"Beauty, show the master." Mo Yijing said, tiptoeing her chin with her fingers.

Ye Feng stopped in surprise.

Mo Yijing took a step back and said, "Just kidding!"

Inside the two wooden barrels, immersed in the moonlight, sinking into the girl's beautiful and slender legs, the smart eyes, heavy as ink. Pull down the night, the night is silent and dark, the barrel is sparkling, as if it is located at the bottom of the pool, and suddenly the heart of the leaf wind stops seems to have fallen from heaven to the bottom, she still can't resist a "love" word after all, the eyebrows are all worried, the bridge of the nose is flat and the boat is also loaded, and the eyes are full of frost, she hugged her body tightly, the wind blew a few hairs behind the pinna, and her heart was so fragile that it could be broken when she touched it.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yijing looked at her face.

"It's fine." Ye Feng stopped and turned to her, the back of his hand stirred up a splash, quietly wiped away his tears, and his leg touched the wall of the barrel, black and green.

Tears glistened in her eyes, why didn't she get the love of others?

Now she doesn't love anyone anymore, all she likes is this feeling of being loved, she has changed, and for a moment she doesn't know herself, as if she is in a dream.

Mo Yijing looked at her sad and long-browled appearance, and thought, wasn't it okay on the way back just now? What's going on? Mo Yijing's eyes rolled and he thought.

By this time they were all dressed and ready to go to sleep.

There was silence, and the faint light on the candlestick reflected the pale face.

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng stopped looking at Mo Yijing, who was suddenly approaching, and his breath was stunned.

Mo Yijing threw it back and said, "I've been seeing you frowning......"

Ye Feng stopped to cover up, lay down suddenly, twisted his face to the side, the wind was silent, and said, "It's nothing."

Mo Yijing kept her eyes on her until she fell asleep.

There was a loud bang in the head of the "bang", and Ye Feng got up suddenly.

The sun was shining, the leaves were rustling, and it turned out to be pouring water. She looked over from afar, and Dumping Water was kicking the dam sideways...... And Mo Yijing next to him was still asleep.

Anyway, she couldn't sleep, so she got up, put on her clothes, and walked over there with her sword. This is an open attic, the summer breeze flows, every move in it, pouring water can be seen clearly, Ye Feng paused, smeared grease and twisted powder, about half an hour before stepping out of the room, staying to tinker with this for a while, and then frowning and sitting down nervously, thinking deeply about what......

However, he is ready to ...... But my heart still hurts. He frowned, looked at Chen Jiuxiao, and held the ball in his hand.

"Pour water, do you really plan to do that...... Let it go?" Chen Jiuxiao asked.

"Well, why not?" poured water and said freely, but his heart trickled down a tear, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

The more I forget, the more I think about it, the more I part, the more melancholy, the more hesitating, and the more sad I feel.

Obviously pretending to be relaxed, but it is vulnerable, and the burden is piled up.

He wants to let go, he wants to forget little by little, forget her, bang bang...... The sound of bowing, the sound is ear-catching, and the frown is depressed until it stretches.

Ye Feng stopped wearing a chest-length Confucian skirt with green water trickle, which made Shui Ran remember this poem - when he sat on the ribbon of the cloth, the skirt swept off the plum, he couldn't help but stare at her, but when she came, he actually said those words, "Hehe......" He chuckled, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said: "Where is the mandarin duck embroidery ribbon, who is the peacock shirt?"

His words and tone are all sarcastic about her, which is in line with her watery Yang Hua's character.

Her eyes and his tiger wolf gaze passed in an instant, wishing she would never know this person again, but how could it be...... When that flash of thought passed through her heart, her heart dripped a bloodstain, full of sores, and she said those heartless words, which were against her own heart, she would rather be killed by lightning than suffer this torture, she didn't want to, she didn't want to, she didn't want to! Don't want to! She shook her head vigorously, this is something she is unwilling to do, even if she faces the facts, she will be sad and sad to say these words corresponding to the situation, she still can't bear it - stacked green flowers, heavy clouds, all left are mayflies, all are empty.

