Master Yiyun, who was holding his precious golden sore medicine, stopped suddenly, looked around, and then laughed out loud: "It turned out to be the broken temple of the old man!" I'm fooling around! This gold sore medicine was stolen from him the day before yesterday! Okay now, I said only empty boy, you are welcome, just use it! It's okay to go out for a walk, and when you come back, don't use up the old man's gold sore medicine! The old man can tell you, that stinky old man has no other skills. But when it comes to medical skills, there is really nothing to say! However, compared to old decay. It's still a little bit closer—"

Gu Huafan looked at Master Yiyun and pointed to the root of the back wall, and then pointed to the door, compared the length of the whole room, and said a little distance, immediately held his forehead and trembled.

The corners of Gu Weikong's mouth twitched, although he was used to it, but in recent days, Master Yiyun's skills have really grown again!

Master Yiyun's eyebrows fluttered while gesturing, and at the same time, he sprinkled medicine on Gu Weikong's back, and his excitement was beyond words!

Gu Huafan looked at her brother who was still calm and calm with sympathy, and then moved towards the door little by little.

Suddenly, Gu Weikong raised his eyes and glanced at the small movements of the ancient painting fan.

The ancient painting fan immediately stiffened, and then cried with a sad face, desperately squeezing out tears. But after blinking for a long time, his eyes didn't moisten a little.

Gu Weikong squinted at the expression of the ancient painting fan, and then waved his hand, as if to say: Aiqing, kneel down!

The ancient painting fan immediately rubbed his stiff face, and the girl skewered out of the door.

Inside the house, Master Yiyun's spell continued.

The ancient painting fan flashed outside the courtyard gate, and this was a great relief. Plucking out her ears, she strode to the front yard, she still had to ask the Master of the Sky Stop about something.

As soon as he walked around the corner, he saw a person walking towards him, the ancient painting fan waved his hand, and said in a clear voice: "Hello Xiaohei!" ”

Liuyu was about to say hello, but when she heard this, her hands tightened, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Only then did he burst out of a sentence coldly.

"Not at all!"

The ancient painting fan stopped suddenly, looked back at Liuyu's stiff back, and thought about what was wrong? But I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with a reason.

He took two steps back, looked at Liuyu, and said thoughtfully, "Actually, you're quite white—"

Liuyu: ......

"Liuyu is not called Xiao Hei!"

The ancient painting fan felt that Liuyu seemed to squeeze out this sentence from between his teeth.

"Not called Xiao Hei? Then why does Master Yiyun call you all day long! Even my brother acquiesced. The ancient painting fan scratched his head.

It's okay not to mention it, as soon as he mentioned Liuyu, he immediately shook his body and strode forward.

The ancient painting fan looked at the back of Liuyu, and only felt murderous!

She'd better get out of the way!

turned around to leave, but saw the master of stopping the sky coming slowly. Master Zhikong has been in retreat for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet here. He immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Sky Stopper is well!" ”

A solemn abbot's robe draped over his body Master Zhikong heard the words and said in a harmonious voice: "Painting a fan, is your body better?" ”

Gu Huafan chuckled: "Thank you for your concern, it's already much better!" ”

"That's good! Have you seen Master Yiyun? ”

At the mention of Master Yiyun, the ancient painting fan reflexively twitched the corners of his mouth, and then chuckled: "Master Yiyun is in my brother's room and is healing my brother's injuries!" ”

Master Zhikong bowed slightly, and then walked towards Gu Weikong's courtyard.

The ancient painting fan looked at the back of the master of the sky and nodded. In fact, if Master Zhikong does not meet Master Yiyun, it is the appearance and style of an absolute enlightened monk.

But if Master Yiyun and Master Sky Stopping meet! Thinking of that scene, the ancient painting fan quickly shook his head and strode away.

As soon as he walked to his small courtyard, the ancient painting fan stopped and looked around, patted his forehead, and muttered: "You brain! ”

I remembered that I still have something to talk to Master Sky Stop! She said how did she feel like something was missing?

It's all to blame for this little black, and after talking to him, he forgot all about business.

The ancient painting fan muttered, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, and as soon as his hand touched the courtyard door, he saw the originally open courtyard door slam shut. The hand of the ancient painting fan trembled reflexively, a little inexplicably.

Behind him lingered the sound of breathing, the sound of slight rubbing against clothes. The ancient painting fan suddenly felt joy in his heart, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Sixth Highness! ”

The purpose is to be dressed in black, peerless, like a god's mansion.

Gu Huafan looked at the person in front of him and muttered, "Your Highness the Seven-"

Xuanyi is peerless, the breeze caresses the hem of Chun Yuan's blue clothes, and the handsome figure is a little stiff when he hears the call of surprise. Immediately, a faint loneliness lingered around his body, lingering.

"Are you okay these days?"

What is the reason, Chunyuan Lanxu's voice was a little hoarse, and even the once sharp eyes became a little deep, like a deep pool.

The ancient painting fan pursed his lips, blessed his body, and said softly: "It's all good, His Royal Highness Lao Qi is worried." On that day, thank you to His Highness the Seventh for interceding for me. ”

An invisible estrangement has been haunting the two of them since when, and they should have been the most free to talk about and the most familiar with each other. Such an early encounter, so many entanglements, and finally evolved into what it is today, why?

The ancient painting fan looked at the man in front of him, his face was still gorgeous, but it looked a little depressed at the moment.

What is he bothering about? As the most revered Seventh Highness of Cangyang Kingdom, he is also the general king who commands the three armies. As the most favored concubine of the Nine Princesses of Yanyu Country, his life has so many bright spots and shining points. But why is he still like this?

Looking at his face, she had never understood him since he had become the Seventh Highness that everyone admired.

And then you can have a long talk, and the time without mustard has long been wiped out, and there is no way back.

"Are you okay these days?" Gu Huafan muttered, but who was she asking, she was also confused.

Chun Yuan Lan pursed her thin lips, looked at the face of the ancient painting fan, and gently raised her steps to approach her.

The familiar and unfamiliar breath came to his face, and the ancient painting fan reflexively took a step back.

Chun Yuan's blue steps froze, but he still approached her firmly.

His expression was so dark that people couldn't understand it, but the ancient painting fan stopped and stood firmly, no longer retreating.

One step away, Chunyuan Lanxu stopped, looked straight into the depths of the eyes of the ancient painting fan, but lowered his head and sighed softly. After all, we can't be as unscrupulous as ever. Those are also a thing of the past, and with the change of his identity, those are no longer there. (To be continued.) )