It was night, and the moonlight was as clear as the first snow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The surging river flows, and the crisp and dull sound echoes in the darkness where no one is looking.

Isolated from the bustling lights of distant towns, the silence here is cold and hopeless.

A group of shadows who were busy in the dark night, still did not find any clues, they frequently walked back and forth on the edge of the cliff, searching, and they were unwilling to return empty-handed.

"Butterfly-clothed girl, that woman, she's gone!" In the night, a figure in black said to a woman in red.

"All searched?" Yan Dieyi questioned, with a trace of remorse and unwillingness in her heart.

"Yes, all of them have been searched, and there is no whereabouts." The men said.

Yan Dieyi took a deep breath, which was particularly heavy in the quiet night, "She won't fly away, let me continue to search farther away!" ”

"Yes." The man hesitated slightly, but replied obediently.

The group searched into the forest behind them, until in the lonely night, there was no trace of restless sound.

The moon reflected in the water is not yet full, and the shadow of the moon sways with the ripples on the water, broken and round, round and broken.

A figure slowly emerged from the river, the cold water flowing over her weak body. The clothes and long hair were drenched with water, clinging to the body, and exuding a trace of cold air in line with the body temperature.

Yao Muxue struggled to climb onto the shore, her face as pale as a dead man, and her body trembled gently in the cold water.

In her hand, she actually held a little boy, which she had just fished up from the river.

The young man's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and the white clothes on his chest were still stained with blood. The skin on his face was soaked white by the river water, and it was slightly puffy, but there was still a trace of unpleasant breath.

She rested for a moment, picked up the cold corpse-like teenager, and walked forward slowly. Her strength gradually dissipated, and she was embarrassed like a remnant soldier in her twilight years, and gradually walked away towards the distant capital city where the lights were lit.

It's the third watch, and the wind outside the house seems to add a bit of coolness. Inside the Qinglian Pavilion, it is still brightly lit.

A man and a woman, under the guidance of the maid, walked quickly into the Qinglian Pavilion.

"Two Dharma protectors, have you found your little master?" The young man in white had a calm face, and his shallow smile was illusory.

"Seven flowers have already been dispatched, and she should be found soon." A handsome man in a dark robe replied, his eyes calm and calm.

"Lord Mo should also come back in the next few days, for the sake of our well-being, it is ......better to do it as soon as possible," the white-clothed young man urged, shaking his head a little annoyed. He thought to himself, it was the first time that he had been so difficult as a doctor when he encountered such a disobedient patient.

"Naturally, you don't have to worry about these things, within an hour, my Seven Flowers will definitely bring the little master back." The woman next to her, who had not spoken, opened her mouth, speaking softly, her eyes full of confidence.

This woman's figure was extremely small and lovely, and her delicate and immature face was smooth and fair, and she looked like a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. But her age has long exceeded such a youthful appearance......

"Of course I don't bother, and I'm not interested in doing that. I'm very curious about the Flower Protector's eternal face, I don't know, can you reveal the secret......" As he spoke, he moved a little closer to the delicate woman, and when he looked closely, the delicate face was even more flawless.

Ling Lie's killing intent flashed, and the delicate woman's face did not change, but she didn't know when there was a small diamond-shaped dart in her hand.

Skillfully moved slightly, and the small hidden weapon was quickly retracted in the woman's hand, this time at such a fast speed, as if it had never moved.

A strand of green silk slowly fell, Leng Xiangfan smiled and stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and then casually pulled the hair behind his ears.

"You women here are so dangerous, you can't even joke about it......" The boy turned away and shook his head in annoyance, regretting that he shouldn't have provoked the woman just now.

"Humph! Who wants to joke with you......" The woman pouted unconvinced, she moved a few steps to the side, and grabbed the arm of the handsome man next to her, similar to the coquettish appearance is really cute.

There was a cacophony of sounds outside, light but enough to be found inside.

For a while, I saw some women in black entering the house one after another, their steps light and silent, like ghosts without weight.

They were carrying two people in their hands, and sure enough, one of them was Yao Muxue, who was already unconscious. In addition, there was another strange teenager, who was also seriously injured.

"What's wrong with her, little master?" Hua Niang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was asking the women in black.

"The subordinates don't know, when they found the little master, she had already fainted near the Wangjiang River, but ......" The woman in black wanted to speak and stopped.

"But what?" Hua Niang continued to ask.

"The subordinates found that there is also a group of people who are also looking for the little master." The woman in black continued to answer.

"Who are you?"

Among them was a woman in red, whom had been seen by his subordinates in the pear orchard. She is a person from Tsing Yi Gate, just a play, specially for dignitaries and dignitaries to take the stage. ”

After hearing this, Hua Niang's eyebrows tightened tighter, as if she thought of something, but swallowed it back invisibly.

"I know, let's all go down." She waved her hand and motioned for the women in black to stand down.

Leng Xiangfan didn't pay attention to their discussion, stepped forward to probe Yao Muxue's veins, and asked the maids to carry the unconscious Yao Muxue to the back room.

He turned around again and looked at the young boy who had been thrown to the ground and was dying.

He didn't have to diagnose it to know that his life was short. He couldn't bear it a little between his eyebrows, but finally picked up the little boy and walked towards the back room.

Outside the hall, the two Dharma protectors, a man and a woman, seemed to have left in a hurry because of other affairs.

In the entire Qinglian Pavilion, only Leng Xiangfan and a few maids were still busy.

The sky lit up with a soft light, and the whole earth was waking up, and the sounds of birds and birds and people gradually increased.

Leng Xiangfan frowned, staring at Yao Muxue, who was still groggy, and could no longer maintain that empty smile.

Her poison has penetrated her heart, and now even if he can rejuvenate himself, there is no way; Coupled with the fact that she was hit by the cold air of the river yesterday, even if she has a snow kite, I am afraid she can only barely survive......

Is this fate?

He helplessly wiped away the empty smile on his face, looked at the lit sky and sighed softly. It seems that the guarantee he made to Mo Yunkai before his departure is about to be burned.

When Yao Muxue woke up, it was already afternoon.

A maid came in with a potion, placed it beside her, and quietly withdrew.

She looked around, but there was no sign of the young doctor.

She got out of bed and walked to the door, only to see a small bed next to it, on which a pale child lay down, the wound on his chest already covered with satin, and his shallow breath made his chest rise and fall.

She couldn't help but crouch down, remembering that this was the child who had soaked in the river water last night. This is the kid who looked like he was already dead, but he reached out and grabbed her sleeve?

While she was in her trance, the young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and it was that bright, pitch-black and agile appearance.

"Are you awake?" She smiled at the boy.

"I'm ......" The young man opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything for a while, and a hoarse whimper came through his throat, and his breath was faint.

"You're alive." She seemed to be able to read the meaning of the young man's words, and said with a sweet smile.

"May you tell me, what's your name?" She continued to ask patiently, as if to lull the child to sleep, and her tone was softer than ever.

The boy closed his eyes lightly and thought for a moment, then shook his head with difficulty, and a line of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"I ...... I didn't...... The name .....," replied the young man with difficulty.

Yao Muxue was slightly stunned, she looked at this child who was only ten years old, and her heart ached.

The depth in the young boy's eyes startled her, sad and helpless. She didn't understand what kind of experience made such a small person carry such a heavy sadness.

"That'...... Sister help you choose a name, do you say okay? She rubbed the boy's hair and whispered.

The little boy nodded hesitantly, looking at her with bright eyes a little expectation.

She pondered for a moment, then joy crept up into the corners of her eyes.

"It's better to call you Wuyou in the future!" She said happily, there is no sense of worry-free, and I hope that he will be able to live in this world without worry in the future.

"None..... ....." the boy muttered repeatedly, and then struggled to reveal a light smile.

But before the boy could respond, he had already fallen asleep again unconsciously.

Yao Muxue looked at the young man's sudden smile, and her heart was mixed, how much she looked like her former self.

She pulled out a long-lost memory in her heart, thinking back to that year, she didn't know who she was or who she remembered......

It was Brother Yun who gave her name, and it was also Brother Yun who gave her a reason to live in this world.