Feng Zhiwei stared at the shadow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The jade crown, the dark silver brocade robe with a white moon background, wearing a snow-white light fur, the light fur is brilliant and precious, but what is more brilliant is the person's face, which seems to be condensed with colorful beauty in the world, all condensed in a person's eyebrows, instantly stunning thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

The eyebrows are slightly raised, delicate as feathers, the lips are beautifully curved, and the hands of the gods are carefully depicted, but these peerless beauty, when the eyes under the thick and long eyelashes quietly turn, only the eyes of the sky and the earth are only the brilliance of the dark jade.

The early winter wind blows the snow foam, drifting from a white plum forest on the shore, and the snow-like plum blossoms and plum blossom-like broken snow sweep over a blue ice lake, and then shatter in his flying clothes, this slightly monotonous pale winter scenery is immediately picturesque.

The immortals in the mountains, the masters under the forest, the national hand Danqing, the posture that is difficult to describe.

The man's body wrapped in a light fur was slender, and the jade tree stood on the rocks on the shore, and from the posture, he was slightly leaning over to look at himself in the lake.

Feng Zhiwei immediately sank into the water, and then raised his head.

She saw a pair of deep, cold eyes.

The eyes are extremely beautiful, the flow of color is compelling when turning, and when staring at people, they are as quiet as a bright abyss, so black and white are clearly flooded with pure and slight steel blue, like a rich brocade, layer by layer, gorgeous and noble but thick and cold, submerging people.

Feng Zhiwei put his hands on his chest, staring at the eyes that seemed to be looking forward to being amorous and soaked in the misty night, thinking that the world would be confused by such a stunning face and couldn't see the cold forest under his eyes?

"Excuse me, let me go." She looked up and motioned for the man to get out of the way.

The man didn't move, looking down at her - Feng Zhiwei, who was standing in the shallow water, showed a beautiful face between the long hair that was scattered, his black and thin eyebrows were soaked in water, dark as a feather, and his eyes were misty, like a veil of confusion when he looked at people.

It's really a delicate and harmless woman.

What a ...... His face was very surprised.

In the flowing water, Feng Zhi bent over slightly, his hands skillfully protected his chest, not embarrassed and cramped because of such a posture, nor panicked because the murder was discovered, he still stood calmly in the water, and did not avoid the fierce gaze implied in the man's smile.

In front of this man's glass-clear eyes, any disguise would be self-inflicted.

"That's how you're going to come up?" After a while, he spoke, his voice was warm, but he could still feel the indifferent coldness when he listened carefully.

Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw that the fifth lady had sunk.

"What if she floats up?" The man looked at the surface of the water, "At that time, how will you, who are in charge of sprinkling and sweeping this garden, deal with the interrogation of the Qiu Mansion?" ”

Feng Zhiwei felt that his tone didn't seem to be worried about her, but it had a bit of a sense of taking the school exam, but why was she being tested by a stranger?

"Oh? Interrogate? Feng Zhi smiled, wading straight to the shore, the water dripping from her body splashed on his splendid ink shoes, and the man immediately let go.

"The fifth lady inexplicably fell into the lake when she went to your appointment," Feng Zhiwei reached out to hold her wet hair, and touched her face with a little regret - the kodan on the fifth lady's nails seemed to be mixed with the "no flower" that has the effect of coloring and fragrant, and the powder and water of this thing dissolved just enough to wash away the turmeric complexion on her face.

Sighing helplessly, she turned her head and smiled at him, "It seems that it should be you who needs to explain to Qiu Fu?" ”

"To my appointment?" The man turned his head and smiled meaningfully, "But, girl, it seems that it is you who is making an appointment, not the half-aged." ”

Feng Zhiwei stood up and turned her head to look at him, her natural eyes were misty and soft, and she looked at it with a smile, as soft as a flower that could be broken at the touch of a button.

"Really? That's really an honor for the slaves...... So, may I ask Childe...... What is the slave's surname? ”

The smile on the corner of the man's lips deepened, and he suddenly reached out to hold her and whispered in her ear, "You'll tell me yourself sooner or later......"

Feng Zhi fell into his arms without being caught off guard, and did not move at all when he struggled, only then did he realize that this person seemed to be handsome and exquisite, with a jade-like demeanor, but the kung fu at the bottom of his hand was by no means ordinary, she looked down at the fingers holding her arm, the knuckles were slender and the finger bones were distinct, the skin was delicate and close to transparent, and the contours were not like the hands of a martial artist, but they were full of irresistible strength.

He leaned very close to her, and the slightly cool mint smell rushed into her nose, it was a cold and bright smell, not obvious but everywhere, she frowned unaccustomedly, and wanted to struggle, but she heard a sudden noise of footsteps behind him.

Someone said sharply: "What about Yuhua?" Xuan was waiting in the front yard, why didn't she see anyone? ”

Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled, she recognized this voice - her uncle, Qiu Shangqi, the governor of the five armies and the commander of the Flying Shadow Guard, was the first person to be a hot military general in the dynasty.

And Yuhua is now sinking in the pond at her feet.

Someone behind Qiu Shangqi was whispering something in return, but he was interrupted by Qiu Shangqi in the middle of his words, and he said "ah" and said, "So you are ...... here"

That tone was coming in the direction of Feng Zhiwei, but halfway through his words, he was also interrupted by the man with light fur, "Lord Qiu, I walk around, what's the matter, isn't it convenient?" ”

"Don't dare." Qiu Shangqi immediately bowed down, his tone panicked.

Feng Zhiwei listened, but felt that although his uncle's words were fearful, the respect was insufficient, and this person's tone was also a little inappropriate, this conversation sounded a little strange.

"Yuhua, the little concubine in the house, is good at singing and dancing pipa, and she was originally going to point out to serve you." Qiu Shangqi smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's just that she suddenly got sick......"

"I've already met her." The light Qiu man's tone was leisurely, Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and looked at him, the two eyes collided, and the man smiled playfully at her.

It's been seen, under the water.

The two looked at each other and answered silently with their eyes.

…… Any idea what I'm going to say?

…… That's your business.

…… Afraid?

…… Murder pays for life, and there is no complaint.

The woman's eyes were always smiling, and she couldn't see the true emotions in her heart, but the fingers against his front heart seemed to be slightly cold...... The man suddenly raised his eyebrows, a little strange that he could feel the coldness through this thick winter clothes, was it an illusion? Or is it the old wound in the chest that often chilled into the bone marrow, and it recurred?

The old illness that had been separated for a long time actually came back at this moment, and the eyes of the woman opposite were full of smoke and mist, and such an irretrievable feeling made him feel a trance for no reason.

You're an interesting person......

All the complicated thoughts were just a moment, and the next moment he had already closed his gaze, and half-turned around, looking at Shangqiu Shangqi questioningly.

"Oh, I killed."

The tone is understated, like mentioning an ant that has been trampled to death.

Qiu Shangqi's eyes widened in shock, and the indifferent smile on the elegant and slightly cool face of the man opposite made him gasp, and then remembered the legend of this person in Dijing, the ruthless yin owl behind those **** Huayan was moody, and couldn't help but immediately hide his surprise, and said in a harmonious voice: "...... Kill it or not, presumably the concubine rudely bumped into you? ……”

Still interrupting him again, the man in light fur casually pulled up his cuffs, and his tone was as light as the wind that melted the snow on this winter day.

"Do you need a reason to kill?"