"Good-looking skin...... Chen Jiuxiao wiped his eyes.

"Hmm." Pour water and coldly echoed.

Chen Jiuxiao turned his head, surprised, the moment he took out his mouth, he was still worried about whether he would be cut by a thousand knives!

Before I knew it, I had been in a state of confusion.

Ye Feng's martial arts skills have dropped greatly, which she expected, but she didn't expect, she didn't expect to retreat so far. Now, she was no different from a mayfly, insignificant, barely breathing. Mo Yijing looked at Ye Feng's appearance as if he had changed his face, he didn't have his previous delicate face, and became extremely simple and unrepresented, she asked, "Why don't you wear those beautiful dresses before?" What a pity! ”

Ye Feng stopped describing the witheredness, smelled the prestige, lowered his eyes and thought, not to mention these gorgeous clothes, even the fat powder and honey cream, she didn't have any hands stained.

Ye Feng stopped and asked, "How long has it been?"

Mo Yijing sharpened her sword on the whetstone over and over again, her hand was already calloused, and she blurted out, "It's been two days."

"I thought it had been two months." Ye Feng stopped and wiped his eyebrows.

Ye Fengzhi didn't continue to ask, she was thinking - there seemed to be nothing to think about now.

Between them, there were no waves, no turns, no sparks to rub them, pouring water, together with Wu Wuqing, they were far away from her.

Now, she only has Mo Yijing by her side, a companion who accompanies her, and as long as there is no gap between them, she is satisfied.

"Eh, I really forgot about it!" Mo Yijing stopped his movements and looked at Ye Fengzhu in surprise, his eyes widening as if he were surprised.

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng stopped asking.

"Today is your birthday......" Mo Yijing said.

"Oh......" Ye Feng stopped and looked at Mo Yijing suddenly.

This year, in a blink of an eye, she will turn nineteen years old, and the four years since she left the palace are neither long nor short. Two weeks ago, she also told Mo Yijing that if Mo Yijing hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten about it.

"You're stupid, hehe!" Mo Yijing smiled, touching her soft nose with her fingers, and in an instant, Ye Feng's nose was sour, and he saw Guanglan in a trance.

In the afternoon, after the training...... As boring and boring as ever, every step taken in life in the future seems to be meaningless, a thing of the past, and will be sealed in the dust. She was an optimistic person, but since then, she has not been able to raise her self-confidence, she has not been able to take steps, her motivation has been obscured by the fog, there is no lighthouse to show her direction, and the person she was looking for in the first place has blurred his face.

Ye Feng was stunned for a long time before he was awakened by Mo Yijing's shoulder pat.

Ye Feng stopped smiling and said to her, "Surprise me!"

His face was very cheerful...... In an instant, it is a sour taste.

"Haha......" A man's laughter came, in the vast sky, under the shade of green trees. The leader is still the second son of the Dump - Dumping Shui Ran, one after the other, it is Chen Jiuxiao, and Chen Qingshan, on the surface it is a righteous brother, but in essence it is just a fox friend and a dog friend, Ye Feng stopped and glanced at the past, and thought to himself. His clothes are moving, but he can no longer touch her heart, the previous Ye Fengzhi is dead. He catches people's eyes, and it disappears in an instant, like fireworks.

She grew old very quickly, her heart was tired, she was tormented by fate, she couldn't bear it, and now - she understood that being alive was the greatest luck, and she didn't want any more glory and wealth, vanity and fortune, unforgettable love, these are dreams, dreams, bubbles.

"Next bowl of longevity noodles, then ...... Maybe you can add a poached egg. Ye Feng stopped thinking.

It's been a long time since she has cooked with her hands, she turned to look at Mo Yijing, smiled slightly, showed her dimples and said, "Do you want to eat?"

"Hmm." Mo Yijing held the sword, his face was shallow, his clothes were brushing through the summer sun, and a drop of sweat was steaming on his forehead.

