Since that meeting, Qiao Nan vowed to resign as the young master of Wuzhuang and go home after a year, while Ye Meng returned to his hometown alone, reunited with his uncle, master, etc., and carried a promise that she had not forgotten.

In this year, she forgot her sorrow, smoothed the mark in her heart caused by loneliness and despair, and her face was always full of smiles, Ye Meng was dressed in a playful manner, and a tail of petals under the locust tree was sprinkled, like picturesque words, splashed into a piece of white ink, white into snow, shadow into ink, black mustache on her lips, one-eyed blindfold humorously looked at the eyes of the world, a glance shocked the mortal world, Ye Meng's other eye was full of sadness, and her snow-white arm was like yesterday's cold sword light, She stared, then wiped her gloom, erected her rickety body, and her beautiful gaze fell on the child next to her, who was the five-year-old niece of Master Jian Nanxia. In fact, nothing can go back, and now she has become like this, but she still wants people not to be happy, not sad, not to be surprised.

And the master and others thought that Ye Meng was too contaminated with the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, and there was a trace of mixed qi on his body, so he deliberately did it and dressed up like this, but in fact, there was an accident, and everything had come true. On the way, Ye Meng was robbed by robbers, Ye Meng thought that she could be safe and sound, but she was quietly ambushed, and in a panic, she was blinded by a sword in her right eye, and a long scar was scratched on her back, and her spine was injured...

She didn't know how to face Qiao Nan, and now, she can only be misunderstood as doing it on purpose, disguised.

A place of acacia flowers is calm, calm, gloomy, telling her monologue. The lovely smiling face reflected the white sun, and the snow-white little hands rested on her shoulders softly, and then the little niece covered Ye Meng's face with her hands, the jade was as soft as a crisp, burying her face in her arms and rubbing it around, the refreshing wind was wrapped in a layer of dry heat, slowly flowing, and rushing into the atrium of the hidden depression.

This year, Ye Meng was seventeen years old, and the annual Oiran draft season in White Emperor City began. The Baiyun Inn inscribed by the emperor himself is overcrowded, all of them are famous people from all over the world who come for this season, some are officials, some are poets who play, and so on. Ordinary people can't enter here, and this Baiyun Inn only provides a limited number of places to enter or stay.

People are dressed in silk and satin, which makes the interior colorful, bright and dazzling, showing the atmosphere of wealth and sassy style, or fairy wind bones, or heroic appearance, or rich and graceful posture. Ye Meng tried his best to get out of this oppressive atmosphere, holding on to the escalator with golden silk nanmu and the edge of the pattern, and strolling down.

Rather than an inn, it is better to talk about a sightseeing field, Ye Meng looked depressed, and his ears gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle.

As the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Yu saw Ye Meng from the noisy crowd at a glance, and thought to himself that he was really an interesting person, he wanted to go and tease her, but after thinking about it, he paused and sent someone to investigate.

Ye Meng looked at him for a while, then turned his head and left, stopping and thinking, could it be that I have a grudge? Unexpectedly, he was attracted by her peculiar appearance. When I thought about this for a while, I didn't feel an awkward feeling, and it was just those weirdos who took a fancy to me. In the eyes of others, she is a strangely dressed, even awkward shape of a man and woman, but her mask still can't hide her delicate face and different demeanor. Under the blindfold, she has been accustomed to seeing the world with one eye, and her back is rickety, she has been accustomed to the curious and strange eyes of others, she does not blame anyone for this accident, she only blames herself for being too careless, this time it is only a profound lesson, and to bear the burden of swimming, what should you start with? And now, this burden can no longer carry any of her beliefs.

Unconsciously, many days have passed, and in the past few days, I have helped the uncle water the vegetables, which are refreshing and bland. The clear water in the well reflected Ye Meng's flawed face, a little sunshine, a little sparkling, flashing a gloomy smile, this is the second regret left in her life, and the first regret is that she was not able to avenge the blood of her dead parents.

Today happens to be the day when the Oiran is selected and paraded to the White Emperor City. Thousands of people sat on the gorgeous throne inlaid with different flowers, just to see the beautiful flower heads, and the lilac veil was as light as cicada wings, floating outside, covering the beautiful and moving delicate jade appearance inside. Everyone is discussing, full of praise, with excitement, the lively and happy atmosphere here makes the people sitting upright in the car add a sense of mystery, I don't know why, Ye Meng's mood has become lost and sad, is it inferiority? Or is it the unhappiness of jealousy in comparison? That woman is the object of everyone's admiration among men, but she is no more small, and she can't show any advantages and brilliance in front of this person. His martial arts have been greatly weakened because of the blindness of his right eye and a knife in his back, so he has become a wasted person, how can he go to the end of the world with a sword? And by what means to avenge his parents?

When this person passed in front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes wandered, and they all sighed in their hearts.

In other words, this woman not only has the beauty of the country, has the delicate appearance of sinking fish and geese, but also has two skills of pipa and guzheng, and can talk about poetry and fun, which can be described as talented! It's a pity that it's a green house girl.

"I heard that she has not yet dedicated herself to others, and many young sons of princes and nobles have come to see Fangze, but in fact, they are secretly competing with each other and want to be included in the mansion......"

