Chapter 783: She's dreaming again

The treasure hall is deserted, there is no hall, no emcee, and no guests.
Two red candles were placed in front of the incense table. They were found in the Zen room. They were leftover props from the last time the mountain got married.
A plate of snow-white glutinous rice cake, dyed a little red with rouge, is considered as a wedding cake for marriage.
The mountains are full of raging fires.
The temple gradually fell into a cage of fire.
In the hall, the two worshiped silently.
Obviously it was a very simple wedding, and they knew it was going to die after the wedding, but they still had joy on their faces, as if they had received a great gift.
Xiao Qingyang raised his head, eyes full of admiration: "Believe in the daughter Qingyang, and swear in front of the Buddha, this life is willing to be the wife of the Nan family brother. I will never leave my life."
Nan Chengyi stared at her eyebrows: "The disciple Xuandu, who has missed Buddhism, is willing to give up his precepts and return to the secular world and marry Qingyang as his wife. I will live forever and protect her well."
He raised his hand and stroked the girl's delicate face.
She has carefully groomed and dressed.
His appearance is more stunning than when he was studying, like a brilliant sun.
The fingertips gently outlined her eyebrows, and finally stopped on her soft lips.
He used to think about...
Red silk cloth.
The two embraced each other in the treasure hall and kissed each other with emotion.
The fire is like a wandering dragon, gradually engulfing this majestic palace.
...
Down the mountain.
Wei Shaoqian stared at the bluestone steps.
Flames have surrounded the temple, but the gate of the mountain has never been opened.
That woman, did not come out...
She went to death willingly!
He got off his horse and rushed up the mountain regardless.
Several entourage stopped him to death: "Young Master, let it go!"
"The fire is so big, you are going to die in the mountains, young master!"
Wei Shaoqian was about to split his eyes, his eyes were red, and he screamed like crazy: "Xiao Qingyang, what is your ability to escape marriage, what is your ability to hide in the mountains! You have a seed, come out, you!"
He broke away from his followers and ran up the steps like crazy.
"Xiao Qingyang! Didn't I just slept with you as a court lady? Didn't I just scare you with a nightmare? Are you treating me like this?! What is so good about Nan Chengyi, what is so good about him?!"
The man ran too fast.
Slippery moss grew on the steps, and he rolled down dozens of steps in embarrassment, knocking his forehead.
At this moment, the cruel noble Langjun, the shameless bird, completely collapsed.
He squeezed his fist and slammed the ground, tears welled up unconvincingly, and his voice gradually turned into pleading: "Xiao Qingyang, come out, you...I'm still waiting to visit you...I have invited so many guests, I still I set up a boudoir for you..."
Nan Baoyi came on horseback.
The steed stopped at the foot of the mountain, and she stared blankly at the flames.
Wei Shaoqian's words were not heard by her.
This Weijia Langjun set fire to the mountain in order to force Emperor Ji to come out!
She rolled over and got off her horse, intending to rush into the temple along the steps, but the fire was too strong and gradually burned down the entire mountain road, making it impossible to enter the mountain.
She backed away, coughing violently from the fireworks and dust, her eyes drenched with tears, and she almost couldn't open her.
She held on to the saddle and gasped hard, and then angrily grabbed Wei Shaoqian by the collar: "Are you crazy?! It's just arresting people, not like you!"
Wei Shaoqian pushed her away.
He sat down on the ground and murmured: "She is dead... She hates me so much..."
Nan Baoyi was so angry.
She turned to the Wei family's army: "What are you doing here? Find water and put out the fire!"
Everyone looked at each other, looking at Wei Shaoqian.
Wei Shaoqian just murmured and didn't know what he was talking about.
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth and took out Si Li's token: "It is a big crime to set fire to the mountain. Are you going to watch your master be sentenced?!"
The army does not know what to do.
Seeing that their master had no fighting spirit, they were confused and worried about Nan Baoyi's identity, so they had to look for water to put out the fire.
There was chaos in all directions.
The pagoda in the mountain collapsed.
The ashes burning all over, blown by the cold wind all over the sky, like a fire-red swallowtail butterfly with folded wings, fell precariously on the palm of Nan Baoyi.
She folded her palms and slowly closed her eyes.
She knew how likely Di Ji and the fifth brother would survive.
...
The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.
Mingyue Tower.
The girl-time emperor, hunting in red, black pants and soap boots, combed neatly in a high bun, gritted her teeth and climbed the carved stairs.
"Yesterday, the bandits were suppressed. After the suppression, I didn't know where to go. Leave me alone to clean up the mess and report to the government! Nan Chengyi, if I find you sneaking here to spend a lot of time, you wait for me!"
She cursed and kicked open the elegant seat fan.
The strange men and women who were in love in the fan panicked and hugged them quickly.
The girl was embarrassed and looked for an elegant seat: "Nan Chengyi, get out for grandma!"
The old bustard was very frightened, and hurriedly followed to persuade: "Girl, girl--"
"You get away!"
Xiao Qingyang broke away from the old bustard's hand and pushed aside the largest lounge.
The aroma of wine permeates.
Twelve musicians are playing the song "Feng Qiu Huang" in their arms with pipa and various musical instruments.
The dancer in a light gauze skirt with sleeves, hibiscus flower face, gold whitewashed muscles, is spinning around dancing.
The eight landscape-sprinkled golden screens are luxurious and elegant, and they are elegantly arranged.
The young ranger, who was born in wealth and splendor, lay under the screen with Erlang's legs crossed, his arm rested, and a small celadon wine cup in one hand, his brows and eyes clear and handsome.
He drank his glass of wine, and sang freely and happily: "If you don't see you, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky, and it rushes to the sea never to return. If you don't see you, Gaotang Mingjing's mournful white hair, the morning is like a green silk and snowy "
"Nan Chengyi!"
Xiao Qingyang was furious.
She rushed over and grabbed the boy's collar: "I'm busy before and after the horse, but you ran here to be happy, you are worthy of me!"
The girl's aura is too strong.
The girls in the lounge were only quarreling with each other. The young bride chased after the flower house to beat and scold the unsuccessful husband, so she didn't dare to wait any longer, so she hurried out.
Nan Chengyi was half drunk.
Smelling the familiar wind and snow fragrance, he opened his drunk eyes, and saw the red-robed little Emperor Ji in a trance.
She was dreaming again.
The young man bent his lips, held Xiao Qingyang's waist with a big palm, and rolled over to press her on the green bamboo mat.
Rubbing the girl's white and glamorous face with her fingers.
He approached her ambiguously: "You must be happy in life, don't let Jinzunkong face the moon..."
The boy drank green apricot wine.
Between the lips and teeth, there is the unique sweet and sour of green apricot.
The strength of the wine when breathing was soft and mellow, and the heat between her breath filled Xiao Qingyang's ears, causing her to blush quietly.
She obviously didn't drink, but she was inexplicably drunk.
Thin Bai's hands pushed against his chest, but he couldn't use it anyway...
Nan Chengyi's eyelashes were drooping, and the dense kisses landed between her ears and pink neck.
He panted, as if he had done it countless times in a dream, and unbuttoned the girl's dress in a familiar manner.