Chapter 598: Taoyuan

For example, a Qi Yuan.
At this moment, not far away, a man was standing there, and the corners of his clothes that were raised from time to time in the cold also contained some clear and astringent things. His black eyes were deep and extremely ruthless, but it was In an instant, it was already thick silk eyes, and the dust was not smooth.
"Shen Qingci, your fate is really big!"
He snapped his lips and smiled, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts fainted in those eyes. It was luck, hatred, resentment, or something else, maybe even he himself didn't know.
When he wanted to kill a woman so much, when would he have the resentment that he wanted to get rid of it.
It seems that it is endless dying, it seems that it is entanglement.
And Shen Qingci in the carriage continued to flip through the travel notes in her hand, even if it was the familiar breath, Zeng Jin really existed, if she asked her now, she would have forgotten a little.
Now the only thing that melts into her eyes is this travel note.
Luo Hengli put down the cup again, and leaned halfway on the carriage like this, with a pair of eyes with a faint smile, staring at her all the time.
When Shen Qingci sat down, she felt a little sleepy. Inside the carriage, everything was stiff and uncomfortable, and the book in her hand attracted her at this time. All the minds and minds are also scattered with everything in the mind, including the person just now.
In fact, from beginning to end, she has always remembered those things, but her nose is for knowing Baixiang, breaking Baixiang, it just remembered that kind of taste.
And after the triple turn twice, it is nothing but...
Danger.
But now she is very satisfied with the travel note in her hand, and of course she likes it very much, and she still likes it very much, and almost always reluctant to let it go.
"Is this true?"
She asked Branding, are these true?
Luo Hengli had naturally read this book, otherwise, it would not be possible to give it to Shen Qingci. He knew that Shen Qingci didn't like ghosts and chaos too much. It was these travel notes that she liked.
"This was written by a Mrs. Wu, and it was also made by oral narration," Lao Hengsi sat down, and took another teacup.
And Shen Qingci sat aside, like an obedient elementary school student.
Bro Hengsi stretched out her hand, gently touched her forehead, and also took off the hair accessories on her forehead, and clearly saw the red mark on her forehead, which happened to be her eyebrow. In the middle, if it weren't for her, it would be a good life, if it didn't happen to have a hard and incomparable gem, maybe she would have become a dead person by now.
"After I go back, I will tell you again."
Shen Qingci felt itchy teeth, so he always endured it, didn't think about anything, did nothing, just waited for the carriage to arrive.
When she finally arrived at the mansion, she kept her eyes straight again, looking desperately at Brandon. The story, don't you tell it, won't you stop telling it, that would become a big fat pig.
"You find yourself a comfortable position. This is a long story. Are you sure you want to listen to it like this?"
Shen Qingci also thinks about it. A very long story does require a good posture. Naturally everyone loves to listen to the story. Of course she is the same. Although she has lived for two lives, she has not seen it in this world. However, there are still a lot of things that she hasn't walked through, and that she hasn't eaten, and these things, for the rest of her life, she may not be able to see them.
And what she can't see with her eyes is that she can listen with her ears.
She ran into her house, then ran to the soft side, let Baimei and Sanxi prepare refreshments, kicked off her shoes, and lay on the quilt.
Brandon was a little funny about the posture she found for herself.
It's still a little girl.
Shen Qingci hugged the pillow, already listening to the story
And she was very curious about the story that Brandon was about to tell.
Because of the travel notes, which she has read so many travel notes, she likes the most.
Branding was thinking about holding up the tea cup on the table again, and this was using his own cold voice to say words about this travel note.
It is said that it was not known a long time ago. As for which dynasty and which generation it was in, no one may remember it, but they knew that perhaps at an extremely early time, a Wuling man suddenly entered a paradise.
The people of Taoyuan were born in retreat from the world, and they lived peacefully when they heard about each other. According to reports, the people here came from the pre-Qin period and avoided the war. They also lived here. I don’t know how many generations they are. What people call the Peach Blossom Spring.
It is said that they not only have long-lost medical skills, but also have many magic weapons in the pre-Qin period, and they have been lost for a long time in the present world, and even things that have not been heard.
This Wuling man had been a guest in Taoyuan for several times. When he was about to leave that day, he deliberately left a lot of marks on the tree. He also wanted to come back one day, just as he was. When I wanted to find it again, even if I was looking for the mark of the time, I had never found that peach blossom again in my life.
As for asking whether there is a paradise in the world, perhaps it does exist, and it exists only in the oral statements of generations.
Later, people searched for it, but no one found it. Later, there were these three travel notes, all of which were dictated by Wuling people.
Shen Qingci had taken the book, she put the book in her forehead, if there is such a place, she really wants to read it.
At this time, the book in her hand was also taken away, and the light in front of her eyes brightened again, reflecting the innocent and incomparable face of the man. He is very good-looking, although it is not a boy or a girl, but his eyes But it is extremely beautiful, even the shape of the lips is extremely long, but the corners of the lips have no lines, and obviously they are not too laughable.
"Go to sleep," Lao Hengsi pulled the quilt for her, and then gently patted her shoulder, "Maybe you will dream of that peach blossom field one day."
Shen Qingci sighed secretly in his heart.
She doesn't just want to dream, she really wants to think about her real experience.
What is Peach Blossom Spring?
What is Xanadu?
She was born in this troubled world, maybe it was also destined for her life, and she could only be a layman. How could she meet such a good place, how could she see it?
And this night, in her dream, she actually dreamed of the peach blossoms in the first courtyard. She stretched out her hand and welcomed the fragrance of flowers. Then she opened her eyes, but met a pair of quiet black pupils.
She smiled, then stretched out her hand, leaning her head on his shoulder as she used to.
They may be the most unlike couples.