Ruan Tinghuan woke up on the collapse of the window, only to feel that the light was extremely dazzling, and he trembled his eyelashes and squinted for a moment before daring to open them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Through the plain Luo Sha, I have glimpsed the red sun, the blue sky is clear, so unbelievable.

Her head was a little dizzy, and she had a feeling of drowsy indulgence, and she didn't move until a while.

A peachy face came into view, carefully examining herself, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, with a natural smile.

"The girl is awake?" She slowly helped Ruan Tinghuan sit up and put on soft-soled embroidered shoes for her.

"Chiharu, I'm thirsty"

The maidservant girl in a pale green embroidered white plum dress stood up straight in surprise.

"You, remember me?"

Ting Huan nodded, and breathed a long sigh of relief, only to feel indescribably relaxed, and the lazy limbs and bones regained their strength.

"What's wrong with me? Where is this? She looked up and saw that this room was generous and spacious, with bookshelves on the walls, neatly stacked with thread-bound ancient books, and ornamental stones, porcelain bottles, pen holders, etc., which was a completely unfamiliar place.

I took the white ridge lark tea poured by Qianchun and drank it, it was so comfortable.

Chiharu helped her sit down in front of the mirror, took the boxwood comb and combed her long hair, and when it passed the back of her head, she was extra gentle, and the thick black hair was brushed away, and a soybean-sized mark could be seen.

The shape is round and pale yellow, with a little black in the lower left corner, like a sharp pointed mouth.

"Since the girl knows me, do you still have some impression of what happened that day?"

Ruan Tinghuan looked at himself in the mirror, seemed to be much smoother between his eyebrows, and nodded slowly.

"That man...... How is he? ”

Chiharu said in a low voice: "The hall master has ordered, don't let you know ......"

Ting Huan's heart gradually sank.

It seemed that his situation was not good, and that frightening pool of blood flowed freely...... She shook her head, she really didn't want to do it herself!

"What happened to me? Who is it? ……”

"It's Senior Brother Aocang!"

Aocang? This name seems to have been heard once, and the memory is reviving little by little, and every time I think of it, Ting Huan's hands become colder and more uneasy.

Chiharu tied two buns for her, each with a silver-red ribbon.

She is not yet in time, and she is still dressed as a girl.

"The girl's qi rushed backwards that day, causing her anger to boil and she couldn't suppress herself, and when everyone was helpless, Senior Brother Ao Cang rushed to stun you, and then used yellow vines to tie the girl's whole body tightly, and sent her to Cang'er Hall for fifteen days!"

Qi pulse backlash? Ting Huan recalled the situation that day and nodded: "On that day, I only felt a surge of anger in my chest, and I didn't know where it came from...... I can't control myself. ”

"Have I been here for fifteen?" Ting Huan couldn't believe it.

"Then here are ......"

"It's the house of the second hall master"

No wonder the furniture looks heavy and rustic, with no decoration at all, and the curtains and gauze are all blue-gray.

"The second hall master can't pinch me to death, how can he let me live in the house?"

"The girl doesn't know, after you fainted, it was the second hall master who sent you, and his house is rustic and upright, which is very beneficial to the girl's treatment......"

"Here!"

Chiharu took her right hand and guided her to touch the soft mole on the back of her head.

"What is this?" She asked curiously.

"Girl, you can rest assured in the future, with this mole, your qi veins will not collide like that again!"

Chiharu's face showed a hint of sadness.

Ting Huan touched the mole on the back of his head, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Then I'm fine, can I go back to Tsutoku?"

Suddenly I miss the green jungle.

"Not ......"

Qianchun's eyes were stained with a light red, and he turned his head sideways to avoid it, but Ting Huan could see it clearly in the mirror.

"Why don't I go back to Tsuta? I can't stay here forever, can I? Ting Huan asked continuously.

A cold and serious voice said: "Because there is no one left in Tsutatsune......"

Hearing this, he turned his head and saw an elder in a stone blue robe walking in.

He had a solemn expression, deep nasolabial folds, and a long chin with an air that could not be offended.

He is none other than Jiang Qian, the master of the second hall.

"Where did they go?"

Chiharu glanced at him and stepped back silently.

If it was the hall master, he might not tell her, but the second hall master would definitely say it, in fact, it would be good to tell her.

"All their spiritual power has been injected into the warbler mole in the back of your head, so they have all dissipated...... You're the only one left in the whole Tsutatsu! ”

The bronze mirror rolled down from the frame and smashed on the blue brick floor, and it was suddenly deflated.

Ting Huan stood up abruptly and asked tremblingly, "Who did this?" Why? Is it worth sacrificing them to save me? Then you might as well let me die! ”

Jiang Qian calmly picked up the bronze mirror and put it back on the frame steadily.

"Qingzhan came back to you for this, but it was just a little early!" He looked directly at Ting Huan's wide eyes, although he was shocked, he didn't see the turbulence, and finally put his mind at ease.

It seems that the little spirits of Tsutoshi have not paid in vain, and the qi in her body has calmed down and is no longer overcome.

"Tsutsu Xun is already on the verge of extinction, the Lord of Shun only has half a year of life, Qingzhan still has two years left, Qingmei only has ten days, only if they find you, they have hope......"

Ting Huan sat down stunned on the square table, looking at the lush vine trellis outside the window, his eyes were confused.

That was just a little more than thirty years ago......

Xiangye Town at the foot of White Ridge Mountain.

A turquoise humanoid mist drifted through the narrow alleyway, leaving a faint trail of smoke and a smell of weed.

"I Will Find ...... Today"

Can't be ugly!

This was the last word of Qingli who was about to dissipate.

Are girls so troublesome? She is still thinking about being beautiful, and on weekdays she either has a flower on her head, or she shines on her pale green mist against the sparkling pool water, and she especially hates flies and reptiles, alas, who makes her love to eat fragrant flowers? The fruit is not well grown, and the fruit is not bright and not eaten, and the whole body exudes a fresh aroma, and the insects are naturally coming!

However, since this is her last wish, Qingzhan also puts it in her heart, although in Qingzhan's beenet blue blind eyes, all the girls look about the same!

The smell of tears!

He said to himself: "This, it's a girl's tears" The words are still there, and his body has gone away like a ghost.

Nguyen Dinh Huan was weeping and weeping, today she had just buried her last relative, her 30-year-old mother Li.

Since then, he has been alone, lonely, and no one cares about him.

She was wearing filial piety clothes, carrying a burning basket in her right hand, holding a filial piety stick in her left hand, wrapped in coarse white linen, and two pieces of linen cloth on her blue cloth shoes, red and swollen eyes went home, and the pedestrians she met on the road avoided one after another, one was the fear of the dead, and the other did not want to be contaminated with the bad luck on her body.

The home is a shop, the front shop and the back room, which was left by his father Ruan Dabing, the Ruan family has been locked for generations, and it is also the only family in Xiangye Town, and the father has no money left, only leaving his daughter with a room of strange locks.

Although my father is a man of few words, he is definitely a master of lock-making and unlocking. The one-year-old Tinghuan learned to pick locks and play, which was also the only toy in her childhood, and her mother Li often said: "Girls don't learn how to cut clothes, but they fiddle with this, it's really not a good ......."