This is very bad. This room, after Nangong Liu came in, Mrs. Wang, Xue Meng, Xue Zhengyi, immediately got up and treated each other with courtesy.
But Chu Xi Ning did not have this mood, so he was still standing by the window.
The ink burns, the Confucianist door for his life is a smashed sect by him, even if the appearance is glamorous, he knows that there is only one piece of sand in the bottom, nothing to be awesome. However, he did not really want to give Nangong Liu the embarrassing meaning, just got used to it, so he never thought of standing up.
This scene is weird.
As a master and an elder, Nangong Liu Yan, smiling with a smile, not angry, his face is still full of steaming familiarity.
As a guest and a younger generation, the lazy sitting posture of the ink was caught. He stood with his legs and leaned against the chair of the Taishi. He still had a cup of hot tea in his hand.
Xue Zhengxuan did not pay attention to the action of ink burning. At this time, he turned back and could not help but be embarrassed.
This ink is too unruly!
"This is... In recent years, the famous Mo Zongshi."
The ink did not drink, and covered the lid and raised his eyes: "Yes."
"It’s really a hero -"
The ink burned him and interrupted him. He smiled and said: "Namong Xianjun, the hero has a young boy. You have already used it on my cousin. Don't use it on me?"
He has a gentle tone and a gentle smile, which seems to be very polite. But what he said was a little bit rude. He didn't even stand up. After he finished this sentence, he restarted the tea pot. The celadon cover scraped the edge of the cup and then opened the misty mist. .
Dangling thick and long eyelashes, put your eyes on it, and drank the tea slowly.
He is young, handsome, tall and calm, and the posture is as if he is the mainstay of this Confucianism, the person standing at the peak of the whole comprehension, and Nangong Liu, but he is the next dog.
"Haha, the Mo Zong teacher said that it is good, it is only a shallow area, and I can't think of a better wording, so --"
"Where is it." The ink burned down the tea pot and raised the smile. "Nan Gong Xianjun has entered the room since he entered the house. If you say good things, you can say that if you can't talk, who can say it?" ?"
"Oh, the praise of Mo Zongshi, the district can not dare to act."
"Who said that I am complimenting you." A pair of black and bright scorpions looked at him and smiled. "It is not necessarily a good thing to talk too much."
Xue Zhengyi couldn’t stand it anymore, he whispered his voice: "Fire children!!"
In his view, Chu Xiaoning and Nangong Liu’s face are still excusable, at least for the antecedents, Chu Yuning also has this identity, but the ink burns...
The ink burned but did not pay attention to Xue Zhengyi, but to Nangong Liudao: "These compliments, Nangong Xianjun still keep talking to other younger generations, I am a rough person, I don't understand, I don't want to listen."
Xue Zhengyi: "........."
Of course, ink burning knows that he is doing this, and his uncle will not be happy, but he does not regret it.
There are too many disgusting people in the world. Chu night is very angry and tempered. He is always willing to be the first bird. When I was demonized in Luo's Fibre House a long time ago, Chu Xiening would insult a weak woman because of Chen's family. Regardless of her own reputation, she would open the skin of Chen, who is the client.
Chu, Ning Mingming did not do anything wrong, but he was always slandered by other people, saying that he was "cold-blooded" and that he was "deliberately guilty" and that he was "not close to human feelings."
Mo-burning does not want people to say that his master respects "no number of gifts."
Therefore, he would rather be more outrageous than Chu’s late night, and he would be even more overcrowded. He only used such a stupid way to protect Chu’s lateness behind him. Therefore, in this room, all three people received the flattery and kindness of Nangong Liu from the etiquette, but there was no ink.
This is not a temporary rise. Since he knew it, it was Chu Yuning who carried him and climbed back from the sea of corpse. Since he saw, the sorrow of Meng Potang, the bowl of hand. Since he went to the depths of **** and rescued Chu Ningning, he swore
As long as Chu Ning is still willing, he has always stood with Chu Yuning.
Nangong Liu Yilian touched twice, and changed to be the head of another family. He had already been furious and rushed.
Can Nangong Liu did not, he only did nothing happen, and he said a few words with Xue Zhengyi, and he was very embarrassed by Xue Zhengyi. He pulled the Nangong Liu to the side and apologized. Said that he is not in charge of discipline.
Nangong Liu smiled and said: "Oh, young people, who is not bloody? I think Mo Zongshi is really a temper, very good."
After seeing Nangong Liu, the disciples of Confucianism led a group of people to go to other hospitals.
The ink burned all the way, and Xue Meng turned to look at him: "You shouldn't just be a German, just cursed by the head of the Nangong..."
"Go and go, you are cursed." The ink sighed with tears in his eyes. "I... Auntie, I can't smell too heavy incense, just the house - Auntie! The spice is really too... Oh! Too..."
