Did he approach her with a vengeful heart a long time ago?

Let her fall into the hesitation of him step by step, vainly trying to delusional, until she can't give up?

……

She looked directly at that person with a suspicious and amazed gaze, the second son who she had been thinking about, couldn't sleep all night for, and didn't want to eat!

Ye Feng suddenly got up and patted the ashes on his body.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his mouth, his lips trembled slightly.

Who knows, Dumping Shui Ran was pulled by her backhand and pressed hard to the ground, she Ye Fengzhu just likes him, but so what? She liked him, and that couldn't be changed.

She kissed him for a long time, and he couldn't breathe, and he didn't know where to put his hands, on the frosty banyan tree floor, or above the threshold where the pale silver moon spread?

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, a hint of panic, and a hint of coldness that sank into his eyes, which disappeared as she let go of her hands.

What's going on, she is still reluctant, and the lip flap has not fallen off.

A blue ink-colored mole above the wing of his nose was swept by her hair, and he was held down by her like this and couldn't move at all, for the first time in his life, he felt that women were fierce and crazy, and it was more terrible than men competing for power and status.

Since he couldn't move, he let her go, but took advantage of her......

There was a mist on his face and a mixture of her tears.

Her eyes were cloudy, with crystal clear tears, and her lips were moving, but she was faintly trembling.

Her body trembled, and so did her hands and arms, and so did her voice—she finally burst into tears.

She let go of her hand, and the temperature of the palm was still attached to the placket of the trickling white clothes, and the attachment could not dissipate.

But a shallow gust of wind hit, blowing away the warmth of the two bodies they had just intertwined.

The rest was a bit of silence.

He stared at her as if he were looking at a god-man, one like a fool, the other like a wood, just like that, looking shallowly and seeing each other.

The light marks in her eyes and the tears that had just fallen down her face were still faintly visible.

Ye Feng's face was hot, it was an explosion from the depths of his heart.

"Ye Feng stopped, I underestimated you after all!" poured water and spread his hands to confide, looking helpless.

"You didn't underestimate me...... Ye Feng stopped, "The so-called one report for one report, if you kiss me, I will kiss you, maybe...... I'm just so direct and naïve, stupid and ridiculous! ”

Shui Ran smiled, and the final burst of gurgling water suppressed in his throat came to his heart at this time, and the moon dust engraved on the tip of his eyebrows on the body of the red robe was as bright as the moon.

It's so tactful, it's good......

"Ye Feng stopped, I finally knew why I liked you in the first place." Pour water.

"Why?" Ye Feng stopped supporting half of his body and asked with a frown.

"You don't always play by the rules." Pour Ran replied.

Ye Feng stopped and stayed there in a daze, until the figure of Gongsun Yangliu appeared.

"Your fiancée is here!" Ye Feng stopped reminding.

"We'd better get out of the way." Pouring water, he got up and patted the dust on his body, and then closed the door lightly without hurrying, and locked all the starlight moons.

"Why don't you just bolt it up?" Ye Feng stopped and said curiously.

"I'm afraid...... We're going to do something unseemly. He teased, sniffing the wind, and resting his slender fingers on the wooden door.

The patterns and lines are so clear, the moonlight is cast from the snow-white jade window paper, and in Ye Feng's eyes, it is the pear blossom and peach branches that are reflected.

I don't know if it's a mirage.

When the man stepped lightly, it was his daughter-in-law who had not passed through the door - the eldest lady in the Gongsun Mansion, whose name was Gongsun Yangliu, Ye Feng stopped and realized that the reflected reflection was just a gallant vase of flower arrangement in the man's hand.

She paused for a moment, then stopped.

However, I didn't find the two of them, a man and a woman, a pair of dogs and a man.

"Hey......" poured water and closed the door with his backhand, bolted the latch to the door, and took a long breath.

"Let's rest here tonight, I'm a little sleepy......"

Then, the second prince took a few steps forward, and his white clothes were light and light, and he left a wide pear blossom wood bookcase, which meant that he planned to stay here.

"I want to go back, I'd better go first!" Ye Feng stopped lowering his head and lowered his eyelashes, broke free from his restraints, and waved away the hand that was blocking him.

"You'd better stay here!" Pouring water and spitting, still with the same complexion, lying on top of the bookcase.

Ye Feng stopped and turned around and pouted.

thought to herself, she couldn't go back, and when she went back, she would definitely be bumped into by the white-clothed female disciple who was on night patrol, and when the time came, she poured water and talked about it again the next day, and accidentally revealed her mouth, she couldn't wash it even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

Anyway, the two of them are here, and they will go out together tomorrow, and the blame will not be shared by anyone anyway, but the two of them will be blamed, not Murong Qingwan alone.

At this time, Shui Ran suddenly said: "Tomorrow is not yet dawn, I will get up one step earlier......"

"You can just stay in this library and sleep, and tomorrow you can find a random reason to prevaricate, saying that you accidentally fell asleep."

Unexpectedly—it's quite kind-hearted, thoughtful, and meticulous.

"Let's go together......" Ye Feng stopped in front of the case, squatted down, and knelt on his knees. Scholarly

"If you're accidentally bumped into someone, you'll suffer." Pour the water and see clearly.

"Either I'll go first, or, you go first, there is always one person who goes first, and you can't be misunderstood." Pouring water and owe his body, he yawned with one hand, squinted his eyes, and his head was leisurely pillowed by the arms that had been stretched into two wings.

