In King Rong's mansion, Yizhu Pavilion is as quiet as ever.

The forest cultivates bamboo, and the flowing water is murmuring. The light flows, gilding a lush bamboo forest in the pavilion with a dazzling and soft faint golden light, the flowing water is sparkling, tirelessly flowing down from the stone, the fishtail tail in the stone pool is full of indescribable playful elves, swinging the fishtail swim around, occasionally one or two will struggle to jump, slapping the water surface and splashing jade beads jumping.

Three steps and a stone step, two steps and a bamboo board, the winding path leads to the secluded place, the corridor is tortuous, the corridor is full of green vines with lilac flowers, it seems to be extraordinarily blinking in the winter day of slaughter, the breeze passes through, only to feel the fragrance of the curling fragrance. At the entrance of the corridor, a golden silk nanmu is bright and bright in the twilight, and the wooden plaque reads "Yizhu Pavilion", which is quiet and does not lose the atmosphere, luxurious and elegant.

The corridor is paved with quaint ebony wood, and the breeze enters the pavilion, half the sound of the flute and half the piano.

The scenery is already intoxicating, but the man in the bamboo forest is even more charming.

A flowing white dress seems to be woven by snowflakes flying in the sky, and the ribbon of the bamboo leaves also flutters gently. The soft light poured through the bamboo leaves on his long body, and the halo was hazy.

The slender fingers plucked the strings at will, and the peerless music slowly poured out from under his white jade fingertips when he inadvertently raised his eyes.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the corridor, Rong Yuan raised his head slightly, the tails of his eyes were raised, the stars in his eyes were bright, he was already handsome like a god, and such eyes made the whole person more and more outstanding, noble and elegant, elegant and elegant.

Xin Li stood for a moment, waited until the piano stopped, and said unhurriedly: "Shizi, Miss Yurong just got off the carriage." ”

Rong Yuan stood up, there was no trace of fluctuation in his quiet and quiet eyes, and he glanced at Xin Li lightly: "Do you remember what was handed over to you?" Let the operator go and bring Rong'er over. ”

Xin Li shivered and said respectfully: "Remember, Xin Li will go and prepare." After speaking, he hurriedly turned around, and as soon as he came out of Yizhu Pavilion, he met Shujie, and the two quickly exchanged a tacit look.

Xin Li: I've never seen a calculating person who can be so upright, elegant, and noble as the prince, is it really appropriate for the great wisdom of his family to be used in chasing girls!

The solution is a gentle smile: the son of the world is eighteen years old, and after being lonely for so many years, he finally picked his little peach blossom.

Xin Li glanced at the solution again: However, he didn't pick it up.

The technical solution "hehe": The son of the world is out of the horse, isn't it a matter of being caught? Hehe, he immediately turned around and left, ignoring Xin Li, who went on a secret mission.

Xin Li turned his head to look at the back of Shu Xie in the distance, and felt that Shu Jie's point of view didn't seem quite right. In the past, when he followed Shizi, which of those famous ladies and ladies he met was not fanatically in love with Shizi, and he had to say more words with a cheeky face, but this Miss Yurong seemed to have a faint reaction to Shizi······ Not only faint, but also somewhat evasive.

For so many years, I haven't seen the peerless son of the world deflated, and the first love of the son of the world will not hit the iceberg.

Xin Li shivered again, stopped his messy thoughts, and left in a hurry.

As soon as Xin Li left with his front foot, he came in with Yurong with his back foot.

Shujieren looks delicate, and his words are gentle and gentle: "Miss Yurong, you follow my footsteps, you will go wherever I go." ”

Yurong nodded, and withdrew his gaze at the scenery every step of the way: "Does Rongyuan's pavilion also have a formation?" ”

Shujie bypassed an inconspicuous grass at his feet: "There is no formation, but there is a mechanism." If you don't make the wrong move, the trap will be triggered. ”

Yu Rong nodded clearly: "So that's the case." Rong Yuan's reputation is indeed somewhat reasonable, the formation martial arts are strong or may be broken, how can you calculate this mechanism, but it is difficult to estimate where this step should be stepped on. And the mechanism has always been triggered when he hits the lottery and steps on the wrong one, but he is good, and the mechanism will be triggered if he does not take the right step," followed the solution and stepped on the small pebbles: "The girl of the solution, if the mechanism is triggered, what will happen?" ”

"Dead." Shu Xie simply spit out two words, and felt that the person behind him seemed to be pausing in his footsteps, and hurriedly said: "Don't stop more, the time of each step is accurately calculated." Come here! Shujie said while quickly turning around to pull Yurong, but Yurong was one step away from her, and the design of this road was very domineering, unless she walked the whole way, she could only cross the river like a pawn, and she could only go and not retreat, so it was named "No Regrets Road".

Shu Xie leaned forward, and there was already a dense needle rain all over the sky shooting towards the place where Yurong was shooting domineeringly, Shu Xie was stunned for a moment, and then pulled out the soft sword on his body and was about to rush into the circle.

Rong Yuan was one step faster than the solution, he calmly landed beside Yurong, and when he adjusted the internal force of breathing, a powerful airflow was formed around him, his eyes were as deep as a sea of stars, and from time to time there was a sharp sound of a silver needle blade cutting through the airflow, Rong Yuan took the bamboo leaf in his right hand, and the pieces of it swayed outwards carelessly, seemingly scattered and powerless, and the power of the bamboo leaves that flew out was comparable to that of a sharp blade, each piece of which knocked down dozens of silver needles and then a flying whirl hit down eight or nine out of ten silver needles again.

"Solve the technique, go and stop the mechanism." Rong Yuan has always been indifferent, but when it comes to her, he can't rely on his own temperament.

When Yurong heard the shout of Shu Jie, she just wanted to move forward, but she saw the rain of needles shooting towards her mercilessly, she forgot to close her eyes, forgot to dodge, and didn't even have the most instinctive reaction, she stood stupidly in place and didn't move. That moment seemed to be very short, but it seemed to be very long, she seemed to think about many people and many things, and it seemed that she didn't think about anything.

She thought that she would die in this different time and space today, without the company of her real relatives and her real name······ She smiled slightly, closed her eyes, and decided to accept it calmly, if she didn't accept it, she couldn't change anything, didn't she? This life, this life······

After closing her eyes, there was no stinging pain in her body as she imagined, a clean and cold breath greeted her, and a faint temperature surrounded her, she felt very safe and reassured. Slowly opened her eyes, it was Rong Yuan who was protecting her in his arms, she had heard her table mate say in modern times that looking up is the best way to test a person's appearance, and how many beautiful men have become unsightly pig's heads as soon as they look up.

And the man in front of him, even if he looked up, was still as perfect as a god's eyebrows. The bridge of his nose is straight, his slender eyebrows are outlined on the white jade-like skin, and his eyes are deep and invisible, making people suspect that his eyes contain the entire starry sky and the entire sea.

Rong Yuan's movements seemed to be slow and methodical, but in fact, they were very efficient, but in a moment, all the flying silver needles were scattered, and when there were still a few bamboo leaves in his hand, there were no more silver needles shooting, and the technique had already stopped.