Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 128 Waiting for Murder and Waiting (1)
Song Wanzhi cooked ten dishes, and Su Mengchen ate carefully, tasting each dish carefully before putting down his chopsticks.

Xiao Ye leaned over and blinked: "Brother, when can you cook something for me?"

Song Wanzhi was about to stop her, but Su Mengchen had already said, "In the future, there will be."

Xiaoye nodded happily.

After dinner, Su Mengchen took Xiaobai to leave, but Xiaobai stayed on the wine jar and refused to come out, looking at Song Wanzhi pitifully with his eyes open.

When Su Mengchen saw it, he said, "If it wants to stay here, it can stay here. Come back when I leave. If it wants to go with me, I will take it with me."

After Song Wanzhi heard this, although she knew that this person would leave sooner or later, she felt a sense of loss for a moment. Apart from that, she also had another sense of ambiguity. She really wanted to ask him when he would leave, but After thinking about it, he thought, people's life is like floating clouds, idle clouds and wild cranes, meeting each other by fate, asking too much is useless, so he nodded: "When Mr. Meng leaves, I will come to say goodbye later."

Su Mengchen said, "Okay."

After speaking, she turned around and stepped out the door. Song Wanzhi wanted to see her off, but seeing Su Mengchen walked a few steps, she turned her head and looked at her with a smile: "No, go back and rest."

After speaking, he lifted his footsteps and merged into the light of the day.

Song Wanzhi opened her mouth and finally just smiled, waiting for the figure to disappear before entering the room.

This is the second day of the Tiancheng Banquet.

The night fell on the entire Zhaodu again.

After Song Wanzhi arranged everyone to sleep, she walked out the door, lit an oil lamp in the small study room, laid out paper and pens, and sat down.

"Uncle Wang, go to bed." Song Wanzhi turned to Uncle Wang who was guarding the window.

Uncle Wang looked at her, then nodded: "Then girl, you should go to bed earlier."

Song Wanzhi nodded and said with a smile, "Okay."

But both of them knew that tonight was a sleepless night.

After Uncle Wang withdrew, Song Wanzhi began to grind, and the ink ingot melted in the inkstone bit by bit, and finally floated into a piece.

Song Wanzhi began to write little by little, and the pen tip couldn't help falling down the words Yiyounian. It was that snowy night again, and everything was scratched there. The boy in white tried his best to protect her, and stretched out his hand to cover her. Yan: "Ah Wan, don't look."

do not look.

Don't look at this dirty blood.

Don't look at this life and death.

Don't watch these demons dancing.

The tip of the pen is condensed, but in the end, he slowly presses down the next stroke, gently outlining a vast expanse of mountains and rivers.

There are still three years and six months, such a long and such a short time.

An oil lamp was lit, and outside, one could vaguely see the yellowish light filling the room.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the person sitting in the carriage was none other than Empress Zhaohua.

She opened the curtain to reveal a luxurious face. She is 52 years old now, but she looks only in her forties. Moreover, as a girl who once married Emperor Xiaojing, although she did not become enlightened before the age of 20, But when she was young, she was a genius no less than Rong Ziyue, but her current strength has entered the realm of elephants.This kind of strength can already destroy any junior, even Princess Zhaoyang, who is ranked number one, is not an opponent.And she hasn't done anything for nearly 20 years, and, as an elder, she still loses face with the younger generation.

(End of this chapter)