"Now that the flowers are gone, you lied to me!"

A gust of breeze blew on his face, and Ye Feng paused and felt lost. Mo Yijing said: "I'm sorry, I just want you to be happy......" Ye Feng stopped looking back and turned his arm back, silent.

"Are you angry?" Mo Yijing turned her head, jumped in front of Ye Feng, hung upside down on the tree, made a grimace, rolled her eyelids, and checked its color.

"Flutter" smiled, the teardrop chain was broken, Ye Feng stopped and said, "...... No, didn't I tell you? ”

"What was said, how I don't remember!" Mo Yijing stood up suddenly, leaned forward with his legs, touched his feet and kicked the ground, his waist was flexible, and the jade bell he was holding on rang crisply.

Ye Feng stopped looking at her and stared at her, put his sword on the ground, squatted under the shade of the tree, and said, "Didn't I tell you...... So, now I don't like him anymore. ”

"I can't understand...... Didn't you say that you like to dump the child? If you like it, just chase it! After Mo Yijing said this, her thoughts were immersed in the scene just now, and she was clear and handsome with Wu Shuang, and the other was as smiling as a flower, she couldn't imagine that Ye Fengzhu had a period with him.

"Mo Yijing, I am sincere to you, that's why I confide in you about the past...... I hope you don't say it, pour water and ......" Mo Yijing looked at Ye Feng, her brows were like ripples, and the pouring water passed by in an instant.

"Ye Feng, I know, you told me, I can't tell others casually, you and Wu Wuqing...... So, Dumping Shui Ran felt betrayed, but if it weren't for his disobedience, would you have thrown yourself into Wu Wuqing's arms? Mo Yijing comforted, "You try to accept it, to forgive yourself?"

"I ...... I've never felt like there's anything wrong with what I've done, and I'm sad just because... I am jealous and do not tolerate something. Ye Feng stopped and argued, and Mo Yijing looked at her, becoming more and more incomprehensible about her.

"Mo Yijing, maybe...... I'm the woman that others think is a watery poplar, maybe—I am! Ye Feng stopped.

"I don't like him, I'm just jealous and can't bear ......" Ye Feng stopped and left.

Mo Yijing was left aside, staring far away, casting a shadow on the place where he roosted, unfathomable.

She was one step closer to her, but it seemed like she was one step farther away.

"It's really ......," they said together, and they retreated into silence.

Ye Fengzhi felt that he was so timid and cowardly, scared, hey...... Why didn't she dare admit it in front of him? Is it just a shame?

She easily recalled...... Just now her stubbornness was pretentious, and when she was gone, she took a step and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and suddenly her whole shoulders relaxed.

When he saw his new opponent, he held his breath again, and was faced with a heroic person, not a sassy person, and said: "It's just a female streamer, why bother, look at my move, and defeat you." The Hairgra was also holding a sword, the body of which was shining in a bronze glow from the strong sunlight. I couldn't open my eyes when I saw her, but through the light and shadow of the sword man, I seemed to understand something. Her brow relaxed a little, much more cheerful. Then she dropped her sword, and sprinted like a feathered arrow, and she leaned back and got into the other side of the boy's crotch, and kicked him sideways, and she leaned down to probe the boy's expression, and saw that the little hairdresser, whom the brother called the boy, was a little surprised.

He still lay there still, but his mouth was open: "But the first time I met a supernatural person like you, I really admitted defeat, huh...... You are still the first woman who dares to pass under a man's crotch, you are a real chivalrous woman. "After all, there is only one opponent left. At the last moment, the most tense and enthusiastic part was breathless.

A woman on the stage played. Ye Meng was facing this woman full of hot cells, it was cold just now, and now it is hot, it is completely different at this time, Ye Meng thought like this, a sentence suddenly relieved her, and the woman's red rhyme was like a hot sun coming towards her, "Little woman, don't make a move?" ”

"No, I don't want you, my last fancier, right now?"

"What? It's a pity I didn't let you. At this point, the hot clothesman's anger rose to the extreme. Her cold whip was so hard that it was almost close to her face, Ye Meng picked up the sword again, flew towards the end of the woman's arm, and suddenly the hot clothes man said: "It's useless, this is made of silk." Then with a smile, his arm flashed, and he dodged another attack from Ye Meng. "Otherwise, let's fly and try." Ye Meng turned his mind and used the move under the waterfall at that time, his hair was painful, he spread his wings with a smile, and all the power in the air was gushed out by Ye Meng as a spring, spraying directly into the gap in the wing's body and rushing to the ground. When the hot-clothed man landed, she was beaten to the ground, and the place where she sat was shattered by the sword's current.

"Oh, I'm so tired! The light work is not as good as the little master of the year. The hot-clothed man sighed.

"This is the end of the ring competition on the white jade grassland, a few warriors on the grassland, welcome, welcome." At this time, the old patriarch was asking for a plaque to be hung one by one, engraved with the names of the bearded man, the flowing hairman, and the hot clothed man, and continued: "There is a little girl here! It can be regarded as letting us see the ability of the Central Plains people, and here the three grassland warriors can hold a good hospitality ceremony. Ye Meng, who was standing in the audience, hooked up with his master Jian Nanxia's broad and stiff shoulders, and asked him one by one about his journey to the grassland.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and the applause that followed continued one after another, and the warriors in the grassland held a jousting event in the ring. Ye Meng was once again squeezed out of the crowd, the master let go of her hand, rode a horse tied to the edge of the ring, and immediately came, the rope was far behind, the long whip was held by his hard hand, Ye Meng listened to his call like a daughter enthusiastically following the horse behind him, and immediately stepped on his father's strong back, hugged him deeply with his hands, and leaned on his flowing emanation with his head, and when everything was ready, he also took his precious sword, and ran to their respective tents.

