Chapter 647 (1/2)
His eyes touched the tears of poetic rhyme. Qin Yi moved in his heart and a warm faint smile appeared on his face: ”don't worry, we have experienced so much. From the beginning of meeting to I accept the torture of iron man array for you, these pieces have been engraved in my heart. If I want to forget, I can't forget.”
Shiyun, with tears in her eyes and a smile as beautiful as summer flowers on her face, ”Qin Yi, thank you!”
”In fact, what I can't forget most is your strong kiss to me yesterday and that time in the cave, I helped you heal...”
Qin Yi smiled.
As a result, before his voice fell, the rhyme of poetry was a charming cry, hurriedly stretched out a slender jade finger and pressed it on Qin Yi's mouth: ”don't say!”
Remembering that time in the cave, Qin Yi helped himself heal. On his poetic cheek, he was so ashamed that he could almost pinch out water.
Qin Yi was stunned. He immediately took away her fingers and grinned: ”OK, I don't say, just want to.”
”Don't think about it.” Poetry is shameful.
”Didn't you tell me not to forget you? No, how can I not forget you? ” Qin Yi smiled happily.
”Ah!”
Shiyun was stunned. The boy in front of him was a fighter among the bad guys.
Although the girl was very shy, in her heart, an inexplicable sweetness appeared leisurely. She twisted her dying ass and turned her back in shame: ”whatever you like, just think of you!”
A peerless girl with a temperament like a fairy is so shy in front of her. Qin Yi's heart rises a touch of comfort.
But the poetic rhyme turned around slowly, and his look had returned to normal. He said, ”Qin Yi, Yan Meiniang, did you really meet by chance on the road?”
Qin Yi frowned in confusion, nodded and said, ”yes, is there a problem?”
”In this northern wasteland, the Yan tribe does exist. The scale of that tribe is not very large. Moreover, from the understanding of poetry, the head of the Yan tribe is old. In these years, a new head will indeed be elected.”
Poetic vision, leisurely become deep: ”everything, it seems, is so impeccable, without the slightest flaw, but without the slightest flaw, it is often the biggest flaw.”
”Shiyun, what are you trying to say?”
Qin Yi's heart became more and more confused.
After pondering for a moment, the poem slowly said, ”Yan Meiniang is not simple. At least her cultivation is more than what she shows at present.”
”Really?”
Qin Yi couldn't help being stunned: ”Yan Meiniang only had the cultivation in the early stage of the second boundary of the patriarchal road. She was unprepared. I spied it out with spiritual power. Could it be wrong?”
”Maybe... I was wrong.”
The poetic rhyme was shallow, the eyebrow was slightly frowned, the head was bowed, thought a little, looked up and said to Qin Yi: ”in short, you should be careful of your charming mother. Well, I'll go. When you and Yan Meiniang leave, I won't send them away. I'm afraid I'll follow you into the extremely cold place regardless of everything. ”
At the end of the speech, the graceful and moving body of the poem flashed, and the whole person disappeared directly in front of Qin Yi.
Be careful, Mei Niang!
Qin Yi stayed where he was, confused to the extreme.
The Yanshi tribe does exist. Moreover, over the years, the Yanshi tribe does want to elect a new patriarch. In other words, Yanmei Niang went to the broken Battle Road to find her brother Yanfu. She really wanted to bring him out and participate in the patriarchal election.
The cultivation of Yan Meiniang was indeed peeped out by spiritual perception when she just met her. There had never been a mistake in the peeping of spiritual perception.
”There is no problem with all this, but how can poetry make itself careful of Yan Meiniang?”
Qin Yi frowned and thought hard.
Qin Yi knows very well that poetic rhyme is definitely a smart woman. Since she will say such words to herself, there must be a reason. Maybe she noticed something, or she ignored something.
”On Yan Meiniang's body, what did I ignore?”
Qin Yi carefully stroked all the contact details between herself and Yan Meiniang from the meeting to now, but he still didn't find any problems.
”Then, there is only one possibility. Poetry is jealous. She told me to be careful of Yanmei Niang, which is a side expression of her jealous psychology.”
Finally, Qin Yi came to this conclusion and couldn't help smiling: ”women are naturally born to eat goods, and what they like most is vinegar!”
Next, Qin Yi came to Yan Meiniang's temporary residence and looked at her carefully. He did not find any problems. Therefore, he further affirmed his conclusion: Poetic rhyme is eating the same thing that all women in the world love to eat - vinegar!
Without delay, Qin Yi immediately entered the palace with Yan Meiniang and said goodbye to his majesty Daliang and the Minister of civil and military affairs. As expected, Qin Yi did not see poetry in the palace.
Although the rhyme of poetry has already explained that it will not give it to herself, Qin Yi still has a sense of loss in her heart.