After The Unsuccessful Search

Yang Chanzhen shook the head: "At the beginning I could vaguely perceive the familiar and intimacy of Madam Mao, but I didn't feel the familiarity of Miss Xuanling."

Lin Tianlu Doubtful: "Why did that Xuanling call himself'Yu Xuanling'?"

Is it just having the same given name and family name?

After a moment of silence, Lin Tianlu and Mao Ruoyu looked at each other, and sighed with their shoulders down.

"The slave family is really going to be confused."

"This matter... or wait for Xuan Ling to recover from her sleep before discussing it."

Lin Tianlu said solemnly: "Tell her these tens of thousands of years ago, she should be able to remember some of the past."

Yang Chanzhen is slightly nodded, and raised his hand to indicate:

"In that case, you may wish to visit Shuge first. Mr. and Mrs. I happened to prepare some dinner for you. Tonight, we will rest in the bamboo house for one night."

"Then bother. Miss Yang is here." Mao Ruoyu hurriedly bowed to his body and saluted.

Following Yang Chanzhen all the way, the two quickly returned to the Secret Realm grotto.

……

"Eh -"

Mao Ruoyu raised his head and looked at the endless quaint bookshelves, his charming face was lost in a daze.

Although she is the predecessor of Linyue Valley, Saintess, but she has never seen such an unimaginable magnificent sea of ​​books. Only then did she truly realize what the concept of "a lot of books" is what Miss Yang said.

Thinking of this, she immediately glanced at Yang Chanzhen with a rather subtle look.

"There are many secret scrolls of magic techniques here, as well as historical ancient books, which can be described as inclusive and all-inclusive. Even I have never browsed them all. Any two of you can do it at will."

Seeing Yang Chanzhen's back fluttering away, Mao Ruoyu retracted his eyes and said in a low voice: "husband, we are going to..."

"Of course, we are reading the book seriously."

Lin Tianlu patted beautiful woman fragrant shoulder, smiled heartily: "Look at the ancient book literary literary ten million years ago."

Mao Ruoyu laughed blankly, and simply let go of his thoughts , Followed him into the sea of ​​books, and looked at the densely packed ancient books on both sides with great interest.

She is not very interested in cheats, history and others, but if she finds some refining methods, medicine recipes and others, it may not be long before she leaves, the beautiful woman suddenly gave a pleasant surprise. I quickly took out an ancient book from the bookshelf and flipped it through.

"..."

Unconsciously, several hours passed quietly.

Until Yang Chanzhen reminded her with a little smile, the two of them reluctant to part the book pavilion and returned to the bamboo house to sit down and enjoy a refreshing dinner.

……

The night is silent and the stars and moon are bright.

Wei pays the debts and hopes to be strong, and Rui Pinghu is insignificant.

Between the bamboo forests, there is a shadow of water and white walking along the road, stopping from time to time to look, straight It took at least a while to find the way to the so-called'萸喑亍連

"It's really an open-air bath..."

Mao Ruoyu came quietly and looked curiously. .

This is a peach meal in the testimony alliance bottle, nobe Sakura Jiayu, and Pan Ke coughing around that Chen Tanzhenglu's scorpion, transfer, accumulation, and stagnation.

But the most striking thing is the lithe and graceful beauty who sits quietly in it.

The beautiful pink back is fully exposed, and the jade color seems to flow under the radiant water, as if the perfect figure of resembles nature itself, it is a little fascinating to look at.

If you look closely, you can also vaguely see the exquisite and round pink fragrant shoulder behind the mist, and the round peaks that are half submerged in the pool, unrestrainedly showing some alluring and charming.

"--Mrs. Mao, get into the pool soon."

Yang Chanzhen looked back and whispered: "This is a little bit of love The pupa pupa at the right tarsal lotus at Huangji!

"You--"

Mao Ruoyu's breathing was stagnant, and he stared at the beauty in front of him.

