Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Bi Luo stood in front of the painting and looked at it quietly for a long time, as if something flashed in her mind, she couldn't grasp it so fast.

No wonder that the few times I came to the mortal world, some people regarded me as her.

Except for the little cinnabar between the eyebrows, he was indeed carved out of the same mold as this woman.

Will there be such a coincidence?Bi Luo couldn't help frowning slightly.Staring at the mirror in front of me and looking at my face for a long time, I realized that it was already very late, I should go to bed earlier, I don't know what will be waiting for me tomorrow morning.

I originally thought that the matter would be resolved quickly this time, but now it seems that it is not that easy.

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, stopped thinking about these things, and fell asleep drowsily.

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"Master, you have to be careful..." Looking at Xiao Yihan who had been standing outside in his courtyard after sending Bi away, Xin Yi sighed helplessly, went into the room and took a cloak, and put it on Xiao Yihan.

"Master, if Madam sees you like this, she will definitely feel very heartbroken."

Xiao Yihan, who had been standing in the yard, sighed inaudibly when he heard the words, turned to look at Xin Yi, tightened the cloak on his body again, looked at Xin Yi's face as if expressionless, and said to him lightly: "You first Come on down, I'm fine."

Xin Yi watched Xiao Yihan hesitate to speak, and finally had to back down slowly without answering.

The long night is silent, how many people are still awake, how many people are in love?

In her sleep, Biluo seemed to hear a long and long flute sound, which seemed to be mixed with endless mourning and nostalgia, which made her burst into tears unconsciously.

Xin Yi listened to the sound of the flute sounding again in the courtyard tonight, sighed heavily, closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep again.

The master has not played that flute for a long time, and the sound of the flute sounded again tonight, I am afraid it is not a good omen...

This time, Bi Luo seemed to vaguely see the man's appearance in his dream, and heard his voice. The moonlight was shining on him, and he was leaning quietly on the promenade, playing the flute. The sound of the flute seemed to penetrate through the eardrums. In her heart, her heart could not help but fluctuate with the sound of the flute.

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All night long, she could hear Xiao Yihan's flute sound in her dreams, and he did play like this all night long.

Blowing lovesickness all night, lonely all night.

When Bi Luo asked about the medicinal fragrance, he vaguely remembered the words that Shui Ningyan asked him when he stood by the door, which seemed to be exactly the same as Bi Luo.

But it was also this sentence that brought him back to reality, who was a little abnormal in his mind.

After all, Bi Luo is not Shui Ningyan.

Ningyan had already died in front of him, in a way that he would never forget for the rest of his life...

Before the sun had risen, the sky had already begun to brighten slightly, and a little white belly was exposed in the east, shining on Xiao Yihan's handsome green clothes.

When Bi Luo woke up from the dream, she could still hear the Xiao sound from last night's dream.The sound of the flute made her heart ache all night, but she didn't know why.

She finally knew who the person in her dreams had been for a long time, but she began to wonder why Xiao Yihan appeared in her dreams.

She didn't forget to promise Helan Mosu, but she also wanted to know why she dreamed of Xiao Yihan and why her heart ached because of him...

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