In the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and the sun are beautiful and picturesque, and it is like being in a fairyland to ride a flat boat between the lotus flowers in the pond. Yang Yizhuo stood on the bow of the boat, in this beautiful and picturesque scenery, and the depression that had accumulated in his heart for many days was also swept away with the oncoming breeze.

"Do you know how to water?" suddenly came a soft whisper in her ears, and suddenly she turned her head and saw a charming smiling face, and the jade dragon mask covered the right half of her face, but it did not affect her beauty at all, but added a bit of mystery. Holding a nanmu silk fan in his hand, half-covering his chin, like a lily in the mist. The breeze blew her cloud-like hair, and the faint fragrance of her hair wafted to the tip of her nose, and although he was not drunk, he was already drunk, and subconsciously replied, "No." ”

As soon as these two words were spoken, there was a push behind him, like the fragrance of hair floating on the tip of his nose, this force was a little ethereal, but his body had involuntarily leaned forward, and the soft voice still came from his ears: "I don't believe it." ”

Before Yang Yi fell into the lake, he felt like he was in a dream, if it weren't for the slightly cool lake, he would have thought he was dreaming, but because this qiē came too suddenly and unexpectedly, until the lake water entered his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, he reacted in horror: she was in the same group as those assassins!

Situ Ningbing watched Yang Yi fall into the water, watching him struggle in the water until there were only strings of bubbles left on the surface of the water, and his eyes were empty and distant

The crisp sound of horses' hooves came ...... "Bang Bang Bang", and she seemed to have returned to ten years ago: the streets of Chang'an were wide and clean, she and her mother sat in their own carriage, her father and brother rode tall horses in front, and the family walked into the majestic imperial city under the admiring gaze of passers-by.

That year, it was also this time that the lotus flowers in the pond of the imperial garden were in full bloom and beautiful, but at that time she did not know how to appreciate this beautiful scenery, all her mind was on him, paying attention to his every move, paying attention to every word he said, he asked her to pick the lotus, she ran to the pond stupidly to pick the largest and most beautiful one.

She picked it up, but she couldn't hold it in front of him, but he generously gave her a gift in return - a hard push behind her back!

The weather was very hot, and the moment she fell into the lotus pond there was a refreshing coolness, but then there was panic, fear, pain and despair, and she still can't forget the feeling at that moment.

Coming back from his memory, his eyes fell to the place where Yang Yi fell into the water, and even the bubbles on the blue water had disappeared, leaving only a circle of ripples, and the red lips opened lightly and called in a low voice: "Ice slave."

"In" With this whisper, a young man with a long sword in his hand, with a blank face, appeared behind him at some point.

"Get him up. As soon as the words fell, a figure had already rushed past her like an arrow, jumped into the water with a "poof", and in a few moments carried a person to the surface.

Looking at Yang Yi lying wet on the deck, a lazy smile appeared on Situ Ningbing's face, and his originally gloomy eyes regained their former brightness, and he whispered to the cabin: "See pity."

"Coming" There was a crisp echo in the cabin, and before the words were finished, a girl with a face like peach and autumn waves appeared at the bow of the boat, "Miss, you called me?"

Situ Ningbing glanced at Yang Yi and said lightly: "Take good care of him, don't let him die." ”

Seeing that Lian followed her gaze, a trace of disgust flashed in her water-like eyes, and she opened her mouth to say something, but finally lowered her head and said softly: "Yes."

The light boat sailed on the lake full of lotus flowers, and the boat passed through the water without a trace, and the qiē just now seemed to have never happened. There is an octagonal pavilion on the shore of the lake, there is a chess game in the pavilion, two young people are playing against each other, and the young man sitting on the lake happens to see all the qiē that happened on the light boat, and the white son in his hand has not fallen for a long time.

The young man sitting across from him thought that he was trapped by the chess game and couldn't help but feel a little proud, and said loudly: "Cousin?"

His name Li Jiayi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Wang Wenshao, who was slightly colorful, with a smile full of indifference on the corner of his mouth, and Bai Zi fell lightly and easily reversed the chess game.

