"It's your turn and me." Mo Yan said, glancing at it and smiling, "There is no suspense, they lost!" ”

"Where did the Son of the Four Blades go?" Mo Yan said, as soon as the words fell, he suddenly picked up the sword and sharpened the sword.

"Go back to the Tianshan Mountains!" "Go herd the sheep, or look at the stars." ”

"It's better to see that you are most comfortable!" Mo Yan said, put the sword into the sheath, and looked at it.

"What about our bet?" Mo Yan said.

"What are you bet on?" He asked.

"Tianshan Snow Lotus." Pouring water replied indifferently, "What about you?"

"Tien Shan lynx." Mo Yan said.

"By the way, Wu Wuqing, what is the bet you made?" Pour the water and turn his eyes.

Wu Wuqing thought for a while and said, "Tianshan beauty."

"Desire is dissatisfied, pure heart and few desires." Jiannan Xia Dao.

"You are the swordsman who remains, challenge ...... And the third son of Zhang who won and competed against the son of Green Edge, Li Siguanren?" Wu Wuqing Road.

"Did you win?" Wu Wuqing Road.

"Win." Jian Nanxia said, "I'm the oldest among you, and I'm really biased. ”

"You are a believer in the Dao of Guiguzi, and you are a Jiannanxia? Descendant of the Dark Sword?" Wu Wuqing asked suspiciously, "It's better to see than to hear!" ”

"It's down to the bottom, it's better to see than to hear, and it's better to do than to see! When can we get together for a drink and have fun? After the joust. "Jian Nanxia said.

"It's a pleasure!" Wu Wuqing said with a smile.

"It seems that the two of them are fellow believers, second master, shall we go?" Mo Yan said.

"Go, why not?" Pour water.

"Make an appointment with a time and place, I have been staying at Baixi Hall for the past half month or so." Jiannan Xia Dao.

"That's very good." Wu Wuqing said, "If you don't dislike it, you can come to my mansion to play chess, appreciate the heart, the humble house has the pleasant ears of silk and bamboo, and the beauty of the grace." ”

"It's fun!" Jian Nanxia said, neither shirking nor agreeing.

"Quick Fix!" Wu Wuqing Road.

"How's it going to be a four-man matchup? It doesn't matter if you don't win or lose! "Jian Nanxia said.

Governor Song Bing's grandfather, his eyebrows fluttered, and he exchanged ears with several other officials, "The battle of the four armies has begun!" ”

"After reading it, I have to continue to go to the government tomorrow morning." He sighed and said, "It's a pity that this city has great scenery and outstanding people." ”

"Governor Song, we're stepping on that scattered point, how about you!"

"Hahahaha." He then laughed, stroking his black beard with his hands, his eyes shining.

"By the way, who is this Ye Fengzhu?" He asked.

"Just an unknown person, why is Lord Song worried?" The government of the government Zhang Zhizhou Road.

"It's very similar to someone." He said thoughtfully.

"Just by chance." Zhizhou said, "Isn't it Governor Song's goddaughter or a relative?"

"It's not...... Well......" he sighed, "it would be nice if it was." ”

Zhizhou shook his head, completely puzzled, and looked up at ......

The three sons of the Tilting Family, the Mo Family, and the Wu Family, danced suddenly, their feet soared, and their bodies were empty, and the world seemed to be turned upside down at this time, and the wind was blowing! Everyone sighed! Climbing the fence by looking, stunned, the wind is as calm as a rock, ten thousand sounds, moving like stopping water.

twilight,

The wind curls the trees, and the withered green leaves blow the white clouds.

Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi did not dare to speak.

The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, and the son of Si is about to dawn.

I don't hear each other every step of the way, and I think of my son and my son.

The sound of the flow is like a thrush in the forest, and the sound of the kite is clear and pleasant.

