The moon rises in the northwest, and the clouds hide in the southeast.
Sporadic wind and snow still return to the cold side.
The air is filled with frost, flowers are blooming, the cold spring is quiet, and pear blossoms as pale as a white street are flying down one after another, covering the pond with frost.
A woman wearing a snow-white fox fur is sitting by the poolside, holding a scroll of Nanhua Sutra in her hand. Her knuckles are slender and long, and her thin fingertips reveal a cold crystal white color, which even the heavy snow cannot hide. color.
The snow-colored skirt was rolled up between her knees, exposing a pair of slender and slender calves, bathed in the cold spring covered with petals.
Qing Shui was preparing tea for her, and sighed helplessly: "Mother, the little tiger has disappeared from the palace again. Do you want to send Qingxuan to find her?"
Hearing this, the woman put down the Nanhua Sutra in her hand, took the tea, and without drinking it, she stood up between the cold bridges with her bare feet.
The fox fur danced in the wind. She raised her extremely elegant and regular face and looked at the stars in the distance. Her face was extremely beautiful.
Even though he had seen countless beautiful Qingshui female officials, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.
I saw the remaining petals of pear blossoms falling down and covering the tip of the woman's nose. The cold fragrance was fragrant. She smiled and said, "It smells so good."
Qing Shui was slightly startled, not knowing what words to reply.
This pear tree has been blooming for thousands of years, and I have never seen the empress express any words of appreciation. It smells so good tonight, so it is impossible to praise the fragrance of the flowers.
The jade pendant on her forehead made a ringing sound. As the woman lowered her head, the broken petal fell into the tea in her hand and floated gently. There was still a smile in those dark eyes. She opened her lips again and said: "When will Junjun Leaving the palace?"
"Half an hour ago." Qing Shui replied.
"Did you leave any note behind when you left the palace?"
"The little tiger did leave a toilet seat, saying..." At this point, Qingshui's expression was startled, and then his eyes were slightly strange, and he glanced at his wife quietly before continuing: "The little tiger said it was in the city. The flowers were blooming and smelled so sweet. She wanted to look for them and see whose flowers bloomed so sweetly."
The woman sighed with emotion: "Is Xiaojunjun going to grow up? Everyone knows that he has to look for flowers and ask for help."
The light water color becomes even weirder.
Is this how Xunhuawenliu is used? Your Majesty.
That is your favorite little girl.
"Forget it." The woman raised the porcelain cup in her hand, and whether it was the tea in the cup or the flowers in the tea room, they all fell into the cold pool like splashing ink.
She smiled in a low voice, but her eyes were slightly cold, reflecting a bit of flaming blood: "When I go to see the trouble in the long night, I will go looking for flowers and willows with my little Junjun."
Qing Shui's expression was a little hesitant, his eyes moved slightly, and he quietly glanced at the outer pavilion at the end of the corridor.
Xin Dao said that His Royal Highness has entered the immortal city of the mortal world tonight. Although he is resting and sleeping in the outer pavilion, people may not be able to notice your words.
Can you please keep a low profile on this matter of looking for flowers and asking willows? Don't be so arrogant and arrogant under your husband's nose.
The lantern swayed, its blood-red light flickering in the night wind.
The open wound in Balian's palm was like a spring that was hard to stop. He simply tore off a piece of clothing and tied it tightly to stop the wound.
With Fang Geyu's support, as soon as the two of them escaped from the deep basement, there was a huge crashing sound behind them. The basement with the iron door was like a landslide, and countless fine sand barriers fell rumblingly. into a huge pit.
The dust was scattered, the earth collapsed, and there was no trace of Youguilang.
There was a rapid and sharp sound of string horns in the air, and Bai Lian was certain that Yougui Lang could not fall into this insect disaster so easily.
Although the blood in his palms no longer continued to flow, the uncontrollable power of the river of blood gradually returned to calm under Balian's efforts to suppress it, and there were waves of weakness in his body, as if it had been drained.
Although the power of the blood river has calmed down, Balian had just spent an extremely large amount of blood to irrigate the earth, which was enough to drive the monsters in the deserted house into madness.
As they ran away, countless snake-like things could be seen burrowing through the earth, making creepy rustling sounds.
As the two of them were walking quickly, a snake-shaped earth bag suddenly arched under Fang Geyu's feet. An ordinary woman would have screamed due to the sudden change.
Fang Geyu didn't stop walking. From the corner of his eye, he saw something happened under his feet. He knew something was wrong. He gathered his spiritual power and stepped on the dirt bag.
The movement was so sharp and the force was so fierce that the bag of earth that looked like it was being drilled by a living creature exploded in an instant, with a bit of moist soil flying out.
Seeing Fang Geyu's stance, Bailian, whose arm was supported by her, couldn't help shaking his body and pursed his lips in silence.
A bright red and colorful ghost snake lay in the soil that had been trampled up. The thick corpse odor was diffused and wrapped in the moisture of the soil, and the clean boots under Fang Geyu's feet were immediately stained.
How could the arrogant and mysophobic eldest lady bear this? She suddenly showed an unbearable expression of collapse.
The ghost snake swimming in the ground was already dead before Fang Geyu set his feet, and the foul-smelling corpse aura also came from it.
Half of the snake's body had been chewed into black bones, with bloody sandworms entangled among the bones.
As if smelling the breath of a living person, the bright red flying insects rushed towards Fang Geyu's eyes like bloody dandelions dispersed by the wind.
Fang Geyu's face turned pale, and he was about to take the fire talisman to burn these monster insects.
At this moment, her wrist was suddenly gently grasped by a warm hand, and with a gentle pull, she was taken two steps back and protected behind her.
Under the night light, Balian's eyes glowed with a strange bright red light, as if they were ignited by bright red flames.
The swarms of demonic insects that had always eaten people from under the eyes suddenly stopped in their frantic movements.
The sharp vibrating sound of the wings also became tame. The monster insect as fine as a particle could not see the slightest change, but its aura became obviously obedient and submissive.
There was a sharp stinging pain in the center of Bailian's eyebrows. Under his eyebrows was the spiritual platform. He used Liuhe's power again, and there were faint signs of backlash in his body.
Holding back the pain, he issued an order and dispersed the group of demonic insects. Balian's body swayed and he was firmly supported by Fang Ge's quick eyes and hands.
The deserted house is full of demons, but the sky is filled with the clear and cold silvery moon. I don’t know when it started to snow again, and the snow is extremely cold.
But the silver-hook waning moon in the sky was still not covered by the clouds. The pale moonlight spread down and fell on his face, making his face even more pale and weak.
Fang Geyu's expression was indescribably ugly. His blood pupils, which were usually able to freely retract their colors, were flickering in the dark at this moment, like a man-eating demon.
