Mo Yan and Pour Shui Ran tasted tea and studied ink in Wuzhuang.

On the two wide and long black lacquered pear blossom wood bookcases (this pear blossom wood is lacquered for some reason, presumably the second son of the second son is bored and splashed a layer of ink on it), the second son is studying the ink, circling back and forth in the round inkstone the size of a small lotus leaf, with slender and long fingers, turning a beautiful figure. The wrist is strong, and the thin face is a different kind of play.

When he touched Dao Ye Feng's gaze, his wrist stopped, and his gaze was the same as before, just as cold, faint, smiling lightly but not smiling.

And Mo Yan seemed to be alone in an embarrassing and confused state, how did he know that this Ye Fengzhu was the red-clothed Youling in front of him?

What did Ye Fengzhi's death bring to him, was to blindly escape and even choose to forget.

So, even though this man, this woman was somewhat similar to her, he also felt that it was impossible.

He finally couldn't resist the curiosity, his frowning eyebrows finally relaxed, the lips of the peach petals opened slightly, the teeth were exposed, and he said, "The red-clothed Youling," In the blink of an eye, he pulled his head and twisted his shoulders to lean towards the side of the water, "When did you become so familiar with the red-clothed Youling?"

"I don't know when, it doesn't matter." As soon as he poured out his breath, his eyes continued to shine, and he stopped at Ye Feng, cold and cold, like a sword.

Ye Feng stopped and took a sullen breath, and sat down after a few quick steps.

Grabbing the ink ingot in his hand, the slight heat of her fingers touched his coldness, and he let out a slight breath, the breath was also cold, but it was crispy and numb in her ears, warm and warm.

He let go of his palm, got up and tilted his robe to the ground, the light tulle staggered against her arms, and he had no choice but to let her study the ink.

Ye Fengzhu was angry when he saw this scene.

She turned around and paused, the ink ingot in her hand was also in her hand, she forgot to leave, and with a wave of her hand, she sprinkled it on Shui Ran's body.

This woman is really sick in the brain, and her heart is on fire, and she scolds: "Crazy woman!"

"Who's sick? There you go! Ye Feng paused and put the ink ingot on the shelf.

A moment of loneliness, a period of speechlessness.

After that, Ye Feng stopped and left silently.

"What's wrong with her? Why...... So angry with you again? Mo Yan couldn't understand it, so he could only ask.

"A madman, a madman!" Dumping Shui Ran didn't answer him, and when Dumping Shui Ran looked back for a certain time, the meaning in his eyes was profound.

Mo Yan continued to be incomprehensible, continued to be confused, and poured water and never had the habit of explaining things clearly.

Secretive, deep city, in line with his nature.

He was dressed in white brocade and light gauze silk, and with rosemary mint, she was glued together.

However, his heart no longer belongs to Ye Fengzhi.

Therefore, when he sat close to him, he was so disgusted, so angry.

Presumably, he can't get back to the original love for her and sticking to her! Now, he doesn't supervise her, no matter what she does, he is cold and indifferent, and he doesn't care about the attitude of watching the shore.

She's angry, she's really angry. But he paced back and forth in the wind and rain building, thinking about it, and couldn't think of a way to be discouraged.

Youling's treatment is not bad, and there are special service maids. I can take care of you and listen to you in every detail.

The maid with blue and white braids on both sides brought rice noodles from the outhouse, which was a necessary material for makeup, first stopped on the dresser, and then turned back to get the bright red dye (in order to pluck the red and blue flowers whole, and then put them in a stone bowl to repeatedly pestle and mallet, and remove the yellow juice and then refined the dried matter), so cumbersome and complicated, Ye Feng stopped but never tired of it.

Doesn't he like delicate and beautiful women the most? She was going to be the most beautiful person and bewitch his mind.

Ye Feng stopped holding the flower and observed slightly.

"The fish maw glue is finally good, the rouge gouache of the Purple Smoke Pavilion is really everything, and the goods only arrived today, in a hurry, in a hurry, there are so many people who rob it." The maid Butterfly Cui Road is the girl's home who served the original Youling before.

After she finished speaking, she put it down again and helped Ye Feng stop patiently pasting the lotus petal-shaped flower can.

On the dresser is snow-white rice flour on one side, and rouge is resting on the other.

Before she stepped out of the pavilion, the second young master passed by the side, I don't know how he climbed here, a shadow shook slightly, on the top of the house, just drank it, she took a sip of water mist, laughing is a laugh, not a laugh, bitter but a bitter taste.

"Shara, why did you climb here?" The maid rushed out of the boudoir and opened the window, so that the scenery outside was completely presented in front of Ye Feng's eyes, and poked her head out.

Calling him a scara really lifted him up, is there such an improper swordsman?

Ye Feng didn't make a sound, and he couldn't see her from that side angle.

Therefore, Ye Feng's whole face and even his entire body were covered by the side of that window, and half of his face was exposed in her eyes.

