Is Qu Yuan's soul-summoning like this? Ye Jia has also read poetry and books in addition to Buddhist scriptures, so why does he hear it so strange? (Note: This is "The Soul-summoning" translated by Mr. Guo Moruo, not Qu Yuan's original text.)

But I felt very happy. Her voice was so cheerful that he felt a sweet feeling at the end of his nose, as if he had a strong appetite, and he still asked in a daze, but his consciousness was extremely blurred. In his lifetime, he had never had any

So tired, his lips never twitched like this: he wanted to talk, chatted with her, and said some boring nonsense. He was a taciturn person, but suddenly he wanted to express his thoughts in his heart.

However, he couldn't say anything, and could not say a word. His dry lips were already bleeding, as if they were fragile glass, which would break if they were accidentally.

Feng Miaolian got up and helped him and fed him the rice porridge that was just warm. He vomited after taking a little bit, but he forced himself to hold back and even ate all the bowl of rice porridge, but he did not continue to vomit.

Feng Miaolian smiled sweetly, feeling extremely happy. When she fiddled with firewood, her hands were covered with blood bubbles. In a few days, a woman could turn from a golden branch and jade leaves into a undressed face.

She doesn't care.

A man is a man with a disheveled face, so why should a woman be noble and clean? Anyway, he doesn't dislike her. She has been in the palace for so many years, and she never dared to meet the emperor without washing and dressing up. From the age of a girl to the age of a young woman, Tuoba

Hong had never seen her true face without makeup - so she didn't dare to see him when she was sick and lying in bed.

No matter how eager I want it, I dare not see it.

A woman treats others by virtue of beauty, but her love is weak.

But Yega—

Yejia!

She laughed again, giggled. Anyway, every time he saw her, he had seen her with no appearance, no matter how ugly she looked.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!!!

Ye Jia didn't care about her appearance. In his mind, the skin was nothing more than a tool for cultivating the next life. Color is empty and color, it is beautiful and ugly, and there is no difference.

She wiped her nose with her sleeves, her nose tip, and her face was covered with dark dust. Then she picked up some porridge and drank a big bowl herself. In a blink of an eye, she felt the weather was cold, so she lay down next to Ye Jia,

Warm him.

At that time, the moonlight was like a hook.

She didn't know that Tuoba Hong at the other end was trapped in the mud of the Southern Dynasty water battle, and his hair almost turned gray overnight.
Chapter completed!