In the faint candlelight, next to the intricate wick of the river lantern, the names of him and Yanling were written side by side. Moreover, the beautiful and beautiful handwriting is from the hand of Yan Ling at a glance.

In the outer circle of the two names, a special shape is also outlined in ink. He Jianshuang stared in disbelief for a long time, the river was sparkling, projected on the river lamp, and the light and shadow kept shaking. By this light, it can be seen that the shape of a heart is drawn on it. He wasn't mistaken.

Two years ago, from Yan Ling's mouth, he heard for the first time about the meaning of this shape.

At that time, the arc of the smile on the corner of Yanling's mouth when she said this sentence was still clear in her eyes. She said that the shape of the heart means – to like, to love, to put you in the heart.

He Jianshuang slowly pinched the river lantern - what did Yan Ling mean by writing the names of the two of them here? Wasn't she already rejecting him, why did she write this sentence to tug at his heartstrings?

- Obviously, He Jianshuang at this moment has forgotten - it is obvious that he fished up the river lantern that others put well. [Candle]

Maybe Yan Ling also has feelings for him - this conjecture alone makes him can't help but get excited, and the surprise spreads like ripples.

It was now night, the twilight was setting down the mountain, the stars were twinkling in the sky, and the light was a little dim at the pier. He Jianshuang raised his head and strode back.

The peddler saw that the angry boy just now suddenly rushed to his side with a wet river lamp, and thought that he was here to make trouble, so he hurriedly avoided it. However, from beginning to end, that son did not make any trouble. So, he quietly looked up and glanced in the direction of He Jianshuang.

But I saw He Jianshuang, who was still disdainful of the river lamp he said just now, swept away the haze, and a pair of bright eyes shone brighter than the most gorgeous sunset, like holding a wet and fancy river lamp like holding a baby, and his expression changed back and forth, excited, joyful, surprised, suspicious, and even a little silly and naïve.

After a while, He Jianshuang suddenly realized that he had crumpled the river lantern, and quickly let go of his hand, flattened the petals of the river lantern again, and put the shape together.

At this moment, the vulgar river lamp, which he had just disliked, suddenly became graceful and luxurious, elegant and beautiful in his eyes. Compared with it, the river lanterns next to him without any pattern decoration were simply shabby, and they were not at all comparable to the one in his hand.

No, he can't stay any longer, he has to go back immediately and ask what Yanling means.

So, under the surprised gaze of the peddler, He Jianshuang carefully held the river lamp, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people in the night.

Let's talk about that over there.

First of all, you need to push the time forward by more than half a day.

Early this morning, when He Jianshuang hadn't woken up and slept in the inn in the dark, Yanling, who hadn't slept well all night, had already gotten up. The first thing I did when I got up was to go and knock on He Jianshuang's door.

Of course, the Cold War is not a good way to solve problems, communication is. Therefore, Yanling will not use this method.

However, after knocking for a long time and no one answered, and the door was locked, Yanling hesitated slightly, pinched a trick in her hand, and a dazzling golden-red light flashed, and the delicate and sturdy lock was burned and melted, and disappeared into the air like smoke.

Yanling pushed the door open, and saw a silence in the room. She rushed to the edge of the bed, the quilt was neatly folded, and it was obvious that He Jianshuang had not returned all night.

Playing missing when you are angry-Yan Ling sneered, crossed her waist in place and thought for a while, and decided to go down the mountain to find him. However, it is not easy to find a person in such a vast mountain range as Yue Ming Mountain.

Thinking so, Yanling asked for two steamed buns and went down the mountain while eating. Yanling didn't see that not long after she left, a person sneaked up the mountain road.

This person is Meng Xiaoxiao.

She clutched a small yellow paper bag in her hand and bit her lower lip - during this time, no matter how she showed her affection, He Jianshuang was as cold as ice to her. In the past, she could comfort herself with "He Jianshuang is like that to everyone". What's more, although He Jianshuang was not enthusiastic about her before, she was not as cold and indifferent as she is today, and even mockery. This qiē is all because Yanling came here. If Yanling hadn't come, she wouldn't have felt a sense of crisis because she saw He Jianshuang's special treatment of her, so she would have been teased a few words, and she would have done those things that damaged He Jianshuang's impression of her. Moreover, this impression seems to be irretrievable.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed a little resolute and painful - she admired this man like a ghost. No matter what means you use, you want to get him. Therefore, it took a lot of money for her to get this medicine from the Western Regions in her hand. It dissolves in water, is colorless and odorless, and even those with the highest martial arts cannot detect it. However, this medicine is an extremely violent aphrodisiac, and one packet of powder is divided into two parts, one for each man and woman. The poisonous thing about it is that it relies on smell to exert its medicinal properties. When either partner can smell the other's body odor, the aphrodisiac effect kicks in. The poisoned person can only be demerated by the person who drank the other half of the powder—unless the urge is stopped by the pain of self-harm.

And in a place like Tianxiao Sect, which attaches great importance to rules and dogmas, once it is done, He Jianshuang will have only one way to marry her. Once upon a time, there was a similar incident in the sect. A virtuous senior brother had a very good fiancée in his hometown, but because of drinking and misconduct, he ruined the reputation of the daughter of a family owner, and finally had to break off the marriage contract with the marriage contract in his hometown and marry the daughter of the door owner. This senior brother was also reluctant at first, as if he had been insulted. However, after a long time, that day is not honey blending oil?

This method is something she can emulate. Let's not talk about what will happen after marriage, but at least, after this battle, she will be able to marry He Jianshuang. If there was another way, she wouldn't take a risk. It's just that it's too painful to ask for it, and you can't blame her for making this decision.