Dismounted, Ye Mengning looked at Jian Nanxia's deep eyes, and at the same time, a song sung by a woman floated out of the tent. The master said, "Go in!" Look at my bride. The deep red tent hung on both sides of the inner room, and a huge fragrant fruit plate was sitting in the center, and a little further forward, a deep and bright bronze mirror was reflecting the rosy cheeks of a lady, and then her husband smiled at her, "You are here too, Ye Meng, when it comes to your master's concern, it should have been on the black horse he was riding!" ”

Ye Meng froze his calm and plain silhouette, did not speak, and then said, "Master! You really shouldn't have abandoned me then, and Qiao Nan ......" and tears flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"I'm in deep pain right now, don't bother me." Ye Meng burst into tears, a burst of pain, and the sourness suddenly surged into her heart, ran out of the account, squatting on the grass, she let the wind and sand of late spring sweep away, although soft, but with the strength of the beginning of summer.

"I understand what you're thinking right now—your Jonan, your gone, all you've had." The lady came to her side, a soft grass wave collapsed, her voice contained the kind of ice contained in the white jade spring in the grassland, and the heat came down slowly, the words were straightforward and to the point, cold and profound.

"How do you know?" Ye Meng was surprised.

"I quietly read the letter you brought to your master, it was an accident, you can't blame him."

"I know...... How could I not understand. ”

Now, she doesn't know who she likes, Jonan? Wu Wuqing? Pouring water? Which one does she really love? Qiao Nan, as soon as he died, Ye Meng died; Wu Wuqing was forgotten, and Ye Feng was born when he stopped; Looking back, Ye Feng had quietly entered the WTO. Jonan is a word that cannot be forgotten.

She put down the Qiongyu sword, and after thinking deeply, she felt that her arm was soft and weak, and it was really like experiencing those competitions one after another in the past, free and uninhibited, and looking at the round beads, evolving impermanently, conjuring one dream after another, and snubbing away to ride the wind. Ye Feng stopped to look at the present day...... If it can reflect the past, can it be a sign of the future? Jonan, this person seemed to be drifting away from her, gradually erasing from her memory...... If she hadn't just seen Qiongyu's sword and remembered the bits and pieces of the past in a flash, I'm afraid he would no longer exist. It's not that I can't remember...... It's just because I love deeply and don't miss it.

"Ye Feng stopped ......" poured water as she expected.

Heaven and earth were suddenly extremely empty, she thought that she could only regard him as a drop in the ocean, a wisp of breeze, a beam of sunshine, a certain scene of riding a horse galloping and passing by the land, at that time, the fiery red sunset that was about to disappear into the water looming on the horizon told the parting of Ye Meng and Jian Nanxia, after a farewell, there was no longer a master and apprentice.

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng stopped in the attic and asked, she knew what he was going to ask.

"You say you don't like me, you like me, and it's just out of jealousy...... Is it? He asked, a folded and folded white paper folding fan was inserted into his waist, and the leaves and branches of the bamboo forest were slightly moved behind him.

"yes?" Ye Feng stopped and said dumbly, when he heard this, he obviously knew it in advance, but he still ...... It involves a second or two seconds of heart twisting.

She ignored it, and the sword swung to the side, accidentally hitting the bamboo knot with a "bang".

"Ye Feng stop, stay with me!" Pour water.

"I'll give you the best thing in the world!"

Her tears were hidden and visible.

"Why? Aren't you ......" Ye Feng stopped, "Didn't you fool around with someone that day?" ”

She recalled that scene, a greasy and crooked scene in the dark night, kissing me and me, she passed by the Xuanyuan Palace, walked through the corridor, a squirming sound came, buzzing in her ears, and the cicadas in the grass among the trees were singing endlessly, such as whispering, and suddenly closed in this piece of the world, narrow and seamless can be revealed. She pretended to be calm and walked over, ignoring it, because the more she pretended not to care, the more she cared, and she was still thinking that he would be anxious because of her reaction, surprised, sighing, thinking about that face, which suddenly turned from bright and smooth to dark and dirty, but she was still nostalgic......

His footsteps swept over, this side of dust, and with a wave of his arm, he pulled her hand over, just like that disgusting scene, Ye Feng shook it off weakly, what was she still longing for......

What do you crave? She raised her head, her jaw forming a sharp arc, and her gaze was like a torch.

Pouring water turned indifferent, his cold eyes were like ice, cold and piercing, grinning at the cold wind, climbing to the top of Ye Feng's head, freezing people and not daring to act rashly, invisibly there was a rope to bind Ye Feng's hands and feet, wrapped around his body, unspeakably uncomfortable, he stared straight at her, and then opened his lips and said: "Aren't you too?"

"Didn't you seduce and seduce each other?"

"Which time?" Ye Feng stopped confiding, staring at him, his boiling blood veins, like a wild horse that couldn't hold the reins.

"You're ...... Bathing in the lonely woods. He turned in silence, blushing.