Quickly wear: Black yanderes are so clingy

Xun Jingcheng likes to read in his spare time, and recently he has been learning the art of war with his teacher. Cang Su sent people to his palace every day to deliver books, and he did enough to spoil him.

"Do you recognize that Chen Xun?" Gu Zhixing was idle, and he didn't catch anyone playing chess for a few days, so he went to his friend Xuanqing's palace to chat with him.

Xuan Qingzheng's hand turning the pages of the book paused, and then returned to nature.

"I don't recognize it.

"The newcomer doesn't come out and walk around." It is really rare for His Majesty to stay with him all these days, and I really want to see what kind of beautiful face he has. Gu Zhixing touched his chin, "Next time I think of an excuse to sit in his palace, will you go?"

Xuan Qing said lightly, "Don't go."

"You monks really don't have any vulgar desires?" Gu Zhixing pouted, "I don't want to do that."

Xuanqing didn't answer.

The words on the book were no longer easy to see, and the red-clothed figure in the snow appeared in front of him again. Smiling, he approached and reached out, only brushing off a petal.

The petals swayed on the water, spreading a circle of soft ripples, just like his heart at this moment, his heart swaying.

With a smile in his eyes, his lips opened lightly.

- "Concubine Xuanai.

The book was suddenly closed, and the Taoist, who had always been as cold as frost and snow, had a bad face, "You should go."

Gu Zhixing was puzzled, "How long have I been sitting, what are you doing with me leaving?"

Xuanqing, who was unreasonable with a straight face, was driven away inexplicably.

"What a person. Gu Zhixing was confused.

Xuan Qing sat in a daze for a long time, and then got up and went to the garden.

There are a lot of white plums planted in the palace, which were left by the previous owner here, and in winter, the garden is full of white and floating dark fragrance. The plum and snow are three points white, and when they are really hidden in the snow, they are hazy and unreal.

There should be that touch of red, vividly, like a red plum in the snow.

Thinking vaguely, the figure that really appeared in his sight was like a red illusion.

Cang Su approached with a smile on his face, "In a daze, Concubine Xuan Ai?"

Xuan Qing quietly lowered his head, looking at Cang Xuan's somewhat pale face because of the cold, his lips were red and soft, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with an unadulterated smile.

He then remembered that when he was still practicing martial arts, the mountain where he was located was bitterly cold, the grass and trees were full of frost, and there were not many living creatures. In the middle of it, however, he picked up a wounded bird, red and white, no more than half a palm's size.

The bricks and tiles of the division have been soaked in the cold for too many years, always with a lonely and depressed coldness, and Xuanqing, who is still young, quietly feeds the lovesick bird with a food box.

Listening to it chirp and bounce on the windowsill, the chill seemed less biting.

This lovesick bird was finally discovered, he is the most important disciple of the master, and there is no possibility of losing his mind with half of his plaything.

After punishing him, the Master took the little lovesick bird and threw it into the sky, and it flapped its wings and flew away.

It seemed to be snowing that day as it was today, and there was a white curtain between heaven and earth, and the gray sky was depressed, and the small figure quickly dissolved into a blur.

He knew that he couldn't keep these vividness, and Xuanqing understood that his life would be like a lovesick bird flying away on the day it was empty, and there was only endless whiteness between heaven and earth.

Facing Xuanqing, who had not spoken for a long time, Cang Su raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes in some confusion.

"Aifei, come back to your senses. The

little flying bird jumped over and pecked at the food in his hand, and its soft little body made people soften their strength.

In the empty white, you are the only bright color.

"8384: Xuanqing friendship +15, current friendship 60.

This favorability came strangely, but this kind of benefit earned by lying down always came at the beginning, and her smile became brighter and brighter.

"What is Concubine Xuan Ai thinking?" asked Cang Yan with a raised face.

Xuanqing replied, "...... I was thinking about a game of chess with Gu Zhixing before.

Cang Xuan clapped his hands, "Yes, Concubine Xuan Ai likes to play chess." How about I accompany you for a few rounds?" Xuan

Qing Wannian's emotionless eyes rarely showed a little smile, "The minister obeys the order." "

It's a bitter cold in the palace and the master, but if you weren't alone, these days wouldn't be difficult.