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Time flies, thousands of years pass.

The people and events of the past have long become the scenery in the memory, and with the boat rowing through the clear water and green mountains, the apes on both sides of the river, or forgotten, or the age, it is not very clear.

Twilight recalled the life and death catastrophe that had been there, and the last bit of love in his heart gradually faded with Li Mubai thousands of years ago.

She rolled up her sleeves, wrapped up her robe, flew down the tree pole, jumped several times in mid-air, and swept towards the ancient mansion of the Dusk clan with a clear and noble figure.

In the drizzle, her words as light as silk came, mixed with a hint of strong and indifferent empress in the coldness: "Changxi, in the future, the monarch and the minister will be the boundary, and the master and servant will be respectful, and there must be no mistake!" ”

From childhood to adulthood, she has always taken the initiative to chase Chang Xi, ignoring that she is the master and Chang Xi is the servant.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and time has passed.

Whatever the reason, this man shouldn't have rejected her again and again.

She is a dignified empress of the blood clan, don't you want to lose face?

In that case, so be it!

Then treat him as a monarch and a minister, and don't say that she didn't give him a chance.

Bang!

Behind Twilight, a strong aura suddenly erupted from the branch where Chang Xi was, breaking half of the forest.

Countless branches fell one after another, the mountain collapsed, and the wet rocks rolled down the mountain road.

Thick dust rose in the air, and the fog covered the oasis of the blood pool, as if night had fallen, exuding a powerful coercion for which the heavens and the earth had changed color.

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a white-clothed man was hidden in the smoke and dust, and disappeared.

Only the man spoke softly and delicately, as usual, and could not discern any emotion: "Yes, Lord." Chang Xi received the order. ”

Bang!

This time, Twilight flicked off the sleeve of his robe, shattering the other half of the woods.

Don't admit mistakes?

Not convinced?

Dare to split the woods and give her a face?

Able.

What about when she is furnishings?

Cut, who doesn't know how to chop the woods! A few pieces of broken wood.

…………

When Twilight returned to the ancient mansion, Ying Di had already returned from the province and brought back three carts of gifts.

Among them, except for the four gifts of Chang Xi, the stubborn master, Yunguang, and Bian Qiu, the rest are all the people's fat and people's ointment that Ying Di collected from the clansmen in his hometown.

When the clansmen sent Ying Tu away, everyone was in tears, pulling Ying Tu's arm and talking to him, however, his eyes stayed on the gift, and he was very reluctant.

Ying Tu narrowed his eyes coldly, his eyes were like a cold knife, and he said in a deep voice: "Madame will thank you." ”

These rabbit cubs, one by one, are ghostly, when he doesn't know what's going on?

It's a pity that no matter how distressed you are, you can't help it.

When something is in his hands, don't expect it to be taken back.

Such a classic activity as robbing the tribe has always been his favorite joy of life.

"Twilight, you're back?" In the courtyard, as soon as the stubborn lord saw Twilight, he threw down the broom in his hand and rushed over.

Just as he was about to throw himself into Twilight's arms, Win appeared silently behind him, tugging at his collar and throwing him out of the wall.

Boom!

The recalcitrant man fell upside down into a snow pit like a malnourished turnip.

In the courtyard, Ying Tu raised his eyebrows, his expression was proud, and he didn't think so.

The world is finally pure.

He hates that fat ball that always steals his limelight.

Welcoming his daughter-in-law is of course up to him.

Ying Di stepped forward, declared his sovereignty and hugged Twilight into his arms, and by the way, he stroked Twilight's long hair very maturely and steadily, and said, "It's good for you to come back." Let's go, I'll take you to see the gifts. ”

"Hmm." Twilight is in a bad mood, but it doesn't show it on the surface.

Ying Tu is her fiancé, and in front of the Twilight clan, she naturally needs to get the dignity she deserves.

The three carts of gifts had already been moved into the warehouse in the yard, and they were stuffed to the brim.

Ying Di took Twilight's hand and walked into the warehouse, pointed to the neatly arranged gifts, and said: "This is the blood of the three-thousand-year-old spirit beast given to you by grandma and grandpa. ”

"Okay, thank you, grandma, grandpa." Twilight nodded slightly.

However, what did she do in the North Sea for no reason?

"This is the 3,000-year-old ginseng that Grandma and Grandpa found for you. Although it is human food, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, and the effect is very good. On weekdays, let Bian Qiu stew blood porridge for you. "Ying Tu has already arranged the way to eat.

"Okay, thank you, grandma, grandpa." Twilight touched the tip of her nose, but she was afraid of getting a nosebleed.

"Also, this bracelet was given by my cousin, although it is not very valuable. This jade pendant was given by my uncle, although it is not very valuable. This box of rouge is our aunt's private goods, and I will rob ...... it" Ying Di was happy for a while, and said that he leaked his mouth, and hurriedly changed his words: "My aunt has to give it to me, although it is really not very valuable." ”

In Yingdi's view, only food that has reached the age of thousands of years is the most valuable thing.

Other costumes and jade are all useless things, so they are worthless.

Twilight couldn't help but hold his forehead and sighed secretly: Why do you want to grab the worthless things back?

This is clearly a little bandit emperor, and the people of the Ying clan probably worship the wrong ancestor, right? The vision is bad.

What's that, though?

Twilight's gaze rested on a scroll, and he turned his head and ordered, "Spread it out for me." ”

"Yes." Yunguang bowed his head and took the two servants to bring a clean desk, put the painting on the desk, and spread it out.

On the screen, a palace of Qionglou Yuyu, Biwa Zhuyong.

In the palace, a rich and beautiful woman was lying on her side on a soft couch, closing her eyes and taking a nap.

She was sleepy, her posture was graceful, and her graceful and luxurious eyebrows showed extraordinary dignity.

At the bottom right of the scroll, two Qingping tunes are depicted with pen and ink.

One of them is: a branch of dew and incense, clouds and rain Wushan in vain. By asking who in the Han Palace is like, poor Feiyan leans on new makeup.

The second is: the famous flowers are full of joy in the country, and the king looks at it with a smile. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is leaning on the north of the gan.

This is the second of the three Qingping tunes written by Qinglian monks in the post-Tang Dynasty to describe the Yang concubine.

Originally, it was supposed to be three, but only two were mentioned on this painting, what is the reason?

Could it be ......

Twilight suddenly remembered something, approached the scroll, picked up the poem on the scroll, and looked at it carefully.

Syllable.

The scroll falls to the ground.

Twilight was stunned for a while, and there were mixed feelings in his heart.

She was all too familiar with the handwriting of the poems on the scroll.

Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, I could still see the real handwriting of that person's ink treasure.

Moreover, the man also kept the promise he made to her at that time: "Gaia, from now on, as long as I personally mention the Qingping tune, I will always have only two." Because, that first song was when I was drunk and thought of you, so I wrote it for you, I was drunk for you, and I was deeply fascinated by you......"

At that time, she was still young and didn't know what love was, so she only thought it was drunk and drunk, and didn't take it to heart.

But she didn't want to see that person's promise a thousand years later.

Perhaps, whenever that person misses her, he will raise his glass to the moon and chant: The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon......