There is no morning in the day, and time does not come again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qi Qing'er's days in the Yan family passed like a white horse, and the stars changed.

During this period, Yan Yi retired to the rivers and lakes in order to ensure that Qi Qing'er's identity was not discovered, and once took Qi Qing'er with her family to move to the depths of the dense forest to spend the life of a paradise in the last world.

Qi Qing'er also learned more about her father's great achievements from Yan Yi, so that she was more convinced of her father's loyalty and openness.

As time passed, the seed of Zhaoxue's revenge gradually became deeper and deeper in Qi Qing'er's heart.

This year, the twenty-sixth year of Xuanyuan, the fifteenth year of the destruction of Qi Mansion.

Late summer and early autumn.

The air was humid and hot, not at all as cool as autumn.

On the top of the mountain, with the fiery sunset hanging over her, Qi Qing'er held Yan Song's soft sword and skillfully danced the shadow flow swordsmanship.

Each stab of the sword is like splitting the heat floating in the air, and every movement contains infinite power.

Printed with the fiery red sunset, Qi Qing'er's body was steaming, like a sword shadow.

Fifteen years have made Qi Qing'er retreat from childishness and maturity.

Under a plain red wrapper, the jade body is plump, and it does not lose the vigor and lightness of the martial arts.

The skin is better than snow, the eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when looking forward to it, it has an elegant and elegant temperament.

Let people be photographed, ashamed of themselves, and dare not blaspheme.

But that cold arrogance and agility are quite seductive, and people can't help but be haunted by dreams.

The sound of sword dancing in the air stopped abruptly.

Qi Qing'er put her sword into the sheath, and she had already noticed Yan Song who was standing behind her and watching for a long time.

"It's here, why don't you keep quiet!" Qi Qing'er turned around, and the two red lips that were not self-red opened lightly.

Yan Song, who was standing under the ancient trees covered with red leaves, hooked his thin lips slightly, jumped up, and landed lightly in front of Qi Qing'er.

Although half of his face was covered by the long and neat hair on his forehead, his handsome face was still eye-catching. The long and thick eyelashes softened his originally strong and powerful silhouette.

Dressed in a miserable blue robe, unrestrained, slightly fluttering.

After settling down, Yan Song took a step closer to Qi Qing'er, raised his eyebrows and said, "I look at my woman, do I need to report to anyone?" ”

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath close to Qi Qing'er's neck, making an expression of enjoyment.

"Enough trouble?!" Qi Qing'er had long been accustomed to Yan Song's provocation, raised her eyebrows, and leaned out of the way.

After so many years, Yan Song doesn't know how many times he has shown his love to Qi Qing'er openly and secretly, but every time he has failed. Yan Song's originally easily injured heart has long been covered with calluses, and his current self-repair ability is first-class.

Anyway, I've already failed many times, and I don't care about one more time!

Yan Song also leaned over with Qi Qing'er, reached out to hook Qi Qing'er's jaw, pulled it in front of him, and wrapped his other hand around Qi Qing'er's waist and pulled it towards his body.

The eyes showed the domineering of a man, his face was like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color was like the flower of spring dawn, and his eyes were like autumn waves, which moved on Qi Qing'er's two lips.

Without waiting for Qi Qing'er to react, Yan Song's thin lips had already met Qi Qing'er's Dan lips.

Qi Qing'er only felt a cold lip, but she didn't expect Yan Song to really dare to kiss herself, the hand holding the sword tightened, took a step back, pulled out the soft sword, and pointed it directly at Yan Song's chest.

Qi Qing'er's face, which was full of surprise, immediately turned to annoyance.

Yan Song looked at the soft sword coldly, and his head still maintained a kissing posture.

"Yan Song, what are you doing?!" Qi Qing'er's cold and arrogant eyes flashed with a hint of shyness, and the hand holding the sword shrank back a little.

Qi Qing'er didn't want to hurt Yan Song, at least not physically.

"Kiss you!" Yan Song said like clear water, as if the kiss just now was taken for granted.

raised his head and looked at Qi Qing'er with a smile, with teasing in his triangular eyes.

The corners of his mouth raised a wanton smile, and he took a step closer to Qi Qing'er even more provocatively, and pressed his chest against the head of the sword.

"Stop making a fuss, okay?" Qi Qing'er looked at Yan Song's scoundrel, but she couldn't say that she hated it.

Bend your hand and retract your sword into its sheath.

