I fell from the edge of the cliff and fell into the vast starry sky.

Even if I think about it now, I can still remember the galaxy in the sky at that time.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuyou couldn't help but smile slightly.

It was just something that happened three or four years ago. When I think about it now, it seems that it has been a long time since then.

Xiao Jinglan asked again: "On the grassland, you also sang a song for Tuoba Lie."

grassland?

That's really happening.

It should be that they were being chased by the barbarians. One night, a horse was camping around a bonfire. Suddenly, some horses were frightened for some reason. Tuoba Lie ran to catch the horses. She was very bored and sang a few words to the man who was trapped in the horse.

As a result, Tuoba Lie grabbed the lyrics and asked for a while without giving up.

But she swears that that time was really boring, and it was just like the situation.

"Just hum a few words."

Feng Wuyou didn't know what was wrong with Xiao Jinglan today, but he actually grabbed a few songs and asked them all.

Xiao Jinglan stared at Feng Wuyou quietly: "Where is mine?"

"What?"

Xiao Jinglan stared at Feng Wuyou and did not answer.

Feng Wuyou reacted for a long time, and the expression on her face gradually changed from confusion to nature, and then turned into an expression that could not be taken.

"Xiao Jinglan, are you talking about Ge'er?"

Is this man childish?

Who will tell her that the person in front of her is really His Majesty the Emperor of Swallow?

However, Xiao Jinglan himself did not find it funny at all.

His eyes were fixedly staring at Feng Wuyou, and his handsome and beautiful face was only serious.

He accused Feng Wuyou word by word: "They all have mine?"

Feng Wuyou finally couldn't help laughing out loud, took the initiative to get into Xiao Jinglan's arms, and hugged his waist with both hands.

Tsk, it's so thin, it feels very powerful.

This man is really the best.

She said that this man is the most suitable man to be a husband, and it was true.

In all senses.

Feng Wuyou, who pinched Xiao Jinglan's thin waist twice and did not think he was sexually harassed, said seriously: "I am all yours, what song do you want?

At worst, I will sing it to you whenever you want to listen to it in the future.”

"no the same."

Xiao Jinglan shook his head persistently: "That's different."

Those three songs were like tailor-made for those three people, and at the most appropriate time, they became a unique connection between Feng Wuyou and the three of them.

He is the only one who doesn't.

Feng Wuyou was speechless and stared at Xiao Jinglan.

As he tightened his waist, Xiao Jinglan held her little waist and pulled her closer, and said again: "Little Phoenix, sing a song for me."

It belongs only to him.

Feng Wuyou stared into his eyes.

This man is really a foul. If he is staring at him like this, who can refuse him?

Feng Wuyou blinked, and a melody naturally popped up in his heart and then came out from his lips: forgetting worries, smiling flowers, beautiful scenery and cherishing youth, red makeup and eyebrows painting, and cinnabar between his eyebrows.

Butterflies are flying, peach blossoms are everywhere, people are drunk after drinking, and the beauty is drunk, holding the desk together with their eyebrows and knots, and holding their hands will never change.

The red lines are entangled thousands of times, and they are loved by you and marry you. They are shy with their cheeks with slight pink and shameful makeup, and the phoenix candles are exposed with bright red gauze.

I will never let down my love in this life, and I will never let down my wish in this life. Today I will make a promise for three lives, and I will always be with you in the blue sky.

In the world, marriage is bound to you, and a happy life is not exchanged. I wish you will be with you forever.

Xiao Jinglan just listened quietly at first, and the more he listened, the brighter he looked. When he heard Feng Wuyou sang this life and made a three-life agreement and walked with him forever, his whole face lit up.

He has never been as sure as he has been here, and Feng Wuyou is right next to him, and he will never leave him.

"What's the name of this song?"

His throat rolled, and his voice was so hoarse that Feng Wuyou's head was itchy.

"Congratulations to the newlyweds."

Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "It's a pity that we have gotten married long ago."

It has become several times.

“It’s okay.”

Xiao Jinglan said again: "Three lives?"

Feng Wuyou nodded: "Three lives."

“What should I do if it’s not enough?”

"Then let me live another three lives in the next life."

Three lives and three lives, promise forever.

"No renege on your promise."

"Maybe you broke your promise, what if you get upset with me?"

"No way!"

Xiao Jinglan was determined.

"Okay, if you are not annoyed, I will not be annoyed."

Feng Wuyou smiled: "But you have to be so beautiful for generations."

“That’s natural.”

This man is too confident, and he speaks as if he can make the decision.

Feng Wuyou smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"

Xiao Jinglan nodded slightly.

This song is different from those three people.

Helanjiu's childlike charm, Murong Yi's magnificence, and Tuoba Lie's teasing.

Only his, so gentle and affectionate, and the love is endless.

This is a song that can only be sung for him.

Feng Wuyou pursed her lips and suddenly smiled: "There is still a lyric for this song. Do you want to listen to it?"

Xiao Jinglan showed a hint of confusion. Didn’t he finish singing?

He nodded immediately, and of course he had to finish the song Feng Wuyou sang to him.

Feng Wuyou pursed her lips and leaned into Xiao Jinglan's place very close to him. She exhaled like orchids, gently blowing to Xiao Jinglan's ears.

She didn't sing again, but just said very lightly: the phoenix pillow is soft, the phoenix quilt is soft, the tassels of the treasure tent are warm, the red candle is slightly shaken, the night is dim, and the clouds and rains in the high hall are dispersed.

Xiao Jinglan's eyes became hot almost visible to the naked eye.

He hoarsely said: "Little Phoenix, in your words, is this called "flirting?"

Feng Wuyou nodded slightly: "Well, I'm flirting with you."

"I'm flirting... I'm responsible."

"Yeah, take responsibility."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body had already lightened and he was picked up by Xiao Jinglan.

The brocade tent fell, the candle shadow swayed, and only the slightest sound of words came out.

"Well...be gentle..." "I feel a little aggrieved today, okay?"

"Xiao Jinglan..." "Hmm?"

"Have I ever said that you are the most suitable candidate for being your husband?"

"Sayed."

"I want to correct this sentence."

"how?"
To be continued...