Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 497

It had just rained in early summer in the early morning.

The banana tree outside the pavilion is still a little damp, and the wide and fresh green banana leaves stretch out from the back of the pavilion, making the unique pavilion look extraordinarily quiet.

The man in white stood in the plantain pavilion and saluted, with his head slightly lowered, and his appearance was gentle and polite.

I looked at this man for a long time in the evening and day and could not move.

The corners of the mouth of the person who cupped his hands slowly curled up, and he didn't get up without getting a response, just praying like this.

Fenglinyuan couldn't stand it and said: "Second brother, you are my friend anyway, at least you should return the courtesy."

"You..." The voice was so hoarse, "Raise your head."

Hou Xizhou couldn't control himself a little bit, and the hand holding the puppet unconsciously clenched into a fist.In fact, he saw what he saw, but he couldn't believe his eyes, and wanted to confirm it again.

Hearing this, the man in white raised his head and stood up straight to look at Hou XiZhou.

Her eyes are bright and gazing, her eyes are as bright as the moon, her eyebrows are handsome and flying, her nose is as high as a sharp point, and her red lips are smiling with a bit of beauty and gentleness.

The hair is tied on the top, the plain white and simple robe is short and fit, the neck is extended and the shoulders are cut, and the figure is slender and handsome.

This person has an elegant appearance, a fusion of yin and yang, and a combination of hardness and softness.

At this time the wind blows.

Suddenly, there was a slanting rain, which dampened the banana trees outside the pavilion, and the eyes as deep as the sea in the evening.

He recognized the man in white, the guy who had imposed the Taiyin Order on him, the owner of the fragment of godhead looked like this.

But it looks a little different.

Compared with the former man, this one looks like him when he was younger, with a thinner body and a softer and more immature face.

However, it still looks like a god with a natural and clear appearance.

It is extremely beautiful and elegant.

So, the successful recasting of Godhead and the return of Lingguang Shenjun?

But the appearance of this person...

I don't know if other people feel this way, even if I can recognize that person at a glance, when this person stands in front of me, I have a firm word in my heart that it is her.

After the ups and downs of his heart, he slowly calmed down, and his violently heaving chest also slowly calmed down. He asked in a deep voice, "When did you come?"

The man in white replied gently: "About half an hour." His voice was also clear and clear.

More than half an hour...why not go to Feng Palace to find him?Don't remember him?

"you……"

The man in white clasped his hands again: "I'm in the sun, sorry for the trouble."

Hou Xiri swallowed, and walked towards the banana pavilion.

The drizzle was flying, and the beauty in the pavilion was picturesque. He walked slowly, and his eyes never moved away from his face.

The man in white was also calm and calm, and looked at him with open eyes, until he walked up to the plantain pavilion, he made a request, but stood still beside him in the evening.

Sure enough, he is a little shorter, about the same stature as Mingyue before, but compared to his previous appearance, he is even more handsome and handsome, with a godly bone and immortal style.

Que Lin was ignored for a long time and couldn't help but said: "Ghost King has seen enough? Don't you feel rude?"

What's your faux pas?

After the eve of the day sat down.

Que Lin looked at the object in his hand again: "What are you holding?"

This question made Hou Xizhou slightly stunned, he hesitated a little and hugged the things in his hands tightly, Querin couldn't resist curiosity and reached out to open the things he covered with his outer robe.

What's so good about it?
Hou Xi and day didn't want to give it, if he had such a queer temperament, he would definitely not give up.

Que Lin peeled it off and was taken aback.

But if you look carefully, you can see the cracks on the face of the person and carefully identify it: "Isn't it a real person?"

I couldn't help reaching out to touch the puppet's skin, and I was immediately amazed: "This skin is almost the same as that of a human. Who made such a realistic puppet? I must go and pay a visit."

Taiyin's eyes rested on the puppet's good-looking Mei Qingyang, who was caught by Hou Xiri and did not avoid his sight, he smiled without saying a word and picked up the jug to pour wine for him.

Que Lin asked: "Who did it come from? You actually hold a puppet and won't let it go."

Later evening: "..."

Que Lin: "But it's a pity, what's wrong with this face? Take it to me and take a closer look."

Hou Xiri couldn't beat Que Lin and could only let him hug him, Que Lin's movements were already very gentle, but Hou Xiri stared at him for fear that he would fall, but Que Lin deliberately made movements to fall and Hou Xiri had already stretched out his hand To help.

Que Lin succeeded and laughed.

Hou Xizhou lost his words and just looked at Taiyin who was also unable to restrain his laughter. Seeing him smiling, Hou Xizhou, who had been dreaming all the time, was relieved, and the haze and gloom covering his body slowly dissipated.

