"Hmm" Nangong Luojing hurriedly reached out and wanted to grab the soft and light white yarn, but the moment he stretched out his hand, the wind blowing behind him seemed to be getting more and more violent, and the hair scattered on his shoulders either brushed the woman's white neck, or swept through the woman's ears and temples with the wind, drawing a perfect arc in the air, or wrapping around the woman's slender waist.

"Princess" the clear voice called out softly, with a hint of doubt, just looked at the woman in front of her silver hair or entangled or flying beauty in a trance, until the silver silk raised, disappeared in front of the eyes before coming back to her senses, turned around, only to see that the woman had taken light steps to follow the light silk flying with the wind.

Nangong Luojing lifted the skirt that touched the ground with one hand, and looked indifferently at the light yarn that went away with the wind.

I faintly heard Yan'er's voice calling for herself, and she just laughed lightly, her eyes still fell on the light veil, ignoring all the voices around her, just staring at the light veil that was swaying in the wind.

I was a little envious of the light yarn in my heart.

Free, unrestrained, so arbitrary, so comfortable

But when she left this palace, she was about to step into a greater palace than this, where lived the man she thought about and thought about all the time, and perhaps it was destined that she would be the canary who had lost her freedom in this life, and that it was the dazzling and luxurious palace that imprisoned her life of freedom.

Nangong Luojing, Nangong Luojing, what are you hesitating about

The thought stopped here, the woman shook her head, chuckled, the blurred eyes just now gradually converged, the place where the eyes were locked on the light yarn has long been gone, and then lowered her eyes, it was after a gorgeous solo dance just now, it was already silently floating on the ground, and there were a few more people next to the light yarn, Nangong Luojing raised his eyes, only to see that what fell into his eyes was the sword eyebrows into the sideburns, and his eyes were a little cold, and then he fixed his eyes and saw that it was Murong He, the first general of Xiling.

"Princess" Nangong Luo Jing just wanted to go forward, but she was called by Yan'er and stopped her steps, and when the footsteps behind her were closer, she slowly walked forward.

"Murong and the princess" The voice was low and slightly hoarse, with respect in indifference, and the few people behind him also followed their general and bowed to the beautiful woman in front of them.

The guards behind him heard Murong He's words, and they had a sense of sudden realization, it turned out that this woman was the third princess of the country, the rumored first beauty of the country, and when she saw it today, she was really amazing.

"General Murong, such a coincidence" As soon as the words fell, a faint smile that could not be hidden on the woman's magnificent lips loomed, and the soft light shone on the woman's face, making the woman's face look more feminine at this moment.

The soft voice does not have the posture of a princess, and there is a sense of closeness.

"Hmm," Murong replied indifferently.

The several guards who followed behind looked at each other, and then they all peeked at their general, thinking, when they saw the woman standing here at the end of the corridor, they and the general who was explaining their affairs ridiculed this palace and such a beautiful and moving person, it was Murong He with a cold face, and when he saw the woman strolling through the corridor, his cold face actually decreased a little, and at this moment, how could he return to the coldness just now, no, it seems to be a little colder than just now.

A cold reply made Nangong Luojing's heart a little colder, and when she saw him just now, what flashed in her heart was the scene when he saved her. Although the night was like ink, and she was also unconscious when he appeared, she couldn't forget the moment she woke up, where her eyes fell, he was full of brilliance, maybe the golden warm sun made her have an illusion, and the feeling that her heart was beating for that scene in a haze was still in her heart at this moment.

When she saw him again, it was at the dinner party, and she was surprised to see him again, and she was surprised that he was actually the first general of Xiling.

It's fate, I thought I would never see this man who saved his life again, but after going around, he appeared in front of him as a messenger.

Twice, both times she wanted to thank him for saving his life, but it was out of place.

If I meet him again today, it should be a chance for God to give her a chance to thank him

Lowered his eyes and shook his mind for a while, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of the snow-white light yarn, and the helpless color enveloped his heart, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, and secretly said in his heart, he actually looked at it and picked it up, and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but in the next moment, the slender hand touched a pair of slender and clean palms, and saw that the hand had picked up the light yarn one step earlier than her.

Nangong Luojing raised his eyes, and the eyes of the man in front of him were slightly cold, but they seemed to be a little soft, it was an illusion, and he smiled lightly.

She straightened up and looked at the hand he stretched out to her, Yan'er saw Murong He handing over the light yarn, and just wanted to step forward to take it, but saw that Nangong Luojing had already stretched out his hand to take the light yarn.

Looking at the soft wattle stretched out by the woman, the changes in Murong He's heart, the changes in his heart that he desperately suppressed, still ran out secretly.

On a dark and windy night, if it weren't for the military order, he Murong He would not have hurried overnight, let alone inadvertently save "him" in the hands of bandits.

After placing their master and servant in the farmhouse, he wanted to leave, but when he saw the comfort of "him" lying quietly in the humble room, he realized that the person he had rescued looked like a woman, and just as he was observing "his" sleeping appearance: "he" actually dreamed softly, and was a little curious about the words in "his" mouth, so he slowly walked to "him", and when he saw "his" jade-like face, what he saw was a teardrop that was falling down, white and red cheeks, and a slight frown between his eyebrows , seems to have boundless suffering, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth seems to be instinctively free.

I want to cry, but I endure it, what kind of sourness is this.

"Him" made him feel a little distressed.

When such a thought popped up in his heart, it really made him panic: "He" is a man

When he stood by the window with his thoughts: "He" also woke up, a few words, covering the panic in his heart, Mo Li's urging made him relieved, but there was a trace of reluctance when he said goodbye, when he stepped out of the farmhouse, a sneer came out of his face, and a trace of melancholy in his heart was carried away.

He always thought that "he" and him could not meet again, just passers-by, how many passers-by in life, not many of them

When I saw "him" again: "he" was dressed in women's clothes, they called her "princess", it turned out that she was a woman, and she was also the third princess of the country, and the princess who was praised as a peerless princess knew this, and an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart surged up.

He knew that he had an inexplicable emotion for her, surging in his heart, but he didn't understand what kind of affection it was after all