Chapter 425 Wait Until the Mountain Flowers Bloom

Chapter 425: When the mountain flowers bloom

Xiahoudi fell asleep.

When she was exhausted both physically and mentally, she was slightly tipsy with warm wine, and the man she had a crush on let her lean against her... After getting through the initial slight panic, and confirming that he would not move anything, she felt suddenly relaxed and nothing happened. The feeling made Xiahoudi lean straight on his shoulder, closed her spiritual sense, and fell asleep soundly.

When he fell asleep, his body naturally became soft, and just putting his forehead against his shoulders was not enough to support the weight. Xia Houdi naturally put his hands around his waist, tilted his head to the side, and smacked his lips comfortably. Keep sleeping.

Xue Mu remained motionless with his hands hanging by his legs, looking down at her sleeping tiredly, with complicated eyes.

Xia Houdi's fatigue is of course closely related to him.

It doesn't matter whether Xia Wenxuan broke into the palace or the natural gate changed. The real reason for Ji Qingyuan's accident was poison. If these things hadn't caused it, other things would have happened sooner or later.

No matter who inflicted the poison, he was responsible for it, and the purpose of the configuration was to cause today's results. There is no problem in saying that he is the culprit. Fortunately, it was not him who poisoned him, nor was he the real murderer, so he could face it calmly. But no matter how many reasons he gave, he did not stand on a united front with her and was indeed "adding trouble" to her.

The abnormal movement of the Natural Gate can also be attributed to him... Now that he has taken the matter back, it seems that he has shared the worries. He is just taking back his own trap. How can he be embarrassed to take credit and ask for "rewards".

Of course, he had done nothing wrong in his respective positions, and he had a clear conscience. But looking at Xia Houdi's tired look, his heartache was real, and he had no intention of taking advantage of it.

He spread his arms, carefully placed her head on his shoulders, and lifted her up. He looked down at her sleeping face peacefully in his arms, then turned and walked into the inner room.

Originally he wanted to call the old servant, but he turned around and looked around but couldn't find it. He didn't want to shout loudly, so he searched around and found Xiahoudi's dormitory.

It's actually easy to find. Although the house is large, there is only one master and one servant living there. The master bedroom is so recognizable.

Gently pushing the door open and entering, on the wall facing him was a map of the Great Zhou Dynasty... Although it was not detailed, it only roughly marked the positions of the various forces, but this was the first time Xue Mu had seen it in this life. His eyes wandered for a moment, and soon he saw Lingzhou above the capital.

There is a small mark on it: Xue Mu.

In Xia Houdi's eyes, the synonym for the power of Xingyue Sect in Lingzhou was not Xue Qingqiu, but Xue Mu.

Xue Mu's gaze stayed for a while without looking again. He turned around and walked towards the bed, carefully putting Xia Houdi down. After a slight hesitation, he took off her boots and helped her lie down.

These are the black boots unique to Liumen. On weekdays, they only look heroic against those long legs. After taking them off, the pure white and clean socks and small and graceful feet were revealed, finally giving them a bit of feminine grace. Xue Mu hesitated for a moment, but did not take off her socks after all. He sighed and pulled the thin quilt to cover her.

Xia Houdi never wore a six-door male hat on weekdays, but just tied his hair in a high ponytail casually. Lying like this made him look uncomfortable with his hair. Xue Mu casually untied her hair, and her hair instantly fell into the clouds and fell on the pillow, reflecting her sleeping pretty face. Her skin is not as crystal white and tender as those of the fairies. It is slightly weathered, but it adds to Xiahoudi's unique charm. But at this time, the sleeping face no longer had its usual heroic spirit, no strength, peace and tranquility, just like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to kiss her awake.

Xue Mu's eyes fell on her red lips. He stared at them for a while, then slowly moved his eyes away to look at her bedroom.

There is a window to the east of the bedroom. The window is half raised, and only a little snow falls on the window sill. There is no entry into the room. There is a flowerpot on the window sill. There are several white plum blossoms on it. I can’t identify any species. The flower branches stand in the snow and have a faint fragrance.

A desk was placed under the window, with several stacks of books neatly stacked. Xue Mu walked over and flipped through it casually. There were the Great Zhou Code, six door regulations, several work reports, and most of them were martial arts classics and notes.

What caught Xue Mu's attention the most was a copy of "The Legend of the White-haired Witch" and a copy of "Journey to the West".