"It's too bad."
"Ah, the teacher - Auntie - respect."
Chu night Ning handed a handkerchief to him, and frowned and dismissed: "Scratch, no look."
The ink burned with tears, and smiled and picked up the handkerchief embroidered with Begonia flowers: "I still feel sorry for me, thank you Master."
Chu Xiaoning was said to be a bit embarrassed by him: "Who hurts you."
"Yes!" Xue Meng refused to accept the air. "Whoever hurts you, the most distressed teacher is me!"
The ink burns a little contempt: "How old are you still more than people." Turning to the hand in his hand, the color is correct. "Look, the master promised to embroider a piece of the same before, do you have it? ?"
"..." Chu night Ning smashed the handkerchief and screamed, "Mini rain!"
Xue Meng listened to the first glimpse, and then angered: "Ghosts believe that Master will give you an embroidered handkerchief, daydreaming is not what you do, stinking."
The group of people spoke and came to the other hospital where Nangong Liu arranged for them. There were four entrances in the other house. Mrs. Xue Zhengyi’s wife entered, and the other three went into each other. The winding path in the courtyard was quiet, and the flowers were shadowy. The sound of turbulent water is endless, and the end is elegant and chic.
But the smoldering was just fine. As a result, it was the yard that I wanted to live in. The whole person was stunned. In the meantime, the eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of ashes, and then they followed the crowd into the courtyard. When it comes to bricks and tiles, the mood is getting more and more depressed.
This is a place where the Confucianism of the previous life, which left a deep impression on him.
At this time, he was no longer able to think about it. If it wasn’t for his life, he would change his life, maybe he would still go to the old road and become the emperor, so when he came to this time, he should also be worth millions. Chess pieces, will be a generation of famous doors for the scorched earth. Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but be cold and sweaty. For a time, thousands of people rushed to the chest.
The ink burned closed his eyes, and he could hold back his emotions. It was no longer a young boy with a sharp heart, so no one saw the haze in his heart.
They each went back to the room to rest, and the ink burned in front of the other hospital that was reserved for them. They held hands for a while, but did not push the door in.
The maids in the yard were a little nervous, and asked carefully: "Is Xianjun dissatisfied with this room?"
“Oh, no.” The ink burned back to God and smiled. “I feel that this yard is very similar to a place I used to live in. It’s just a touch of scenery.”
"That's a coincidence. The slaves thought that Xianjun didn't like it. If Xianjun had another request, just say it to the slaves. The slaves should try their best to do it for Xianjun."
The ink burned and smiled: "I have nothing to do, you are busy with yourself."
When he finished, he looked up and saw that there was a thick hundred-year-old laurel tree in the courtyard. The shade of the tree was like the ghost of his past life.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, his heart stunned.
Suddenly, turned and called the maid who was leaving: "Wait a minute!"
"What else does Xianjun want to order?"
"...I want to ask you about yourself." The ink burned, and he lifted his eyes and looked like a torch. "Do you know, there is one..."
"what?"
"Forget it, don't ask this, let's ask another question." Ink ignited, "Do you know where the leaves are?"
The maid said: "Ye Gongzi is a pro-disciple of Xu’s elders. He and Xu’s elders live in a yard. If Xianjun wants to see him, it’s fine to go there.”
The ink burned the words and let out a sigh of relief. The last time he met Ye Ye, he was in the restaurant. Ye Yexiu asked Nangong to go back with him, but at that time Nangong refused, Ye said, "If it is because of me You don't want to go back to the Confucianism, then I will go."
In fact, he has some thoughts about forgetting the past. He feels that the past life has been suffering from enough. Ye Yexiu and Chu Yuning are actually very similar. They are all gentlemen who are unrepentant, but only one restrained and one blazing. They didn't get a good end.
The smoldering is remorse for what he used to be, so he hopes that he will have a better life in this life. He couldn't help but be grateful. Fortunately, Nangong Temple did not do so absolutely, and it was really a rush to leave.
The elders of Xu’s elders are called “Sansheng Bieyuan”. It is said that the meaning of “one drink Meng Po Shui, forget the three things”, Xu Chang’s wish to show that when life is in the world, the things that are forgotten will be forgotten, not Staying in my heart increases my troubles. Anyway, after I die, I will no longer remember when I go to the bridge.
It sounds like a very pessimistic person. It’s no wonder that the three sticks that have been forgotten are not able to make a gourd.
"Interesting, this parrot is really clever, come, back for a while, eat, drink, and squat in the lane..."
Please guard the night, confess to the intention, have not bypassed the wall, I heard a man lazy laughter from the yard.