Pouring water and stepping through the kitchen, it was still the same scene of Qingqing Zijin, leisurely in my heart, but for Ye Fengzhu, it had changed, changed consciousness, and was numb and tasteless.

Why?

Is it just because she and Wu Wuqing have met a few times? They didn't do anything unseemly between them.

Even if there was one, it was in the past, why did he hold on to it and linger on it? Always looking for her stubble?

"Ye Feng stopped." He cried out, looking at her.

Ye Feng stopped serious, bowed down to pile firewood and lit a fire, ready to cook, it was as simple as making a bowl of noodles.

"What's the matter?" She glanced up at him, then retracted it in an instant.

"Would you like to help?" poured water, and suddenly at this time, two people suddenly appeared outside the kitchen - Chen Jiuxiao and Chen Qingshan. Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief, Mo Yijing thought, she said, "You guys go out!" Today is an important day, please don't bother......"

"What's the big day?" Chen Jiuxiao said.

"What's your business!" Mo Yijing retorted, her eyes widening with rage.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid...... Chen Jiuxiao sighed, took a step back, and said to Shui Ran: "Let's go!" Looks like they don't need our help. ”

Pouring water and putting down Ye Feng's hand, he was still tender, with green mountains and eyebrows, and a handsome face.

"Pouring water...... Ye Fengzhu couldn't help but call out his name, but his voice was faint like a mosquito.

"Let's go......" he waved goodbye.

"What the hell do you think?" Chen Jiuxiao said, Chen Qingshan was silent because he didn't know, and he didn't want to know - to understand the relationship between these children and daughters, it was none of his business, and it might even damage his own interests.

"What do you think of me? Woman...... It's just a piece of clothing, not a ball. "Since you haven't gotten it, why bother with it?" After you get it, throw it away......"

In the breeze, he drew his sword and sheathed it, and no one else could see what he was thinking.

Cold-blooded and ruthless! That's what he's talking about! Playing with all the women in the applause, vowing not to give up.

"Do you really think so?" Chen Jiuxiao muttered to himself.

Now, he can really take revenge mercilessly, after pain, hate, that is, pale, numb, aimless and purposeful, impatient but full of patience, consciousness and determination, warmth and coldness, pity and cruelty, intertwined into the purest and most complex love, deep and piercing the heart.

He recalled...... Drink a glass of wine on your own.

Acacia jacket

Is the gentleman good or not, the clothes are unpacked.

Dai Mei is as deep as this, and she can't be dismantled.

Fragrant wet butterfly shirt, jade foot burning bath soup.

Shake the jade rabbit pendant, and it plummets. (Description: Pouring Water)

The long night and the moon are long, and Tuan Luan is alone in the city.

The phoenix candle is happy, and the time is not long.

The eyebrows are frowning frequently, and the tears are cold.

Thousands of people are drunk and drunk, and they look back and are unbearable.

The knots are green and the silk is broken, and the hair is not known.

The soft goddess ejaculated clean, and the water curtain was returned. (Describing the wind stopping)

Ye Feng stopped waking up from the bed, holding her hands and meditating, originally she had already lost her life when she was six years old, if it wasn't for the rescue of that mysterious person, if she used the illusion technique, she would have been wiped out a long time ago, and now all the past is gone, all memories will disappear, how can there be any love between men and women, a lifetime of bonds? So...... Is that what she's here for? Survive secretly, not in a hurry; Plain and obscure; Get by and do nothing.

At least take a step forward and make a difference!

She walked on the road like this, under the porch, above the dust, and her feet really stood in this world-sweeping world, dominating the rivers and lakes.

The future and the present, she must at least grasp the same, Gou is new, every day, and every day, this is the process of her continuous reflection and self-summary.

She wants to explain the truth to him with her own mouth, she loves him, but what can she prove it?

Between heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars, the sea is dry and rotten, the stars are moving, the sky and the earth are suddenly gray, and a few raindrops splash into her heart.