When you dip into the pool, you can see the whole picture at a glance without wearing a veil.

"You...really look like a slave house." "

Even if Lin Tianlu told her about it not long ago, seeing it in person now makes her surprised.

Maybe she can't be considered as a twin sister. The same, but the facial chakra's five senses really have a similar charm, as if they were related to each other by blood.

"Similarities are also fate. "

Yang Chanzhen slightly pressed her lips: "The opportunity is rare, so Madam will sit down and chat with me." "

Mao Ruoyu's cheeks flushed, and he hummed.

I came to the pool late at night, not only to cleanse the body, but also to have a private conversation with Miss Yang.

After all, the experiences and hearings of today are really unforgettable.

While her mind is floating, she untied her chest strap easily, and the plump and huge sensation suddenly followed The embroidered pattern jumped out of her chest pocket, rippling with amazing white and tender waves, and the delicate plum blossoms stood high, jumping with the wave crests and marking several rounds of colorful and charming marks.

Yang Chanzhen blinked his purple eyes and stared. Staring straight.

Mao Ruoyu bowed his head and forbeared the line of sight, his cheeks became more and more rosy, he simply disintegrated the aqua gauze skirt that wrapped his carcass, and the jade body was bare, and he hurriedly stepped on it. Into the 萸喑亍

But as soon as she sat down in the pool, she suddenly felt a touch of skin on her chest, which made her stand upright with her fragrant shoulder, shaking her whole body with fright: "Yang, Miss Yang? ! "

Yang Chanzhen took back the right hand of the'weight', and said indifferently:

"No wonder Mr. He likes it so much." "

"..."

Mao Ruoyu flushed his face to his chest, not knowing whether to cry or laugh for a while.

Miss Yang looked indifferent Like an immortal, how can there be such a time when it is not tuned.

Chapter 385: Quiet night and quiet, talk till morning

"Hoo-"

Mao Ruoyu quietly moved a few inches away, and protected his chest tightly, so as not to be attacked again.

But fortunately, Yang Chanzhen did not make any more weird actions. Talk more about your body and posture.

Mao Ruoyu touched her cheeks and calmed down a little.

As she pursed her lips in silence, she thought to herself, and whispered: "Miss Yang, you will come back I really want to stay in Xiaojie Lang Xiaojun

Yang Chanzhen looks as usual, nodded and said: "I have no interest in earthly life, I have been here since I was young.

Compared to the situation of open strife and veiled struggle outside, now it is the tranquility that allows me to relax and fall asleep."

"But in the mountains..."

Mao Ruoyu hesitated for a while and stopped speaking, after all, he didn't speak much.

Maybe, Miss Yang really likes the quietness of this place.

If she is chattering around, it may seem too annoying.

"Mrs. Mao is concerned about her heart, I know it in my heart." Yang Chanzhen seemed to have expected, and her tone slowly said: "But for me, the momentary peace of mind is more lively than a thousand times. There is no need to worry about my being in the mountains. I’ll be lonely."

She continued: "If I were really lonely, there would be cilantro under the mountain, with scorpion, two loops, one negative, peptide, pretty spring, sulphurous, sulphurous, sulphurous, sturdy The pancreas obesity keeps the meat away!

"It's the slaves who care too much. "

Mao Ruoyu sighed ashamed: "I thought Miss Yang had been so bitter and lonely these years. I wanted to talk to the girl tonight and let you live with us in Changling County." . "

Yang Chanzhen's eyebrows seemed soft, and she smiled implicitly: "Madam already knows the experience of my husband and my mother 50 years ago, and now I still want me to settle in Changling?" "

"This way, the slave family normally takes a picture of Miss Gu one or two." "Mao Ruoyu sorry laughed: "husband, if he is normally free, he can also chat with the girl to relieve his boredom. "

"Madam, this is..."

