Lingbo Luanqing Song

The warm sun is shining brightly, and the breath of summer has gradually become stronger, making the scenery in the valley even more vibrant.On this day, Zhao Mingge, who was teasing Fei Liu and Chang Tingju, was suddenly pulled into the house by Zhao Ling.

"Come on, Ming Ge, sit down." Zhao Ling said softly, with rolling eyes, "I'll give you a thrush."

Zhao Mingge looked at the Corridor Dai in her hand and couldn't help but smile, "So you've been hiding from me these days and doing this secretly?"

"This is left over from making medicine for you. I don't think such a precious thing should be wasted. I just know how to make cloisters."

"The production process of Corridor Dai is complicated. I heard that the process of removing leaves, peeling, spinning, drying and drying the Corridor vine branches is already cumbersome enough, not to mention that there are more thought-provoking processes in the future."

Looking at the person opposite, Zhao Mingge couldn't help asking: "What are you doing this for?"

Zhao Ling smiled and pressed Zhao Mingge to the chair in front of the window, carefully opened the box, took a branch of Corridor, sat opposite Zhao Mingge, and carefully drew her eyebrows.

Zhao Mingge looked at Zhao Ling's strokes with extreme seriousness, as if he was engraving a sacred picture scroll.

She suddenly remembered the legend about Huilang Dai, that the husband of Huilang Dai Nai painted for his beloved wife, which can make his wife beautiful, and the two love each other even more.Thinking of this, Zhao Mingge felt strange again.

The warm sun hits the body through the small window, casting the shadows of the two people in the room and moving slowly.When the shadow behind him gradually shortened, Zhao Ling raised his sore arm and looked at Zhao Mingge in a daze for a moment.

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Zhao Mingge was also startled to know whether it was the cloister Dai who was really miraculous, or the thrush who was highly skilled. He only felt that there was an air of bells and whistles in his makeup, especially with three Very charming, even more extraordinary.

"Ming Ge, you are really beautiful, the kind of beauty!" Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Mingge intently.

At this moment, Zhao Ling was standing against the light, as if his whole body had been melted into the warm sunlight. Zhao Mingge couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, but she knew that she was smiling at herself at this moment, warm and sincere.

Zhao Mingge stood up, hugged Zhao Ling gently, and whispered a few words in her ear,

"Ling, thank you..."

Feeling Zhao Ling's tense body in an instant, Zhao Mingge let go of his hand with a light smile, and in a moment there was a Kit Kat incense box in his hand, and he put Cloister Dai into the incense box, and looked at Zhao Ling with beautiful eyes and a charming look.

"Would you like to draw my eyebrows for me every day from now on?"

Time seemed to stop here, and the two of them watched the day and night go by every day, and Ying's voice was green, so uncomfortable.

Another day when the sun was setting, the golden rays hit the cliff, and even the flowers and plants on the cliff seemed to be coated with a layer of golden mist, faint, warm, and enchantingly swaying in the breeze, like a river and sea The light condensed on the blue waves.

Brocade came in a hurry from outside the valley accompanied by the afterglow.

Guipu led an army of 30 to encircle Langzhou, and the battle of Langzhou was imminent.

Zhao Ling watched Zhao Mingge's distraught for three days, and finally said tremblingly: "The altar of pear blossom wine is buried under the tree first, if we can meet Mingge here next year, how about opening the altar to drink?"

Zhao Mingge understood the meaning of Zhao Ling's words, and felt that something was slowly blurring her eyes. She looked up at Zhao Ling, who was trying to smile at her, and opened her mouth somehow.

"Would you... want me to stay?"

Zhao Ling's eyes seemed to be reluctant to move away from Zhao Mingge's body for a moment. She opened her mouth several times but did not say a word. She took out a small delicate square box from her bosom and stuffed it into Zhao Mingge's hand.

"This is the Xifeng Pill refined by prisoners. As long as it is not the poison in "Duqin Zhu", it can be detoxified. You should keep it for emergencies."

Zhao Mingge's heart seemed to be hit hard by something. She was a little surprised that Zhao Ling gave her a rare treasure in this world so easily, and she was a little flustered.

Holding the box, he hurriedly walked outside the house, only to see that the setting sun melted into gold and the evening clouds merged together. Zhao Mingge's heart was filled with some unknown emotions for a moment, and his mind was confused.

After standing in the same place for a long time, I finally let out a long sigh, "I think this scenery can no longer be found next to it." ． ． '

Jinse escorted Zhao Mingge all the way to Langzhou. Along the way, Zhao Mingge could feel that the girl had a lot of resentment towards him, and the two rarely communicated unless necessary on the way.

When approaching the barracks of the Guipu army, Jinse handed Zhao Mingge a small post.

"The lord told me to protect you well, but it is inconvenient for me to be by your side all the time in this bandit army camp. You take this, and we can exchange news if there is anything."

Zhao Mingge shook his head and did not take it.

"Since I have arrived at Li Jin's side, he will try to protect my safety, and please rest assured your lady."

"you!"

Jin color stared at her eyes and turned around, stomping her feet as she walked, "Why are you so heartless! You don't even know that my Patriarch is doing it for you..."

Jin Se's figure faded away, and Zhao Mingge didn't hear the rest of her words, but Zhao Mingge knew in his heart that Zhao Ling must have done many things that he didn't know about.In my memory, I didn't have any interaction with her before, so I couldn't figure out why she treated me like this, whether she had other plans or some other purpose.

Zhao Mingge has never been so close to a woman other than his mother and concubine, even those half-sisters in the palace who want to get close to her have never been dismissive.

But for Zhao Ling, it was different.It's hard to say what's different, but that kind of heartbeat, that kind of throbbing, that kind of beauty, and that kind of nostalgia can make her reminisce repeatedly.

There seems to be only a thin layer of paper between Zhao Mingge and Zhao Ling, each hiding behind, one ignorant, the other wandering timidly, neither of them has the courage to tap their fingertips, and can only watch the blurry figure on the opposite side drift away .

Zhao Mingge turned around, looked at the torch-lit military camp not far ahead, and frowned slightly.

From the peaceful paradise to the battlefield full of murderous opportunities, the scene in Zhao Mingge's memory suddenly became clearer.

Qudao Temple, on the futon, in front of the Buddha:

thoughts of white head

the easiest

willing

against the wind

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