Tianyin City, Fang Mansion.

The pale moonlight is like shallow flowing water, slowly flowing down from the sky. The midnight moon is the pen of autumn dew, the thick frost blooms, and the Tianyin City dyed by a pen is a silent beauty wrapped in a light veil, and it is a flower that blooms in the fog.

The moonlight turned through the vermilion carved window, and flowed softly on the light purple petals of the Qingxin orchid. The long branches circled along the edge of the window, and the faint fragrance of pure heart orchid added a bit of tranquility to the silent night, but it did not make the little girl on the bed rest.

Fang Jianxin reclined on the jade bed. In the moonlight, like a delicate and fragile glass doll, her pale face was full of powerlessness and weakness, and a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes should have been proud and noble, but at this time, it seemed to be out of focus, big and godless, full of panic and uneasiness. Locks of hair wet with cold sweat scattered on the cyan jade pillow, and thin shadows were long pulled up in the moonlight, as if only a gust of wind would dissipate like that light smoke.

After a long time, the little girl who came to her senses swept her eyes inch by inch almost greedily across the vermilion carved window, swept over the lilac Qingxin orchid with a light fragrance on the windowsill, and swept over her little hands and feet like white jade, for fear that everything she saw in front of her was just a beautiful dream.

Carefully, as if gently holding up a ball of fragile foam in the wind, I lifted the quilt, put on my pajamas, and walked barefoot to the window. The wind of the autumn night is still a little cool, the light purple of Qingxinlan is still silently pouring out the fragrance, the silver moonlight is sprinkled on the white nightdress, the little girl stretches out her hand slightly, caressing the light purple of Qingxinlan, and finally believes that she is really back. He came back from the mouth of the wind wolf who was surrounded by the Seven Star Valley, and came back from when his sister Fang Qing was engaged to her sweetheart, Yun Sheng, the young master of the Yun family. returned to when he was five years old, and returned to the home that carried a lot of sorrows and joys for him.

She still remembers her father, who seems to be affectionate, but is actually ruthless, remembers her mother, and remembers her sister and that person.

He remembered the promise made by his mother when she suddenly came to find him on the eve of their marriage. I remember the evening of the next day, the bad news of the fall of my mother and the wedding dress of my sister Fang Qing, which was as bright as blood. The fiery color seemed to burn in his heart, and the news of his mother's fall deeply stripped away his last reason. That day, she broke into her father's study and used her remaining strength to ask her father what happened to her mother.

"Hearsay!" On that day, my father, who had always loved him, did not have a trace of warmth in his eyes, so he only coldly threw down a sentence and sent the guards to escort him back to the rain garden, and then went to the front hall to talk and laugh with the guests.

Congratulations and rejoicing, like a sharp knife scraping through the heart little by little; Red candles and ribbons burn like flames on the chest. I can't tell whether it's sadness or pain, disappointment or resentment, I just feel that the night is so long, and I am so powerless. In the face of interests, feelings can be so weak, and in the face of strength, love and hate can be so pale.

Then, eager to improve his strength, he went to the Seven Star Valley under the persuasion of the maid Xiaomei, and then encountered the siege of the second-order wind wolf. Now that I think about it, how could this be a coincidence? Zisu, Fang Qing, and Xiaomei must have set a trap a long time ago, waiting for themselves to jump in silly! Fortunately, God had mercy, and they could never have imagined that they would have the opportunity to start all over again. In this life, I will definitely protect my mother and cultivate well.

Come to think of it, at this time, he and Fang Qing had not yet entered the Tianyin Pavilion, and Ye Xinlan should have been in the Qinghuang Secret Realm for nearly two years. It won't come out until four years later. Things have just begun, and I still have a chance. Fang Jianxin calmed down and returned to the bed.

The moonlight is like water, and the night is still very long.