Sunset. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

An orange sunset shrouded the surroundings of the fiery red dress.

Ahead are dark mountains, which are bright and clear in the glow. The sun is slowly setting, and the sky is changing colors.

A girl in a white dress stood not far behind her, staring at her.

The light black skin has a different color in the sunset, and the fiery red skirt is swaying on the ground, matching it on her body, but it is not abrupt. The black and white hair is naturally staggered, and the amber eyes are shining, but there is no expression on the face. Her hands were naturally hanging down, but her right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and even the heartbell was tightly embedded in her palm.

Niu'er looked at her from afar, feeling a suffocating ghost surrounding her. Although Ruozi is not a country and a city, the addictive and mysterious aura she exudes makes people reluctant to take their eyes off.

The white skirt swayed in the evening breeze, and the girl looked at it from a distance for a long time, and her mind was blank. I just feel that after getting along with Ruozi for a long time, I will be attracted to her, and I will gradually become addicted to the mysterious aura on her body, deeply.

The sky was getting dark, and the moon was rising, and the half-stringed moon, and the stars in the sky, one by two...... In the end, there were too many to count, and he winked at the people in the world bewilderingly.

When the night breeze blew, Niu'er shuddered, and her white skirt shook violently with the night wind, and Niu'er also woke up.

He shook his head with a wry smile, feeling that he was thinking too much abruptly.

Niu'er walked up to her softly and called her in a low voice, but Ruozi didn't hear it. Niu'er got closer to her, only to find that her bright eyes were out of focus, and there was nothing in her bright eyes. There is some indifference in his eyes, just one glance, which makes people feel that they are in a thousand-year-old cold pool.

Niu Er gently pulled her hand and found that her hand was cold. As soon as he touched her, he shrank back raw, only to feel his whole body stiffen.

"Wakako."

She raised her voice to call her, and half-loudly, Wakako came back to her senses and looked at her. In an instant, Ruozi's eyes had a temperature, and it was only a moment of time, which made Niu'er have an illusion, as if Ruozi's eyes just now did not belong to her, as if she and she were two people just now.

Niu'er shook her head heavily, and Ruozi looked at her, puzzled.

"What's wrong, girl?"

Ruozi smiled lightly and looked at her.

"It's okay, the night wind is blowing, and it's a little cold."

Niu'er smirked, pretending to hold her forehead with her hand, and Ruozi looked at it.

"Niu'er, let's go back!"

The flaming red skirt hugged the white skirt and slowly disappeared into the night.

The man in the shadows, the ribbon on his head dancing gently in the wind, saw the fiery red dress disappear from his sight, and he turned back. In an instant, he vanished, as if he had never existed.

Only the smile on the corner of his lips remained.

For half a month, the son just accompanied his wife Manxin to drink and play the piano and write poems, and the injury on Manxin's face was generally healed. The veil was lifted, and Xiu Lingzi stood in the attic opposite and watched, his face expressionless.

He guessed correctly, Manxin should be Niu'er's dead sister. Just, why is she here? And why are you with this mysterious son? Since their relationship is so good, why would Manxin be poisonous again?

Xiu Lingzi leaned against the window, unable to figure out how to think about it.

I had to look up helplessly, looking at the deep sky, and smiled helplessly, and the smile was fixed on the corner of that beautiful lip.

King Zhao's Mansion has lost the vitality of the past, and it is quieter and frighteningly quieter than before Ruozi came.

Li Sheng sat in the flower hall in a casual dress and drank alone, and his left wing flew to the side, so he had to keep pouring wine for him, not daring to make any sound. One cup after another, as if a thousand cups are not drunk.

The princess walked in, and Prince Zhao was already a little delirious.

The princess sat down, poured herself a small glass of wine, and clinked glasses with the prince. He stared at the wine glass for a long time, and muttered, "Lord, let the concubine drink with you!"

The candle shadows flickered in the room, and the princess waved her hand and signaled the left wingspan to retreat. The left wing saluted, turned and turned on the lamp, saluted the princess again, and went out and closed the door.

Inside, quieter than outside.

The princess drank three glasses by herself, and was already a little drunk, so she reached out to put her hand on the prince's hand and said to him gently: "Prince, don't do this!"

The head that had fallen on the table slowly stood up and looked at her.

"Ruoko, you're finally back!"

The princess stiffened, sat there, motionless, her eyes were very cold, very cold.

The prince stretched out his hand, put it on her hand, and called softly: "Ruozi ......"

The princess didn't have time to stretch out her hand, but she was in the hands of the prince, and her hands were warm.

Suddenly, Prince Zhao withdrew his hand, the speed was very fast, and the princess was stunned, not knowing why.

Prince Zhao shook his head desperately, muttering to himself.

"You're not her, you're not her......"

He staggered to his feet, regretting that he had drunk too much wine and held the wrong hand.

The center of gravity was unstable and almost fell, but the princess stood up violently, supported him, and said with concern: "Lord, be careful!"

Prince Zhao suddenly woke up more than half of his wine, the stool fell aside, the table that had been hit shook a little, and several cups fell to the ground and suddenly fell to pieces.

Prince Zhao glanced at it, ignored it, straightened his clothes, and said lightly: "Ruozi's hands are cold all year round, but her heart is always warm."

Prince Zhao said and smiled, turned his head to look at her, and the princess had a cold face.

"Hengying, you can't compare with her!"

Zhao Wang Ye looked at her with a smile, but his gaze fell on the inscription behind her.

The princess didn't say a word, her face was cold, but she could only accompany her smiling face.

"Lord Wang, it's getting late, let's rest early!"

The princess stepped back, stunned at the door, clenched her fists, and felt pain from her fingers to the heart.

Prince Zhao sat down and looked at the happy bean on the bamboo shelf, which had grown luxuriantly, and its thin and long leaves were spreading.

I poured a glass of wine alone, drank it quietly, and suddenly, put down the glass and walked out.

On the sixteenth day, the son on the opposite side had already packed his luggage.

At dawn, the group walked out of the room.

Xiu Lingzi watched in the shadows, and the lights on the corridor were clearly extinguished, reflecting on Manxin's face. Her poison has been cured, and the injury on her face is not too obvious, and she can't see it if you don't look closely.

Xiu Lingzi thought to himself: "What kind of antidote can you use?"

Xiu Lingzi grabbed his sword and followed closely.

Ruozi sat in the inn, facing the cool window, stroking the piano.

You'er stood beside her, and Niu'er sat on her left, listening attentively.

The bamboo shadow swayed outside the window, as if someone had come, and Niu'er walked up, but she didn't see anything.

You'er stood in front of the window and looked far away.

"You'er, you're homesick!"

Wakako walked over and was next to her.

Yu'er nodded.

Xiu Lingzi and Ruozi and their party went on the road separately. (To be continued.) )