Xue Yan took a thin breath, "Heh, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pursed his lips and looked straight at the tent above his head, with a calm and calm look in the depths of his eyes, as if there was a profound Buddhist mystery on the tent, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Looking at his appearance, Zhao Yue's glass heart liver was suddenly shattered into eight petals, "Fang just said that he would not be strong in front of me, this son will become a hero again!" As he spoke, he pulled a piece of bells and whistles, gently pressed it on the corner of Xue Xuan's mouth, and asked gently, "Is your blood delicious?" ”

Xue Yi hooked his lips slightly, and a red blood flow slowly spread out from the corner of his mouth, and after a while, the handkerchief was soaked through, and he glanced at the still bells and whistles of the handkerchief, and said, "It's better to use your handkerchief." ”

Zhao Yue raised his hand and put the blood-soaked handkerchief into the basin, and half of the basin of clear water turned into red blood, "Xiaobai, you took away the little junior sister, she can't see this bloody thing, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"Zhao Yue, do you remember the little song you sang to me when you were a child?" The smile on Xue Yue's face was as pale as snowflakes, just like many years ago, which made Zhao Yue's heart frightened for a while.

In the winter of that year, when he was eight years old, he entered the palace for the first time to attend a banquet, and the banquet in the palace was not his temperament, so he broke away from the eunuchs and grandmothers who accompanied him, and secretly went to the imperial garden, not wanting to meet a white-robed hairy boy who was a head shorter than him.

At that time, he didn't know that the hairy boy was the heart of the queen mother, the supreme third prince, he just felt that the kid was very arrogant, and saw him not only not salute, but also leaned on the rockery behind the sun without moving.

Zhao Yue snorted lightly, "As soon as I mention this, I get angry!" At that time, Xue Xu's father rebelled, and you just ate his whip, and the injuries on your body have not been closed, why don't you say anything? At that time, when his old fist went down, the little man in the white robe curled up on the ground covered in blood, without saying a word, shocked that he thought he had practiced peerless magic skills.

"It's all painful, and it's not in vain." Xue Yi blinked slowly, "Zhao Yue, I'm in a lot of pain right now, you can sing that little song again." ”

At that time, he caused him to lie down for more than a month, and the pain made the five-year-old child toss and turn and could not sleep, and his glass was careful and his liver was guilty, so he stayed by his bedside every day, holding his hand, and singing the little songs that his mother taught him.

As if he was back in his childhood, he took his hand and sang softly: "Xiaofeng sends dark incense, strayed into whose yard, butterflies love flowers, blue water swings willow lines, **** in front of me, how can the jade people not see ......" Although Zhao Yue is rough and leafy, he has a good voice, and the little song he hums has the taste of Wu Nong, a soft language in the south of the Yangtze River.

The immeasurable layman looked at this rare and warm scene, and suddenly felt that it was not too much of a loss to accept such an apprentice, at least in the future, he would have a free play for the New Year's Festival and his birthday, and he sighed softly, "Alas, this time I borrowed the light of eleven, or I don't know that Xiao Jiu'er has a good voice!" With that, he got up and walked out of the room, and Chang Mu quietly followed.