The ink burned a few steps forward and saw a man in the middle of the sun standing in the early thirties. The man was wearing a piece of light clothes, and there were still a few patches at the corner of the robe. He was not wearing shoes, standing on the cold stone bricks with bare feet, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand. Teasing a long-tailed snow-white-blue-eyed parrot.
The parrot fluttered around the wings and swayed back and forth on the shelf. It seemed to be very proud. He sang high and said: "Ah~ a sip of food~ a ladle drink~ in the alley~"
"Well, okay, yes. You are smarter than the little leaves. When you are a little leaf, you can't beat you. You can't live without it." The man fed the parrot a nut. "Come, you Lao Tzu rewards you." ""
"........."
This man and a bird claim to be Laozi...
What does it mean that he is a bird?
The man turned around and saw the ink burning next to the wall. He first licked a melon, then smashed it, and suddenly smiled. His smile was bright, but he brought some smashing taste in the bright sunshine. The whole person looks very chic.
"Ink and ink master?" He laughed. "Fortunately."
The ink burned and laughed, and said: "Fortunately."
After he smiled, he carefully looked at the man's face. He felt that there was something good. When he used to kill the Confucianism in the past, he seemed to have seen this person. He is...
"Father, why don't you wear shoes and run around?"
Suddenly a familiar voice sounded, obviously a faint sentence, but the ear is like a spring thunder.
The ink turned around and saw the leaves forget to come out after the half moon arch. He was still so long and straight, his eyebrows were warm, and he held a pair of bright yellow satin in his hand. He walked over to the youth and leaned down.
Father?
The righteous father of the leaves...
The blood in his heart rushed over the wolf, and he could almost hear the cry of the world, heard the sword colliding, and the drums contend.
"Father of the Father!!!"
In the memory, he violently turned out a **** face.
It’s the leaves, the leaves are crying and crying, and the sound is cracking. When he slaughtered the Confucianism, Nangong Liu sneaked away, the seventy-two city dragons had no heads, and the time was chaotic. Later, the first method of Confucianism Xu Elders stepped forward and smashed the sand, and together they smashed the chaotic soldiers that could be destroyed in an instant, and resisted with Ye Yexi.
He clearly did not surname Nangong, but did what the Nangong head should do. He lived with the 72th city of Confucianism with the elders.
He is obviously not the biological father of the leaf, but when he is filled with the sharp knife of the spiritual flow, he stammers in the back of the leaf, and he is in front of the leaves, and he is protected by the flesh and blood. A momentary.
At the time, the ink burned and stood on the wall overlooking it. He saw this scene, and his mouth floated with a twist of laughter - God knew how much he was at that time.
There is no blood, there are people in this world who are willing to die for another person!
His narrow heart is full of shock, all the pain, he feels like crazy, his eyes are blood red.
He was thinking, good, great, Ye Hao was so lucky, he was drizzling... If there was a man in this world, except for his mother, he would be willing to die for his drizzle, then he Why are you going to this step today? !
Heaven is good to everyone, only so embarrassing to him, so vicious!
He wants to destroy all his jealous people, let all those who warm up the group roll down the hell, why only he does not have a good day, no warmth, the only person who is gentle to him, has already died.
He only has a little warmth, why should he take it away? ! !
He hates!
"........."
Looking back, I think that I only feel that I was so stupid. In this red dust, there is also a person who is willing to die for him. He missed it himself. It is his own disappointment. He does not know.
The ink burned his eyes and smashed his eyes, calming down the inner surge, and then raised his eyes again.
He knows who this man is. He is the master of Ye Forgiveness, and he is also the righteous father of Ye Forg, Xu Sulin.
On the second day of the Turu Fengmen, he died in the war to save the leaves.
The ink burned and turned around, and the heart was bitter, but I couldn’t bear to look at the smiling person in the sun.
He went to say hello to Ye Yexi.
"Ye Gongzi."
Ye forgets that this ink is standing in the distance, and he can't help but smile. "Ah, the brother of the ink has come, and I haven't seen it for a long time."
"long time no see."
In fact, Ye forgets this life with only a few faces of ink burning, not very familiar, so he continued to smile: "Is it coming to my righteous father?"
"..." The ink burned and looked at Xu Shuanglin. He was awkward and shook his head. "No, I am looking for you."
"Small leaves, how long has it not been in this yard to come to someone who is looking for you? It's not easy." Xu Shuanglin lazily smiled and stuffed a melon into his mouth. "Where did you meet the Mo Zongshi?" ”
"Taohuayuan knows."
"That's good, that's good." Xu Shuanglin smiled and threw the remaining seeds into the bird bowl and said, "You young people talk, I will go somewhere else."
Ye forgets to pull him: "Father, why don't you wear shoes?"
