Spirit Sword Sovereign

There is no sun and moon in the secret of the ancient star, but this is the main palace, but like the Small World, the night sky is over, the blazing sun is rising, and there is a strong life everywhere.

When the mottled morning light passed through the wooden window, Shui LiuXiang’s eyes moved and gradually woke up from her sleep.

This night, she slept very well, was comfortable, and felt that all the burdens and shackles that were pressed in the heart had been unloaded, and had never been so relaxed and peaceful.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw her lying in the arms of Chu Xingyun, who was already awake, relying on the bamboo bed, staring at her lovingly, with a touch of smile on her lips.

“Wake up?” Chu Xingyun stretched make a move and gently picked up the hair of Shui LiuXiang. The movement was very light and the voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that Shui LiuXiang would disappear from him.

Shui LiuXiang nodded and her face was filled with happiness and smile.

Last night, she talked with Chu Xingyun for a long time, telling each other about her two years of experience, suffering, surprise, gratification, and moving, telling each other without reservation.

In just one night, both of them knew each other better. They had a heart for two years and reattached to everything. They were closer and more cherished than they were at the beginning.

After a night, I woke up from my sleep and printed the eyes, the face of the beloved, and the pair of eyes that are full of love. This feeling is so beautiful that Shui LiuXiang can’t describe it in words.

“Since I am awake, get up.” Chu Xingyun patted Shui LiuXiang’s back and stood up. He saw a dressing table in the corner of the room. The voice was slightly raised: “Flower, I will paint for you.” Let’s go.”

“Thrushing?” Shui LiuXiang looked at Chu Xingyun with amazement. Chu Xingyun focused on the head and reached Shui LiuXiang on the dressing table. The wooden case was lightly opened, and the makeup was neatly placed, giving off a light fragrance.

“Cloud big brother.” Shui LiuXiang still has amazed eyes, eyes are swept away, but see Chu Xingyun carefully took out the eyebrow pencil, and gently rubbed the charcoal with his fingers, the expression is particularly serious, meticulous.

“What? Don’t believe me?” Chu Xingyun felt Shui LiuXiang’s gaze, spit out a punching voice in his mouth, and his fingers were already on the pen and gently raised the eyebrow pencil.

Shui LiuXiang was amused by Chu Xingyun’s appearance and shook his head. “I believe in cloud big brother, beginning.”

The morning sunshine came in from the window and fell on the innocent face of Shui LiuXiang bright and beautiful. It also fell on her dress, Chu Xingyun faintly smiled, slowly raised the eyebrow pencil in her hand.

His movements are very soft, but very neat. Every stroke is so smooth and unobstructed. The dark and deep eyes are reflected in the face of Shui LiuXiang, as if the eyebrow pencil in the hand is not the eyebrow. It is his surging love.

Shui LiuXiang also stares at Chu Xingyun.

She can see the ownership of Chu Xingyun’s eyes, and at the same time, her eyes are all Chu Xingyun.

The two men’s eyes collided in the air, entangled like smoke, forgetting the burden, forgetting the hatred, all the thoughts, all left behind, only the eyes of each other.

One stroke, depicting, is the love of Chu Xingyun.

One by one, the reflection is the happiness in Shui LiuXiang’s heart.

Two people, one move and one quiet.

The actress thrushes, and the quiet person gaze.

At this moment, they are like the Celestial Immortal monks in the picture scroll. They are so beautiful and fascinating. It seems that as long as they are slightly with rapt attention, they will never be able to remove their eyes.

“Okay.” I don’t know how long it took, Chu Xingyun gently put down his eyebrows and his eyes linger on the face of Shui LiuXiang, as if to appreciate the beautiful art.

Shui LiuXiang moves across the line of sight, on a smooth mirror, reflecting her delicate and pretty face, sparkling and crystal-clear above the jewel-like eyes, a curved eyebrow swept, beautiful, flawless, unable to pick any Missing.

“It’s really good to draw.” Shui LiuXiang looked at the bronze mirror in surprise.

In the Jiuhan Palace, all of them are female disciples. Among them, there is no shortage of people who are in the country of Qingcheng. The makeup of the think people is very beautiful. If it is a fairy, it is not worth mentioning compared with the eyebrows painted by Chu Xingyun.

“Last world, after we left Westwind City, we were beginning to live in the Imperial Dynasty wandering, and lived a life of vain. In an accidental opportunity, I found an eyebrow pencil. From then on, you will let me help every day. Your thrush, this arched eyebrows shape, is your favorite eyebrow shape and the only eyebrow I will draw.”

Chu Xingyun stood beside Shui LiuXiang, her hands on her shoulders, through the bronze mirror, gazing at the face that made him love for a thousand years, softly said: “Although you and I have come back to the world.” The life track will change, but there will be some things that will never change. My eyebrow pencil will only be mentioned for you, and it can only be mentioned for you.”

“From now on, will the big brother of the cloud pull my eyebrows every day?” Shui LiuXiang turned and asked Chu Xingyun, in her eyes, sparkling and crystal-clear glistening teardrops were flashing.

Shui LiuXiang naturally doesn’t know about the last life, but she can feel the true meaning and gentle and soft from the voice of Chu Xingyun, just like this curved arched eyebrows, can’t help but move.

“As long as you don’t deny me, I will be willing to paint your eyebrows for this life.” Chu Xingyun gentle and soft smiled.

He knows how Shui LiuXiang cares if he can paint her eyebrows. What she really cares about is the love of her thrush.

She wants so simple, Chu Xingyun, how can I not agree.

In the last world, Chu Xingyun only wrote for Shui LiuXiang.

This world, this point will not change, the pen in hand, only for Shui LiuXiang, is more willing to mention a lifetime.

At this time, outside the manor.

Water Luoqiu stood there, and both eyes stared at this scene. They couldn’t help but be crazy. They stood quietly, their eyes were gentle and soft like water, and they didn’t know what they were thinking.

a long time–

There was a smile on her face, no sound, but she left the manor silently and returned to the old wooden house.

I don’t know when, there is a jug in the hands of Shui Luoqiu. The inside of the pot, the wine is clear, and it gives off a rich scent of wine, which is filled in the bamboo forest, as if the air has become fragrant.

Shui Luoqiu looked up and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.

At this moment, she did not have the attitude of yesterday’s elegant posture. Between the gestures and the gestures, she was very bold with the portion, but more was deeply mourned.

“I hope to write a pen in my life, draw a frown on the willow!”

“Emperor, you said this to me at the beginning, but where are you at the moment?” Water Luoqiu looked up at the sky, as if venting, spit out a self-deprecating voice.

She raised the jug and sprinkled the wine out. For a time, the wine was sprinkled with water, and the thoughts of the water Luoqiu fell to the ground and filled every corner of the bamboo forest.

One forest, two places, but mixed with mourning and love, it is really sigh!