The Strongest Crossing of Great Realms

This chapter recommends BgM: Origin (Past Life Version)

With the natural power of Xiaohua, Ye Zhenyuan thought that the work that could not be done in the dark was completed in the evening, and time was wasted on the carved flowers.

"Master, why did you throw away the crib?" Xiaohua and Ye Zhen placed the crib in the corner of the courtyard, couldn't help wondering.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ye Zhendao said, "Our house is small, this small bed takes up too much space, and this big bed is enough for both of us to sleep together.

"Rest assured, I buckled a groove in the middle of the bed, so I could put a partition" Ye Zhen was afraid that Xiaohua would misunderstand herself, and quickly explained.

But Xiaohua just laughed without saying a word, looked at Ye Zhen quietly, only the word affection in her eyes.

Sleeping in a bed, Xiaohua didn't feel anything, but she was a little excited. If she wasn't afraid of shame and lost the young master's body, Xiaohua would have promised herself.

The fear is that one day Ye Zhen will restore her memory, and her boldness and arrogance against Xiaohua will become furious.

Today, there was no stall. After finishing the bed, Ye Zhen went around in a circle while it was still dark.

When he returned home, Xiaohua had already prepared the meals, just like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to return home.

In ancient times, apart from making villains, they were afraid that there would be no other entertainment activities, so the two went to bed early.

Early the next morning, Ye Zhen helped Xiaohua set up the tea stand, and then told Xiaohua that she wanted to go out alone.

Xiaohua took out a purse again, but Ye Zhen refused. There was still a lot of silver in the one given yesterday. Besides, Ye Zhen's next thing would not cost a few dollars.

"Master, today I am afraid it will rain. Now you are still weak in bones, so you can't get the rain. You bring this umbrella, Master." Xiaohua handed a cyan paper umbrella to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen looked up at the sky, there were no clouds, and the sun was shining. Where did it look like it was raining, but he did n’t want Xiaohua ’s new one to fall, he took the umbrella in his hand, and it did n’t sink anyway.

Ye Zhen didn't tell Xiaohua what she was going to do. After going out, she took a light step. She found a study in the evening yesterday and bought a paper and ink pen for the four treasures of the study. Then she came to the West Lake.

After turning around the West Lake for a while, the road was full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees along the shore. On warm spring, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and the direction was blowing. People around were watching the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, most of them were locals.

"This West Lake is really beautiful. If the ordinary scenery is ordinary, I am afraid the locals will be tired of it."

However, when Ye Zhen looked at the golden daze, he suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and looked up. The clear sky, which was originally bright and sunny, was full of heavy clouds.

Ye Zhen opened his mouth, before he could spit, a few drops of rain fell on his face.

Startled in my heart, I hurriedly opened the paper umbrella, pen and ink were nothing, the paper was expensive, and Ye Zhen bought good rice paper.

Standing quietly by the lake, Ye Zhen had no joy or sorrow in his heart. He slowly walked into the broken bridge not far away, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky, and deducting the ripples on the lake surface, he thought of the flowers involuntarily.

"It would be nice if the girl was here. Such a beautiful scene, she must also like it." Ye Zhen's mouth slightly tilted.

Gradually, the lake slowly lifted up a layer of veil-like fog, blurring the traces in the distance, but it became more and more poetic.

Ye Zhen stood here quietly, and looked at his feet. The edge of the stone bridge was not too wet. Ye Zhen committed himself to sitting on the edge of the broken bridge, and put his legs under the bridge. Looking at the West Lake shrouded in smoke and rain, and the blurred places in the distance, the two mountain peaks connected by the fog are like two lover holding hands.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, because Ye Zhen thought of what he was going to write. This sudden shower came fast and went fast, and even some places were not completely wet, and a crack was revealed in the crack of the cloud A golden beam of light ...

After receiving the umbrella, since it is to do business, naturally cannot be in a place with few people.

