Suddenly intruded into ......

The arc-shaped Zhongzheng empty court, that is, the partition on each floor of the inn center is left empty, and the two dancers who break into the vertical and horizontal Wuzhuang, one green and one Zhu, one is called Qingcheng, and the other is called Jia Xin, but generally Qingcheng usually calls Jia Xin Zihe, or elegiac book.

The other will also call Qingcheng Liu Enthalpy. So they just called out like this, "Liu Yan! "Zihe!"

At a general glance, the green mans are light, the red lotus is shy, and the Qingcheng person is even more detailed, the indescribable ice is cold and cold, it seems that he was born like this, and he will never be contaminated with impurities and fireworks.

She smiled occasionally, bright and moving, like a begonia flower in the ice and snow, which was unexpected. With such and such good manners, Ling Bo walked slightly in the pavilion, threw off his two wide clothes and ran from one side to the other, and his jade feet were pointed, like butterfly wings piercing in front of the hall, and he was smart. Leaning on the dry Ye Feng stopped, his eyes did not squint in front of him, and he couldn't help but write a poem in his mind, willow eyebrows, star eyes, hibiscus face, ethereal clothes, musk orchid Qiong tree, and the fairy in the flower - this is the one in Tianqingyi - "she".

The willow waist caresses the shore like this, and it is also her. Seeing it made people feel moved, and even Ye Fengzhu, who was a daughter, was detained by his eyes. Of course, the rich and noble lord is like this.

Ye Feng stopped for a long time, and even stopped breathing, just her back was enough to make people forget to return, and finally she forgot her name and didn't know why she came here.

stared blankly at her azure back, slender, as if her eyes were involuntarily attached to it, and could not be transferred.

When "she" leaned slightly, sideways the hibiscus face, the outline of the clear water, and froze at that moment, someone's heart was stranded, and there were ripples one after another, like a boat, teasing the other side of the Han Lian - she looked forward to being colorful, charming and gorgeous, with a smile in her eyes, and a sudden release, that was the best and best person someone has ever seen.

The ice melted in an instant, opening people's hearts and lifting the curtain of Hesse.

She walked side by side, hand in hand and quietly stepped out of the Spring Breeze Pavilion with a companion, her voice was as sweet as honey, and with only a wisp of leisurely wind, it was infused into someone's internal organs and even three souls and seven souls, like raindrops striking, invading someone's heart, not a word fell - although at that time, Ye Feng's ears did not hear a word.

But that's it...... But it attracted the attention of one person.

"In the body, it is a long thing, and in the world is an idle thing. The gentleman is like a master, and the feather coat is shining. "Qingcheng Road, the appearance is extraordinary. Zihe grinded on the side and spread out the rice paper.

Zihe raised his eyes, lowered his hand and said, "Miss Yan Yan at that time today, isn't she taking a fancy to you?"

Qingcheng hid his face and smiled, "Hehehe", what sank into his eyes was the blue blue sword that was resting on Lan Qi, and Lan Qi, who was not very old when he put the blue sword on it, his eyes went up, and as time went by, he bent down again.

Take off two dance clothes and wear a military uniform.

One is Qingcheng, named Liu Enthalpy; The companion is Jia Xin, whose name is Zihe and Elegy.

Two handfuls

The bronze iron sword, the combination of the two swords, a lifetime of emotion, and finally become a stranger. Separated, staggered, the contest is not down, hearty, cold and bloodless, the lower plate rises, the legs rotate and fall to the ground, the blue sword against the red and black sword, a sword is a layer, layer after layer, the slightest thread, the shape of the shadow, the breeze in June, the four eyes are opposite, the two swords go down, and the limbs fall. Ups and downs, ups and downs, the body shape and the sword chapter method are unpredictable, and after several flips, they finally fall to the ground. Qingcheng is extraordinary, agile and fast, and has excellent reflexes, which is naturally the case.

Zihe praised and admired it. But still, after cutting Qingcheng's skin, her strength has increased, which is inevitable. But why is she safe? From...... Wear protective armor in advance.

"Tell you to wear it, you don't wear it, you deserve it!" Zihe taught Qingcheng like this, and his tone was still calm, not in a hurry or slow.

Zihe guarded Qingcheng to buy medicine at the pharmacy, which was naturally the best pharmacy opened in recent times - the first shop of Jishi Pharmacy operated by the Lie's pharmaceutical family. After each time they were injured in the competition, they had to come here to buy medicine if they had a little skin trauma.

"Next time you put on your armor, it won't be like this!" Along the way, Zihe's mother-in-law said, but she still couldn't resist Qingcheng's stubborn temper, and she still had to follow the so-called set in Qingcheng's mouth.

Qingcheng didn't say a word, and Zihe had no choice but to keep silent, and they were all used to it.

