This question is not that she has not thought about it, but thousands of times, but she has never reached a conclusion. What's also tricky is that her red-clothed Youling is very likely to be the original Ye Fengzhu...... She was alive and not dead.

The fire was very hot, and because they were closer, the two faces were quietly roasted to the point that they were almost ripe, and they were as red as sweet potatoes, and one was about to lose its skin, and it was shiny.

The next day, the night before was damp with rain, and the ground under the eaves was not dry, and the water was shining.

The thin and weak leaves are still swaying on the ground, shallow with the wind, and the remnants of the tree are moving.

Recently, Wu Xia handed the upper and lower disciples a book of swordsmanship secrets, which was passed from the highest to the lowest level, and it happened to be passed to Ye Fengzhu on this day.

Turning over and over, I saw a leaf mixed in with it, and when the wind blew, it accidentally rolled down.

Quietly ignored by Ye Feng, the leaf was inconspicuous, and what stood out was a white piece of paper covered with handwriting.

The handwriting is elegant and beautiful, and sure enough, the person is like his words - it is his second son who will write.

She touched the texture lightly, as if she were touching a treasure again.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a year, and everything is confusing from the time I came to the passenger ship to what happened in the city.

She Ye Feng stopped with the hope of escaping the palace, away from the determination of Cuiping Pavilion, and descended to a new world, but she didn't know that it was far more dangerous than she imagined.

Taught him to write carefully, or when he went down the mountain for a while, she taught him word by word.

Therefore, because I can't forget the scene when she and him snuggled up to him outside the calligraphy and painting shop - later, Wu Zhuangzhi's snatching of the pen was just a temptation, and the lack of peace and white caused an accident, which made him feel disgusted and even bored with the second son, he must not have understood her intentions at that time, and why she did it, he must have felt that she suddenly went crazy.

She also imagined that one day, she would be able to teach him how to use the pen in the open and bright, but the handwriting would not be as perfect as she wished.

It's just that there are some things that he may have forgotten.

Not all of his memories were recovered—he had forgotten the details.

"Ling'er!" Ye Feng stopped looking up at a person, and that person was Ling'er in white.

In the afternoon, Ling'er asked Sister Murong to help her control the wind, and she wanted to practice the Soul Dance in the Circle Hall of No Man.

On this day, it happened that the disciples all went down the mountain, saying that there was something important.

The so-called Soul Dance is to wrap the white silk cloth belt, tie its whole body to the beam, and operate in the air, one move and one style, all require the person who practices martial arts to have good physical flexibility and high psychological quality.

Unless his light skills are excellent, otherwise, if he falls down, without any prevention and control measures, he will definitely not be disabled, and he will be scared half to death, not to mention the hanging beam of the Longyu Pavilion - it is several zhang higher than that of an ordinary room.

Ye Fengzhu felt that this matter was inappropriate, and he still felt that it would be better to do it another day. Something happened, and she really couldn't care about it alone.

But Ling'er said that this matter is only feasible today, and she will not be disturbed by others, and she can calm down.

"Alright then!" Sister Murong in Yu Ling'er's mouth agreed.

Pouring water but did not come out of the Longyu Pavilion, at this time, he quietly appeared and watched from the side, but neither of them was aware of it.

The door of the round hall is open, revealing the breeze, the moistness of the water, and the tinkling of the spring. The face of a man is reflected.

The patches were framed by red panes, and the weather was suddenly exceptionally sunny, and the white silk in the round hall also changed from gray and dull to icy and jade, and became beautiful.

Ye Feng's graceful and wonderful posture was all displayed in front of Shui Ran's eyes.

She hooked white silk with her feet, and tied the silk thread upside down with one hand, which was woven from the silk of the Tianshan Mountains, and her eyes flew like a sword hooked away, like an arrow on the string.

I demonstrated what a real soul dance is.

Ling'er clapped her hands and applauded, alarming the white-robed son who was beside her, the second son.

Ye Feng stopped and put it down, the streamers were better than the snow, the red clothes were shocking, and he stepped on the ground, like a lotus circle, and the tips of his heart were quite soft around his fingers, and the birds and finches in the tall trees outside were also moved.

I was a little dumbfounded when I saw the dumping, as the saying goes, even the harazi was about to flow out.

Unexpectedly...... Even if Ye Fengzhu was shocked, he couldn't stop her original appearance.

She is still extremely confident, although she has lost her beauty, she has also lost the pity and love of thousands of people.

When he thought of this, he threw away the identity of the red-clothed Youling, and she Ye Fengzhu still had an identity - that is, the extremely hidden identity of "Zhu Xuanyu", she was the emperor's flesh and blood, and her dearest and beloved bloodline......

"Pour water!" Ye Feng stopped and shouted, and arrived in front of him, disdainful and indifferent, and his tone did not have the slightest warmth.

Just like the sword she held in her hand, there was a hint of coolness, and a shallow wind struck, penetrating between the locked eyebrows, and couldn't help but make him shiver.

When I came to this Longyu Pavilion, I don't know if there are other unexpected dangers.

"Are you worried about me......" Ye Feng stopped speculating, boldly and fearlessly speculating about his second son's thoughts.

Pouring water suddenly didn't know why, his fingers were at a loss, it was true that he had a little gaffe just now, out of his mind, as if he was in a fugue state.

"Hahaha." He smiled awkwardly and threw a look at her.

