Luo Qian saw that he was clearly looking at her, but his pupils were too distracted, and he never noticed her new clothes. She could not help but feel a little resentful: "What happened in the past thousand years? I always feel that you are different from the past. It’s different!”
"The past thousand years have been calm and nothing happened, but in the past two or three years, a lot of things have happened..." Mo Yunye sighed softly, as if he was answering Luo Qian, but also seemed to be mumbling to himself.
"What happened in the past two or three years?" Luo Qian finally asked, "I heard that a woman who looked like me came to the heaven, and you almost married her twice?"
She is a smart woman and knows that during the thousand years of her absence, it is reasonable for Mo Yunye to have anything happen to another woman, because she chose to die a thousand years ago and has no hope of rebirth; but now Now that he is back, no matter what happened in the past, he should not mention it or pursue it again. As long as he can stay with him safely and continue to be with him to make up for the vacancy in the past thousand years, then the past will always be No one can replace the love we had in the past. It would be better to go back to the lingering love we had thousands of years ago.
However, who would have known: some things and some people are destined to never go back to the past...
Mo Yunye also knew this truth: Cherish the person in front of you, so he put down the military book, gently held Luo Qian's slender waist, and smiled softly: "That is an unreasonable little hedgehog, I was so tempted by it that I almost missed it" Marry her as your queen... The queen position has always been reserved for you alone..." Yan Bi leaned forward slightly, holding her waist tightly with one hand, and gently caressed the back of her head with the other, and pulled her gently. Close, his thin lips covered hers.
Her lips were sexy, plump and soft as clouds. This was not the first time that Mo Yunye tasted her lips, but... there was always a strange feeling between her lips and teeth. After rubbing for a long time, he still couldn't open his mouth to lick her fragrance, even if she The moans that overflowed from her lips due to joy could not seduce the desire that should have filled her.
no the same! It’s completely different from that irritating feeling!
What I just said about Qianhua's "unreasonable troubles" kept popping up in my mind. What a bastard!
Then he instantly lost his lust, maybe there was no lust in the first place, he let go of Luo Qian, his forced smile was slightly dry: "It's cold here, let's go inside... I want to finish reading the book before it gets dark."
Luo Qian's heart rose and fell like a sea across the river just between his few movements and words. He obviously leaned over and kissed her, but he immediately let go without lingering on their lips. He clearly said that he wanted to go back. I went to the room, but then said "finish the book". Such a change of mood made me unable to grasp it at all, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. When I saw him actually getting up and walking to the study, I felt extremely disappointed. He asked in a hateful voice towards his thin back: "I want to move to your Yunqi Palace Xiyuan to be closer to you so that I can be with you. What do you think?"
"No one has cleaned Xiyuan for a long time. Baiyuan Garden is more suitable for you."
This was the reason why Mo Yunye didn't look back.
"You lied to me..." Luo Qian finally shed tears. Drops of morning dew, like the petals of flowers, slid sadly from her jade skin, moistening the green grass under her feet, but drying up her heart.
She had visited Yunqi Palace Xiyuan a few days ago. Someone had been cleaning it regularly and it was spotless.
Hearing Luo Qian's panicked steps running away while crying, Mo Yunye did not turn around. Suddenly, a ball of unknown anger surged in his heart. He kicked open the door of the study room, threw away the military book in his hand, and sat down on the Taishi's chair. He took the wine bottle from the table and poured it down.
Yunqi Palace had always only had tea, and Mo Yunye almost never drank alcohol. This time, he really wanted to get drunk. Only when he was drunk could he relieve his hatred and resolve his sorrows. The person he hated was himself!
Why so cowardly? The people in front of you never know how to cherish them, but they yearn for those things that have passed and cannot be grasped. It is clear that they cannot be grasped, but they still want to grasp them. They are struggling in the memories like stripping cocoons. They struggle until they are breathless, but they still refuse to face them. Regarding reality, the reality is that I have killed love with my own hands time and time again, so love has passed away, leaving only hatred, and it is myself who hates it!
"Tianjun, stop drinking..." Lingxi heard the sound of smashing wine cans in the study, and hurried in to check the situation. When she saw Mo Yunye lying drunk like a puddle of mud under the nanmu table, she hurriedly He stepped forward to help him up.
However, Mo Yunye pushed him away. Lingxi was caught off guard and was thrown into the corner. It turned out that the drunk man had such great strength and rudeness: "Get out of here! Leave me alone... Leave me alone!"
"Why are you doing this, Lord Tian?" Lingxi staggered up from the corner and begged, "Now that the world is at peace, the heaven is prosperous, and the flower god Luo Qian has returned to you, you have got everything you want. Why are you still unhappy and drinking to drown your sorrows?"
The world is at peace! Peace in the world? Why does everyone say that the world is peaceful, but is the world really peaceful? Kuangze, who has ruled the demon world because of his favor, is now becoming more and more ambitious. There is no guarantee that one day he will turn against him in revenge for his kindness! And it is even more difficult to say that the remnants of the demon world whose leader was cut off will regain their glory and attack with force one day! Even because of the relationship between Luo Qianhua and the ghost world, Han Ge, who seemed to be carefree, never had a flame of revenge burning in his heart
Thinking of this, Mo Yunye's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain when he thought of the three words "Luo Qianhua". Then he sat on the side of the Taishi chair and suddenly laughed wildly. In his madness, he was filled with helplessness. The suppressed sadness and pain, the more painful it is, the more I want to laugh, laughing at myself for being pathetic, pitiful and hateful. However, even if I hate myself to the extreme, I still can't shed a single tear.
The west wind dissipates all the dreams of life, once a hundred flowers bloom, the past is barren and broken, and the lingering love is in chaos. One wrong thought, one wrong thought, the drifting clouds are picked up in the horizon, the wild geese pass by ruthlessly, the sweetheart is no longer...
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March has passed in a flash, and today is the day when Morning Glory comes out of the customs.
Huan Lansha, who left the demon clan when she was young and followed Hange to adulthood, is back again. She refuses to leave under the flower tree and is repeatedly teased by Huang Mei Broad Bean:
"Little Kitty Demon, I haven't seen you come back for hundreds of years, but I have seen you running to your parents' house quite often this year!"
"Why is there something suddenly attracting you to your mother's family?"
"You have been by Guijun's side for many years without returning. We all thought you had forgotten your origin!"
"I don't know that you are a complete kitten demon, but you have come back so diligently this time. I'm afraid you have ulterior motives, right?"
While Huan Lansha climbed a tree to pick fruits to eat, she pouted and shouted: "I don't have a talent! Am I, Huan Lansha, the kind of unscrupulous person who forgets my roots? I just want to see what the prince's new favorite morning glory looks like. !" Yan Biba looked at the room with the door closed, wishing that the people inside could come out earlier so that he could relieve his depression after working hard for a year. (To be continued)