After Yanling's figure completely disappeared on the road, Meng Xiaoxiao began to go up the mountain as if nothing happened. Who knows, but he was stopped by an uninvited guest on the way, it was Na Wuwei.

Meng Xiaoxiao glanced at him vigilantly and disgustedly, and subconsciously pinched the medicine in his hand tightly: "What are you doing, get out!"

On the mountain road, Wu Wei's face was gloomy: "If I knew that you asked me what medicine I borrowed so much money for, I would definitely not lend it to you." ”

"It's none of your business, you just have to keep your mouth shut. Meng Xiaoxiao said impatiently. "I won't take a fancy to you, today you helped me, I will still think of your good, you should be satisfied. After speaking, he bypassed Wu Wei and left.

Wu Wei stared at her back, clenched his fists, and a storm brewed in his eyes.

Meng Xiaoxiao came to the place where He Jianshuang lived lightly, and reached out to touch the place where the door was opened, but he was suddenly hot, and his palms instantly turned red and blistered. She blew on her palms twice, and almost burst into tears in pain - how could the place where the door was locked seem to have been burned by fire!

Instead of kicking the door open with his foot, Meng Xiaoxiao carefully closed the door again. He dissolved half a packet of powder in a teapot on the table and drank it himself. I poured another pot of water and dissolved the remaining half packet of medicine. After making this qiē, she shyly hid to the side of the bed. After thinking about it, he took off his coat and hid under the quilt wearing only his belly pocket and underpants.

He Jianshuang's room was very safe, and the reason why she was so bold was because she didn't believe anyone would dare to break in.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Meng Xiaoxiao was nervous for a while, and looked at the door with bright eyes. A slight sound of pouring tea and swallowing can be heard.

Drink it! Meng Xiaoxiao was overjoyed. At this time, she didn't know that the real He Jianshuang was drunk last night and was resting at the bottom of the mountain at this time. Outside the screen, a figure could be vaguely seen, and after putting down the teacup, the man's gasping became heavy and slowly approached her.

When he saw the other party clearly, Meng Xiaoxiao's shy smile froze, and turned into anger: "Wu Wei?!"

Wu Wei stared at her directly, Meng Xiaoxiao wrapped the quilt tightly, and said ashamedly and angrily: "Get out!" This is Senior Brother He's room, how dare you come in!"

"Didn't you come in too?" Wu Wei smiled, looking at her with hatred and affection: "For so many years, I can let you trample on it, let you humiliate and use it, you don't look at me, it doesn't matter." But I can't watch you put yourself in someone else's bed. ”

"Do you dare?!" As the smell burrowed into his nasal cavity, the effect of the medicine began to kick in, Meng Xiaoxiao was ashamed of his reaction, stared at Wu Wei's ugly face and said angrily: "Get out, if you do anything to me, I won't let you go, I'm going to kill you!"

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was covered by a hot hand, and the quilt covering her body was lifted. The unfinished words were drowned out in her frightened eyes.

*

After looking for a day and still finding nothing, in the evening, Yan Ling touched her sore waist, climbed the stairs, and slowly walked on the stone road of the Tianxiao faction.

Where the hell did this kid go!(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻Yuemingshan City is too big, it took most of the day, and it took me to basically visit half of the city. Moreover, the road is crowded with people, and it is not impossible to pass by. She decided to go back tomorrow morning.

Slowly returning to the south peak, with excellent ear power, she heard a voice in He Jianshuang's room—it seemed to be back, so she raised a relieved smile and jumped forward. However, after hearing what the sound was, Yanling was shocked and froze in place.

The sound of the bed swaying and the sound of a woman crying are intertwined. Yan Ling's heart was hammered hard, like being poured a basin of cold water on her head, and she didn't have the courage to take another step. Mixed feelings of betrayal, disappointment, jealousy, breakdown, disbelief made her want to disappear here in an instant.

She stood there for a long time, her hair hanging down, and she couldn't see her eyes clearly. Suddenly, she reached out and gently stroked the string of beads on her wrist.

Because she knew that Mo Rui had the memory of the original book, and she also knew that her transformation had an impact on the subsequent plot, she had already had the intention of going back to confirm it. But for various reasons, it didn't happen. Now, this idea seems to have become a lifesaver for her, not so much that she left to confirm the plot, but rather that the plan of "confirming the plot" gave her an excuse to leave here temporarily.

Yan Ling closed her eyes, pinched the bead's fingers and forced, the unpretentious bead shattered in response, a silver light swept by, and Yan Ling disappeared from the spot. The courtyard was quiet, cold and breezy, as if no one had ever come.

Many years later, when the snow was falling outside the window, Yanling was lazily lying in He Jianshuang's arms like a cat to keep warm, her cheeks resting affectionately in his neck socket. He Jianshuang kissed her hair lightly, chatted with her about it, and couldn't help but come to a conclusion - misunderstandings often arise from mistakes. At that time, He Jianshuang couldn't have guessed that Meng Xiaoxiao would be so shameless and anxious, and dare to play the trick of drugged, and Yan Ling couldn't have guessed that the two of them would be so bold and dare to make sauce and brew sauce in He Jianshuang's room - this is not looking for death!

If He Jianshuang had come back earlier, and if Yanling had come back later, it might have been different. However, it was precisely because of this mistake that Yan Ling's impulse to leave saved He Jianshuang's life.

It's just that that's all for later.

That night, after Yanling disappeared for a few hours, He Jianshuang fished out the river lantern. When he maintained his superficial indifference, but in fact he was in a mood like a deer rushing back to the Tianxiao Sect with the river lantern in his arms, Yanling had completely disappeared.