Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 736 Extra Story, Pear Blossom Fairy Dream

There was a snow-white kitten at her feet, Mingyue lowered her head and hugged it, touched her soft Mao Lingguang Shenjun turned to look at the person behind him, and smiled at him.

"Ziyan."

This sound gave Chu Ziyan the illusion that the pear blossom, the white cat, and the man in white entered the painting at the same time. Chu Ziyan really wanted to describe this moment, but he was so moved by the appearance of the man with red lips and white teeth.

"Huh?" It took a long time to answer.

"Can I get this cat?"

"it is good."

"I'm hungry."

"I'll ask someone to cook for you."

"If you want to eat pork knuckles, is Fulailou still available?"

Fulai Building? "I'll ask Meng Lu to ask."

"want to drink."

"I'll drink with you."

"it is good."

The Fulai Building in Jinling of Chu State is gone, but the almost omnipotent housekeeper still made someone make an authentic Jinling elbow. The God of Lingguang and Chu Ziyan drank under the pear tree, because this banquet for two people, the pear tree It is covered with red lanterns.

The warm light illuminates the pear blossoms extra warmly.

The yard is bright.

Chu Ziyan was very happy.

Lingguang Shenjun asked him: "You have been living in Jinling, who else is in your family? How are you doing now?"

Chu Ziyan said: "I am from Qingzhou, and my family was originally in the stationery business, but my parents passed away early, and they passed away one after another before I was 14 years old..."

Seeing Shenjun Lingguang's eyes dim, he smiled and said: "I am living a good life. My parents are old and their son loves me very much. After they passed away, they left a wealth of wealth that is enough for me to enjoy my life. But money is not outside of me. Things, I prefer to walk around, so I left Qingzhou and made my home all over the world, oh, I now make a living by selling paintings, and it has been less than a year since I came to Jinling, but it has been the most rewarding year in my life.”

Hearing what he said well, Lingguang Shenjun was very pleased: "What did you gain? Beauty?"

I didn't expect to be able to say this sentence jokingly.

But Chu Ziyan was stunned by this sentence, looked at her for a while, didn't know if it was the light or something else, felt that his face was a little rosy, Ling Guang Shenjun raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Is she really a beauty?

There was another thorn in his heart, and he couldn't help feeling sad, but he immediately comforted himself that this is good, and he loves his parents, has a job he likes, a rich life, and a woman he likes... This is what he is like. The best life in the age group, the blessing.

"Then I want to bless you." Zhao Mingyue raised his wine glass.

Chu Ziyan thought for a moment, then smiled and drank, his posture suddenly became a little lazy: "I have never seen anyone more beautiful than your Excellency."

This is obviously a hint.

Lingguang Shenjun asked back: "Didn't you see it when you looked in the mirror?"

Chu Ziyan smiled gracefully: "It is better to be ridiculed by the king than to be praised by thousands of people."

can speak.

The two raised their glasses and drank together again.

Chu Ziyan, who has never been very talkative, seems to want to present his past 20 years of time to the person in front of him tonight. When he felt that he had introduced it carefully, but was brought into a certain time by her deftly, he began to chatter endlessly.

very nice.

Although the two had just met, the feelings they confided with her were really good.

Chu Ziyan said the most words in his life, drank the most wine, and spent the happiest night for him.Yes, happy and comfortable.

"It's too late to meet each other." He drank a little too much, his cheeks were a little drunk, "I searched thousands of miles, and I finally found someone who made me feel... that this life is not in vain."

He was really a little drunk.

Thinking about it this way, Lord Lingguang seems to have never seen him drunk in the years since we met Xizhou. It's not that he can drink so well that he can't drink a thousand cups without drinking ten thousand cups, but that the man is too calm and thinks he is guilty of seldom in front of others.

Think about it, she and Que Lin also had the experience of being drunk by the side of the road...

Sparrow Lin.

Lingguang Shenjun's eyes darkened again, and then silently looked at the person in front of him.At this moment, he is very different from Hou Xiri, because he is really a human being, with no burden on his shoulders, no forbearance in his heart, but a lucky person who has gained warm family and friendship, and lives an indifferent life. Ordinary life of struggle.

"Ziyan."

