Xiao Huan's residence was a remote mansion he found by chance, and the main family moved out early in order to escape the war, which happened to allow Xiao Fan to pick up a good place.

On weekdays, Xiao Huan goes out to buy vegetables, and Yuehua is responsible for cooking, and an ordinary green vegetable can be made by her to look like a dragon playing in the river, and the taste is even more unique.

When she came back from grocery shopping, Xiao Huan walked into the small kitchen, pulled Yuehua out, stuffed a bag of fabric into her hand, turned her head to the side arrogantly, and pretended not to care and said: "The clothes are on sale, I bought you one by the way, you see that you have exchanged these two sets of clothes all day long, and others think that I have treated you badly."

There's no one else here, it's just an excuse for him to give a gift. Yuehua nodded ignorantly, feeling that what the master said was very reasonable.

At dinner, Yuehua changed her clothes and stood at the door hesitating, a faint pink long gauze skirt weft, a rose red brocade jacket, the corners were sewn with snow-white fluff, a pink ribbon was wrapped around the waist, and there was a piece of fine Hetian Meiyu inlaid in the middle of the belt, and the left side wore a piece of high-quality glazed jade pendant hanging around the waist, and a brocade-like ink-colored long hair was pulled into a simple hairpin with a simple mahogany hairpin on the head, which revealed a trace of charm in the cuteness.

This teenage girl has begun to take on the appearance of captivating the country and the city, and in time, she can become a big girl who has fallen into a sinking fish.

That day, Xiao Huan didn't sleep well all night, and the beautiful face of the little apprentice often appeared in his mind.

He had a strange idea, he wanted to hide her after helping her get revenge, and no one would show her, and her beauty belonged to him alone.

It's good that time pauses for a moment.

The white-haired Xiao Huan looked down at the mahogany hairpin in his hand, his eyes were full of nostalgia and pity.

He carefully put the hairpin into his sleeve, looked at the sky and spoke to Feng Qiao, as if he was asking himself, "Yuehua, can she really come back?" This sentence has been hidden in his heart for many years, and now he finally asked, all these years, everything he has done is to one day bring Yuehua's soul back to the world. The death of his beloved was a fact that he could never accept, and later, he began to believe in the theory of ghosts and gods from a poison doctor who believed in the mandate of heaven, he read countless forbidden books on ghosts and gods, visited deserts and snow-capped mountains, and went to the witch tribes who believed in ghosts and gods to learn witchcraft. By chance, he saw a spiritual lamp carved by the ancients in a thousand-year-old tomb, which can gather the souls of the dead and resurrect the souls of the dead. And this gathering lamp has long been excavated by tomb robbers, and it fell into the treasury of the feudal state by mistake.

Therefore, he spared no room to help Feng Qiao, one to avenge Yuehua, and the other to resurrect his beloved.

Obviously, for this question, Feng Qiao can't answer and won't answer.

Can he tell Xiao how small the success rate of the Gathering Spirit Lantern is? If he said that, Xiao Huan was angry and went to find another way, then wouldn't he have lost a right-hand man at a critical moment.

Driven by conscience, he didn't want to tell Xiao Huan to instill a lot of hope, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, he respected this white-haired man, such pure feelings are rare in the complicated world.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven", Feng Qiao left these words and left.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven? Hehehe, but I don't believe in destiny! Yuehua, do you say yes? Xiao Huan rubbed the mahogany hairpin in his palm, and looked at Feng Xiyue on the wooden bed with cold eyes.

"Up"

With an order, Feng Xiyue's limbs stiffened, and she slowly sat up from the wooden bed, her bones and muscles rubbing against each other making a clicking sound. A delicate, lifeless wooden doll sits lifeless on the edge of the bed, beautiful and eerie in the dimly lit medicine furnace.

"Station"

A pair of white Shu brocade embroidered shoes fell lightly to the ground, and the silver bell on the ankle did not make any sound. As the woman stood up stiffly, the jade bells on the corners of her skirt jingled with the movements.

Xiao Huan walked out of the medicine furnace with his hands behind his back, the early summer sun was dazzling, he raised his palm to cover the dazzling sunlight, stood in the sunlight and gave another order to Feng Xiyue. "Come here"

The woman walked over step by step, stumbling over herself in a hurry, and when she reached the door of the medicine stove, she paused slightly, a little afraid of the bright sun.

Her body was injected into the cup king, and insects were afraid of light, and it was common to avoid the sun.

"Come here" ordered again. The woman tentatively stepped into the sun, and in the sunlight, her skin was not so white, but it shone with a translucent blue light, as if it was like winter snow, and she was sickly weak.

A quarter of an hour later, the woman's skin began to turn red, faintly burned by the sun, and her facial expression was still so stiff that she couldn't seem to feel the pain in her body.

"Bell bell bell"

A rapid bell rang, and Feng Xiyue's movements began to speed up, walking flexibly around the locust tree in front of her. Her steps were brisk, sweeping away the stiffness just now, and even more set off the clear sound of the jade bell.

Perfect.

The main hall of the royal palace.

Sui Mo knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Qiao, reporting everything he had prepared.

"The minister watched Ye Lingya open the invitation letter you wrote, and Ye Lingya was not suspicious."

"Hmm"

"The guards dressed as Black Wing and others have been ambushed around the Peach Blossom Abyss, and the ambush is exactly in the same direction as the Liuhe Array you gave."

