The smile on Helian Jun's face disappeared instantly, and he stood up with a "whew", slamming the table and spilling the juice on the plate. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You don't deserve to mention her! Your Meng family...... Unworthy! ”

The green tendons on his forehead flared up, and his whole body was shaking involuntarily, and it was the first time Wei Yan had seen such an angry Helian County, and he had not been so angry when he suspected that she had colluded with King Haiwen to burn the grain and grass in his army.

Meng Renchuan's face was dark and calm, and he watched him brush his sleeves away.

Wei Yan bowed to Meng Renchuan and hurriedly chased him out.

He walked at a brisk pace, pushing away the pedestrians who blocked the way, and walked through the bustling streets. Rao is Wei Yan trotted all the way, but he couldn't keep up with him. She followed him breathlessly, not having time to think about what she had been with him all the way. All she knew was that his back looked extremely lonely and desolate. Such a high-spirited man, a rare expression of a little sorrow, has a heartbreaking power, which has since taken root in his life and cannot be erased. I have also experienced the pain of being abandoned by my loved ones, so I feel it very deeply.

He finally stopped around a corner and turned around. Standing with his back to the sun, he was a tall tree growing alone in the wilderness, and the shadows cast on his face made it difficult to see his expression. And she didn't need to see it clearly, the face that often smiled and occasionally smiled and looked very cold had already left a deep imprint on her heart. Even if she couldn't open her eyes to the sun, she knew that he must be grinning in front of her, his deep eyes swept away the incomprehensible emotion, and his white teeth looked particularly bright on his dark face, and he shouted loudly: "Wei Yan, let's go to the bar!" ”

Inexplicably, she was moved by the word "we". She has been suppressed for a long time, why doesn't she want to forget her worries for a while and get drunk happily? Since the accident in her own home, she sent people under the fence, fled for her life in a hurry, wandered around, and was frightened every step, how could she dare to get drunk?

She made her way over the crowd and slowly walked towards him. He squinted and watched her walk towards him step by step, the sun shining on her face, making the gray face shine, the beautiful face lined with the bright watery eyes, every move was graceful, and the smile was touching. Some temperaments are deep in the bones, not a change in appearance, infected, and bullied by others, which can be easily excavated. She was born noble, delicately pampered, and cultivated with piano and books, even if she was in adversity and had nothing, she was still her, and she was as elegant as ever. He suddenly felt that even if the woman in front of him threw away her beautiful face, she was still beautiful and touching. He couldn't help but secretly pride himself in the accuracy of his understanding of people, he had already neglected her complexion, and only felt that she was sincere, pure, and tenacious, unlike those weak women who were self-pitying and blindly cried and wiped their tears to win sympathy. - She has some backbone and determination, she has experienced almost all the disasters that can defeat people, and she can still keep getting up and support herself to get to this point. He couldn't guess who she was and who she relied on now, but he vaguely knew that she had her own strength, and with her own way and weak shoulders, she had picked up some kind of responsibility, and walked on resolutely, never dying, never looking back.

Subconsciously, he reached out and took her hand. Then he pulled her and ran.

They ran all the way past the bustling crowd, through the main roads and alleys, through the downtown and housing clusters, like two children who have no worries and no scruples.

At first she struggled to keep up, her intricate skirt binding her steps. He looked back, leaned down, tore the hem of her skirt with a "whoosh", and grinned at her as she stared at her in surprise and a little annoyance. The smile reached the bottom of her eyes, warm and playful, causing her to laugh too.

Finally came to a maple forest.

He stopped, searching around for something.

She sighed in her heart, it turned out that his destination was this Fengxi Pavilion? Creek maple forest, turnip long pavilion. Ten miles of red maple has fallen, the desolation of early winter has early dew traces, and the broken fallen leaves everywhere make a rustling sound when stepping on it. This place is very remote and secluded, far from the outskirts of the city, she used to invite Aunt Qin to talk about the old things, but later because her father sent troops to ambush here, she made a plan...... It seems to be a very long time ago, and when I think about it, it is only a little more than a year, and there is a feeling of strangeness like a world away.

I saw that he suddenly ran to a certain tree and counted it, broke a dead branch, and dug it on the spot.

She looked around and didn't see how the tree was any different from the tree next to her. What exactly is he looking for?

He didn't say anything, so she didn't ask, walked into the pavilion, brushed off the floating ash on the pavilion railing with the silk scarf that originally covered her face, and sat on it thinking about her thoughts. …… Now that he has received a few businesses in hand, he has already had clues to find people; The mission of finding information has also been successfully completed; The bayberry that Yao Xinyue wanted had already been sent to King Lu's mansion; For the rest, there is also the search for a certain former dynasty painting fan, as well as some news that their holy palace itself wants to hear...... There were a few things that did not pass the ink dyeing, but she herself directly gave orders to the elders in the Holy Palace. When she first entered the capital, almost everyone, including Elder Chen, was not very optimistic about her, the new Holy Lord, not to mention her young age, she was still a woman...... Most of them reluctantly surrendered because of the strong dyeing of ink, and she did have the Netherworld Holy Relic with her. Holding her high, but there may not be much respect in my heart. Until a few days ago, she and Helian County borrowed Wu Yanben's paintings to heat up the reputation of Qingyin Pavilion, and later came out with a few wise tricks to help Qingyin Pavilion get a lot of business, and provided some useful ideas in the process of exploring news,...... Only then did he gradually subdue some of the palace congregation, and he also received the support of the elders. Speaking of which, she has been able to get to where she is today thanks to the help of Helian County. Without his help to open things up, it would have been even more difficult for her.

"Found it!"

He interrupted her thoughts with a cry of delight, and when he looked up, he saw him running towards her with a dirt-covered jar with a somewhat childish smile on his face.

"What is this?" She asked, confused.

"Wine! Zhen Cui's famous 'Gyokurool'! He smiled and lifted the altar stopper with a big mud-stained hand. The rich aroma of the wine comes to the nose, and the taste is more mellow and rich because of the age.

"You're hiding here?" She looked at his dirty hands and altar body with some disgust, took out a silk handkerchief and handed it to him, and motioned for him to clean himself first.

Taking the silk handkerchief, he wiped his palm carelessly, and smiled very happily: "Yes." Many people in the capital have changed, and this wine is still in this place! The smile was relaxed, but the words were a little heavy.

She deliberately ignored his fleeting loneliness, and said with a smile: "This wine is indeed fragrant, but how are you going to drink it?" "This jar is too dirty, isn't it? I don't know how many years it has been buried in the ground...... (To be continued.) )