The night was getting deeper and deeper, Lin Xiaojin sat on the bed, she frowned and held the cold silver bell on her wrist, raised her hand and moved, the bell shook slightly, these bells touched his heart.

She didn't want to sleep, and she was inexplicably a little uneasy. She reached out and lifted the curtain from the bed.

When I looked up, I saw that Luzhu was sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed.

Hong Su, on the other hand, sat sideways at the wooden table, lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

The bronze lamp of the long-legged crane in the palace is lit by a yellowish candle flame, which illuminates the room transparently and clearly.

Lin Xiaojin sighed silently, it should be late at night, right?

She stepped off the bed lightly, wanting to go outside.

She tried her best not to wake up the green beads and red soy, and walked to the screen to take off a plain cloak and put it on her body to keep out the cold.

She pushed open the door and walked out into the courtyard.

The silver bell on the wrist swayed slightly, and the crescent moon in the winter night sky was very hazy, shining in the courtyard like a mist.

At this moment, she seemed to be a little shaken, she seemed to hear Xiao Qiye's voice, and softly called "Xiaojin" in her ear.

A fragment flashed through her mind.

In the ink-scented bookstore, she was holding a roster in her hand, and her name was written on the roster: Lin Xiaojin.

She sat on the steps outside the study room with a depressed face pinching the register, when a young man in a light-colored shirt stopped in front of her.

She looked up at the young man, her eyes clear.

"What are you doing sitting here?" the young man asked in a voice.

"Not happy..."

"Is it because you don't want to study?"

"It's not... When I just went to hand in the roster, I felt that my name was not good, it was too ordinary! What are other people's names: Song Ziyu, Jiang Zhiwen, and Jiang Wan. My eldest brother's name is Lin Zhixing, the second sister Lin Yuxian, and the fourth brother Lin Qingyu. It's just my name Lin Xiaojin! My name is too petty, I don't like it!"

She pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, and her stomach was full of grievances.

After only a few seconds, a delicate flower appeared in front of her, and the fingers holding the flower were white and slender.

She looked at the boy in surprise.

"Flowers, splendid mountains and rivers, full of flowers are you, mountains and rivers are you, Xiaojin, this name is very special. ”

The young man's voice was as clear as jade, and he stuffed the delicate flower in his hand into her hand.

She was stunned and then blushed slightly, pinched the small flower in her hand tightly, leaned in front of her nose and sniffed it.

Is he saying that he is like a flower?

Lin Xiaojin stood in the Yuqian Palace, the corners of his mouth rising slightly. The vague young man's face in her mind suddenly met Xiao Qiye's warm eyebrows, her heart moved, and her face was hot.

Why do you keep thinking about that person? You can't just think about it like this because he gave him a handbag, you must know that he has taken away his gold seal!

He's just a man who loves to play with power! Talking about a condition and copying a book! It's just disgusting!

Lin Xiaojin stayed in the palace for a while, and suddenly remembered her slender cloud bow.

Uneasy, she walked over to the lotus pot and made sure that there was no one around, she bent down and put her hand into the cold water to get the bow of the cloud.

As a result, as soon as her wrist poked into the water, the bell on her wrist kept ringing again, rippling water waves, one after another.

The spiritual power on the snow bell came into contact with the spiritual power on the cloud bow, and the two spiritual powers produced an intertwined impact, burrowing into Lin Xiaojin's body like flying snow.

Her pupils were slightly dilated, and a complicated look flashed on her pretty face.