A river of mist and rain surrounds the green hills, the dream is lingering, a word touches the heart, and the love spreads.
Seeing this, Qiu Moli frowned and gently closed the storybook in his hand.
It was another story about an infatuated woman who misplaced her feelings and was let down in the end.
Exact encounter, similar plot, tragic ending There is no end to it, so let’s forget about one book.
It’s not boring to have three books in a row with the same plot.
It's obviously a vulgar story, but it's told in such a righteous way.
It's clear that love doesn't work out, and love doesn't work out, yet romance is still spreading.
It's really ridiculous She stopped reading this kind of story after she was ten years old.
It seems that the rare books I have in the General's Mansion are still good-looking, why don't I go back and steal them out?
"Why" Qiu Moli just sighed, and the considerate Zaiyu stepped forward and handed him a cup of fragrant rosemary tea.
Then he quietly retreated behind Qiu Moli, rubbed his forehead for Qiu Moli, and said: Relieve Qiu Moli's bad mood.
"Girl, is the story book not good?
Do you want to change it?"
Qiu Moli enjoyed the comfort of Suiyu massaging him, and at the same time he did not forget to answer Suiyu's questions.
"Well, no need, it seems to be a similar story.
An infatuated woman fell in love with a poor scholar, and she gave up everything behind her parents' back just to help the scholar become famous.
Unfortunately, things backfired.
Although the poor scholar became successful, he had long forgotten that.
I’m tired of the old vows of eternal love.”
With one tired sentence, she confided in Qiu Moli that she had never liked the love given by both parties, as it was too stupid and too tiring.
"Since the girl is tired, why not go out for a walk.
I know that there will be an event at the Yuelao Temple in the east of the city tonight, which will be very lively."
When Suiyu spoke, there was a look of little girl's expectation on her face.
I guess it was because the grown man Song Chumo didn't like this kind of girly stuff, so Suiyu didn't see her much.
"Ziyu, how old are you?"
Qiu Moli turned around and said softly to Suiyu. "14" "Where are you from?"
Qiu Moli asked again.
"Sandbar."
At this point, Qiu Moli suddenly cut off the conversation between them.
It was boring, it was too boring.
Compared to Chaoyue and Zhaixing, Suiyu is too well-behaved.
She will answer whatever you ask and never ask why.
But for such people, Qiu Moli always feels that there is something missing.
"Ziyu, help me prepare a set of red women's clothes.
I'm going to the east of the city."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiu Moli regretted it.
She stopped Suiyu again and changed her women's clothes into men's clothes.
After all, she still had lingering fears about the General's Mansion and didn't want her ordinary days to end too early.
An hour later, the two people changed their clothes and disguised themselves, and embarked on a tour to the east of the city.
Qiu Moli was still dressed in red, but the outline of his face was much softer than when he was in Cuihong Mansion.
Fortunately, he was still a handsome gentleman, but it was a pity that his eyes still could not show his true colors.
"Master, there are many people on the road, hold on to my slave's hand."
Broiyu said this while holding Qiu Moli's hand and carefully avoiding the passers-by.
Along the way, Suiyu carefully told Qiu Moli what she saw and heard, and Qiu Moli also listened attentively.
It wasn't until they reached the moat not far from Yuelao Temple that the crowd suddenly grew larger, and Suiyu stopped introducing everything around him to Qiu Moli.
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At this time, a large area of gorgeous fireworks suddenly bloomed over the river bank not far away, and the atmosphere was suddenly lifted.
Not only did someone in the crowd shout, "You can see more beautiful fireworks from the bridge," a large group of people began to move purposefully.
The direct result of this was that Qiu Moli and Suiyu were squeezed apart.
By the time Qiu Moli came back to his senses, there was no familiar person around him.
Qiu Moli had to rely on his excellent sense of direction to guess the movement of the people around him, but despite all calculations, he still ignored some young but very naughty children.
By accident, Qiu Moli was knocked to the ground.
Before Qiu Moli had time to get up, his foot was stepped on hard.