Ye Meng ran away lonely, this was not a place for her to stay, and she and Qiao Nan would not meet a perfect encounter again. "Hey! What's her name?" Others picked up Ye Meng and asked, but Ye Meng pretended not to know, turned a blind eye, and waved away. Another replied, "You don't know?" Su Liji, the famous Su Liji in Jiangnan? ”

"It's not an ordinary person, you and I can't afford to climb high, be careful to touch her piece of meat, and a rich and noble son will chop you up a layer of skin." A third chimed in.

Ye Meng recklessly walked out of the pile of people like a hornet's nest, and the water was impassable, and he almost squeezed out a layer of skin on his body. In an instant, the young man in her eyes was as warm as jade, and the jade tree was in the wind, she wanted to escape, but tears fell out of her eyes unconsciously. She passed away gloomily, and smiled, and they looked at each other as if they had seen each other for the first time, their eyes were burning and fleeting.

It's just that at that time, Qiao Nan was possessed by the wind and the broken end, and Qiao Nan's primordial spirit had long been wiped out, and the body also fell to his death under the wind cliff, and the bones were gone.

But some people don't know.

She remembered that the puppet he had given her in the Yellow Grove had been carved for her by what she called Joan himself, and that he had not been with her when she was sixteen years old—at that time, he regretted that he had not known her earlier.

The leaves of the Yellow Forest blew the wind and rain, Xiao Sheng moved his soul, and took up a wisp of Qiao Nan's remnant soul, at that moment, Qiao Nan's soul quietly drilled into the brain marrow of the original owner Feng Duanya, and when he held Ye Feng's wrist, Feng Duanya didn't know whether it was himself or someone else, his soul, his heart, seemed to be occupied by foreign objects.

The object was none other than him—it happened to be him—the dead son of the Qiao family—Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan doesn't know martial arts, he is defenseless, in the next life, his wish is to be able to have peerless martial arts, then, he will not use death to protect her beloved, to complete her dream of a ranger, but Feng Duanya was the young owner of Wuzhuang at that time, strong in martial arts, with unique skills, able to protect her, and can also protect her Ye Fengzhu. Love Book House

Feng Xuanya's eyes flashed, his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, he really saw his beloved, he thought...... When he died, he would never see such a scene again, that is, Ye Feng stopped in front of him, the warmth of her hands, the warmth of her skin, all of them were touched by him.

Ye Fengzhu suddenly broke free of his hand holding him, and a trace of coolness and doubt flashed in his expression.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nan quietly spat out her lips and bared her teeth.

"You're not...... Jonan. Ye Fengzhu looked at him in surprise, and was about to withdraw his hand, so he immediately got out and left, leaving this scene like a dream.

He was by no means, by no means ......

She was stunned, horrified, frightened, and almost neighed like a horse.

He stumbled back towards the yellow grove of broken trees, and the man in a white coat was in the way in front of him, preventing her from leaving him like this.

He immediately drew his sword, and his eyes spoke of despair and grief.

She was deeply attracted by his sudden movements, her steps were stuck in the muddy and not soaked shallow ground, she couldn't move, like a thoughtless sluggish and stupid mind, and her whole body trembled without warning, and his eyes were deep and terrifying, suffocating......

At first glance, she saw that he was not a wind breaker, and his pupils were dilated, but she couldn't resist the exclamation.

Qiao Nan was shouting heartbreakingly, shouting without order and without rhythm, just shouting like this...... Finally, in the next moment, it gradually thinned and became a weak moan, she was extremely surprised, she did not understand this person, or an illusion, or some other entity, anyway, it was not Jonan, who was not her heart, could act so radically and extremely......

It's like a ghost that suddenly broke out of a certain body and broke free.,And Feng Duanya happened to be possessed by something.,It's the devil's appearance and surprise in front of him.。

His hair was messy, but he also felt like he had gone mad.

Only the green ink mole on the wing of the nose gradually shined brightly, and its appearance was renewed, like ice release, making the past vivid.

In the next second, the breeze is silent, and the autumn leaves are inseparable.

However, he skillfully laid down the sword, gave Akiki a slash on his head and face, and used the power of the wind to cut off.

Ye Feng stopped looking at him suddenly, looking at the real person in front of him.

"I am Qiao Nan, the wind is Qiao Nan, and Qiao Nan is also a true wind and a broken career."

"If it is fake, it will pay one for the fake."

He didn't forget to joke, staring at Ye Fengzhu, who was in a trance.

A green ink mole is a symbol of Qiao Nan, how could she be willing to forget, forget any details of his body? and willing to break away from his breath for a moment again......

The two of them looked at each other, and finally kissed and lingered, like a fluttering butterfly, flying down in the yellow forest, spinning in the sky, coiling in the Luoxia Waterfall in the fairyland, overlooking the waterfall cliff.

It's just that this time he went crazy once, at a certain moment, the place where the nose was straight and straight was secretly erased by the (Xuanjie Method) The green ink mole was secretly erased, and there was no Qiao Nan, and the soul had been extinguished, and the reappearance was the mist in the eyes of the people who were pulled for no reason.