is the most appropriate thing to get some shade and have a good pregnancy.

... Although I don't know how effective it is, let's try it like this first.Qin Nianjiu propped his head drowsily, listening to Sanjiu ask about Fengyue: "Then I should say that I am a boy under the fairy seat?"

Tan Fengyue glanced at the drowsy ghost, and said casually: "Let's just say it belongs to Jiuling Tianzun."

Sanjiu nodded, secretly remembered, and recited the set of words silently several times in his heart.Tan Fengyue straightened his clothes for him, turned over his collar, and then gave Qin Nianjiu a nudge, "Thank you, Tianzun, send him to his dream."

……

It was the dead of night, and it was on the eaves under the moon again.

In terms of the beauty of the night scene alone, even ten Qinyuan gardens are far less than one Qingyuan.Without the moonlight-filled glass, there is only a black and bald tiled roof, dormant under the night like a pool of stagnant water. Tan Fengyue and Qin Nianjiu are sitting on the eaves of Changman Embroidery Workshop, hiding under the dark night. out of shape.

Sanjiu has been sent into the dreamland of the Luo family. If it were normal, the ghost beside him would have worriedly babbled to him: I don’t know if he succeeded, I don’t know if Sanjiu looks like her, I don’t know his words I don't know if he recites it well, I don't know if he has slipped his mouth, and if the Luo family believes it...

But at this moment, the ghost seemed to be a little sleepy, and he just closed his eyes and pursed his lips in silence.He propped his chin up with a black umbrella, his head swung lightly from side to side, and then it drooped lower and lower little by little as if he couldn't stand sleepiness.

...Thinking that he stayed up all night, checked the formation and fought with Gong Buwang, and just sent Sanjiu to sleep, he must be really tired.It was rare for Tan Fengyue to be considerate and didn't make him talk, she just thought about where to stay for a while, so that this ghost could have a good rest, but suddenly her shoulders were heavy——

Really sleepy, the black umbrella was thin and wobbly, and couldn't support himself, Qin Nianjiu frowned slightly in a daze, found an object, pushed it up, and muttered vaguely, "Let me rely on you." Come on," and closed his eyes drowsily.

"..."

Tan Fengyue stared blankly at the ghost that suddenly leaned on her body, and it took a long time to react. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to push the ghost away, but just as her hand touched him, she paused again, turning into something strange Pushing instead of pulling, she lowered him and put him on her lap as a pillow.

The temperature on this patriarch's body is far from as cold as he looks on the outside. Qin Nianjiu, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, only felt the warmth on the pillow, which made him unknowingly loosen his slightly frowning brows, and even breathe lightly. Slowed down a lot.

She couldn't figure out what she was doing, Tan Fengyue looked down at the ghost who was asleep in her arms, and even forgot to take back the hand on him, "..."

Normally, he doesn't have such kindness and patience, but right now—it's like that silver fan, he felt it was in his hand, so he used it as a weapon. I thought it was quite convenient, so I took it like this.

... Just think of it as doing a good deed every day and accumulating merit.

Then again, how could this ghost sleep so peacefully on his lap as if it was defenseless against him... Anyway, it's better to worry about the "difference between immortals and ghosts" than to create a rift with him better.Tan Fengyue lowered her head slightly, and glanced at Yin Hun's side by the moonlight—the bruises pinched out by Gong Buhuang's ruthless hands were still there, purple and blue.

Like a ghost again, he gently put his hand on it, and lifted it up after a while, and the large bruises faded away and became invisible.

... Cough, this is doing two good deeds every day.

The bruises disappeared, and he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, but his eyes still hung on the ghost.

... Rao even he had to admit that the appearance of this ghost changed slightly every day, and it really became much better.

When Chen Wenyu died, he was about twenty years old, and his face still had a bit of childishness that hadn't faded away. His cheeks were plump, his lips were plump, and he had a handsome appearance, but this ghost's original appearance was much more heroic, with eyebrows like eyebrows. Ink painting, eyelashes like crow's feathers, high nose bridge, sharp jaw line, eyes closed when sleeping, thin lips are also slightly pursed... It is clearly a stern look.

Tan Fengyue's eyes lingered on his face for a while, and then fell back on his pursed lips.

Ever since the two of them got acquainted, this ghost has been smiling all the time, either hooking his lips, or grinning, or sneering, or smiling on the surface... The expression is not to say that it is not rich.At first glance, the corners of his mouth had no curvature, but Tan Fengyue felt a little unaccustomed to it, and somehow felt a little uncomfortable, which made him frown unconsciously, reached up and gently pressed the corner of the ghost's mouth, slightly Lifting it up a bit and making him look like a smile made him feel quite pleasing to the eye.

Most likely he had already fallen into a deep sleep, and even though he played tricks like this, the ghost still didn't wake up, and his breathing was still long.Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows, let go of the corner of his mouth, and carefully moved the hand that was on his shoulder down a few inches to cover his arm.

This ghost is wearing Xiayan satin, which is as soft as Xiaxia and silky as smoke in his hands, but his arms are wrapped with layers of gauze, which is rough and hard even through the clothes.

... If he hadn't been reminding this ghost to change his medicine from time to time, this arm would have been useless long ago.Tan Fengyue shook her head slightly, her eyes continued to cruise down, and she placed it on his slightly curled hand, which then swam over and touched his palm lightly.

They have always been used to pulling each other, but they seldom touch hands like this... When I first saw this ghost, he had just changed into Chen Wenyu's young master's shell, and Chen Wenyu looked like the type whose fingers do not touch the spring water. The palms are all white and tender... Anyway, this ghost has already slept to death, and Tan Fengyue has let go of his movements a lot, and draws his fingers along his fingertips to his tiger's mouth, swirls in his palm, and slips again. When it reached the base of his fingers, a layer of calluses had already formed, presumably it was a change that also came along with the "soul".

Judging from the moves used by this ghost, it is not difficult to guess that he also used a sword when he was alive, and now it is true.Tan Fengyue supported her head with one hand, and idly stroked the ghost's palm with the other, then suddenly stopped her fingers.

If he remembers correctly, this ghost should be left-handed, when holding an umbrella, making spells, and fighting... But what he is touching now is this ghost's right hand?

Before he frowned suspiciously, there was a sudden commotion in the main houses under the eaves, and the night watchman on the porch hurriedly got up to light the lamp, and just as he put his hand on the door, the door was pushed from inside with a bang. It opened, and the footsteps were noisy for a while.

At the same time, Sanjiu popped up from behind them, his voice full of joy and unconcealed pride: "Xianjun Guijun! I'm back—eh? You..." He looked at Tan Fengyue in confusion, Then he looked at Qin Nianjiu who was lying on his lap, "Isn't Xianjun... trying to put Guijun to sleep?"

"..." Tan Fengyue was inexplicably guilty for a moment, but soon stabilized her mind, Shi Shiran withdrew her hand, and skipped his question, "How is the matter going?"

Sanjiuyi's pair of round eyes turned around the two of them, seeing Qin Nianjiu waking up, he stood up in a daze, thinking that he was disturbing the ghost, so he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment , and then replied in a long voice: "Smooth and smooth!——"