Chapter 604: Taoyuan

For example, a Qiyuan.

At this moment, not far away, a man was standing there. The corners of his clothes that were raised from time to time in the cold also carried some clear and astringent things. His black eyes were deep and ruthless, but they were In an instant, his eyes were thick and silky, and Yu Chen was unhappy.

"Shen Qingci, your life is really big!"

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts were dizzy in those eyes, whether it was luck, hatred, resentment, or something else, maybe even he himself didn't know.

When did he want to put a woman to death so much, when would he have the kind of resentment that he wanted to get rid of in the future.

It seems that it is endless, it seems that it is entangled.

In the carriage, Shen Qingci continued to flip through the travel notes in his hand, even if the familiar aura really existed in Zeng Jin, if you asked her now, she would have forgotten it.

Now, in her eyes, there is only this travel note.

Luo Hengxuan put down the cup again, so he was half-leaning on the carriage, and his eyes with a faint smile were always staring at her.

Shen Qingci sat down and felt a little sleepy. Inside the carriage, everything was hard, and she felt uncomfortable no matter what, and the book she was holding in her hand attracted her at this time. All the mind, and everything in the mind, also dispersed one by one, including the person just now.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, she has always remembered those, but her nose is already aware of Baiwei, breaking Baixiang, and only remembers that kind of taste.

And after turning it three times twice, it is nothing else that is linked to such a taste, but...

Danger.

But now she is very satisfied with this travelogue in her hand. Of course, she likes it very much, or she likes it very much, and she is almost reluctant to put it down.

"Is this true?"

She asked Lao Hengxuan, is this true?

Luo Hengju has naturally read this book, otherwise, it would be impossible to give it to Shen Qingci. He knew that Shen Qingci didn't like ghosts and spirits too much, and what she liked was these travel notes.

"This is written by Mrs. Wu, and it is also based on oral narrative," Lao Hengjuan sat down and took the teacup aside.

And Shen Qingci just sat aside, like an obedient elementary school student.

Lao Hengjuan stretched out his hand and touched her forehead lightly. He also took off the hair accessories on her forehead. He could clearly see the red mark above her forehead, which happened to be on her forehead. In the middle, if it weren't for her good luck, if it didn't happen to have a very hard gem, she might have become a dead person by now.

"I'll tell you when I go back."

Why did Shen Qingci feel itchy teeth, so he always endured it, thinking about nothing, doing nothing, just waiting for the carriage to arrive.

When she finally got to the mansion, she stared at Lao Hengjuan with her eyes straight again. What about the story, why don't you tell it? If you don't tell it, it will become a big fat pig.

"You find yourself a comfortable position, it's a long story, are you sure you want to hear that?"

Shen Qingci thought about it too, a very long story really needs a good posture. The story is naturally everyone's favorite to hear, of course she is the same, although she has lived two lives, but in this world, she has never seen However, there are still a lot of things she hasn't gone through, and things she hasn't eaten, and these things, for the rest of her life, she may not be able to see.

And what she can't see with her eyes is to listen with her own ears.

She ran into her house, then ran to the edge of the soft slump, asked Bai Mei and Sanxi to prepare refreshments, kicked off her shoes, and lay on the quilt.

Lao Hengju was a little amused by the pose she was looking for for him.

Still a little girl.

Shen Qingci hugged the pillow, already listening to the story

And she was very curious about the story that Lao Hengxuan was about to tell.

Because of that book of travel notes, this is what she likes the most among the travel notes she has read.

Lao Hengju took up the teacup on the table again, and this was the one who used his cold voice to say everything about this travel journal.

It is said that it was a long time ago. As for which dynasty and generation, no one may remember, but we only know that perhaps at a very early time, a man from Wuling suddenly entered a paradise.

Taoyuan people were originally born to avoid the world. They knew each other and lived a peaceful life. It is said that the people here were from the pre-Qin period and came to avoid war. They also lived here for many generations. The so-called Peach Blossom Spring.

I heard that they not only have long-lost medical skills, but also many magical weapons in the pre-Qin period, and no less than the present world that has been lost for a long time, and even things that have never been heard of.

This Wuling native has been a guest in Taoyuan for several times. When he was about to leave that day, he deliberately left a lot of marks on the tree. He also thought that he would come back one day. When I wanted to find it again, even if I searched for the mark at that time, but so far in my life, I have never found the peach blossom garden again.

As for whether there is really a Taoyuan in the world, maybe it does exist, and it exists in the oral descriptions of generations.

Later, some people searched for it, but no one found it. Later, there were three travel notes, all of which were written by Wuling people.

Shen Qingci took the book and put it on her forehead. If there was such a place, she really wanted to read it.

At this time, the book in her hand was also taken away, and the light in front of her eyes lit up again. What was reflected was the man's noble and unparalleled face. He was very good-looking. Although he was not male or female, his eyes It is extremely beautiful, and even the lip shape is extremely long, but there are no lines on the corners of the lips, and obviously he is not a person who likes to laugh too much.

"Go to sleep," Luo Hengwei pulled up the quilt for her, and then patted her shoulder gently, "Maybe one day you will dream in that peach blossom garden."

Shen Qingci sighed secretly in his heart.

She doesn't just want to dream, she really wants to think about her real experience.

What is Peach Blossom Spring?

What is Xanadu?

She was born in this troubled world, and perhaps she was destined for her whole life, and she could only be a layman. How could she meet and see such a good place?

And this night, in her dream, she actually dreamed of peach blossoms in a courtyard. She stretched out her hand, and the fragrance of the flowers came, and then she opened her eyes, but she met a pair of quiet black pupils.

She smiled, then reached out her hand, habitually resting her head on his shoulder.

They may be the least like husband and wife.