Chapter 425: When the mountain flowers bloom

Xiahoudi fell asleep.
When physically and mentally exhausted, the warm wine was slightly drunk, and the man with a good feeling let her lean against... After the initial little panic, he confirmed that he would not move, that kind of sudden relaxation is nothing. Feeling that, Xiahoudi leaned on his shoulder, closed his spiritual sense, and fell asleep soundly.
When he fell asleep, his body naturally softened. It is not enough to support the weight with his forehead against his shoulders. Xia Houdi naturally put his hands around his waist, and his head turned into a side leaning. He smacked his mouth comfortably. Keep sleeping.
Xue Mu always hung his hands on his legs motionless, looking down at her tired sleep, his eyes were very complicated.
Of course, Xiahoudi's exhaustion has a lot to do with him.
It doesn't matter what Xia Wenxuan's natural gate changes. The real cause of Ji Qingyuan's accident was poison. Without these things, there would be other things, sooner or later.
No matter who is responsible for the poison, it is always his match, and the purpose of the configuration is to cause today's result. It is completely fine to say that he is the culprit. Fortunately, it wasn't his poison, or the real murderer, so he could face it calmly. But no matter how many reasons he said, he did not stand on the united front with her, and he did indeed "add trouble" to her.
The abnormal movement of the Natural Gate can also be considered as caused by him... He is now taking the matter back, as if he is sharing his worries, and that is just taking back his own pit, how embarrassed to take credit for "reward".
Of course, he did nothing wrong in his respective positions, he has a clear conscience, just looking at Xiahoudi's tired look, the distress is also real, and he can't get the slightest idea of ​​taking advantage of it.
He spread his arms, leaned her head carefully on his shoulders, and hugged her sideways. Looking down at her peaceful sleeping face in her arms, she turned and walked inside.
Originally wanted to call the old servant, he turned his head and looked around but didn't find it. He didn't want to shout loudly, so he searched for it and found Xiahoudi's bedroom.
In fact, it's easy to find. Although the house is large, there is one master and one servant. The master bedroom is too easy to recognize.
Push the door lightly and enter, and the facing wall is a map of the entire Great Zhou...Although it is not detailed, it only roughly marked the positions of the various forces, but Xue Mu saw it for the first time in this life. His gaze shifted slightly, and he quickly saw Lingzhou above the capital.
There is a small print mark on it: Xue Mu.
In Xiahoudi's eyes, the pronoun of Lingzhou Xingyuezong power is not Xue Qingqiu, but Xue Mu has always been.
Xue Mu's gaze stayed for a while, without looking again, he turned to the bed and carefully put Xiahoudi down. After hesitating a little, he took off the boots for her and lay her right up.
These are black boots unique to the six doors, lined with those big long legs on weekdays, they are only heroic. After taking it off, the pure white socks and small and graceful feet appeared inside, which finally had a bit of feminine femininity. Xue Mu hesitated, after all, did not take off her socks, he sighed and pulled the thin cover to cover her.
Xiahoudi had never worn a six-door male hat on weekdays, but he wore a high ponytail casually, making it inconvenient to lie down like this. Xue Mu untied her hair tress easily, and her hair was instantly scattered, and she fell on the pillow, reflecting the pretty face in her sleep. Her skin is not as crystal clear and tender as the enchanting girls, it is slightly windy and frosty, but it adds to Xiahoudi's unique charm. And at this time, the sleeping face no longer had the usual awe-inspiring awe-inspiring, without wind and fire fortitude, peaceful and quiet, just like the sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss and wake up.
Xue Mu's gaze fell on her red lips, staring at her for a long time, then slowly moved his gaze away to look at her bedroom.
There is a window in the east of the bedroom, the window is half raised, the snow can only fall on the window sill a little, no room is entered. On the window sill is a flowerpot with a few clusters of white plums, and no variety can be recognized. The blooming branches are standing in the snow, and the fragrance is faint.
A desk was placed under the window, and several stacks of books were neatly stacked. Xue Mu paced over and flipped through it. There were the Great Zhou Code, the six-door regulation, and several work reports. The most were martial arts classics and notes.
What attracted Xue Mu the most was the book "The Story of the White-haired Witch" and the book "Journey to the West".
