Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

He didn't show up until the sun went down again and the weather became icy cold again.

She finally realized that he was gone.

The Mu Zili who loved her and loved her, shielded her from the wind and rain, and was willing to be an enemy of Cang Xuan because of her, just disappeared.

She had imagined countless scenarios in which they might part, but none of them were like this.

No warning, no clues, no clues.

She hugged her body tightly, curled up into a ball, and hid under the sand dunes, with sand grains all over her mouth, nose, and eyes.

She was terrified, thinking of countless possibilities in her heart. He had encountered a strong enemy, and in order to protect her, he led the enemy away.

Or maybe he went out to find food for her, lost his way when he came back, and couldn't find her.

She was just thinking wildly, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, she was woken up by icy raindrops. She knew she was lucky. If it hadn't been for God's sudden grace to rain, with her spiritual power, she might die of thirst within two days.

She knew that with his temperament, it was absolutely impossible to just leave her and go away. Something must have happened.

However, she racked her brains and tried to recall everything that night, but whenever she wanted to think of something, her head would hurt like it wanted to be torn apart.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up.

She once thought that if she could find Nishizawa and Yifeng, he would definitely find a way to help her find Mu Zili.

However, after an unknown number of days, when she finally walked out of the desert, she never found a trace of Caesar.

……

She subconsciously licked her lips, brushed away Sima Luocheng's hand, and took a gulp of the wine cup.

"Come, drink and eat!" Simeng filled the wine cup again and clinked glasses with him, his eyes were already a little drunk.

Sima Luocheng was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine cup and drank it.

If she didn't want to tell, he didn't ask.

As long as she is here, he already feels that it is a gift from God.

That night, Simeng was rare and taciturn, just drinking non-stop, but Sima Luocheng talked a lot more than before.

Tell her from time to time what happened after they left.

It turned out that he was supposed to get married with Baili Bing in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, but things went against his wish. The king of Shang Kingdom, Baili Rong Chunri, caught wind and cold while taking a bath in the hot spring in Yuyuan.

So far, accompanied by Taifu Song Xian, he went to Bingzhou to express condolences in person.

Speaking of Song Xian, Simeng looked startled, and raised his eyebrows and asked: "You still keep that Song Xian by your side? Are you afraid that he will cooperate with the inside and outside in the future and swallow you, the king of Yun Kingdom, with Shang Kingdom?"

Sima Luocheng froze for a moment, put down the wine cup, and said, "Meng'er, don't worry, Song Xian got an emergency and passed away on the way to Bingzhou with me."

Emergency?Seemingly dreaming that he had a serious face, not joking, so he took a sip of wine and signaled him to continue talking.

It turned out that they arrived in Shengzhou after leaving Xuanyang, Song Xian was vomiting and diarrhea, and the accompanying imperial physician could not diagnose what disease he had.But for the safety of Sima Luocheng, the imperial physician left him in Shengzhou on the grounds that he was too weak to travel long distances, and picked four more attendants to take care of him.

But before they entered Bingzhou, Shengzhou Zhizhou ordered people to report back to Simaluo City, Tai Fu Songxian died the next day after they left.

Sima Luocheng ordered his coffin to be sent back to Bingzhou for a generous burial, but he still rushed to Bingzhou to attend the funeral for Bai Lirong.

When they arrived in Bingzhou, they didn't enter the palace, but went directly to the Taimiao to worship, and they didn't even see Baili Bing's face.

Bailibing only ordered the national teacher Lu Li to receive him, and learned from Lu Li that her face has not recovered, which must be the reason why she does not want to see him.

After several rounds of inquiry, he learned from Lu Li that the medicine that was missing in the elixir refined for Baili Bing was rare in the world. He ordered people to search all over Kyushu, but to no avail.

Seeing that Baili Bing was about to ascend the throne as king, his marriage had to be postponed for three years.

Outsiders only thought that it was due to the customs of the Shang country that she kept filial piety for her mother, but in reality, she couldn't face herself, let alone him.

When he heard about Song Xianzhi's death, Xiangmeng really had some doubts in his heart. He faintly felt that it was not as simple as he said, and no matter why Song Xian died, in short, the time bomb beside him was the answer. up.

Hearing him talking about his marriage with Baili Bing again, Simeng's face relaxed, and he smiled foolishly: "Could it be that Luocheng really fell in love with that faceless princess? Hearing you talk about these things, I seem to feel sorry for her. Whatever , no matter. The appearance will eventually grow old. If you want to realize the ambition of unifying Kyushu, you must not give up on the new king of the Shang Kingdom. Although she has no face, the great merchant behind her is not everyone. It can be. Tell me, right?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at Luo Cheng in front of her. She felt that his face seemed to be covered with a veil, and she wanted to lift it off with a flick of her hand, but dropped the wine cup in her hand. On the low table, the wine juice splashed everywhere.

Sima Luocheng supported her, and whispered in her ear: "Meng'er, you are drunk! Rest early!"

Simeng frowned and pushed him away, and murmured impatiently: "I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk after a thousand cups, have you heard that? It's me, the girl! Hehe! Don't move, it's you! Don't move……"

Her body softened, her head leaned crookedly on him, her purple eyes were half-closed, a faint smile appeared on her lips, her slender fingers gently picked his chin, and she whispered: "I caught you, look at you!" Where are you going..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt that the touch between her fingertips was extraordinarily soft and slightly warm. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but no matter how hard she tried, it was futile, and finally she had to close her eyes helplessly.

"Meng'er..."

Sima Luocheng lowered his voice, bowed his head and called her softly in her ear, but she just frowned slightly, and said "huh" before saying nothing.

Seeing that the cheeks of the beautiful woman in her arms were flushed like clouds, her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluctuated slightly with her breathing, and under the pretty and small bridge of her nose, there was still a faint smile on her lips.

His heart suddenly beat fast, and the hand holding her was a little wet. He deliberately looked away from her face, but couldn't help but look down at her for a moment.

Outside the window, the breeze is blowing, and the night is dark.

Inside the window, candles flickered, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Sima Luocheng originally wanted to help her to rest in the bedroom, but she held his hand tightly and refused to let go, so he could only sit on the soft couch, hug her in his arms, and suppress the longing in his heart.

A gust of wind blows into the room, blowing away the broken hair that fell on her forehead, her face is so beautiful and clean, without any makeup, and there is a sweet fragrance in her breath, mixed with the refreshing fragrance of pear blossom brewing, which made him feel instantly Already intoxicated.

The dim yellow candlelight flickered in the wind, and the bottom of his eyes was the desire that he had been holding back for a long time. He slightly tightened his hand holding her, and suddenly lowered his head and crazily kissed her slightly parted lips.

The touch on the lips was softer than expected, with a slightly sweet aroma, evoking the most primitive desire in his heart...