There is no inkstone on the table, only a few inkstone pens. Xue Mu weighed one in his hand, opened the title page of "Journey to the West", and wrote a poem.

Putting down his pen and turning around, Xue Mu came to the bedside again, leaned down and touched her red lips lightly like a dragonfly, and whispered: "Good night."

After saying that, he strode out and walked straight out of the alley.

As soon as I stepped out of the alley, a bit of cold light hit my face. The cold air had reached the center of my eyebrows, and I was startled when I heard the sound of a bow string like thunder.

Bow and arrow...the sniper skill that Xue Mu saw for the first time in this life.

There was not one arrow, but two in succession. The sniper had obviously considered his Moon God Stone. But the sniper never expected that the Moon Divine Stone was not triggered, but the arrow still disappeared inexplicably.

Ye Guying took away the arrow and silently wanted to chase it. Xue Mu whispered: "Stop chasing, be careful to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

The shadow paused, returned to him again, handed him the arrow, and said through a message: "There is no sect in the world that specializes in bows and arrows, so it is impossible to determine the origin for the moment."

Xue Mu weighed the arrow and looked at it again and again, and smiled slightly: "This is because of the consequences of my contact with King Tang. The range of suspects is very small, it doesn't matter, we will always know."

Ye Guying was silent for a while and couldn't help but said: "Your relationship with Xia Houdi..."

"how?"

"It's hard to describe, but it makes people feel a little melancholy."

"It will get better. After all, I am standing on a unified and stable standpoint, and we will reach the same destination with her."

"Can you say this to me? I am a demon."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"..."

The night gradually receded in the wind and snow, and the morning sun shone down. The snow gradually stopped, and only the gentle breeze blew the plum blossoms on the windowsill.

Xia Houdi opened his eyes.

This sleep was very solid and deep. It seemed that in addition to resting the body and brain, the soul also received some extra comfort from some kind of breath. It was so harmonious that it made people feel relaxed and comfortable. She had felt this kind of aura before. Xue Mu had a very unique aura of heaven.

She sat upright energetically and tried to recall last night...and her face was slightly red. Taking the initiative to lean on his shoulder, it was still too ambiguous anyway... This was different from what Qin Wuye had deceived...

Fortunately, he is very polite.

Xia Houdi stretched out his hand and stroked the ends of his hair, holding it in trance. There was a knock on the door, and the old servant came in holding a basin of water and said with a smile: "Is the boss awake?"

"Yeah." Xia Houdi came back to his senses and asked him: "The house that Xue Mu carried me into?"

"Yes. The old slave hid it to see what he would do, and I was very satisfied with the result."

Xia Houdi grabbed the ends of her hair and whispered: "He untied my hair and took off my shoes..."

The old servant laughed dumbly, put the basin on the table, and said with a smile: "He even kissed you."

"You!" Xia Houdi was ashamed and angry: "You still say you are satisfied with this?"

"But when I looked at him, I really felt that he didn't violate the rules at all. I could only see appreciation and distress." The old servant laughed and said, "This man is really interesting."

Xiahoudi pouted and got up to wash up. The old servant said again: "An hour ago, Lingzhou was in great splendor, the aura of heaven rose into the sky, the meaning of virtuality and reality circulated throughout the universe, the great array stood erect, and the stars and the moon shone brightly. This time, the whole world knew the ownership of the virtual and solid cauldron. .”

Xia Houdi wiped his face and remained silent.

Xue Mu promised and it was done that night. I wonder if Leng Zhu and the others are old blood.

In any case, Xue Mu's hatred has been stabilized this time. I am afraid that when facing the angry Leng Zhuyun Qianhuang, he will no longer be able to be as free and easy as before.

He didn't have to.

Because the court has you.

"That's right." The old servant suddenly said: "He seems to have written something to you."

Xia Houdi was startled, then dropped the towel and strode towards the desk.

The open title page of the book is not closed, and Xue Mu's elegant handwriting is very conspicuous.

“Wind and rain bring spring home, and snowflakes welcome it.

There are already hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only reports that spring has come.

When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes. "

It has the same meter and the same praising plum blossoms as the one he wrote to Xiao Qingwu, but the artistic conception is completely opposite.

Xia Houdi stared blankly, as if he saw Xue Mu's smiling face, saying to her: "This song is yours."