"Huh?" His long and narrow eyes were blurred with alcohol, and there was always a smile on his mouth. It was obvious that he was very happy tonight.

"Are you... how are you doing now? Do you like your current life?"

"Have a good life, I like the life I have now."

"That's good."

"What about you?" Chu Ziyan thought for a while, "Do you have to find that person?"

"I seem to have found him.

how come?Didn't you say you couldn't find it during the day? "found it?"

"Ah, I'm glad to see him doing well, surrounded by friends he can trust, living the life he likes."

Happy?Then why cry so lonely?

Chu Ziyan, who was a little drunk, hiccupped, and his flowery and jade-like drunken cheeks suddenly became serious: "Does she not want you anymore?"

Eh?How to come to such a conclusion.

Chu Ziyan straightened his back and wanted to slap his chest, and almost lost his balance. Sitting opposite him, Lingguang Shenjun stood up and wanted to help him, but squatted in mid-air with his hands, staying in the motion of bending and reaching out.

can not touch.

One touch would be another catastrophe that would be fragmented. At that moment, the statue of King Peacock Ming pierced through his heart, and then the image of him being wiped out caught her eyes. She retracted her hands and slowly sat back on her seat.

Chu Ziyan knocked down his wine glass but stabilized himself, patted his chest and said, "She doesn't want you, I can't ask for more, you have nowhere to go, so come to me, I... can take care of you."

With hot eyes, Lingguang Shenjun raised his glass and drank it. Looking up, he saw the lanterns among the pear blossoms. Even if it was a lantern hanging in front of his door, or a flower blooming in front of his door, she would be willing. .

"Peach blossom wine is brewed by the soul of the flower. You know the fragrance of the flower and it is destined. The wine can dispel your worries and disappear, and you can lie down on the flowers and rest in peace. The flowers don't know that the sun and the moon are short, but it has been thousands of years in the world. I don't want to be in the chaotic world. I would rather make a branch Flower Fairy."

Chu Ziyan stared at her for a long time, then suddenly said, "Have we... met?"

Lord Lingguang was taken aback, could it be that he still has memory?

He couldn't help laughing: "Otherwise, why did I fall in love with you at first sight? Oh, by the way, I haven't asked your honorable name yet?"

"My surname is Zhao."

"What about the name? Can you tell me conveniently?"

"... Mingyue."

"Ming... moon, bright moon."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he called her name in the same tone.But Chu Ziyan slowly lay down on the wine table, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, the man lives up to his name, like the bright moon in the sky."

Then pass out.

The night in Jing'an Palace became extremely quiet. Zhao Mingyue looked at the person who fell asleep on the table in front of her for a long time, and got up to pick him up and go back to the room. He appeared broken like a psychological barrier, so she turned into a The spell took him back to the bed in the bedroom.

It's still the same room, the same people, just separated by the distance between heaven and earth.

Lingguang Shenjun looked at him for a long time, hating that Lixiao and Tianming came too soon, but he also felt that he should come sooner, otherwise it would be difficult for her to make up her mind to go out from here.

May your life be well.

treasure.

It will be... indefinitely.

The crisp chirping of birds in the yard came to my ears, and Chu Ziyan, who was hungover on the bed, woke up. The butler Zhouquan brought a bowl of hangover soup: "Don't be addicted to alcohol because you are young, you can get drunk by yourself Drunk." After Chu Ziyan's parents passed away, the housekeeper took care of him, and the housekeeper had no children of his own, so he treated him as his own.

Chu Ziyan, who was drinking sober soup, paused: "Did I drink the wine by myself yesterday?"

"Isn't it? After returning from Taohuawu, I hid in the Jing'an Hall and drank by myself."

oh yes.

He actually listened to what the fortune teller said, and really went to Taohuawu to look for someone on February [-] yesterday, but the fortune teller couldn't find him, but he saw the man in white, but he couldn't find him in the end. I don't know what he looks like.

But, why is that person's back and profile so similar to the portrait he painted? !
Is it a coincidence?
Chu Ziyan supported his forehead and handed the bowl to the housekeeper: "I'm going to lie down for a while, I won't have breakfast for now."

Seeing his painful appearance, the butler sighed and retreated respectfully.