This is a round ball, at a critical moment, until the last moment, she will not take it out and easily show it, and this is just a pretext, right? In other words, she is pouring water, she will not tolerate and accept the person she loves to have a relationship with another man, but since it happened, she is emotional, there is no way to escape punishment with concealment and evasion, the truth cannot be concealed, she only hopes that he can forgive her, because she is a little pitiful.

Yes, she did have feelings for Wu Wuqing, how could she never have been? If she says no, she is deceiving herself and destroying her humanity.

She was released, and the burden in her heart suddenly eased a lot.

Unconsciously, a tear splashed into her heart, she wiped it casually, dried the tears with the wind, got up and jumped to relieve her sorrows, and ran into the abyss - it was the sky under the wide eaves.

The round bead containing the memories of the past in his hand shimmered with neon brilliance.

The clothes are fluttering, the tears are sprinkled, and the white arms are also walls. Wu Wuqing immediately caught her, a tear poured out and blurred her eyes, those eyes were distracted, like glass, black and white, a gust of wind hit, making people feel refreshed, the faint smell of the sachet turned into green beads with sorrow and sorrow precipitated in her heart, she choked up with tears and said, "Why are you here?" Clenched fists, fingers trembling, like jagged tender ginger, her moist face, charming and moving.

At this moment, he was reluctant to let her down.

Unable to answer, he poured out his feelings for her.

Sure enough, he still couldn't let go.

"Why can't you figure it out?" His tough tone was not gentle at all, and his hands hugged her forcefully and stopped in mid-air, his ears ringing.

“…… Put me down! Ye Fengzhu tried to struggle down, but he couldn't move in the confinement of his arm.

As a result, his ears turned red, and the wideness and warmth of his palms were something unique to men, which could melt any woman's heart, and was faster and more shocking than anything else.

But...... Since the same is true of Dumping Water, then why should she be greedy and her heart beat faster?

A strand of her hair flowed and tugged, turning her beautiful eyebrows, empty of her skin.

The sword light was speechless, the mind was unpredictable, and the subordinates were ruthless, and it happened that they were poured into the water and saw this scene, Wu Wuqing hugged her, and turned around, fortunately she was not hurt in any way, and - just lost a hair and that's it, it stuck to the wide road stained with dust and clear light, like a wandering spirit, like green smoke, and gasped to the ground.

"Are you sick? Pour water and ......," Wu Wuqing shouted.

"It's useless to talk too much, so be it!" Shui Ran turned his eyes to look at Ye Feng, with a hint of heartache, inserted the sheath into the sword, and turned away.

Outside of the gold and jade, she is ruined, she is talking about a woman like her! He doesn't take his chastity seriously at all, so why is he bothered to indulge in it.

Hateful, annoying, resentful, blame yourself, when will the past end?

How can he abandon the mustard and open his heart to himself?

When, when, when, w

She hated, drunk...... The empty bottle is facing the moon, and there is no one around.

When no one was around, Wu Wuqing stepped out of the attic, still seeing her here, heavy steps, frowning all the time, how could he turn a blind eye to what he saw, and turn a blind eye! There is no way to make any regressions and compromises, since she likes this person so much, let him do it, although he will have heartache, but isn't it sooner or later?

"Pouring water and ......" night is falling, and the sunset is shimmering.

Wu Wuqing pushed the door open, and the wind suddenly pushed the door out and closed, with a "click" sound.

He was determined not to let him step further......

Inside the house, the breeze was blowing, and the sword of leaving was coldly erected on top of Lan Qi. It turned out that there was no one in the house......

Under the scorching sun, Chen Jiuxiao compared his sword to the second son-dumping water.

"Second master, what's wrong? What's on your mind? Chen Jiuxiao was worried about him, looking at his eyes that looked like water and sky, and the wind and moon were boundless, like paddy fields, and he couldn't erase the resentful eyes.

He seemed to be laughing, but he couldn't speak frankly, beating his chest and smiling.

No one else has ever seen such a predicament.

He finally understood a sentence: "I can't trust it after all, she loves me, and the woman who betrayed me is hateful and resentful."

"Ridiculous ......" poured water and drank the empty bottle, his eyes were drunk, and his heart was only desolate.