Chapter 754: Let the girl hold him and cry

The room was burning with a strong soothing fragrance.
Xiao Qingyang hugged the quilt, a pair of Danfeng eyes fixed on the young monk who was meditating by the window, the candlelight flickered, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he struck the wooden fish without hesitation.
She felt at ease in her heart and gradually became sleepy.
The night is getting deeper.
The monk raised his eyes.
The young girl slept on the couch, the green silk was like a waterfall, and her little face without powder and dai looked particularly cold and sullen in the day, but in the long night, her eyelashes were mottled and the frowning eyebrows were particularly pitiful.
She had a sword beside her pillow.
Want to come, the night is very unreliable.
The scene of seeing her for the first time flashed through Nan Chengyi's mind.
At that time he was still a dull boy.
Xuanyi ponytail, riding the night jade lion, wearing the Shuanghua gentleman sword, and carrying a wine gourd, he walks through the mountains and rivers all day long.
In the winter three years ago, he passed a deep mountain and was robbed by local bandits.
With his own power, he carried the bandit den of a hundred people, but he was also seriously injured, and he fell into a snow covered grass and waited to die.
The cold wind gradually picked up, and the fine snow fell on his cheeks.
He heard a sneer.
He opened his eyes and saw the girl in red who appeared suddenly.
The girl squatted in front of him with a sword, soap boots, black trousers, red clothes hunting, and a cold face.
She tilted her head: "You killed these bandits all over the mountain?"
At that time, his blood flow was unstoppable and his mind was dizzy.
He thought he had hallucinations before he died.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, and without knowing where he was, he suddenly hugged the girl into his arms.
He pressed her ears, angered as if gossiping: "God opened his eyes in the end. He must be thinking about saving countless people. Only when I was dying, he gave me a great beauty. In my life, I haven't held a girl yet."
Young ranger, full of spirits.
He lightly kissed Xiao Qingyang on the cheek.
Xiao Qingyang opened Dan Feng's eyes, raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face!
She stood up, blushed, and kicked him desperately: "Rogue, shameless!"
"hiss……"
Nan Chengyi sucked in pain.
This beauty is more fierce than the wildest Hummer!
He thought, gradually losing consciousness because of excessive blood loss.
When he woke up, he had changed into clean clothes and lay in the spacious and warm carriage.
The wound was bandaged so well that he actually got his life back.
The cold wind rolled up the curtains, and he saw the girl in red riding on the horse, the red silk belt tied the high ponytail, the satin-like black hair hanging down on the waist, and the waist was delicate.
He sat up reluctantly, stared at the girl, and chuckled.
The beauty is fierce but fierce, but in the end he saved his life...
"Little Lang Jun is awake?"
The delicate female voice suddenly sounded.
Nan Chengyi looked around, and there was a girl sitting on her knees beside the couch, dressed exquisitely and richly.
She smiled and presented hot tea: "My girl hates men's frivolousness the most, that is, because of Xiao Langjun's passion for slaughtering mountain bandits, she saved you. Don't stare at her, she gets angry , But I will goug your eyes!"
He took the hot tea and bent his eyes: "It sounds fierce."
He took a mouthful of hot tea, but still couldn't help looking at Xiao Qingyang.
The mountains and rivers are white.
On the side of the mountain stream, the girl in red was hunting and urging her horse. The mountain wind blew her hairband and brushed her white and glamorous cheeks, like a white landscape painting.
It's really pretty.
"Little Langjun," the maid smiled, stretched out her hand and shook in front of his eyes, "My girl has already been appointed to someone else. You stare at her like this, it's not a good idea."
"Being married?"
Nan Chengyi was shocked.
He burst into laughter, looked away, and sighed casually: "Your tea is very fragrant."
"The tea is good and the water is good, and my skill in making tea is also very good. Of course it is very fragrant when Xiao Langjun drinks it."
"You are eloquent, what's your name?"
"Xiuxiu. What do you call Xiaolangjun?"
There is heavy snow ahead, and it is not clear where the official road leads.
He is handsome and eloquent, and it is easy to make girls like him.
He was kind to their masters and servants, and wanted to add fun to the journey, so he talked and laughed with Xiuxiu, the carriage bumped, Xiuxiu whispered, and ran into his arms.
He helped her up, but heard a sneer from outside the window: "Deng disciple."
He looked at, the girl in red was proud of her face.
...
The sound of wooden fish.
Di Ji on the couch, frowning her eyebrows in her sleep, muttered something, kicked away the brocade quilt restlessly, her silk trousers were rolled up, revealing her white and slender ankles, and the tents were full of attractive colors.
The house was filled with sweet and soothing fragrance, and the charcoal fire was very hot.
He lowered his head and stared silently at the faded red lacquered wooden fish in his hand.
Inexplicably, upset and irritable.
Wax tears piled up in the golden tray held by the crane's beak.
On the couch, even with the soothing fragrance, Xiao Qingyang slept very restlessly.
Dense cold sweat broke out from the crow's green temples, and the delicate brows were tightly locked.
In the dream, the sound of wooden fish that made her feel at ease faded away.
The Zen room was silent, and the darkness around it was rich and deep, as if ink could drip out.
The rustling sound rang in the corner, as if something was crawling from the darkness.
Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes.
An enlarged face was reflected in the pupil.
The beautiful face was eaten in half, like a rotting wild fruit. She was wearing a coat with disheveled hair. Standing on the head of her bed, she gradually curled the corners of her crimson mouth toward her, making a strange smile.
She was proud: "His Royal Highness, I caught you..."
The boned hand suddenly pinched Xiao Qingyang's neck.
Xiao Qingyang wanted to reach out to touch the sword, but couldn't touch it.
She gradually suffocated--
"Xiao Qingyang!"
Outside the chaos, a voice came.
Someone is calling her.
Xiao Qingyang was sweating profusely and suddenly opened his eyes.
She was panting, Dan Feng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, and she looked at Nan Chengyi helplessly.
Nan Chengyi was holding her hand.
When he was holding the wooden fish in a trance, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed in his dream and pinched her own neck like crazy, before he stepped forward to help.
His face was green: "You pinch your neck, are you crazy?"
Xiao Qingyang's temples were soaked in cold sweat and pressed against his pale cheeks.
She threw herself into Nan Chengyi's arms: "Big Brother Nan...I'm afraid!"
She described the dream again: "...When we found Xiuxiu, her face was eaten half by the refugees. The female ghost in the dream was her! But I never harmed her, Nan's brother, she and I Growing up together, I regarded her as my sister. After she died, I even took her ashes back to Chang'an for burial. Why am I sorry for her?!"
The girl was thin.
In the cold winter night, there was an unprecedented fear.
No, she had experienced this fear of death once before.
Nan Chengyi's face was trapped in the shadow of Luo Zhang.
He allowed the girl to hold him and cry until she cried slowly.
The girl has a faint fragrance of tea.
He sniffed deeply, and whispered: "Don't think too much. Go to sleep, it's still very early before dawn."
Xiao Qingyang's face was full of tears.
As soon as she falls asleep, the female ghost will come to her dream.
She is afraid of falling asleep...
With tears in her eyes, she clasped Nan Chengyi's sleeve tightly and lay on the bed restlessly.