"Oh, forgot." Xu Shuanglin put on his shoes with a smile and said, "This is always good."
But the ink burned with the lingering light, the man slowly crossed the corner, then leaned over and took off his shoes, so he just broke into his arms and walked away.
"........."
This pair of father and son's appearance and temperament is really a violation of the law, because of the reason of the heart, Xu Shuanglin grows very young, his face will not be old when he is 30 years old, and it is like a brother who has forgotten.
Combined with the temper, this person is somewhat self-willed, not like a brother, it is like a younger brother.
So the sturdy "three-year-old hospital" plaque outside the door is funny?
Ye forgets and burns shoulders side by side, walking slowly along the avenue.
There are many flowers and trees in this yard, but at this time it is winter, Wanmu is dying, only some yellow leaves are hanging on the treetops, and the wind blows and trembles.
"Sorry, I was laughing in the last time in the restaurant."
"Nothing." Ink burned, "Are you still okay these days?"
It is a little regret to say that the export is such a thing, because the person who has forgotten the past, even if it is too bad, will not boo. Sure enough, Ye forgets to smile and says, "Yes, what about you?"
"I'm fine."
The relationship between the two is actually not so familiar. The ink is coming to him, just because he thought of the past life, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he wanted to see the leaf forgetting that is still alive. He really got along with Ye Yexi, but he I don't know what to say.
There are a lot of secrets about the resurgence of the leaves, but these secrets can't be said. He really has no topic to talk about. The two are dull and scattered. The leaves are forgotten and asked: "How about Xia Shi?"
The ink burned a bit and smiled: "Do you remember the name? It's amazing."
"His name is especially easy to remember."
"Haha, too, Xia Shi reversed this time, and you can see him later."
Ye forgets a little accident: "He is coming too?...There should be no door to please..."
"You still don't know who is the Xia Shi reverse?" The ink smiled. "I tell you, this thing is really long."
So he said that the late cause and effect of Chu Xiening is the Xia Si counter. After listening to it, Ye Hao sighed for a long while and sighed: "Which is so lucky, you can get this person as a teacher."
Ink burning said: "How lucky the Confucian door is, you can get Ye Gongzi as a disciple."
Ye forgets a little embarrassed, slightly smiled: "Mu Gongzi has passed."
They walked to a small floating bridge painted with mahogany. This road came along with some dead branches and leaves. Only the green and bright here, planted bamboo and arrogant snow, and the high festival did not change. The water of the Confucianist Gate exerted spiritual power and would not be frozen. Therefore, it stood at the bridgehead, and at the foot was a stream of water, and the two ends were surrounded by blue.
The ink burned back and saw the leaves lingering and staring at the crystal stream. The black eyes were constantly floating and swaying. People were still the same person, but the cockroaches on the face could be seen by anyone.
It’s too cruel for him to be a relative to him.
Suddenly, I couldn't bear it. I saw that I had paid a lot of money, but I couldn't get someone to look back at the moment. I asked him: "Ye Gongzi, it's better to be dead and dying."
"what?"
"..." I felt stunned when I spoke, and I knew how Ye Ye would answer, and the ink sighed. "I just asked, the son didn't have to be in my heart."
Ye forgets to smile, he originally laughed handsome and handsome, seven points of British, three-point beauty. But today is still the same person, still the same laugh, but the cheekbones have been slightly sunken, seven points of heroism still, three-point beauty is exhausted, only two pools are sad.
He wanted to hide, but the sadness was too deep. He used all his strength and still didn't hide.
He smiled and said: "Is it the original brother of the ink, is it to dig people for the dead?"
"Haha, yeah yeah, but Ye Gongzi should not come, so it’s just a joke."
"Well, my righteous father is still here, I will not go."
"What should I do in the future?"
"..." Ye’s thoughts seem to have a pain, but I can’t answer it immediately. What should I do in the future? He did not know that he felt that he was a moth, and that Nangong was a light. He always wanted to go with the light, even if the consequences were broken.
Can Nangong don't want him.
"Just, I still do what I should do in the Confucianism." Ye smiled and smiled, "Assisting the head, assisting the righteous father, and later, assisting the Lord."
He paused, his hands clenched into fists, and the knuckles were pale as jade.
The ink burned the heart and was shocked by the fact that Ye was able to speak out the last half of the sentence calmly. He could really say it.
"Assisting Mrs. Shao."
After he finished speaking, it seemed that he could no longer bear it. He lowered his eyes. But just for a while, he looked up and looked at the ink in a gentle and gentle manner, and his face still smiled. The whole person stood in the cold winter like a bamboo.
Suddenly the west wind started, blowing up the snow floating in the bamboo forest, like a flower flying around.
At that moment, the ink burned, no, Nangong can not be married with Song Qiutong.