He also smiled.

The hard person softened all over, looking towards Taiyin, his eyes were soft and soft: "How is your body?"

"what."

"Is it okay to drink?"

"what."

Hold the wine glass in the evening and day.

Mingyue raised the wine glass with both hands to touch him, looking at each other with a smile, the two drank the wine in one gulp.

Que Lin looked down at the broken puppet in his arms, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, that's good, it's good, isn't it?

He knew that he seemed a bit redundant, but he was the one who talked the most. He talked about all kinds of things that happened in the past 20 years. It didn't matter what was interesting or boring, and probably no one cared what he said.

Yun Yao refilled the wine several times.

Taiyin wanted to drink again, and Hou Xizhou said: "Don't be greedy."

"One last cup."

Hou Xizhou glanced at him and poured the wine for him, but Que Lin drank a little too much, and couldn't persuade him, one glass after another, although he felt that he might feel sorry for Que Lin, but he could only feel sorry.

"Come here today, Yun Yao, help your master go back to rest."

"It's agreed that if you don't get drunk, you won't return. I'm not drunk yet."

The ghost king signaled that Yunyao stepped forward to help people, Querin was a little unsteady, Taiyin stepped forward to help Yunyao and helped Querin out of the banana pavilion.

When he reached the door, Que Lin said to Tai Yin with slightly drunken eyes: "I don't need to help, I can walk by myself."

Taiyin watched Yunyao send Que Lin into the house.

Hou Xizhou behind him called out: "Zhao Taiyin."

Zhao Taiyin...

Tai Yin shook her head and smiled back: "What did Second Brother call me?"

He recognized his name as Zhao Taiyin, and there was a burst of joy in Hou Xiday's heart. He stood in the corridor and locked his eyes on her: "I'm afraid the demon king is drunk and can't continue to entertain Your Excellency, so I'll be the landlord later, okay?" ?”

"Good."

Hou Xiday's eyes were full of smiles, and he walked forward with an extra paper umbrella in his hand. After walking only two steps, he found that the people behind him hadn't followed, and turned his head, "Zhao Taiyin, come here yet."

The young man looked at the tall and elegant back for a moment, then walked towards him, took two strides and walked side by side with him.

"Who said my surname is Zhao?"

"The surname is not Zhao..." Hou Xizhou squinted at the people beside him, "Well, the surname should be Hou."

Who is the last name?The smile in Tai Yin's eyes was even stronger: "What's next?"

Hou Xiri walked out of the corridor and opened the umbrella, waiting for her to walk under the umbrella.

Zhao Taiyin stepped under the umbrella without any hesitation, and the two stood facing each other, he looked down at this person slightly: "My wife."

Zhao Taiyin shook his head and put his hands behind his back and started to walk.

Hou Xi and Zhou opened an umbrella to keep up: "So you like the Empress Madam better."

The drizzle is boundless, and the Jiuqu City is still antique. Two slender figures hold an umbrella and walk on the long street in the misty rain.

Walking through the peach tree that the branch leaned against day and night.

Walk past a shop that buys folding fans.

Walk across the stone bridge lying on the river.

The rain is getting heavier.

Hou Xizhou's paper umbrella with plum blossoms on it covered most of Zhao Taiyin's top, and most of Hou Xizhou's shoulders were already wet.

He stopped and turned around to face the person. The two of them stood under the rain-shrouded paper umbrella,
Hou Xitian looked at her with misty eyes like rain and mist, and looked deeply at the person who was so close that he could just reach out and put his hand in his arms: "You can recognize the umbrella in my hand."

She recognized the umbrella the first time he opened it: "Yes."

It was the big umbrella that Zhao Qi used to block the moonlight.

Hou Xizhou's throat choked slightly, and he asked again, "Do you recognize this bridge?"

At night, someone sells folding fans at the head of this bridge. When he asked Mingyue to distinguish the difference between demons and humans, he once forced Mingyue to give him folding fans as tuition fees.

"Recognize."

"Do you remember the words you wrote on my fan..."

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness."

Knowing that it was her, he still had the urge to cry with joy, and a layer of rain and mist formed in his eyes, like flower water spreading across his eyes, and he asked again: "Do you still remember..."

"remember."

"I haven't asked yet."

"I remember you without asking."

Horses and chariots pass through the streets, boats on the river pass through the arch bridge in the mist and rain, and people form a pair under the umbrella on the bridge. Time flows by the two of them, as if passing through a fleeting year.

The hand without umbrella in Houxi day took the one of Taiyin, held it for a long time, and called her in a low voice:
"Moon."

(End of this chapter)