Yang Chan Zhenzhen first crooked: "Take me as your husband's daughter?" "

"cough cough! "

Mao Ruoyu looked embarrassed and said: "Just thinking that your husband and Lingtang still have such an undissolved bond, and girl, you are carrying obsessions and memories, and the slave family wonders if they can make up for one or two. "

Yang Chanzhen blinked her purple eyes: "So, the lady wants her husband to have a concubine?" "

"No, it's not." "

Mao Ruoyu's face was slightly red, and he was embarrassed and hesitated to say: "The slave family just wants to..."

Seeing that he could not speak, Yang Chanzhen suddenly whispered:

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"Madam, you are the wife of your husband. Do you complain about him when you see the beauty around him? "

This sudden inquiries made Mao Ruoyu's expression slightly startled, and a ripple appeared in her heart.

But she quickly shook the head: "The slave family might have several points of back then. He is grudged, but he knows that marriage is inseparable, and the husband is too kind. If reunion can be a kind of happiness, those self-disturbing thoughts will gradually disappear. "

"...Madam's broad-mindedness is even more admirable." "

Yang Chanzhen's eyes flickered, and her expression was emotional: "No wonder that Mister Cheng's wife can be loved and pityed by her." "

Mao Ruoyu murmured in a daze: "Miss Yang carries obsession, is it fifty years ago--"

Yang Chanzhen looked down and smiled.

Calm and elegant, but calm as a secluded lotus blooming.

"Now I have inherited the name of'Zhen', and I stayed in the umbrella!

"Miss Yang...is there any resentment again?"

"'I' also have no regrets."

"..."

Mao Ruoyu's complexion was solemn, and he quietly grabbed her cold bare hands.

I was about to speak, but a strange touch suddenly came from my palms, making the two of them subconsciously retract their hands like an electric shock.

"Huh?"

This mutation made Mao Ruoyu suddenly face surprised and beautiful eyes blinked: "That was just now--"

"Heaven Soul Yu Ming Hun, although they have the same origin, they can’t be considered the same person after tens of thousands of years."

It should be fine."

Tone barely fell, Mao Ruoyu tightened his face and shook his hand again.

The feeling of over-electricity reappeared again, but the beautiful woman did not release her right hand at this moment, she just pressed her lips tightly and silently accepted it.

After a while, the feeling of numbness gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of interpersonal communication, as if without words, the two people have more or less sensed the thoughts in the other's heart.

Raising his eyes and meeting his gaze, Mao Ruoyu looked serious and solemn, and whispered:

"Miss Yang, open up and talk with the slave family."

……

Late at night.

In the Secret Realm Book Pavilion, Lin Tianlu is still looking at the books in his hand.

This "Rare and Bizarre Biography" records many disputes and turbulences and entanglements about Ancient Era. Although it is a folk essay, most of the depictions are quite empty and scribbled, but some ancient waves can also be seen.

The only difficulty is... the text.

After thousands of years of turbulence, times have changed, and the words circulating in each era are constantly changing.

Although the ancient book in this bookstore is vast as the open sea, it is quite troublesome to find historical documents that can be easily browsed in it.

It’s no wonder that Yang Chanzhen lives in Jiao Jiao, a miscellaneous miscellaneous stalker, and elders. Nao Huang Mu Lao Nao Hemorrhoids Dao 暄 Xing Щ 岵 Judgment ⒋ Induction of sacred worms, guilt southern character Xing Ao ビ ≈ ぁ⒖ Ji Jun 槔 Ni Fu Man 晌 Jiao ば 蚍 Pi Xin Wei take

this It is not a simple project that can be completed by a single person in a few years and several decades.

Look at Yang Chanzhen's normally leisurely and secluded lifestyle, which is obviously not a hard-working archaeological scholar. The generations of generations of Yin Jiao Nian Fu rendering the weapon capsule ┦ 醴, 髯暄 type of stalked pharyngeal sheath and 锨 Hao Mercury Lvbuki Nan Liao Quan Ting

but

"Roughly come" Look, there were three periods 20,000 years ago."