Jishi Pharmacy is located in the southeast corner of the west of the city, the only one, and "far away" a few miscellaneous shops is another medicine hall that cannot be compared, with so many years of word-of-mouth prestige, Jishi Pharmacy is indeed not worthy of comparison with his family, Lie Qinglang and Xiaowei a couple have a good management, proper management, the prescription medicine to the disease, others to his house to buy the medicine is genuine, none of them adulterated, this is the west of the city and even the famous "Jishi Medicine".

"Shopkeeper, buy medicine." At the exit of Qingcheng, Zihe is on the side.

"Okay!" Lie Qinglang answered, got out from under the cabinet, freed his hand, his eyes were clear, and he was carefully placing the dried herbs in each grid.

"Is there anything you need?"

"But the skin is traumatic, as usual." Qingcheng responded, like a fresh breeze bathing.

"Oh." Lie Qinglang answered, and after observation, there seemed to be no major injuries.

Only then did he suddenly remember, and the sliver that was shrunk at the root of the tall mountain opened, and stated: "It turned out to be last time...... You've been here, but I have a bad memory and I forgot. ”

"Oops, oops!" He sighed again and again, clenched his fists and apologized.

"It's okay." Qingcheng Road, Zihe was beside him and did not speak.

"In the future, just remember to keep it as usual."

"Well, that's nature."

After going back and forth, Qingcheng took Zihe to the medicine hall. I went down the ladder with a bag of gold sore medicine wrapped in special straw paper, and there was a fresh smell, a little weird. Qingcheng is the kind of existence that Wuzhuang has no quarrel with the world, and no one asks why they came to Wuzhuang to survive as dancers, and no one will think about it

Their identities and statuses that were not known to outsiders before, these connections - nothing to do with anything, will never cause trouble, so the so-called legacy and independence, as clear as a curling stone, a crane of high spirits, a good line of Bi Boyi, chaste and vulgar, lonely and self-reliant, with a clear heart, and a true embrace, are just the two of them. This kind of temperament is the unshakable reason why others will not bother.

The others, the people of Wuzhuang - nothing more than with a purpose. Entering Wuzhuang is definitely a good way to do "bad things".

Wuzhuang is different from the past, full of black smoke and miasma, and has been reduced to three religions and nine streams.

What was more than ten years ago, without exception, has deteriorated today.

Miraculously, since that meeting (that was also the first time they met), Murong Qingwan knew that Yiqing and Zhu had stayed in Wuzhuang for a long time before her. However, the names of the two of them have never been known through some means. Occasionally, they meet, but they just don't.

If you want to get acquainted, you can ......

This is the state of life!

When this day comes, the lord of the Tilting Mansion will ask the servant to celebrate his fiftieth birthday. There is no special training troupe for this city, so it must find the best and most wonderful people in the city to help out - it is not in vain that it is a big family in the city.

In the year of not being confused, Kaiyuan was busy running around, and the four seas were his home, and he had no intention of entertaining. Now, he has finally relied on ten years of skill to fight steadily, and naturally wants everyone to be stained with his light. There is no doubt that the government will only become more and more prosperous and prosperous.

In the inner courtyard of the Tilting Mansion, a bunch of literati and writers have long gathered to write birthday greetings for Lord Tilt.

In the cold and lonely corner outside the bustle, pour water under the green bamboo, drink tea and shake the fan.

Alone, silent, only the cold wind blowing.

Lonely and helpless, this is not the first time that Dumping Water has been like this, and it has come out of nowhere.

The lively cat fluttered and scurried under his feet, but he ignored it and continued to stay like this.

Obviously he didn't think much about it, but his heart seemed to be suppressed by a lot of things.

The frown tightened, and it became more and more dull.

The bamboo swept and leaned twice, the wind whistling into his nostrils, the lively kitchen, the cleaning servants, the fading sunlight and the feeling of being more and more depressed, what was he thinking in his heart

- Obviously not!

Before you know it, Dump Shui Ran has stayed until nightfall, the stars are twinkling, and there is no other idiom to describe.

On a low stone table as black as ink, a cup of tea and a book are available.

In the distance, there stood a man who had finally come from the other side of the corridor, and there was no room for error in the posture of a slave.

grovelled, but did not speak.

Until the moment when he was close to the pouring water, the moment the coat was put down, the cool breeze was clearer, he felt a trace of warmth, a second or two of parking, in the dead of night, the hands also went down, and finally reluctantly left.

"Thank you!"

It was this sentence that was seared on the tip of Meteor's heart.

Shui Ran continued to lower his eyebrows, his lips were pursed, and an ink shadow covered his face in the clear bamboo, and others couldn't see the light marks in his eyes.

(End of chapter)