Back to the shore with many people, Ye Zhen unwrapped the small wooden table behind him, and after supporting it, the paper ink pen cigarettes were also ready.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhen glanced at the two mountain peaks at the end of the clouds again, and then drew ink on the paper with a pen.

"The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected. When I came to Xinyu Lake in the late evening, a cloud of ecstasy locked the two tips"

After finishing writing, Ye Zhen looked at the black and white verses, and couldn't help but read it for a while, then clamped the paper with his fingers and blew gently.

"This ink is also good ink, black and transparent." Ye Zhenzhan smiled, and flicked his fingers in the blank space on the paper.

"Ding Jing ..."

However, Ye Zhen had just put down the rice paper, and a sound of jade landing sounded in front of him.

I looked up involuntarily, and in front of me was a turquoise Zhu Xi, with three jade beads trailed by the silver thread at the tail.

Ye Zhen recalled that Zhu Xi seemed to have fallen from the two girls who had just passed by here.

Seeing that someone suddenly wanted to pick up Zhu Xi in front of him, Ye Zhen stepped out, bypassing the small table, and the man picked up Zhu Xi first.

Looking at this embarrassing teenager, Ye Zhen always felt somewhat familiar.

But I didn't think about it, maybe I just met inadvertently.

"Miss in white, you've lost your things" Ye Zhen held Zhu Xi's hand too high, and subconsciously glanced at Zhu Xi.

In addition to the silver silk pearls on the tail of Zhu Xi, the four ancient urns of Baoqingfang were also engraved, but Ye Zhen did not care.

The girl in front of the green louver and the girl with a green umbrella next to her turned slowly, Ye Zhen saw the girl in white and looked slowly.

If Xiaohua really felt that Ye was the most beautiful woman in the world, then this woman in white is rare even in the sky.

It ’s just ... Ye Zhen was a little surprised after returning to God, because the fairy in front of her had a peerless look, and her figure was a pretty white girl, whether it was a bun, a white coat on her body, or a girl beside Tsing Yi. .

Ye Zhen suddenly thought of Bai Niang, but ... he is not Xu Xian, this is not a mythological world. Ye Zhen is smiling, holding the sharp part of Zhu Xi, and handing Zhu Xi to Xiao Bai.

But it was the smiling girl who easily took Zhu Xi by her side.

"Thank you son" The woman in white was smiling softly, and Ye Zhen was lost for a moment.

Eyes saw the girl in white holding Zhu Xi's hand slightly trembling, Ye Zhen exhibited a smile, and whispered "This Zhu Xi seems to be important to the girl, but don't lose it anymore, someone just wanted to pick it up."

"The boy said, Xiaobai remembered" Xiaobai nodded slightly. As for why the little hand trembled, only she understood it.

"Girl, your body ... isn't it a little uncomfortable?" Ye Zhenjian's little girl in white in front of her hand kept shaking, Mei Mei kept staring at herself.

"Girl you are ..." Ye Zhen was staring a little uncomfortably.

"The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected. When I came to Xinyu Lake in the late evening, a cloud of blunders locked the apex ..."

"It's so good ... so good ... can the son tell the little girl what this poem means?" Xiao Bai calmed his heart, and showed a slight smile towards Ye Zhen, and instantly, I don't know how many men fell for it.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhen's mouth smiled, and he looked at Xuan paper, whispering:

"The first two sentences of the poem refer to the north and south sides of the West Lake, each with a mountain, and the mountains are soaring into the clouds. However, although the two peaks face each other, they are not together."

"The last two sentences are the three words in the poem: new, idiot, and lock, because after the new rain, the clouds swirled around, connecting the two mountains together. With the clouds and fog connecting, the two are counted together. "

"Anyway, being with someone you like is happiness, unfortunately ..."

Ye Zhen looked up, watching the mist gradually dissipating under the warm sun, and shook his head slightly and sighed, "The time together is too short ... too short ...".

"Yeah ... to be together, that's happiness." Ye Zhen's words in his ears made Xiaobai's eyes unconsciously covered with mist again.