Fu Liluo dragged her tired legs out of the front hall, and before she reached the edge of the rockery in the corner of the corridor, suddenly a cold wind sat on the surface, carrying ice-like raindrops, and her delicate cheeks suddenly rose with a trace of pain, she raised her eyebrows to see the rolling dark clouds, and the rain poured down like a beaded curtain with broken strings.

With his thin hands on his forehead, he ran towards the eaves beside the path, followed by the mournful little maid Manu.

"Oh, too, this rain is coming at an inopportune time. Manluo lifted Su Pa to wipe the water droplets on Fu Liluo's shoulders, and the maidservants behind the shutter door hurriedly lifted the curtain and invited them in.

Suddenly, the white gauze curtain fluctuated, and the young man walked out in white clothes, covering the corners of his mouth with his slender fingers and coughing lightly: "It's raining so hard, don't you want to die?" His annoyed face tightened, and he picked up the hand stove in his arms and threw it to the stunned Fu Liluo.

Fu Liluo looked back in amazement, smiled at him, like a blooming Jiaorui in the courtyard, raised his eyebrows and looked at the famous cigarette of the little maid on the side: "Haven't you been coughing recently?" ”

Holding the hot hand warmer, Fu Liluo raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, his eyebrows were picturesque, his complexion was like snow, the high bridge of his nose was as straight as a blue distant mountain, only the thin lip flap was slightly gray, and there was no blood on it, and he knew that he had asthenemia at a glance.

The young man's eyes flashed lightly, his long eyelashes rolled up his eyelids and his wings fluttered like butterflies, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his lips seemed to bend a smile as if he didn't have any, and he pulled the corners of his lips coldly: "How can my father care about my life or death!"

Curled up his white hands, he raised his eyebrows and looked at her and smiled: "He only has you in his eyes, and he is only willing to run around for you, how can he invite a doctor for me!"

Fu Li Luo frowned and grabbed the hand stove, vaguely saw a teardrop hanging from the corner of his slightly wet eyes, and suddenly felt a little depressed in his heart, and stuffed the hand stove back into his palm: "You are your father's biological son, he must have you in his heart." ”

"Don't worry, I'll help you heal. ”

I glanced at the young man's immature face, and saw that his eyes were full of deep and shallow sadness, like the mist that filled the forest, cold and permeated with light.

After a few months of getting along, Fu Liluo already knew why Gu Qian was disgusted with this smoke-like boy, except that his birth caused Shen Xingruo's early death, the knife-like rumors of mutual restraint were the last thorn that destroyed the relationship between father and son.

Fu Liluo didn't know where that baseless rumor came from! She didn't expect that the righteous Gu Qian would believe such a rumor.

Gu Xuan's pale and misty pupils refracted the bright water, and he leaned on the couch with the stove in his hand to look at her: "How are you going to save me?" Do you know what kind of disease I have?"

This question stopped Fu Liluo, and since she woke up, she only knew that the young man in front of her was always dragging a sick look, looking weak and tight, and she was ashamed that she had been busy dealing with cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and she didn't pay more attention to the weak and pale young man in front of her.

Fu Liluo pulled the thin white neck, her face was a little slight, she reached out in embarrassment and touched the whirlpool above the young man's head, Nuo Nuo bit her lip: "No matter what the disease, I will find someone to cure you." ”

Gu Xuan raised his eyes and looked straight into her dark autumn eyes, where they were as bright as stars, her dark eyes were rolling and she was staring at herself sincerely, for some reason, a hanging heart suddenly settled down a lot.

A strange aura swirled in the hall, the young man lifted his eyelids, raised his hand to pull the top of her hair that had just been touched, his throat rolled, but his eyes instantly became cold: "It's not too early, the rain outside has stopped, won't you go back?"

He lifted his cyan face to look at the gently raised roller shutter door, and his slender fingers clenched the stove in his arms, but he didn't frown and looked at Fu Liluo, who covered his mouth and chuckled.