Wang Wenshao's face changed immediately, he stretched out his hand and twisted a chess piece, and after thinking about it for a long time, it didn't fall, "Alas, that's it." With a long sigh, he put the pieces back in the jar, "I lost." ”

This game of chess has been played for a long time, Li Jiayi has no intention of fighting again, and now that the outcome is decided, he doesn't care about Wang Wenshao, who is still staring at the chessboard in a daze, so he ordered the scholar: "Go back." ”

Behind him, a young man in a green robe with clear eyebrows has been standing on the side, but his eyes have long been attracted by the scenery on the lake, and he doesn't know where to fly.

The wooden wheels rolled across the ground, and Li Jiayi couldn't help but glance at the light boat on the lake, and there was an intriguing smile on her cold face.

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Lotus Wind House, the first famous store in the south of the Yangtze River, whether it is the taste of the dishes or the layout of the guest room storefront, it is comparable to the most luxurious inn in Chang'an City, especially the green lotus hall in the backyard is quiet and elegant, all of which are not meticulously crafted, and now the two graceful figures walking on the nine-song corridor add a soft color to the green lotus hall.

Situ Ningbing walked slowly in front, she always walked slowly, no matter when and where, she looked like she was walking in the garden, and she followed her step by step, and wanted to open her mouth several times, but finally swallowed her words.

Outside the corridor is a lotus pond, the pond is full of blooming lotus flowers, there are faint goldfish swimming between the overlapping flower shadows, Situ Ningbing suddenly paused and seemed to be interested in the goldfish in the pool, leisurely sat down on the side of the corridor and leaned on the beauty, his eyes searched for the goldfish hidden under the lotus leaves of the flower shadow, and seemed to ask casually: "How is he?"

Seeing that Lian had followed her for many years, she naturally knew that the "he" in her mouth was referring to Yang Yi who fell into the water, so she replied: "It's fine." She had something to say in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak, but now that Situ Ningbing mentioned her, she couldn't hold it back anymore, bit her lip, and said, "Why did Miss save him?"

Situ Ningbing's eyes were always focused on the lotus pond, as if he had never heard what she said.

Jian Ren continued: "He is a micro-suit, and the people around him have been killed by those killers, and no one will know anything about him even if we do it. ”

"How long have you been with me?" Situ Ningbing replied to the question, but seeing that he was used to it, he said softly: "It's been ten years." ”

"Ten years ......," Situ Ningbing muttered and repeated these two words, "Ten years is not a short time, enough to dye white silk into thousands of colors, why are you still so naïve?" She finally withdrew her gaze from the lotus pond and looked at her, "Why did Yang Yi run out when he stayed well in the palace? The world is so big, why is it difficult for him to go to Jiangnan, but he is so unlucky, he was assassinated as soon as he arrived in Jiangnan, but he was lucky to meet me when he was on the line of life and death? Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"This ......" was speechless by her series of questions.

Situ Ningbing smiled leisurely: "If I really kill him, I'm afraid that I will have to bury him immediately, although he is a prince, it is not worth my life to pay for him." What's more, I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid enough to be a swordman. ”

"But isn't this too cheap for him?" saw pity pouting and his face was full of displeasure.

Situ Ningbing smiled even more, "Then what do you want?"

Seeing the pity and said: "Even if you don't kill him, you have to give him some hardship, so that he can know the fate of despicable life!"

Situ Ningbing couldn't help but chuckle, "If you let others hear this, they will definitely think that you have some deep hatred with him." ”

Seeing that he pouted, he pouted: "He hurt Miss like that, naturally he has a deep hatred with the slave maid, doesn't Miss hate him?"

"Hate, why hate him?" Situ Ningbing stood up and continued to walk forward, "Ten years ago, he pushed me, and now I give him back, and we are even." ”

"But Miss ......" Seeing that Pity was unwilling, she was interrupted before she finished speaking: "No, but, his life is better, my life is not good, that's all." Situ Ningbing suddenly paused, stretched out her white jade-like wrist to take a closer look, her left hand was wearing a string of rare Tianzhu chains in Middle Earth, with a brown opal inlaid on it, lying quietly on the back of her white jade-like hand, "It's very hard to hate a person, isn't it a waste to hate an insignificant person with such a precious life?" The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the opal, and the ambilight was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.