Tianyi City in the late autumn morning had a very heavy cold, and there was a coolness in the air, Yu Wanyin got up from the bed and put on her clothes, while waking up Ling Motang, who was sleeping soundly on the table: "You can sleep anywhere." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" seemed to mock, Ling Motang moved his fingers, raised his head from the table, stretched out his arms and legs.

"I wonder which unlucky guy will marry you." Ling Motang muttered quietly, Yu Wanyin snorted coldly and didn't look at the other party directly, and went to the inn courtyard with a sword to practice swords.

Ling Motang tidied up his clothes, looked at Yu Wanyin's folded quilt, and lay down on the bed again and fell asleep. She is different from the diligent and self-disciplined Yu Wanyin, Ling Motang is used to being casual, this kind of casualness and laziness has started since her previous life, and after experiencing life and death, Ling Motang sees life more casually, never forcing herself or forcing herself.

To put it bluntly, Ling Motang and Yu Wanyin are people with two completely different attitudes to life.

The yellow plum blossoms fell, with the sword intent flying, the dark fragrance remained on the tip of the sword, Yu Wanyin was dressed in red, and the body was chic and neat, the long sword flew in his hand, and the sword flowers danced at will.

Jing Yuheng stood in the courtyard and took in the scene of Yu Wanyin's sword dance, and sighed in his heart: When fate comes, it really can't be stopped. I wanted to appear in front of Yu Wanyin with a special literary or elegant figure, but the world was unpredictable, the long sword in Yu Wanyin's hand flew straight towards Jing Yuheng with silver light in an instant, the long sword had the potential to break through the air, and before Jing Yuheng's half-opened fan could be fully opened, he leaned on the back of the tree and narrowly avoided the long sword.

Yu Wanyin's face was cold, her apricot eyes were slightly squinted, and her eyes were sharp, "Come out." The clear voice made people stunned, Jing Yuheng retracted the folding fan, sighed or sighed, pulled out the long sword nailed to the trunk, walked slowly to Yu Wanyin, raised his head and smiled: "Miss Yu, meet again by coincidence." He held the long sword in his hand and presented it to Yu Wanyin with both hands.

"It's you." Yu Wanyin frowned, and even more indifferent and alienated from unfamiliar people, in fact, Yu Wanyin's impression of Jing Yuheng was not good or bad, but when she practiced swordsmanship this morning, she always noticed that someone was looking at her sneakily, but she didn't expect this person to be Jing Yuheng, and Yu Wanyin's impression of Jing Yuheng was extremely bad.

"Exactly down there." Jing Yu saw the displeasure on Yu Wanyin's face, and coughed dryly, and his voice was warm: "Miss Yu, the swordsmanship is really exquisite, I was stupid for a while, it was Jing Heng Meng Lang." ”

Yu Wanyin's brows were still furrowed, and she didn't want to talk nonsense with Jing Yuheng, so she took out the money bag from her pocket and threw it directly into Jing Yuheng's arms, put the sword into the sheath, and walked away.

"What do you mean, Miss Yu?" Jing Yuheng had a warm smile on his face, weighing the money bag that belonged to him, and asked Yu Wanyin.

"Please take your stuff back." Yu Wanyin's voice is cold, or in addition to treating people close to her, Yu Wanyin's voice is cold when she speaks, and she doesn't talk much and is cold.

Jing Yuheng smiled, his expression was stunned after opening the money bag, and he laughed out loud, the laughter became clearer and more refreshing, Yu Wanyin turned back in confusion, her eyes fell on the money bag in Jing Yuheng's hand, and then paced over to take a look, her face changed suddenly, and then she gritted her teeth: "Ling Motang." ”

In the money bag, there are still gold leaves that were bright and shiny at the beginning, they are all faded golden iron leaves, and you don't have to think about it, you know that it must be Ling Motang, the coward, who gave the bag.

"I've only heard of turning stones into gold, but I've never heard of turning gold into iron." Jing Yuheng thought of Ling Motang, who was greedy for money that day, and had a plan in his heart, afraid that the poppy beauty, who adhered to morality and was self-disciplined, was deceived by the girl named Ling Motang again.

Yu Wanyin reasoned with her loss, her frowning brows eased slightly, and she said in a deep voice: "I naturally won't be greedy for your things, and I will definitely return them all in three days." ”

"Huh." Jing Yuheng chuckled, raised his hand and raised his foot to be full of anger, and said with a smile to Yu Wanyin: "On the same day, I reached an exchange with Miss Ling, how can I return it." ”

At least in Jing Yuheng's opinion, it is worth exchanging ten gold leaves for a beauty's name.

Yu Wanyin raised her eyebrows slightly: "Ling Motang told you what my name is?" ”

"Poppy is as good as her name." Jing Yuheng sincerely praised.

Yu Wanyin's face remained unchanged, and she responded calmly: "Wrong." ”

Jing Yuheng was slightly surprised, and said in his heart that he had also been deceived by Ling Motang, but he smiled good-naturedly: "Your friend is very interesting." ”

"I don't think so." Yu Wanyin turned around, and Jing Yuheng hurriedly caught up: "Forgive me for being abrupt, please ask the girl's name." ”

"It's none of your business." Yu Wanyin's dark eyes are translucent, and her cold temperament adds a bit of arrogance to her. Jing Yuheng stood in place and watched Yu Wanyin disappear from sight in a red flamboyant dress, and couldn't help laughing: It's really rare to see such a woman in the Emerald City.

Yu Wanyin pushed open the guest room with a black face, at this time Ling Motang was still lying on the bed dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Festival, Yu Wanyin's slap fell directly on the back of Ling Motang's head without hesitation, Ling Motang opened his eyes in a daze, and rubbed his head slowly: "You beat me and I'm addicted." ”

"You'd better explain it to me." Yu Wanyin threw the money bag directly in front of Ling Motang, and the faded iron leaves inside were scattered in front of Ling Motang in front of the untied money bag.

Ling Motang's eyelids jumped, rubbed his nose and scratched his head, and said hesitantly: "I, I don't know." ”

"Don't know?" Yu Wanyin's tone was charming, deliberately slowing down the speed of speaking, and the chill in his apricot eyes made Ling Motang's back cold.

Ling Motang flattered and smiled: "I said, I said, you let me put on my shoes first." Ling Motang swallowed his saliva, put his boots on his feet, bent down to straighten the hem of his skirt, and rushed to the door while Yu Wanyin didn't care.

Who knew that Yu Wanyin actually used aura to lock Ling Motang's feet, and lifted Ling Motang's collar and sneered: "You can run another one." ”

Ling Motang thought sadly: I hope that Yu Wanyin will marry out as soon as possible, so that this hot potato can fall from his hands.

"I'm not running." Ling Motang's peach eyes were watery and looked pitiful, but Yu Wanyin had long been accustomed to Ling Motang pretending to be like this, and she would not be confused by such appearances, and her voice was serious and serious: "Say, where are you hiding the golden leaf?" ”

Ling Motang exhaled: "You took off my shoes." ”

"Can you be serious?" Yu Wanyin's hand pulling Ling Motang's collar tightened a little tighter, Ling Motang was a little deflated, and directly shook the boots on his feet, and said reluctantly: "There is a sandwich in my boots, and there are still seven pieces of gold leaf left, if you want to take them all." ”

"Good, good." Yu Wanyin said hello three times in a row, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Ling Motang, you can really do it." ”

Ling Motang sighed, not knowing how to open her mouth to let Yu Wanyin relieve the aura trapped in her feet, just when the two of them were silent, a scream suddenly came from under the inn: "The Xu family in the south of the city is dead again!" ”