Chu Ziyan continued to lie down on the bed, still feeling sorry for the white-clothed man who was missing yesterday: "If I see it, I will be able to draw the facial features, right? I don't know if the back looks like what I looked for, and what about the face."

I can't think about it anymore, I feel really uncomfortable after being drunk, but how did he get drunk yesterday?In a trance, he remembers his greedy cup after cup, Chu Ziyan, you have the potential to be a drunkard, he has no choice but to close his eyes.

Drowsy and about to fall asleep...

A pair of big black and white eyes suddenly popped into mind.

Chu Ziyan suddenly opened his eyes, what's going on?This feeling... like, a sudden inspiration came.The person who complained about having a headache just now threw off the quilt and got out of bed and went straight to the pavilion in the side garden.

It was still a bit chilly in February, this person only wore white single clothes and bare feet, but he didn't feel the cold at all. He stood in front of the desk and immersed himself in the ink and toning, his movements were done neatly in one go.

Then he quickly picked up the paintbrush, dipped in the paint and stippled on the edge of the inkstone. With his more than 20 or [-] years of experience, he could have painted directly, but this time he used the brush to stipple on the back of his hand very carefully, and the color of the strokes It was all what he wanted, so he took a deep breath at the face on the painting of the man in white clothes, and drew those eyes on the paper...

After drawing those bright eyes, it was as if a certain knot in his heart had been opened, and his thoughts welled up in the drawing, from eyes to nose to lips in one go...

After finishing the painting, looking at the complete portrait of the man in white, Chu Ziyan was suffocated for a long time, and suddenly he was very excited!

He broke the curse of not being able to draw human facial features!
This is simply a miracle. To strike while the iron is hot, to say that he couldn't stop and couldn't wait to fill in the missing paintings one by one, and then the portraits hanging on the entire pavilion, all kinds of people in white were vivid. Just like a real person...

However, Chu Ziyan, who had a great sense of accomplishment, suddenly stopped smiling.

Why... are all the men in white the same person?He looked at every appearance of the man in white in the painting, there was him stepping on the snow to find plums, there was him playing the flute in the gazebo, and there was him walking through the summer lotus pond.

Smile, laugh, melancholy, lost...

All kinds of expressions are from the same person, and they are so vivid that they seem to be in his mind.

Chu Ziyan's gaze finally fell on the man in white under the peach tree, and his brain suddenly ached sharply.

The damn wine...

Just a moment to cover my head.

……"What's your name?"

... "Ziyan, how are you doing now?"

... "My surname is Zhao."

... "What about your name? Can you let me know at your convenience."

... "... Mingyue."

Bright moon?Zhao Mingyue!So, he didn't drink alone at all last night!Chu Ziyan immediately rushed out of Jing'an Hall again.

There are no lanterns on the pear tree, the ground is clean, and there is no trace of the happy banquet in the impression.

"Mongolian!"

"Master." Meng Lu stepped into the courtyard of Jing'an Hall.

"Did I drink with someone in this yard last night? It was a man in white, named Zhao Mingyue."

It's the man in white again, has the master been poisoned by the man in white? "No, the master drank here alone last night."

"Are there no other guests? How do I remember that we met the man in white in Taohuawu and took him to the house as a guest?"

"Master, yesterday we searched all over the mountain for the man in white, but we couldn't find him."

"..." Meng Lu and the butler wouldn't hide it from him, but Zhao Mingyue yesterday was the same as what he drew.

"Master, you think about it every day and dream at night. This subordinate thinks that you care too much about the man in white."

Chu Ziyan was still reluctant to believe that he was always certain about his feelings, and there was nothing wrong with him since he was a child. Many phenomena existed like supernatural powers, for example, he could see things that ordinary people couldn't see.

Those things were designated as evil spirits by the Onmyoji, but none of them dared to approach him.

Could it be that he saw a... demon last night?

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw Xueqiu quietly walking in from the door.

"Can this cat be given to me?" It seemed that he had heard this sentence too, but the cat is still there.

Looking at the pear blossoms that bloom quietly and in full bloom just like yesterday, there is no trace of the scene last night, is it really just a dream?
(End of this chapter)