Yan Song was not ready to stop there, took a step forward, snatched the sword from Qi Qing'er's hand, and tied it behind him.

This soft sword has been in Qi Qing'er's hands for more than ten years, and it is the first time it has been taken away by Yan Song, Qi Qing'er didn't know what Yan Song meant for a while, and her expression was slightly confused, and she stared at Yan Song.

Until Yan Song hooked her jaw again and made a gesture to kiss.

Qi Qing'er couldn't help but make a move.

slapped a palm on Yan Song's chest, and jumped back, as light as a feather.

Yan Song felt that the palm was appeased, and said "um", indicating enjoyment, his triangular eyes sparkled wantonly, and he jumped towards Qi Qing'er.

An instant......

The two had already fought under the ancient tree, and the fiery red sunset sprinkled on the two of them, with the darkening twilight, the scene was unusually harmonious.

Yan Song approached step by step, beckoning to distract himself, not only not to show that he was giving in, but also to give Qi Qing'er a chance to win.

Qi Qing'er had already seen Yan Song's thoughts, and the move was so far.

Qi Qing'er and Yan Song don't know how many times they have played such a game.

At this time, Qi Qing'er stepped on a piece of turquoise stone, and her heel was crooked, but fortunately, Yan Song's hand reached out quickly, and he was grabbed by the arm, so he didn't fall to the ground.

However, the jade in Qi Qing'er's neck slipped out and hung on the outside of the placket on his chest, glowing slightly red in the setting sun, which matched the color of Qi Qing'er's clothes very well.

Yan Song was shocked by the sudden red light, but he quickly reacted, it was the piece of jade in Qi Qing'er's neck, a token of love.

Li Rumo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, obviously grabbed Qi Qing'er's hand, and deliberately let go.

Qi Qing'er fell to the ground defenselessly, and half of her face was buried in the grass.

"You did it on purpose!" Qi Qing'er raised her head angrily, and the sweat on her forehead stuck to half of the green leaves, which reflected Qi Qing'er's complexion like Wu Dan.

"Yes, on purpose! That playful look in your chest is shaking my eyes! Yan Song was unceremonious, and the ambiguity of the right talent was hidden without a trace.

Qi Qing'er propped up her upper body and sat in the grass.

has been with Yan Song for so many years, so he naturally understands the meaning of Yan Song's words.

What probably made Yan Song unhappy was the piece of jade in Qi Qing'er's neck.

For Qi Qing'er, this piece of jade is like a black spider web, sticking to Qi Qing'er's heart all the time, so that Qi Qing'er always remembers that there is a prince named Gao Junsheng in the Jingling, as well as those enemies who accused their father.

Qi Qing'er touched the jade and put it back again.

Her eyes also began to become cold, and the ripples that fluctuated in her heart were even more elusive in the setting sun.

Yan Song looked at Qi Qing'er's subtle changes, it was his displeased expression, with a reprimanding tone, he said: "Those who ruined your family, the so-called royal relatives and relatives, can't you forget?!" ”

"Of course I can't forget, this piece of jade reminds me that the hatred of killing my father and destroying the door is unforgettable!" Qi Qing'er was emotional, and she didn't want to say these words.

Yan Song sneered, walked around Qi Qing'er, and waved his sleeves: "What's the use of you remembering it in your heart and hating it in your heart?!" In that capital, the person who killed your whole family back then may now be singing about wine, living freely, and has long left the Qi Mansion of the year out of the clouds. Yan Song said and attached himself to Qi Qing'er's ear, wiped the broken grass leaves from the corner of her forehead, and continued: "Forget those distant hatreds, because you will never have the opportunity to Zhaoxue for your family again, because with the strength of you and me, you can't challenge the imperial power at all, and talk about He Zhaoxue, how to wash away grievances!" ”

"How do you know I can't!" Qi Qing'er's eyes were red, she stood up, and looked straight at Yan Song, "I haven't tried it, how do you know if you can?!" ”

The sun was setting and the twilight was falling, and in the faint light they were both glistening with tears.

It's just that no one can see anyone.

"For the Qi family Zhaoxue, this is the purpose of my survival, and I must go back to the capital!" Qi Qing'er said that she would leave, and the hatred had already made her hysterical.

Yan Song's hoarse voice came from behind him, wanting to dissuade Qi Qing'er, "What is the difference between going back as your current imperial court violation and going to die!" ”

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