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It's just that every step the wind takes, the originally muddy ground under your feet will instantly become dry. The pear-white clothes of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info fluttered in the wind arbitrarily, without the slightest trace of soaking. It seems that wherever the wind falls, the rain in front of him will automatically be shrouded in the wind, without staining his body at all and not disturbing his peace.

"The Prince...... Seems to have reached an illusion?" Shadow Sparrow snorted quietly, a little uncertain. "Tut-tut...... It seems that the county lord of Ziwan can't escape!"

"Finally...... Won't you want to stop it?" Ran Ziwan secretly showed one eye and looked at it. Ran Ziwan lay on the horse's back, and suddenly felt that there was no more wet rain flowing down his head, but on the contrary, there were bursts of warmth coming. "Where's the horse?"

"Thief God...... Saying that it rains is like pouring water out of your feet. Stopping is like a convulsion. Is it true that there is no one in the world today? Go back...... He burned down the temple of the dragon king......"

Ran Ziwan glanced at his feet, and indeed there were no raindrops to continue to fall, so he laughed dryly, and cursed God again.

"If you want to burn the Dragon King Temple, you may have to go to the East China Sea?" I'm afraid it's too late in time......" The warm and beautiful voice made Ran Ziwan breathe. A brocade band floated through his mind, and the voice was windy.

Ran Ziwan suddenly straightened up, looking at the picturesque eyebrows in front of her in shock, and the wind was light and light. Brocade clothes, pear white snow. He has a handsome face that is not inferior to Xuan Ge, a warmth that elegantly overshadows the kings and grandsons of the world, and a style that makes the country stunned.

He...... It was the wind that tilted, she woke up on the Jinmen Bridge, the first man who hugged herself, she had ridden with him in a sedan chair, and she had seen this man's warm and handsome face, with a hint of spoiling.

"Recently...... Torrential rain in the south...... The Imperial Capital City has just begun...... If so...... The Dragon King Temple was completely destroyed. It seems that it really takes a lot of manpower!" Feng Qian didn't know when he had already sat behind Ran Ziwan, and he didn't take Ran Ziwan's stunned eyes at all. The warm and nice voice explained, reached out and took the reins of the horse in Ran Ziwan's hand, and turned back to the road to look at the imperial capital.

"You ......" Ran Ziwan licked her lips and bit her lower lip instead. She wanted to ask how the wind tilt could suddenly appear here. She wanted to ask why he had shared a horse with her, despite the great defense of men and women. She also wanted to ask...... Why is he not just here, but waiting here.

Wind tilt and Xuan Ge, such a man can't be seen through by asking a few questions by himself, rather than opening his mouth shallowly, it is better to be silent. In the end, Ran Ziwan still chose to keep silent.

Beyond the smoke and rain, there was a fog. Only within three zhang, two people and one horse, the frost is warm and clean.

"Further on, there's a valley, so ...... Tilt was worried that someone would get lost, so it appeared. Now it's raining heavily, and I'm asking myself some cultivation. Within three zhang, you can shelter someone from the wind and rain, so you sit here. Why is there a place where you are the wind...... That's something you should have known a long time ago!" Feng Tilt and Ran Ziwan sat calmly on horseback, and naturally bent their arms around Ran Ziwan's waist, the force was neither light nor heavy, it seemed to be nothing.

Someone is talking about himself? Ran Ziwan hung his head, looked at the clothes that were being dried around him, and then raised his eyes to look at the heavy rain that was still pouring down, and he was a little stunned.

What was buzzing in my mind was Xuan Ge, and at that time, in front of the Duanjun Wangfu, Xuan Ge was in the wind between words and laughter...... Today's wind is tilting, and there is no rain within three zhang?

"He has the ability, others may not have ......" Feng Tian said, his warm voice didn't want to be a reproach, but he was a little unwilling, and finally didn't continue. "If ......"

Ran Ziwan still hung her head, as if she hadn't heard the words of the wind. He calmly watched as the soil on the land was wet and dry, dry and wet. Just like the state of mind at the moment, Feng Tian said that she had known some things for a long time, but did he know that Ran Ziwan in front of him was not that person. She remembered the former Green Pothos Courtyard, Xuan Ge looked at herself gently, and indulged to soothe the contradictions she blurted out - at that time, Ran Ziwan yelled at the night wind, she didn't belong here, she wasn't Ran Ziwan. But in exchange for Xuan Ge's gentle and delicate kiss...... He said he knew that she was her...... It has never changed!

"Late heart...... Isn't it anymore?" Feng Tian looked at Ran Ziwan indifferently, and swept the two red flying clouds on her creamy face.

"That ribbon...... I...... I've seen it!" Ran Ziwan turned his face away, looking like the wind was falling. Reaching out and pointing to the fluttering belt around his waist, brocade glowing, slender as a silver chain.

"Huh...... You say you remember?" the wind was stunned, and a burst of light suddenly flashed in his tormented chest. Like the night sky suppressed by dark clouds, the small starlight through it has some comfort and some joy.

"Hmm...... Very beautiful drawstring. A few days ago at the flower banquet, Ziwan saw it. Ran Ziwan remembered the dazzling light of the belt at the flower banquet, and at that time he couldn't help but move forward again and again. Until recently, memories were like red tides, and she remembered the band clearly, but she didn't remember the color of the wind blowing past.

"Is this also a memory? This is not a belt, it is a green silk buckle. Used to tie up hair...... It's the best!" The wind paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and a touch of wound passed away.

"Green Silk ...... Buckle?" Ran Ziwan muttered, why did the nightmare feel so familiar.

"Green Silk ...... Naturally, it means women's hair. Buckle...... Naturally, it's used to tie up your hair!"

“…… The sweetheart of the prince of Yongwang must be very beautiful when he puts it up!" Ran Ziwan said casually. "Is it a love thread?"

She ...... It's always beautiful!" said the wind, and sighed in a deep voice. Slowly raised his right arm and gently reached out to spread Ran Ziwan's messy and water-stained hair. "It's so beautiful!"

Feng tilted his hands and kept moving, still gently binding the green silk for Ran Ziwan, and his side was full of sadness. Remove all hairpins, wisps by wisp...... Gently tied up the late green silk of Ranzi. She...... But he forgot everything completely, and he didn't leave even a trace of it.

"......" Ran Ziwan almost bit off his forehead and tongue. At this moment, it is like being struck by lightning, and he is motionless.

The wind's hands were a little wet and cold, and they swept across Ran Ziwan's sideburns. Ran Ziwan only felt a slight tremble, and suddenly forgot to dodge.

The heavy rain in the mountains and forests was still pouring, and in the rain, the two of them walked leisurely in the three-zhang radius that seemed to be empty. Within the radius, there is no cold, but warm colors.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered in the dirt, with a clear rhythm, but it made Ran Ziwan's heartbeat chaotic. She wanted to avoid the wind, but she still didn't move. At this time, he closed his eyes, lowered his eyes and let the wind tilt his hands, holding countless green silks behind him. (To be continued.) )