Gongsun Yangliu expressed his affection with a guzheng, picking and plucking, and walking like flowing water. Delicate, full of chivalrous feelings, eyebrows flying color dance, hearty, she raised her eyes to look, scraping like a shuttle, moth eyebrows, beautiful flowers and beautiful melancholy and reverie, looking at the pouring water - eyes cut autumn water, ten fingers peel spring onions.

The cloud beard combs green, the eyebrows and eyes are curved like willows, the teeth are dan, and the eyebrows are dotted with sunset (brown eyes, brown willow eyebrows).

However, he didn't respond to him, didn't even look at her, just swept it slightly, glanced at it, turned around twice, turned away three times, and left without any lingering.

Is it empathy? Or have you forgotten your old love and found a new love? I'm sick of me...... He hated me, he had no nostalgia for me, three years ago, he swore an oath, but now he regretted it, as if he was a stranger, he seemed to have nothing to do with him.

As night falls, the lights come on.

Pedestrians hurry, or stop and linger. "The second son is so handsome!" A daughter clapped her hands, shocked the fan, poured water and straightened her nose and thin lips, and probed the fan without a smile, "Mo Gongzi ......", Ambilight, a firework rose in the sky, turned his eyes to look at his successor, "Wu ......" has been dumbfounded, the most beautiful and handsome, Gu shot the gods, the world is unpretentious, Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart, handsome and extraordinary.

He remembered that night, he was so lonely, he was still a little boy crying in the bed, or a young man who hid behind the baked cake shop and didn't dare to look around, trying his best to avoid the eyes of the living and selling the baked cakes that were not easy to swallow, or a gentle young man who was not afraid of going out and living under the overpass.

And these eyes of admiration or admiration or jealousy are all exchanged for blood and sweat, and they are repaid with blood and tears.

"Farewell!" Wu Wuqing said and came to Wufu.

"Why don't you invite us in for a drink?" Mo Yan said.

"It's getting late, see you again another day!" Wu Wuqing's words were irrefutable, and he turned around and walked towards the door of the mansion.

"Second master, let's go!" Mo Yan said.

"If you're hungry, find a place to have a drink and chat." Pouring water and his stomach was empty, he only filled a few snacks in the pomegranate flower, and he was not hungry, and he was extremely sleepy at this time.

Pouring water and looking at the sky without opening his eyes, the moonlight is beautiful.

On the opposite side, accompanied by ink like jade, wearing a black silk hibiscus coat, it is still unchanged, and the taste of wine is long.

When you sing about wine, what is your life?

Wu Wuqing lay at the head of the bed, raising her eyes to stare at the moonlight pouring into the house from the window, dreamy like silver dust, like flowing water, pouring into the room, and ethereal, stretching out her arms to be incomprehensible, sighing: "Si Chen, incredible!" The wind branches shake, pouring their dreams, falling on the white clothes and jade bodies, lonely and widowed, the moonlight is comparable to a beauty, more than a fine wine, soothing the lonely heart, although cold, the color is cold, but it is warmer than the sun, because the sun will only shine in the daytime, only for the hustle and bustle of the brilliance, and the moonlight is only to soothe the heart that has been cold and decadent, more beautiful than the candlelight—beautiful and moving, warm as a glutton, more pure than the moon, sad, drunk and thoughtless......

Wu Wuqing hugged the brocade quilt, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the futon, as if hugging a girl, her sword eyebrows twisted and turned, and she breathed a fragrant breath.

Penglai Xianguan, I am a guest on Penglai Mountain, and I am temporarily in the world to manage the spring. Xie Jiachi Pavilion indulges in the soul, and Zhuo's wine furnace is drunk. The spring in the world will be helpless, rippling and thick like waves. Coming back and talking about the princess of Qin, Magu stole to sing as a brother, and this "Penglai Immortal" chapter was hung on the edge of the wall. Ye Feng stopped and watched the movement, next door was - the daughter of Wu Xia, the heir of the head of the Longyu Pavilion and the niece of the Heaven and Earth Sect, the overlord of the Four Seas, Xu Yanling, her voice was like a mosquito and a fly, she couldn't hear it, she put down her shrugged shoulders, lay down her slightly sore neck, closed her eyes peacefully, and their voices stopped abruptly, I don't know when, there was a whisper, the sound was like a filament, soft as cotton, blended in the warm quilt, from the candle flame to the dim and hidden.