The wind outside seemed to be gradually fainting, only the tasseled shutter door was blown jingling, making a crisp sound, but the sound of rain outside the court was covered, Fu Liluo spread his hand on the warm brazier, his fair little face evoked a narrow smile, and said to the mangrove who was eating crisp cake on the side: "Let's go, you only care about eating, someone drove us away!"

After that, she glanced at the little maid who was a greedy ghost angrily, and walked out with a step, without looking at the tips of the young master's red ears.

"You..." Gu Xuan anxiously wanted to stop the proud girl, but he didn't want to come up in one breath, so he had to hold on to the corner of the case and cough lightly.

Fu Li Luo had just walked outside the door when he heard a noise from the hall, and he hurriedly reached out to lift the corner of the curtain, paused for a few seconds, and listened to the breath gradually weakening a little, then withdrew his hand and stepped down the corridor steps....

"Miss, wait..."

Two grandmothers called out to her through the curtain, one holding two cyan rain buds in his hand, and the other carrying a palace lamp with a light purple plum bottle.

Mama shook off the rain and draped it on Fu Liluo's shoulder, and handed the palace lamp to Manluo: "The little young master said that it was dark, and it had only rained, and the road was slippery, so be careful of your step." ”

took the delicate palace lamp in Manluo's hand and looked at it carefully, Fu Li Luo's smiling pear vortex was shallow: "This palace lamp is also elegant, and the violet with this cold winter plum is also the first time I have seen it, and it is strange to look at." ”

The corners of Fu Liluo's lips slightly rippled with a few shallow smiles, just like her bearing, the two grandmothers looked at it, and the tips of their hearts seemed to be like a fresh breeze, rippling, and all the cold and cold disappeared with this warmth.

"It's good if the eldest lady likes it. ”

Mama stretched out her hand to brush away the raindrops on the hem of Fu Liluo's skirt, "This is the young master who made it himself, there are still a few in the house, if the eldest lady likes it, just take it back." The old lady pouted into the lit room, and with a smile she handed another piece of rain to the mangrove.

Fu Li Luo's expression was slightly swaying, and his eyes flashed with a little surprise, he couldn't imagine that the weak young man was so ingenious, and the hazy and dim light shone on Fu Li Luo's white cheeks, which was even more beautiful, and the two grandmothers were stunned.

"Thank you, Brother Xuan, for me. Fu Liluo lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards the stone steps, and the trembling lantern of the mangrove followed.

The winter night was cold, the cold rain was over, the gray sky was shrouded in white mist, and the master and servant carefully stepped on the bluestone path.

Manluo held a lamp in one hand and Fu Liluo's arm tightly in the other, looked at the cold and cold around her, and suddenly remembered the black-faced young man who pulled her hand sleeve during the day, and couldn't help muttering: "I don't know if that kid ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and dare to pull my aunt's clothes!"

Looking at the thin and dense rain curtain where the light shone, Fu Liluo raised his eyes and shook his head slightly, wanting to brush away the tall figure of the man in his mind, but his memory became clearer and clearer, and he even felt the tremor when he inadvertently touched her fingertips, and suddenly Fu Liluo's white face was as white as fine porcelain, and there were a few touches of red, like neon.

He should have gone home early! Fu Liluo stretched out his hand and took a few cold raindrops, but he was secretly annoyed in his heart, and he didn't know who picked up the porcelain bottle he threw during the day.....

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At this moment, in the deep woods of hundreds of miles of road, two horses, one black and one white, galloped on the cold mist path, Dou Xiaoyang looked at the sparkling lake outside the woods, the mirror-like lake surface was wrinkled by the wind and rain, the wave surface rose and fell high and low, and the surrounding night was like ink, rendering the quiet and silent grove into a black deep pool.

Except for his and Jintong's breathing, everything was silent, and everything was too quiet and weird on a cold and bleak winter night.

Keen black eyes shot into the woods in the dark, he felt a powerful aura coming, Jintong next to him stretched out his hand to stroke the hair of the black horse, the two just exchanged looks, suddenly, more than a dozen people in black came out from under the blue waves, and a few hoarse shouts pierced the silent night sky: "Kill.... Kill...

