Stupid and cute little demon: the emperor has no way to chase

Chapter 67
Quan Sanyeming knew that their Shaojun was in a good mood.

June was lying on the table to write and draw, Hechi took a closer look, pointed to the names on it, "What is this?"

With the tip of the pen in her mouth, June looked at him seriously, "Is it possible that my uncle has been ill and confused recently, did you forget anything?"

He thought for a moment, smiled and shook his head.

June put down the pen angrily and snorted a few times.

He Chi took it easy, held Lang Hao in his hand, rolled up his wide sleeves, and neatly printed Junxiu's words on the white paper: Geng Tie married.

On the breeze, his side face was warm and straight, and he raised his eyebrows and asked her, "I forgot, but these two words?"

The charcoal fire in the house sizzled, just like the willow wind in March, cleverly shielded.

June's heart was pounding like a deer, but her face was still strong, and she thumped him, "It's dead, it's dead, you've taken advantage of it, and I, a girl, have to bring up this kind of thing."

He grabbed her hand, and the sun shone on his deep face, looking very serious.

His tone was longingly slow, and his ignorance took on a holy radiance.

"June, do you know that marrying me is not just a status, but that you have no escape route."

She was taken aback, then looked annoyed, and punched him hard twice, "Hechi, you bastard! You're asking such a bastard after eating and wiping it all up!"

He was relieved and looked at her smiling like a flower.

He doesn't need a hero to surpass the world, he doesn't need to dominate the world, he just needs to let this moment of time last forever.

One is a fugitive arrested by Jiuchongtian, and the other is Hechi Shaojun of Nai Sanye Mingli. The two tied the knot and caused a sensation in the six worlds.

It has been a long, long time since there has been such a lively event in Liuhe, Kyushu.

More than half of the absconded fallen immortals were captured, and the rest escaped without trace, but they were safe.This year's Tianjun is probably old, and with San Yeming's face, he is also very happy.

All the congratulatory gifts from Jiuzhou and Liuhe were sent to the Temple of Burning Fields, singing night dreams with red makeup, envious of women in the world.

For nearly a month, her world has been shrouded in a kind of blissful dizziness, floating and dreaming.

After a long time, June recalled this paragraph, raised her hand to block the fine afternoon sun, and could feel the flakes from between her fingers. She could only regret that she and He Chi were once so close.

It's ridiculous, and that's just, and it's just that.

Three days before his wedding, the concubine with a petaled lotus appeared on her golden temples, dressed in emerald treasures, and came gracefully.

Hechi drove June away, and was too busy in the study for this once in a lifetime.

In the middle of the night, when the mist outside the window fell quietly, a palace maid twisted her face and told him that Ling Ji insisted on delivering the congratulatory gift to him.

He paused at the tip of his nose, thinking of that beautiful woman that year and that month.

He still remembered that she had bright eyebrows and white teeth, long hair, fringed skirts that swayed the floor, rippling layers of brilliance, plucking the strings of the qin in one of her plain hands, and the fine light flowing through her fingertips, seeing him approaching suddenly , "Surprised", piled up a series of quick sounds, looked away from him on the soft bed, "Young master and I have never met before, what are you doing in this remote place like mine?"

He resisted the fatigue that had just lost half of his body, Ying raised his eyebrows, and told her, "I want a song, a revival song that can gather the soul."

It's so simple, she taught him the secret art of the clan. Although the tune is important, it doesn't make sense to teach him.

He has high qualifications and has learned very well, but for three days and three nights, he played and flicked, devoted all his energy, and his fingers were dripping blood into flowers.

She couldn't help brushing her hand over it, couldn't help it, and wanted to wipe off the blood on it.

The moonlight was hazy, and that night was so beautiful and desolate.

She didn't know whether his pale face and scarred marks were caused by the blurred moonlight, or his injuries, or the ignorant and dead woman lying in his arms.

She is beautiful and luxurious, she can pluck the stars and hold the moon, but in the end there is something that she can't help herself.

He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his posture is romantic and noble, which is quite suitable for her... But these may not be the reasons for liking him.

Her love came quite late, but it was also simple.Perhaps it was fate that she lost her love while teaching him to save another woman.

Now, his love has come true.

She wants to come to the trap and make a final effort.

The maids outside the hall couldn't wait for Shaojun's reply, so they knelt down at the door of the hall in a regular manner, not daring to breathe.

He ordered, "Let Ling Ji come in."

Yueran entered the room and saw that he was full of energy and radiant. He was no longer the wanton young man who was waiting for him back in front of him.

In contrast, it's hard to hide the loneliness of stacking beads and emerald powder by myself.

It's ugly today, it's too embarrassing for her.

Yueran held the wooden box tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

After all, he spoke first.

With his back to the candlelight, he was tall and tall, and the aura around him was indifferent and alienated.

She knew at that moment that the game was over, but she refused to admit defeat, despicable and didn't want to let him go easily.

What he said was really good, if you pay a lot, you have to care about it.

He said, "Thank you Lingji for your kindness. From now on, wherever Lingji can get Hechi, she will be at her disposal."

She saw his slender fingers clipping the flame of the candlestick, and his back was condensed in it, as if in a dream.

It was so unreal, it made her sad that it was unreal.

What she tried her best in exchange for was nothing more than an unsatisfactory dream.

She let go of her usual indifference, with a bitter look on her face, and told him, "He Chi, I am very happy that you are getting married...however, the bride is not me, so I am not happy."

He paused, turned around and saw her standing in the wind, her skirt fluttering like a withered butterfly in autumn.

Her voice was very sad, "You may know that in the dead of night, when I occasionally think of you, I just toss and turn, but you will not pity me because of this."

"Back when I taught you the Resurrection Song, I really had no distracting thoughts in my heart. I used my petalian heart to lure her into the country, but it was selfish. But if you didn't believe in June in your heart, you wouldn't be willing to fall into it with Xi Yuan, but, but Even if you can see clearly, you are willing to blind your own eyes... Sometimes I feel that I am very sad, but when I think of you, I feel that it is nothing."

He calmly sat down and drank tea, "I will marry June in three days, Ling Ji has come to her heart, please come back."

"It's not easy to construct an illusion that is profound enough to confuse you. You gave me a revival song that you played, and it turned out to be the past. Xiyuan took these notes from the Mangxi Palace."

She bit her lip, trying to pretend to be strong, but she still shed tears in front of him.

"You can choose not to watch it, if you really don't care about anything in your heart... But, I curse you, I curse you that you will never be able to marry the woman you love, and I curse your love to be destroyed!"

He remained calm, his eyes seemed to be green buds resting on the teacup.

He Chi closed his eyes and opened his mouth slowly, "Time flies like water, things change and people change, Ling Ji can forget it."

Under the blanket of willow smoke, the young master's eyebrows are like jade, and he will definitely watch her, disturbing the spring water at once... Like the wind and the cloud, he finally goes away.

She put the wooden box on the table, and said with a silly smile, "Hechi, I really hate you, but I hate myself even more, for becoming so low-spirited now!"

He felt guilty, but he didn't look at the back of the departing person because of it. He just watched the smooth surface of the wooden box on the table due to rubbing. His hands trembled, but he never dared to open it.

(End of this chapter)