"Hmm"

Black Wing and the others lurked in Wutong Residence is a hexagram, and when they first appeared, they landed at the same time at an angle of sixty degrees from six directions, so Feng Qiao guessed that the square commonly used by the black-clothed people who protected Huang Yu was the hexagram.

"Eighty elite soldiers are secretly ambushed outside the Peach Blossom Abyss, and there are fifty secret guards inside, all ready to be in place"

No one answered.

Sui Mo quietly raised his head, looked at the master who was in a daze with the white magnolia outside the window, and reminded him loudly, "Lord Wang? Rajah? ”

"Hmm. Well? Feng Qiao came back to his senses.

So you didn't listen to what I just said...... Alas.

"Lord, what else do you command?"

"Just get ready, you go down"

"Yes", Sui Mo got up and walked to the door. Somehow, the prince has been restless lately.

"Wait"

"What does the prince command?"

"How's it going? What's going on in the past two days? ”

"The princess has been a little anorexic recently, and she is very sleepy, Gu Zhiye goes to ask for peace every day, but because of pregnancy, there is nothing serious"

"That's okay, you go down", lethargy won't think about going out, which will make things go more smoothly for him.

That uneasiness came to his heart again, making him uneasy, obviously Huang Yu was there, and he raised a pampered canary, why was he so uneasy?

Maybe he felt guilty about her.

Those who achieve great things, others are just stepping stones, nothing more.

He had to calm himself down, and such a flustered mood would affect his thinking tomorrow.

A black shadow flashed in the sky, Feng Qiao's clothes flew over, a few light steps, and landed steadily on the dense flower attic, and one turned around and entered the room full of flowers.

The red light yarn flutters in the wind, enchanting and charming, seducting people's souls, after dozens of red yarns, a woman is carefully sorting out her makeup in front of the mirror, a thin shirt of surging colors, there are belts on both sides of the placket loosely knotted on the chest, and the remaining double belts hang down at will, dancing in the wind. The hairline is pulled into a three-turn small sideburns, slightly tilted to the right, with a hollow carved crystal hairpin inserted on it, and two roses under the sideburns, and the two strands of sideburns seem to hang down inadvertently, as thin as cicada wings.

This is the top girl matchmaker of Mihua Pavilion, who only sells her art and does not sell herself, and still makes countless noble sons spend a lot of money, just for the Pomeranian to laugh.

It's been five years since Feng Qiao first met her, and she's still here waiting for the person in her heart to come and take her home.

Who said that the woman in the dust has no true feelings, but she is just hidden behind the fireworks and willow lane, and no one cares.

"Who is it?!"

The woman was startled, quickly picked up the robe on the chair and draped it over her body, and stared fiercely at the figure behind the red veil.

"The son is dignified, but he doesn't like to walk through the front door, he just likes to peep at women, it's really human-faced and beast-hearted"

"Matchmaker, it's me", accompanied by Feng Qiao's deep voice, he lifted the layers of thin veils, and his figure gradually became clear.

The matchmaker threw off her robe, sat lazily in front of the dressing table again, stretched out her freshly wiped bright red cardamom nails and replied nonchalantly. "What kind of wind blew the prince here, the prince and the beauty are in his arms, and the matchmaker still thinks you forgot me" The gorgeous dress on her body is not as bright as herself, and the black eyes are not easy to detect the temptation and charm flowing, the darkness has been stopped in the eyes, and she is so beautiful that she is close to the demon. The delicate willow eyebrows are curved, natural, and exist at the angle of a smile. "The prince is not a person who lacks this money, every time he comes in through the window, I don't know if the princess really doesn't know that the princess has this kind of habit," the matchmaker covered her mouth and teased.

Feng Qiao waved his robe and let her tease, he walked to the peach wood table and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

The bitter taste of tea made him frown slightly, she still liked bitterness as much as before.

"If you can't eat grapes, you say grapes are sour"

"What?"

"The person you are waiting for is delayed, so you can't see the love of other people's husband and wife, and you have to be sarcastic to hide your envy with your sharp teeth, and you have to get a quick mouth to make yourself feel at ease."

"You!"

"Huh?" , Feng Qiao raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman opposite with slanted phoenix eyes, and said casually like her: "Isn't it right?" ”

The matchmaker was told that her heart was broken, and her face was flushed with anger, so she turned her head and ignored him and continued to make up.

"Matchmaker, play me a song of lovesickness", Feng Qiao put away his posture and said seriously, with a little loss in his voice.

The matchmaker knew that he had something on his mind, so she picked up the moon qin, plucked it a few times, and the strings made a pleasant dingdong sound. The sound of the piano sounded slowly, accompanied by the woman's beautiful voice, and a song of lovesickness began.

A sound of the piano surrounds the jungle,

The heart trembled, and the sound was like the roar of the pine wind

It is like a spring flowing in a hurry

The haggard piano soul roams the life of his life

It's hard to look back, the years have passed, and people have been left behind

The young green silk has turned white and bitter in an instant

There are no relatives and friends, wind and rain and mud

How to endure the ups and downs of honor and disgrace without complaints, especially the ups and downs of honor and disgrace without complaints

Only this string is dissociated, and sorrow is always accompanied by morning and dusk

Bitterness and joy always stay together

Gradually, it overflowed like a tidal wave, filling every space in the examination room. In the sound of the piano, there seems to be a white elf dancing with the wind, dancing sadly and sadly; It is as if there are dazzling roses that bloom one after another, and finally turn into mud and dust.