Before Qiu Moli had time to gasp and cry out in pain, he was stepped on again.
Fortunately, before she could finish her sigh, she was helped up by a kind person.
The clear voice was as delicate as water.
As the person approached, the air was mixed with the fragrance of lotus, as if he was in a large lotus pond.
Qiu Moli didn't need to think carefully to know who was in front of him.
"Master Li, are you okay?"
Qiu Moli thought for a long time about Mr.
Li's somewhat unfamiliar name, and finally remembered the name Li Li he had made up at random in Cuihong Mansion.
"It's okay, thank you" Qiu Moli nodded in the direction of Lian Ji.
"No, it's just a little effort.
Mr.
Li also went to Yuelao Temple to pray for blessings?"
What Lian Ji said was very obscure, but it also left a lot of room for imagination.
Yuelao Temple prayed for her and Xuan Zixu and the other one who had never said anything.
I wonder who thought she was stupid?
She just wanted marriage.
When seeking marriage, why do you need to talk so grandly?
shameful "No, I'm here to seek marriage.
After all, I don't have Miss Lian Ji beside me, a girl who is considerate and gentle, making people want to give up everything."
Qiu Moli smiled and answered with a dark expression. .
Lian Ji seemed not to hear the meaning in Qiu Moli's words, and warmly invited Qiu Moli.
"Do you want to come together?
We will go too."
"Okay, but I might have to trouble Miss Lian Ji to support me.
You know, I can't see."
Qiu Moli didn't refuse, but spoke with a leisurely smile.
"Yue Ying, go help Mr.
Li."
Xuan Zixu, who had been silent for a long time, said to Yue Ying, who was following closely not far away.
The entire journey was silent, which was beyond Qiu Moli's expectation.
At this time, shouldn't Xuan Zixu and Lian Ji embrace and celebrate until dawn?
After all, her wife, her life or death is unknown at this moment.
When he arrived at Yuelao Temple, Qiu Moli realized that the crowd before was just making a small fuss.
After finally squeezing into the temple, Lian Ji took a writing brush and the Yuelao Temple's unique lover's wishing wooden sign, and whispered to Qiu Moli.
"Sir, do you want to write down your wishes?"
Qiu Moli stared at the empty air, obviously not knowing what Lian Ji meant.
"Didn't the young master ask for marriage?
The traditional legend of Yuelao Temple is to write your wishes on the wishing board and hang it up.
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Then as long as you wait, you will meet the right person."
Seeing that Qiu Moli was unmoved, Lian Ji continued to speak.
"Zixu and I met at Yuelao Temple.
It's very effective."
While Lian Ji was speaking, she blushed and secretly glanced at Xuan Zixu.
Her eyes were full of tenderness, which was obviously telling her daughter's shyness.
Fortunately, Qiu Moli couldn't see it.
Qiu Moli politely took the wooden sign handed over by Lian Ji, played with it in his hand, then stepped aside, wrote a few words on the sign, and then hung up the wooden sign in his hand under Yueying's guidance. good.
"Young Master, does anyone have a crush on you?"
"Yes and no."
Qiu Moli didn't explain any more, and luckily Lian Ji didn't ask any more questions.
The last few people left Yuelao Temple at Xuan Zixu's urging.
After the three people walked away, a man in white clothes among the crowd picked up the wooden signs written by the three people and looked at them one by one, and then put them down again.
It seemed ordinary, but it was unusual because he was on one of the wooden signs.
The card stays there longer than the other two pieces.
The night wind blew, and three wooden signs were mixed in a pile of wooden signs.
Only one wooden sign was very conspicuous, with domineering and vigorous cursive grass, and the words on it could be vaguely made out. solitary "Does it mean to live a lonely life?
I'm sick.
Who the hell writes this in Yuelao Temple and is not afraid of being punished by God?"
I don’t know who cursed loudly, which caused a burst of sighs from the people around me.
But after the sighs, everything is still calm.
Who will pay attention to this?
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