Ye Feng stopped packing up, yawned, her eyes were soaked in a little dew, and she stepped into the mansion, at this time she entered through the back door, at this time the green trees and white walls were quite touching...... Didn't she come here that time? I also mistakenly thought it was the backyard of another son's mansion, hahaha, she chuckled, like a sweet spring, a huge place, empty, quiet, without a swaying red flower, it was completely green bamboo, making a song.

Ye Feng stopped and entered the inner courtyard, and an upright blue glazed vase stood on the side of the main hall, and the bowed manservant said, "Miss Ye, what's the matter here?"

"Miss Ye......" Guang Lanxin was overjoyed, "Come to the inner room!" ”

"Is this luggage? I got it. ”

Ye Feng stopped and turned back embarrassedly, stepped into the threshold, a leaf fell, the color of the blue glazed vase was moist and heavy, and the sunlight swept down the surface of the bottle, as if the blue and white flowers were falling and falling.

"Huh...... Where is this? Do you have a boudoir? Ye Feng stopped asking, said in surprise, looked at it, and couldn't help but take a look.

"You'll know in a moment." The maidservant Guanglan grinned.

"You can rest here! Miss, I'm going! ”

Ye Feng sat comfortably on the soft bed, and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"Miss, I have something to do, don't forget that I'm not as leisurely as Miss, and I'm not Miss Daughter, alas, ......" Guanglan said, eating the dealer's meal, he had to do the dealer's business, "Oh! Ye Feng stopped, "Oh", "By the way, give me your clothes, Miss!" Wash, the young master likes rosemary very much, hehe. ”

Ye Feng stopped raising his eyes and staring, blushing and said, "Okay."

She got up and stopped, and after watching Guanglan leave, she carefully explored this room, this is a bedroom, presumably a guest room?

After standing still for a while, she stepped out straight, there was a delicate makeup in the room, open it, pink rouge, bright copper mirror, close together, the fragrance is pleasant, she was puzzled, slowly closed, opened again, put it back in place, and then did not feel at ease, opened it suddenly, hesitated, re-closed, and finally intact.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't feel sweating under his armpits, maybe it was because he was too nervous just now! She flirted her clothes and sniffed it, it stinks! It's the "fox smell" again, Ye Feng stopped undressing, took out the "snail water" from his bag, stretched out his slender arm, wiped it under his armpit, and suddenly "banged", which made Ye Feng's cold hair stand up, she got into the quilt in a panic, squinted and pretended to lie down, as if someone had walked in, who was it...... She didn't dare to be intuitive, closed her eyes and saw a pitch black in front of her, she could only rely on her voice to recognize, the tactful voice, clear as water, was pouring water...... Oh no, what to do...... What to do, it's cool in the air.

She noticed him approaching slowly, and it was a long time before she realized that there was no one there.

She put on her clothes, pushed open the door, and saw that Dump Shui Ran was standing under the pavilion pillar, he had just ignored her, and he was not aware of her presence at this time.

"Pour water." She shouted, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Turning around, he turned around and asked, a little indifferent, a little calm, but the wind was so stirring.

She didn't know what was going on, he wasn't at all like the one he had before, he was high up and out of reach.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Feng stopped asking.

"Let's ......," said Pour Water, "and that's it!" ”

Ye Feng's heart was touched instantly, and his tears couldn't help but roll, and he said, "Why?"

"I can't do anything like you." He was embarrassed by every word.

"I don't understand!" Ye Feng stopped and said, "You tell me why?" ”

"I'm tired, can't I?" He replied, his eyes showing paranoia she couldn't have imagined, and his tone was fierce.

"I'm tired too......" Ye Feng stopped tearing and turned away in an instant, tears rippling.

Heartache is inseparable.