"Where does my sword go, love and hate are difficult to love, my knife cuts through the sky, and I don't understand right and wrong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the royal garden, where the night breeze blows slowly, the fragrance of flowers mixed with the fragrance of wine is faintly scattered in the night sky, but it is far less than the open space in the center of the banquet.

The melodious singing voice like Tianlai overflowed from the lips of the girl who was dressed in white like snow embroidered with a little red plum on the veil, with a sense of pride and ease, as well as a faint sadness.

"I am drunk and hazy, grievances and grievances are illusory and empty, I wake up from a spring dream, and life and death are all empty."

Ling Shaofeng, who danced with a sword, his red hair was particularly tempting, his curved Liu Yue's eyebrows were like hooks, and his eyes were cold and glanced at Zhao Xuanchen who was looking at her obsessively in a wheelchair.

"Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, hate not to meet, love in a hurry, hate in a hurry, everything with the wind, laugh wildly, sigh, live a happy life, sad, who lives and dies with me!"

The calm and neat long sword pointed straight at the long sky, the small hand waved the long sword like a dragon going out to sea, the standing sword became a walking sword, the sword moves were endless, the beginning and the end were like flowing clouds and water, and there were more women in the wine and heroic martial arts with a rare free and easy and happy yearning for enmity.

Zhao Xuanchen, who had been focusing on sword dancing, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he was about to lose her, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand towards Ling Shaofeng, who flew into the sky like a heavenly maiden descending from the field, wanting to grab her and not let her leave, "Shaofeng!" ”

"Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, hate not to meet, love in a hurry, hate in a hurry, everything with the wind, laugh wildly, sigh, live a happy life, sad, who lives and dies with me!"

Everyone at the reception banquet was attracted by the girl who was as charming as a demon and pure as a fairy, and was attracted by the happiness and enmity of the sword in her beautiful song, and couldn't help but want to go with her to see the beautiful picture outlined by the sword dance, and life and death together may be the best ending.

Ling Shaofeng's sword moves, which were both rigid and soft, with a fierce sword wind, pierced through the ancient trees full of peach blossoms under the silent night sky, and stood leisurely in the quiet wind reception banquet hall with his hands behind his back.

A rain of pink petals descends from top to earth, enveloping the mysterious girl in red hair and white clothes with dazzling beauty, as tempting as a mortal fairy.

I don't know how many people's hearts have been charmed by this beautiful picture, how many people's hot eyes have been burned, and how many people's emotions have been confused.

"Shaofeng hereby wishes King Chen's wish come true, and wishes that the elites of the four countries will be held perfectly, if the emperor has no instructions, Shaofeng is a little unwell, so he will retreat first!"

After speaking, Ling Shaofeng was in a silence, before the emperor agreed, when everyone was still shocked by the beautiful and outstanding sword dance, he returned the long sword to the shadow of surprise in his eyes, picked up the white hat thrown aside and put it on his head, ignored Zhao Xuanchen's embarrassed big hand stretched out in mid-air, turned around and walked out of the wind banquet, and walked out of the imperial garden full of flowers.

What a beautiful and lively night, why did her heart hurt like being cut by a knife? It hurts more than a real sword, the pain is unbearable, I can't just dig out my heart and throw it away, is this the heartache that Jingmei talked about?

Ling Shaofeng, who was hurt and sad, and her pace was a little unsteady, her little hands were tightly tugging at the placket of her clothes, enduring the smell of blood that almost gushed out of her mouth, she didn't want to stay longer for a moment, refused the palace maid's guidance, and rushed towards the outside of the palace with her light skills.

The wind whistled in her ears, and the white figure floated through the palace like lightning, flew out of the long Yongxiang, and flew directly up the high palace wall, jumping down from under the wall.

"Poof!"

Ling Shaofeng, who had just climbed over the high wall, his feet had not yet stood firmly on the ground, and his heart was unbearable, finally couldn't help but poof, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The red blood was particularly conspicuous in the hazy moonlight, Ling Shaofeng held the palace wall with one hand, and covered his colic heart with the other, the white veil of the white hat was stained red with blood, and the blood dripped down the red veil on the cold ground paved with stone.

"Looks like I'm still overestimating myself!"

I thought I had figured it out, but since he couldn't give it to her, he let him go and let himself go, but he didn't want to, his heart made the truest reaction, and he was still sad after all!

Ling Shaofeng smiled self-deprecatingly, directly wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with the white veil of the hat, lifted the blood-stained hat and threw it aside, and she was so weak that she held on to the palace wall and walked back step by step.

Why is the night so cold, it seems to be cold like it has never been, is winter just over? Why did she still feel so cold?

Maybe it's not the body that's cold, but a heart that's hurt and bloody.

thought that the two of them had a relationship of life and death, and with her wholeheartedly planning for him, one day she would return him to a deep martial arts, return his healthy body, and help him win the world, but the reality is so cruel and realistic.

Ling Shaofeng staggered forward, and her mind kept replaying everything that had happened since she crossed over, especially the bits and pieces from her acquaintance with Zhao Xuanchen to the present.

Thinking that Zhao Xuanchen has made a lot of sacrifices for herself, and it is also for her to become a person who has lost all her martial arts and her legs are not good for her, but why can't she give up marrying Lin Weier for her?

Maybe she is too persistent, in the ancient era of three wives and four concubines, she actually hoped for the relationship of a couple for a lifetime, maybe she should give up this paranoid emotion, and should follow the customs, since Zhao Xuanchen said that he would not touch Lin Wei'er, he turned a blind eye, so that everyone was happy.

However, she can't do it, she really can't do it because of her emotional seclusion, so the final result will only be so hurtful, really, .......

The lonely back of Ling Shaofeng, who was dressed in white and red hair, was a little scary in the dark, but fortunately, it was late at night and no one walked outside, otherwise I was afraid that I would be mistaken for a ghost!

She has no sense of belonging to this generation, and she has long regarded Zhao Xuanchen as the only belonging, but now that she has no belonging, where should she go, perhaps,......

Obviously, she was fine a few days ago, why did she become like this in a blink of an eye, is she wrong?

Ling Shaofeng's thoughts were very confused, and her mind was becoming more and more unclear, she vomited blood again with excessive sadness, only to feel that her eyes were dark, and her petite body was unstable and planted forward.

She thought she was going to fall and bruise her face or be embarrassed, but she didn't want to fall into a cold embrace, and then she lost consciousness. (To be continued.) )