"This is something that is tightly held in Ping'er's hand, I am afraid that people will find out, so I can take it out first, and then the person called Ping'er to carry Ping'er away."

In the palm of Liufu's hand, there is a white and flawless handkerchief lying quietly, and a poem is embroidered on the handkerchief: If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

This poem could not have appeared in this era, and this glance is already clear of the embroidery, this authentic modern simplified font,......

When the whole handkerchief was presented in front of the ancient painting fan, she only felt a little confused.

This is embroidered by her own hands!

Piao Wu was taken aback when she saw this handkerchief, and then said in a trembling voice: "Fan'er, why is this embroiderer so familiar......

How can you not be familiar? The two of us have been together for three years, and we are very familiar with each other's living habits and all methods. Fluttering, how can you not see that this is my hand?

The ancient painting fan grabbed the handkerchief, but he stumbled a step, and then strode out.

Piao Wu was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Fan'er, where are you going!" ”

"Sister Fan'er!" Luofu's face also changed abruptly.

The two were about to follow, but they heard the ancient painting fan say in a deep voice: "Don't follow!" ”

Then her figure disappeared around the corner.

Liufu and Piao Wu glanced at each other, and their eyes were worried, but they no longer followed.

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The wind is cool, blowing on the face through the skin, but the heart is cold, only in this way keep running, looking for hope on the road, there is always some hope.

The vast plains are not inhabited. All the fighting was concentrated on the distant mountain, what was the scene there at the moment?

Holding the handkerchief tightly in his hand, the ancient painting fan felt that this seemingly distant and boundless plain seemed to be extremely narrow at the moment, and it had reached the end before it began.

It is not a steep mountain, so you can walk leisurely even on horseback. Today, however, is not destined to be leisurely.

As soon as you walk up the mountain, you can already see the hunting traces of horses galloping past, and the ancient painting fan walks quietly, paying attention to the movement around.

But her heart was strongly blocking her steps, but her brain firmly controlled her steps and moved forward step by step.

After walking for a while, you can already hear the sound of horses galloping all around, and there are not many people on this mountain. Five princes, each with a personal guard. There are only ten people. Now with her, it's eleven.

It's a lot of work to find.

The ancient painting fan walked slowly, a mess in the center of his brain, but he still walked and found it unswervingly.

Every time the sound of horses stomping, the ancient painting fan will carefully observe, and if it is not the person he is looking for, he will avoid it from a distance.

Suddenly, figures flickered in the woods in front of them, and then voices rang out.

"Huh? Seventh brother! I just saw him here! How to blink and disappear. Even the sixth brother ran away and disappeared! Chunyuan Lan Qing muttered softly.

"How long has it been since you caught two rabbits, and the sixth and seventh brothers are probably already fully loaded!" Chunyuan Lanyu opened his eyes with a big peach blossom luck and glanced at Chunyuan Lanqing.

Chunyuan Lanqing glanced at him, then at his prey, and then said clearly: "You still laugh at me!" Fifth brother, how many prey do you have! ”

Next to Chunyuan Lanyu, two pheasants, a rabbit, that's all.

"It's always more than yours!" Chunyuan Lanyu's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he obviously didn't care much.

Chunyuan Lanqing snorted, but continued to fight the horse and look for it.

Chunyuan Lanyu looked at him and felt bored, pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, and said in a clear voice: "I'll go find the fourth brother, you go around slowly by yourself!" ”

Chunyuan Lanqing snorted and walked by herself.

Seeing that the two of them had gradually walked away, the ancient painting fan slowly walked out of the big tree, looked at the direction of Chunyuan Lanqing and sighed softly.

I continued to look for it, and I didn't miss the scenery along the way for a moment.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and two people quickly beat their horses to come, and the sound of people arrived.

"Your Highness Six!"

When the ancient painting fan heard this, he turned his head suddenly, but he saw two men dressed as guards.

Look left and right, and see not the man of their mouth.

The two guards saw the ancient painting fan at first glance, and even if they knew that they had recognized the wrong person, and they had also seen the ancient painting fan, it was a little strange that it appeared here, so they immediately opened their mouths and said clearly: "Painting fan girl, why are you here!" ”

When the ancient painting fan heard this, he nodded slightly, and said softly: "I have nothing to do, so I went out to walk around, but I accidentally disturbed you." Excuse me! ”

Seeing her natural expression, the two of them didn't hide anything, and when they remembered the position of this ancient painting fan in Emperor Chunyuan's heart, they also felt that she would not have any bad intentions.

"There are many wild beasts in this mountain, and it is really not safe for the girl to paint a fan by herself. Let's leave early! So as not to hurt Sister Fan'er by mistake. A white-faced guard said softly.

The ancient painting fan smiled lightly and said, "I have my own measure, and I am worried about Brother Lao's guard!" ”

Speaking of this, the two guards didn't say much, only a few words of advice, and then they left on horseback.

Seeing the two leaving, the ancient painting fan smiled lightly, and pursed his thin lips. The fingers holding the handkerchief in his hand clenched tightly. Slowly turning his head to look at the person who was already standing behind him.

Dressed in white, the elegance is peerless. Who is it if it's not Chunyuan Lanmu?

"It's not very stable in this mountain, there are often wild beasts, you better be careful, and leave quickly." Chunyuan Lan Mu said softly.

"Leave? I walked here on foot from my lodgings to get out as soon as possible. I'll leave, just until I'm done. The ancient painting fan said clearly. Step by step, he walked towards Chunyuan Lan Mu.

Chunyuan Lan Mu stood still, looking straight at the face of the ancient painting fan, unfazed.

"Did you kill someone?" The ancient painting fan asked straightly.

Chunyuan Lan frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

"Isn't it? Just a few days after I left the palace, you killed Ping'er, didn't you—" The ancient painting fan pressed forward step by step, and said bluntly.

Chunyuan Lan Mu frowned, and covered her shoulders with an ancient painting fan that trembled a little, looking at her suspicious eyes and dark eyes. The bones of the plain hands clenched tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Why, am I such a person in your heart now?" If so, then you still come and ask me what I have done, I have already been condemned to death by you, and whatever I do, it is wrong. Ancient painting fan, do you know how ruthless you are? ”

When the words fell, the ancient painting fan only felt that his heart was a little disordered and painful, and looked straight at his dark eyes. The blood-stained sword that had been discarded that night, the blood that slipped from his neck, once again filled his entire brain.

It's like a heartbeat.

"What about this? Ping'er was holding a handkerchief stiffly. I embroidered it, and it's what was left over from that time when you bandaged your wounds. Shouldn't it be in your hands? Why did it stay in the hands of the dead Ping'er? The ancient painting fan trembled and stretched out his fingers, and on the palm of his hand lay quietly the white handkerchief, white dazzling, white sadness. (To be continued.) )