Picking up the fluffy bud, he was about to take the handkerchief handed by the maid and wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, I don't know if it was because Mochizuki City was too hot during the day, or because the four seasons of the Phantom Sword Pavilion made the eighth sister's body a little afraid of heat, and she would sweat when she practiced dancing.

"Let me do it!"

Green Ji took the handkerchief smoked with osmanthus essence, Tencel Yunjin, in Mochizuki City, only the city lord and the young city lord can use, the legend is that there is a horse of tencel in the millennium, the treasure that everyone in Mochizuki City knows, I can't imagine that the young city lord will take it to the eighth sister like this, she once hinted that she wants a juan, and treasure it as a treasure, but he said: to understand his identity. Forced her not to speak, but now she is used to wipe the sweat of the little girl in front of her every day, the slender palm holding the handkerchief is clenched tightly, a little trembling, a voice swirls in her head, the young city lord ordered to block the marriage of the Illusory Sword Pavilion Jun Qisang a few days ago, but there has been no happy event in these four seas and eight desolations for many years, even if it is low-key, it will spread all over the three realms, six realms, and eight desolations, but the young city lord has long ordered not to let anyone in the mansion talk about it, because I am afraid that the eighth sister will know!

He is so protective of Zhou Quan's eighth sister, Lu Ji is even more uncomfortable in her heart, and the flowers that bloom in her heart are changing color and sour......

"Master Midorihime, what's wrong with you......" The eighth sister took Midorihime's delicate and slender hand that trembled slightly, wanting to take the Tencel Yunjin in her hand.

Lu Ji hurriedly put away her sourness, changed her previous smiling face, and softly stretched out her other hand, holding the eighth sister's rubbing, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about why the young city lord didn't accompany you to practice dancing today." ”

"Yes! If I haven't seen it today, I haven't even seen Xiao Jiu, so I might have something to do! ”

"Well, there's something! I heard that I went to the Phantom Sword Pavilion to drink happy wine! Otherwise, I won't come to practice dancing with you, the young city lord is not ordinary to you. As he spoke, he wiped his sweat for the eighth sister, and looked at the eighth sister's face with the corner of his eye.

The little face turned from ruddy to white in an instant, pale as if the blood had been drained in an instant, and the pale was terrifying.

"Eighth sister, are you okay?"

"Hmmm! …… It's okay, I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest. ”

"That! Well, I'll send you back! Green Ji stretched out her hand to help the eighth sister, but was cleverly dodged by the eighth sister, she just wanted to be alone and quiet now.

"Don't bother Master Green Hime, I'll go back by myself and say goodbye......" He simply saluted and left quickly.

Midori looked at the panicked petite back, but she didn't show a victorious smile, she had always been envious and jealous of her, jealous that the young city lord had all his thoughts on her, and even a little hateful.

But the moment she turned around just now, her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't bear to flow out, how could her heart not be sad and uncomfortable, they turned out to be people who were sick and sympathetic. I felt a little cruel in my heart, and I regretted telling her.

How to feel powerless, the eighth sister now really understands, during this period of Feng Ruohan's care and meticulous care, she thought that she could forget if she didn't mention it, she didn't want to, and used dance practice to numb herself every day, so that she could forget the fragrant sycamore flowers in the garden, warm as a small courtyard bathed in the warm sun.

It turned out that she couldn't forget that the wound on her heart did not heal with the healing, and it hurt when she touched it slightly, and she tore the wound that she originally wanted to grow.

Pinch a decision to invite Xiangyun at will, or a few years ago, after learning Edgeworth, the seventh brother ordered someone to bring it, saying that driving the clouds is more comfortable than the sword, the eighth sister leaned on the clouds softly, let the auspicious clouds float by themselves, and she didn't know where to go.

The boundless pitch-black screen, hung with dots of light, an auspicious cloud is flying around the sea, an island in the middle of the sea, the fairy aura is swirling, auspicious clouds are blooming, and the purple auspicious rui is shrouded in the sky over the entire island.

The eighth sister, who had been hovering in the clouds for two hours, finally couldn't hold back, and looked at the fragrant sycamore courtyard, the purple auspiciousness covered the entire island, and also covered the sycamore courtyard, which was not real.

I had to jump off the cloud head and come in smoothly, and the original canopy-like enchantment was also removed, no wonder the purple auspicious rui could float in mid-air.

Along the way, she felt so familiar and so strange everywhere.

All the way around the disciples of the Phantom Sword Pavilion, he unconsciously walked into the candlelit courtyard and hid in the corner of the candlelight window.

This is the wedding room of the master and the snow feather fairy, the red candles are bright, the light is overflowing with happiness, the house is full of red silk incense, the big red happy words, the big red lanterns, the people inside are happy! The entire Phantom Sword Pavilion was happy and happy, and she was the only one who ......

The red candle printed a person's shadow, the hair was scattered, and the imprint on the window became a big figure, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, the eighth sister reached out and touched the shadow on the window, she thought it should be the master's! On the wedding night, it's not who else he can have, the eyes, nose, long eyelashes, and the cold (xing) lips, these can only be distinguished in the memory of the eighth sister, the shadow.

"Master, do you know that the eighth sister is back, and the eighth sister is leaving, do you know?"

"No, you shouldn't know, you haven't been back to the Wutong Courtyard! You really don't want the eighth sister anymore, but am I really wrong? ”

"Hehehe...... Yes! The eighth sister is just a wild girl you picked up outside, she is spurned by the world, killed her relatives, and is disliked, how can you be reluctant! ”……

The soft voice of the Snow Feather Fairy as hot glutinous rice floated out of the room, hitting the heart: "Husband, it's getting late, let's rest early!" ”

"Hmm!"

It was the master's voice, his voice was so familiar, although there was only one word, but the eighth sister could also hear that it was the master's voice, as low as ever, with a mesmerizing magnetism.

The eighth sister covered her heart in pain, looked up at the dark screen covered by purple auspiciousness, blinked her eyes, forced herself to shed tears when she went back, and walked towards the Wutong courtyard.

Sycamore Courtyard, an hour ago.

Jun Qisang looked up at the flowers blooming luxuriantly, the heavy bending branches of the sycamore flowers, the breeze blows, with the wind in a circle and scattered, stretching out a long joint finger to catch a scattered sycamore flower, carefully examined, purple red, this is not the season of sycamore flowers, why bloom so well, so heavy, so charming.