There is no inkstone ink on the table, only a few stone pens. Xue Mu shunned a pair of hands together, opened the title page of "Journey to the West" and wrote a poem.
Putting the pen and turning around, Xue Mu came to the bed again, leaned down and touched her red lips like a splash of water, and whispered: "Good night."
After speaking, he strode out and went straight out of the alley.
Just stepping out of the alleyway, a bit of cold light hit the face, and the cold air had reached the center of the eyebrows before hearing the bow thundering.
Bow and arrow... The sniper technique Xue Mu saw for the first time in this life.
The arrow is not one, but two in a row, the sniper has obviously considered his luminous moon stone. But the sniper didn't expect that the Moon God Stone did not trigger, but the arrow still disappeared somehow.
Ye Guying took away the arrow, silently trying to chase. Xue Mu whispered: "Don't chase, be careful to move the tiger away from the mountain."
Shadow stopped, returned to him again, handed the arrow to him, and said, "There is no sect dedicated to bow and arrow in the world, and it is impossible to judge the origin for a while."
Xue Mu looked at the arrow repeatedly for a while, and smiled slightly: "This is because of the consequences of my contact with King Tang. The suspects are very small, it doesn't matter, they will always know."
Ye Guying was silent for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Your relationship with Xiahoudi..."
"how?"
"It's indescribable, but it makes people a little melancholy."
"It will be fine. I will stand on a unified and stable position after all, and go with her by different paths."
"Will you tell me this? I'm the magic door."
"It's a coincidence, me too."
"..."
The night gradually receded in the wind and snow, the early morning sun shone down, and the snow gradually stopped. Only the breeze swayed the plum blossoms on the windowsill.
Xiahoudi opened his eyes.
I slept very solidly and deeply. It seemed that in addition to the rest of the body and mind, the soul was also comforted by a certain kind of breath, which made people feel refreshed and comfortable. She had felt this kind of breath, Xue Mu's body had a very unique heavenly spirit.
She straightened up very vigorously, and tried to remember last night... her face was also slightly red. Actively leaning on his shoulder, it was still too ambiguous anyway...This is different from what Qin Wuye had in the beginning...
Fortunately, he is very polite.
Xiahoudi stretched his hand and stroked the ends of his hair, catching the ends in a daze. There was a knock on the door, and the old servant came in with a basin of water and smiled: "Always arrested?"
"Yeah." Xiahoudi returned to his senses and asked him: "The house Xue Mu took me into?"
"Yes. The old slave was hiding and wanted to see what he would do, but he was very satisfied."
Xiahoudi grabbed the tips of her hair and whispered: "He untie my hair and take off my shoes..."
The old servant laughed blankly, put the basin on the table, and smiled: "He even kissed you."
"You!" Xiahoudi was ashamed and angry: "Do you still say that you are satisfied?"
"But when I look at it, I really don't think too much, I can only see the meaning of appreciation and distress." The old servant laughed, "This person is really interesting."
Xiahoudi pouted and got up to wash. The old servant said again: "An hour ago, Lingzhou was flourishing, the aura of the heavens rose into the sky, the meaning of illusion and reality passed through the universe, the formation stood tall, and the stars and moons were radiant. ."
Xiahoudi wiped his face and was silent.
Xue Mu promised, and it was done that night. I don't know if Leng Zhu and the others will have an old blood.
In any case, Xue Mu's hatred this time has been stabilized. I am afraid that in the face of the angry Leng Zhuyun, he will no longer be able to be as smart and comfortable as before.
He could not have done this.
Because the court has you.
"That's right." The old servant suddenly said: "He seems to have written something to you."
Xiahoudi was taken aback, dropped the towel and strode towards the desk.
The open title page of the book was not closed, and Xue Mu's handwriting was very conspicuous.
"Wind and rain send spring back, and Feixue welcomes spring.
It is a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.
Qiao does not fight for spring, only to report spring.
When the mountains were blooming, she smiled in the bushes. "
The same metric and the same chanting plum as the song he wrote to Xiao Qingwu, but the mood is completely opposite.
Xiahoudi stared blankly, as if seeing Xue Mu's smiling face, and was saying to her: "This song is yours."