"Hey......" Ye Feng sighed helplessly.

"How to sleep?" She planned to listen to his second young master's orders, so she went to bed here.

"Whatever you want......" poured water and closed his eyes and breathed shallowly, and he had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that he slept so comfortably and comfortably, he didn't know where to start, and he didn't know where to stay.

"It's hard, it's hard......"

She really had nowhere to rest, either a room full of dusty books, or a dark beam with no real thing to see, or the white moonlight of this place.

The rest is only the cheeky one who can't afford to die on the only bookcase.

Her heavy eyelids refused to droop, and she was still thinking about something.

But she didn't have the kind of melancholy she had in the past, so she did get back a game and let out her anger.

However, she did it like a dream, which is something that a madman would do, not something that ordinary people can do.

But in the end, she lied to him first, and he had to bear the consequences, so he was so angry, he cared about her, and it was natural to vent his grievances and dissatisfaction, but the so-called kiss was not trying to save her......

As always, he poured water into the heart to release his true emotions and emotions, but he didn't care about the people he had hit and hurt.

The mask of hypocrisy, the hypocritical indifference and indifference, the hypocritical toying and teasing, and often covered under this gorgeous and magnificent mask—are the old scars that cannot be healed in any way.

The wound in the heart is the most painful to the spinal cord, such as a three-point needle prick, such as a four-point woodcut, gradually penetrating into the heart.

When Ye Feng stopped waking up, he knew that Dumping Shui Ran had already left, there was nothing, there was no one on the bookcase, only the shadow was sparse and the wind was shallow, and she was the only one left in the huge room.

It's the next day.

Everything happened so hastily that she still hadn't come to her senses.

Now that he knew that she was Ye Fengzhu, did his attitude towards her change.

"Murong Qingwan, Sister Qingwan!" The female disciple in white shouted, it was Ling'er's sister from Lingshan.

However, his attitude towards her has always been the same, and there is no reversal in the slightest.

He looked at her with a cold gaze, as if his eyes were air.

She was even more insignificant than air.

"Sister, sister......" Ling'er shouted.

Ringing in her ears, Ye Feng stopped coming back to her senses, and the afterglow was suddenly taken back from the body of the second son, only to know that someone was calling her.

A large group of disciples were doing morning classes in the round hall, which was nothing more than studying swordsmanship, memorizing moves and routines.

"How about sitting right next to me?" Ling'er asked, those eyes were shallow, and they were really good-looking.

The fragrance contaminated on the white clothes is a different kind of atmosphere, and the female disciples in white have this kind of body odor.

Gentle, shallow, but not pungent and stuffy, very good-smelling, simply refreshing.

Ye Feng stopped his astonishment, and he didn't expect that Gongsun Yangliu was also here.

She was serving his future husband willingly, and there was no place in her body that was not full of energy and energy, and her willow eyebrows and peach eyes were smiling, and she did not feel the slightest toil for what she had done, and a fairy descended to earth, and she sat next to Dump Shui Ran, and Dump Shui Ran seemed quite satisfied with what she did—his fiancée made breakfast for him, his favorite Yuhu Longjing, and his favorite mung bean cake, as well as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and a bunch of neat and neat swordsmanship books and swordsmanship manuals piled up like a hill.

"Hey, hey......" Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh again or twice, suppressed in his chest, and couldn't release it for a long time.

Seeing that the maid and fiancée have followed all the way, they are really happy, enjoying Qingfu, and they have already enjoyed their old age before they are half cut into the ground.

She sat on a small bookcase by herself, and Ling'er sat next to her.

She glanced again, and he was naturally laughing.

Ye Feng stopped and then turned around hatefully, and his gaze fell on a blank page with nothing written, not caring about his face and expression.

"Sister Murong, are you angry?" Ling'er asked, putting down the pen and ink in her hand.

"What am I angry about, even if he pours water into three wives and four concubines, even if he ......" Ye Feng stopped writing before he started, he was not interested, "Hey......"

"Do you like Brother Tilt?" Ling'er asked, her eyes staring at the water with hot eyes, like a fire burning a mountain stone, burning all over the body, there is no place that is not hot and hot.

"Brother Lean?" Ye Feng stopped giggling, when did he take away the soul of Ling'er's sister? Why is he leaning towards his brother......

"Isn't it?" Ling'er asked again, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she glanced at Shui Ran, her eyes shining unconsciously.

A few days ago, within ten days, Ye Fengzhu and Ling'er had been in contact with each other, and they got along for a while, and they felt very harmonious, and Ling'er was like another shadow outside her body, such as a rabbit and a Linghu.

"You can't trust a man, a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost......" Ye Feng stopped and said to Ling'er, "Whoever you believe, you can't believe what you say about Brother Tilt, let alone like him - he is a man-eating devil." ”

Shui Ran looked at Ye Fengzhu and smiled very sarcastically.

He is proficient in lip language, and dares to speak ill of him under his nose, but he is really not afraid of things.

The back of his hand was white, and his joints were struggling, and he seemed to press on the bookcase without any waves, but the internal force did not attack for a long time.

This Ye Feng is really not afraid of making a big fuss, the more he talks, the more powerful it is, and the more he says it, the more outrageous it becomes.

He slapped the table that was already creaking, startling Gongsun Yangliu, who had devoted his left arm to the study of ink.

When Pouring Water Ran retracted the faint internal force, Ye Fengzhu and Ling'er invariably arrogantly and arrogantly met the cold eyebrows of his second son.