His torso, really afraid of being pushed by the wind, think about it, the wind on the tall building is still very strong, in the past, he still has the leisure and elegance to go to the moon.

The sound of the flute is still loud and pleasant. Presumably except for him, all the swordsmen in this martial arts village are so thin! The Ming Dynasty was thin for beauty, thin and boneless, cold as a bamboo, like a horse, and held with the wind. Let's read the book

A swordsman is a person who has all the good qualities in one, and it is a collection of desirable dreams.

They have swords to work with, and swords are the greatest weapons.

But excluding these, the most important point is the way out for the swordsman - that is, connections and family history.

Think about it, these sons with beautiful faces and good shapes are all from the four major families of Shucheng, or related to them.

He poured his water and left, coming without a purpose or leaving with any intention.

Ye Feng stopped and relaxed his eyebrows, pulled away the twisted fingers, and Diecui was about to speak, "Please speak." Ye Feng stopped and saw that she was hesitant and silent.

"That'...... The young lady of the Gongsun family ......"

"Who?" Ye Feng stopped twisting his eyebrows, and his fingers were twisted together again. The red silk that was pillowed under the joints of his arms was folded.

"Gongsun Yangliu." Diecui replied.

Ye Feng stopped listening to her and continued.

"I heard that the second young master, that is, Sha Luo, prepared a complete set of rouge gouache for the Purple Smoke Pavilion for her, she has always been in no shortage of it, but that set can't be bought, Gongsun Yangliu has always been worried about this, unhappy, because of this matter, he tried his best to make her happy, so that the boss was relieved."

"That's a whole ingot of gold!" Ye Feng stopped seeing Na Diecui's reaction, and knew how favored her grandson Yang Liu was, and the second son of Na Tan always loved her and pitied her.

Before, he didn't expect that she would pause and look back because of a small hairpin in the market, lingering for a few days.

Nowadays, it is really enviable and jealous.

Diecui saw that Youling was silent for a long time, her eyes were staggered, and she didn't want others to see through it, not just that she didn't say something wrong.

Hasn't she always loved to hear these interesting stories? Listen to the miscellaneous pieces of love and affection, the legend of the white snake, and the twists and turns of the past between Lie Qinglang and her wife in the west of the city.

"I've always been ......," Ye Feng blurted out.

"Youling, how has it always been? Am I saying something wrong? ”

"It's always been ......" Ye Feng stopped and kept silent, as if he was suppressing some thoughts, "I don't know." ”

She went out of the pavilion, without saying a word, and there was no displeasure, Diecui scolded her stinky mouth, thinking, she must be angry.

She meditated, meditated, had long eyes, but suddenly closed her eyes, and crashed headlong into the dark and bottomless water.

Come to think of it, he doesn't love or miss her anymore.

There is Gongsun Yangliu in his heart, deep or shallow, subtle, many details, it doesn't matter what to explore, otherwise, how could he ignore her, hate and hate her.

She lost her memory in her head for a while, and she didn't want to ...... Remember what the past once swore an alliance, ridiculous and ridiculous, I don't live up to you.

Fortunately, she had expected this scene for a long time, but many of the expectations were not good.

Men will always change their minds, and those who will not change their minds are the stubborn stones.

It's either a stubborn stone, or a willow wind flower.

It is not your apprentice who cares about you, but his lover, you are not a relative, nor a friend, but a burden entrusted to him, a humble and insignificant apprentice. Perhaps, in the previous life, he was good to you, but that good was only used to put it on you, and there was nowhere to put it for the time being.

The little milk bag slept peacefully. The red-clothed sister Lingling, thinking about it, carved out of a mold with the fairy sister, haunted by her dreams, made her worried.

It is really happy to have such a fairy sister to accompany her in her dreams.

The subtleties, even the warmth, she brought to others were something she was not aware of in her last life. In this life, she did not bring out this kind heart and envelop the world, but a heart eager for quick success, which is bound to divide the victory and defeat, in love, and in the sword on her back.

"Big brother...... "Little Milk Bag cried out in her dream.

She hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.

Presumably, this matter is inseparable from Jian Nanxia, she is an orphan without a father, and her mother has not been taken care of for a long time, and she has been placed in her grandmother's house since she was a child. Grandma is very good to her, but there is no one as gentle and lovely as the fairy sister, for her, the fairy sister is a dream, yearning, fascinated......

How much she wants to have a sharp sword, and like her sister, she has a light skill and roams the rivers and lakes!

I'm not afraid of anything, ugly, or hypocritical, and I'm not afraid of that guy - one of the swordsmen of Wuzhuang - the second young master - poured water.

I often hear my uncle call him the second master, he is not the master, I'm afraid it's a pig's head!

Wu Wuqing patted her and helped her up, looking at her sweaty appearance, she looked stunned, whether she was stunned.

"Sister, fairy sister......" she is like this.