The two of them were silent, their eyes facing each other, forming a line.

Ling'er came among them, coughed, and cleared her throat.

"You ......"

"We?" "Please don't put me with her, she—but...... Be as stingy as you want. ”

Leaving Ye Feng to stop alone in the round hall, Ling'er didn't know what he meant.

"So, are you broad-minded and selfless?" Ye Feng stopped gambling on the airway.

"You're careful, don't compare yourself to anyone else!"

"A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, it couldn't be more suitable for you."

The words are like hemp, tied to the flesh of Ye Feng's heart. Raindrop Book House

But he hit the nail on the head and scored three points.

There was nothing wrong with what he said, and it was true that her eyes could not rub any sand, and could not contain anyone between her and the water.

He turned away, one step at a time, not at all paused for a moment by her words.

"Cut!" was so angry that Ye Feng stopped breathing and didn't come out.

He knew why she was angry, and he wanted to stimulate her and provoke her with words.

Pour water has never been in the habit of doing it yourself.

But now, he's starting to make up the medicine.

asked Wushuang to prepare for him what he should have, garlic mortars, and pestles, small gauze sieves to sift the residue.

He will use these one by one, single-mindedly and attentively, focusing on the same thing, a small round table for pounding medicine.

From beginning to end, Wushuang never saw her son-in-law step out of the house.

One step away, only the pink flowers and leaves in front of the table - nothing more than those picked lotus, mixed with some dead branches and leaves, which were not destroyed by the wind and rain last night.

Seeing that her son-in-law is so not afraid of trouble, I don't know whose girl has this blessing.

Last time, she didn't succeed, and Childe didn't suspect her about it, hey...... What a blessing in the midst of misfortune!

It's all to blame...... The red-clothed actress didn't know that she was so shameless.

Pouring water turned his eyebrows, it was really beautiful...... She couldn't take her eyes off for a while.

"Go and give these things to Ling'er! Tell her to transfer it to the red-clothed girl. ”

Dense beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, which he had only done after a busy afternoon.

Stacks of small medicine bags, turned over and over, put a little special recipe in the potion through the sieve, which is harmless and pollution-free, ensuring that these things will not rot for two or three months.

His fingers have broken skin, which makes Wushuang, a little girl with a ghostly heart, very distressed, and he can't get rid of his eyes for a while.

It's really hard for him to give these things to others, or to be a person who doesn't care about himself.

This red-clothed lady is really, please who is not good, but he has to bother his son-in-law.

As everyone knows, he did it himself, and he couldn't complain about others, and he was willing and willing.

"Wushuang, let's send it now!" Pouring water and signaling to her, Wushuang did not hurry, and left the attic.

"Yes...... Sent? Ye Feng asked rhetorically, looking incredulous.

Ling'er didn't answer, she was quietly sulking in her heart, jealous, and touched the tip of her nose sourly.

"Is it really him?" Ye Feng stopped muttering to himself, looking at the stacks of small medicine bags in his hand with a smile.

Stuck in the air are one person's doubts and doubts, and another's boredom and resentment.

Mo Yan was a little unhappy when he heard that Shui Ran had sent the red-clothed Youling herbs to treat scars and eliminate marks.

Last time, he was still talking and laughing with Wu Shuang?

I really can't wait to kick away this erratic guy who pours water.

He also went to see what happened to the red-clothed Youling.

"Wan'er, are you okay?" Mo Yan asked, and saw Ling'er again, Ling'er has always been inseparable from Ye Feng.

Where there is a ling'er, there will be a leaf wind to stop, and where there is a leaf wind to stop, there will be a ling'er.

"Well, Sister Wan'er, she's very good!" Ling'er looked unhappy, pouted, and pointed to the two people at the stone steps next to her.

Two words to describe it, lingering is not an exaggeration.

"Sister Ling'er, ...... you" Mo Yan looked at her as always, without any emotion and color, so cold that it was the same as his breath, only to see Ling'er squatting down, her soft ass sticking to the cold and hard bluestone bricks, poofing and suffocating, but she didn't make a sound.

"Angry?" Mo Yan also squatted down, his eyebrows flashed a hint of relief, a heavy black silk hibiscus robe rested lightly, a crisp and loud sound, two jade hands on the cold bluestone texture, the dark stone did not shine, it was so dark that it was about to sink to the bottom of the pool, and the dark ink pupils were covered with a layer of mist, no longer looking at the two people, and I didn't want to suffer any more heartache.

The voice was quite deep and tactful......

"Sister, when did I become your sister?" Ling'er pouted.

"Wan'er, Wan'er, didn't you keep calling you very well before, and Sister Murong is the sister in the minds of you people?" Ling'er took advantage of the fact that Sister Murong and Brother Shui Ran were not paying attention, and knocked on her kneecaps, her legs swaying.

As she was bored in her heart......

"I ......" Mo Yan didn't make a sound.

"My heart for you is different from that for her."

"I treat you like a sister...... And ......"

"What's wrong again?" Ling'er's light eyes suddenly threw at Moyan Gongzi.

He was eight years older than her, so he naturally faced her as a big brother, just like pouring water......

"Brother Shui Ran, who you keep shouting, is also the same as me......"

"Humph!" Ling'er snorted secretly, then kept it in her heart and stopped talking.

Mo Yan got up, but his body was not settled.

Walked towards the Longyu Pavilion.