Suddenly, with a bang, a sharp long arrow shot from Dou Xiaoyang's dark eyes, he quickly fell back, pulled out the long sword at his waist and slashed towards the man in black, and in an instant, the sonorous fighting sound sounded in the jungle....

Dou Xiaoyang was dressed in ink, his cold face outlined a bit of ridicule, his cold eyes looked at the black torso in front of him, and the red liquid like a pillar of blood sprayed out from the neck of the severed head, Dou Xiaoyang stood upright on a boulder, holding the silver sword as long as a spear in his hand, and the warm blood beads slowly flowed down the sword body of the ghostly light, and the ticking sound stopped several black-clothed people who wanted to step forward.

At this moment, the man in Xuanyi was like the god of war who galloped on the battlefield in the past, his blood-red eyes were rolling, and the black hair on the crown hung down a strand of floating on his sideburns, flying upright against the cold wind, showing a bit of murderous aura.

The man in black hooked his waist and shrank back, not daring to look at the tall and handsome figure on the boulder, several people looked at each other a few times in the air, and were about to turn around and flee, but the strong young man on the black horse did not think about it, and he raised his sword and slashed over, and instantly screamed and screamed, and countless stumps flew into the air, and fell straight down with dense turns.

In less than a moment, the humid air was filled with a fishy smell, and the blood-red corpses lay on the edge of the puddle like rag bags....

Jintong opened his deep pupils, raised his sword and approached the last man in black who staggered back, and the cold sweat on the corner of the man's forehead poured out like a torrential rain between the steps, the man in black had scarlet eyes, his left hand pressed the bleeding right shoulder, which was empty, and his right arm had already been detached, he grinned and glanced at the corpses of his colleagues around him, and suddenly picked up the broken sword on the ground and stabbed it towards his heart....

Jintong's eyes sank, and before he could make a move, he only heard a dangling bell, and then a scream, and the black-clothed man knelt on his knees like ashes, his face was already sweating profusely, and his white lips trembled and trembled: "Give me a good time!" He stared at his right arm on the ground that was still twitching with blood-red eyes, and the five fingers on the broken arm were still tightly gripping the broken sword.

"Since ancient times, it has been more difficult to live than to die, how can it be so easy to die!" The cold voice swirled down from the top of his head through the curtain of rain, and the clear breath of the man in the dark clothes was like a rakshasa in hell.

Dou Xiao raised his eyes at the last man in black who was lying on the ground, and bent his lips contemptuously and sneered: "Acquaintance quickly recruits the real murderer behind the scenes, maybe... I can still make you die a happy death!"

"Not good!" Hibiscus ran in unison, raised his leg and kicked at the kneeling man in black, and in an instant the man's face was covered with blood, and he smiled and showed his white teeth, and a big mouthful of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth: "Haha.... Ha... Haha..."

Dou Xiao raised his eyebrows and groaned, his eyes looked at the black-clothed man on the ground like a human, this person would rather commit suicide than confess to the mastermind behind the scenes, presumably most of these black-clothed people are dead soldiers raised by that person, Dou Xiaoyang's handsome eyebrows frowned, his deep pupils flashed a sneer, raised Su Jin and slowly wiped the blood beads of the sword blade, and instructed Jintong: "Tie him up first, keep an eye on him, don't let him look for a short time..."

Jin Tong reached out and touched a piece of coarse cloth from his arms, fiercely pried open the jaw of the man in black, and stuffed the cloth into the man's mouth, the man in black babbled and raised his red eyes and shook his head, his face was full of fear and helplessness...

Dou Xiaoyang threw up his sleeves and squatted in front of a dead corpse, raised his hand to lift the placket of the corpse lying on his back, but saw nothing. After a moment of silence, he turned the dead body over, and with a casual tear of his hand, the rags flew around, and the red brilliant mark was impressively imprinted on the shoulder blades of the corpse.

"Meishamen!" the two said in unison...