Dumping water and returning to the Dumping Mansion, he was inexplicably a little lost, and after the loss, he was as sober as ever.

Zhou Yuan, the little servant, felt a little heartache when she saw him like this, but she didn't dare to express it.

"Zhou Yuan, bathing and changing clothes......" Shui Ran turned his head and glanced at him.

"Shower first, then change clothes." He reminded, word by word, as if it were about to splash blood, and from between his mouth, the sorrow and resentment, which no one knew and no one knew, gradually penetrated into the bone marrow, overflowed from between his fingers, spread the mist, and permeated the whole room.

At that moment, Zhou Yuan saw a different Shui Ran son, in the past, he had never brewed that look between his eyebrows, but now somehow, he suddenly felt so emotional.

He closed his eyes and lowered his eyelashes, and there was a bay of water and moon in his eyes, and a trace of shallowness passed by. In the next second, it was back to the same state.

There are still sparse shadows, and the sky is clear and shallow. Looking at the moon and enjoying the Wu Garden, hating the Guanghan Palace Tree, the wind swaying down. Berry masonry sweeps the bead dust, the jejunum is broken, and the smoker embers are stumped with the calyx. There are still surplus flowers in the autumn of the palace, and the smoke window is locked. The new geese and the unprovoked delivery of people on the river, the short pavilion is at the beginning.

Fence corners. Dream by promise. People smile, and their sleeves are thin. Leisurely drunk soul awakening, secluded bushes, poignant mist and rain desert. The evening blows the autumn sound, and the goldfinch is empty in the morning. The Ming Dynasty thought, there are still a few bee yellows, accompany me to consider.

A stop and a fall, a breath and a breath, drinking in the water bath, the pot of wine is difficult to sell intoxicating, full of emotion, wrapped in the west wind to release the burden, the window lattice on the quarter moon, but I don't know, where the burden comes from, alone and alone, dragging forward.

The arms are heavy, the heart is like a rock, a blow seems to be broken, and it is forced to fold itself, such as the blue and white dragon with a lid plum bottle, and the light glaze that rises and falls. All of this is buried in the heart of the pouring water, except for him, others are quietly unaware.

Drink some poetry, the mist is wet, everything is full of mirrors, flowers and moons, empty things! It dawned on him now, as if he was worried......

"Zhou Yuan will get me some food." After bathing and changing, the first rays of dawn shone in, and he knew that it was daylight, and what about the poem he had just recited silently?

"Huh, hee-hee." He chuckled, at this time, the second son of this scene was as before, and then closed his eyes, locked thousands of autumn waters, and then dragged away, the wind blew the flowers and plants in the corridor, and covered a thing and a thing was just obscure. The smile is shallow, the white clothes fall to the ground, the meteors fly to the waterfall, and the mortal dust falls.

When I came to the kitchen, Wushuang was cooking food at this time!

As soon as he stepped into the shoe, he crashed into her, and Wushuang simply took the opportunity to pounce into his arms—leaning forward, and the curtain ended. The slender jade hands rested lightly on his chest, and when he heard his voice, he held his breath and his heart beat hard...... Bumped, as if he wanted to bump out of his arms like a plump and snow-white white rabbit, but the heat flow was suppressed, not allowing anyone to notice, and it slowly bubbled in his heart. For the first time in her life, she tasted the generosity and warmth of a man's heart, which was much more precious than the temporary or long-term happiness brought by money and fame, and human affection was the most precious, but as a slave - how could she reach that desire.

His smile faded, for some reason. His eyes were closed, like thin lips pursed...... It's like a wisp of wrinkles lurking at the height of the brow.

The moment he let go of his hand, a trace of warmth was as dark as ashes, obviously before the change, he thought that this kind of "teasing" was true, he thought it was simple and feasible, and did not leave any troubles and burdens afterwards - now, he thought about when and where this warmth came from, and for what kind of mood and purpose. This warmth is unique, déjà vu, similar to usual, but it is hidden deep in his heart, and he can't dig it out, he wants to study it deeply, but he can go on with it, but after all, it is fruitless.

The merry son, today, has also fallen to such a state, and he is stumped by the love of his children. It must have been a certain part of the scene that he used to do, commonly known as "acting on the spot", taking a thousand sails on the side of the boat, and a short section of it was not the flat boat, going down the river.

"What is moored and docked is always nothing more than ethereal, nothing." Next to him, the fourth young master Qian Haolan accidentally clicked, he was one year older, and he naturally knew a lot of things, and he had more worries in his mind. Almost all the princes and nobles of the city grew up overnight, and at that time, as the youngest member of the Dumpling Mansion, it was natural to join its ranks.

However, the fourth young master can't say it, he has to hide it from time to time, all these intentions are for the good of the second brother, right, who is the ...... His mother persecuted him. If his mother hadn't taught him to do this, he would have told his brother all these facts. With a pout, he rolled up the books on the table and left, leaving only a thick pile that took root in the steam of the study. TXT Book House

At that time, the chestnut tree outside, looking at it like a white caterpillar, looked at it like a scattered star, pure and beautiful, and the swaying bamboo branches that could not be separated from his eyeballs, and the unknown flowers—elegant and beautiful, unique, and untainted with vulgarity.

"Alas......" Pour the water turned around and sighed, the breath was shallow, but it was depressed, and it made him think for a long time. But he didn't notice the movement of the little boy, he was still in a daze, and stared at the chestnut tree in the courtyard, towering to the sky, but he took off his green clothes. The wind blows, but it can't blow away a thought...... The man, like a sculpture, was made of wood.

I don't remember, but I still have to suffer so many sins. But it is precisely because he doesn't remember that he seems to be a different person, in the eyes of others, the second son of the tilt not only reined in his hands and feet all of a sudden, but attributed it to the reason - he is ready to calm down and take care of many affairs of the tilting house; Or is it because I'm tired of playing this trick and style that has come up with all kinds of tricks in the past. As everyone knows, he was so depressed and entangled in his heart because of something he couldn't remember, and he didn't have any other thoughts.

He thought to himself, he must have lost someone before, but—why did he pursue so much? He used to spend the moon before and after, but he wouldn't pursue so much.

But if you lose this person, you lose it, you lose it, but why is it until now that he misses it, what does this mean?

Depressed and depressed! There is nowhere to discharge! Well placed!

He entered the bedroom, and had just returned home from the study. Zhou Yuan just sent a snack, it was hot, steaming hot, and it was particularly heartwarming in this early winter.

At this time, did he miss her too? Although he had forgotten everything about her, he still remembered it! Someday, he might think about it, just in case...... Has there ever been a failure of the Xuanjie Method? Ye Feng stopped thinking nonsense, but the boundless things that he was thinking about over and over again in his mind were utopian after all, and he hadn't taken actual action yet. The current situation is all caused by her, no one is to blame, not to blame Zhang Yixiao for being a traitor or a traitor, not to blame Xu Yanling and Wu Shuang, and not to blame ...... Others, if you want to blame, she can only blame herself, she gave birth to the wrong person, it backfired, and her fate should be like this.

Being in the court and the opposition, and the heart in the Han, a thought inexplicably brought Ye Feng back to the "fairyland......

In the Xuanyuan Palace, Mo Yijing taught Ye Feng the spell of stopping the flying eagle - that is, the skills and moves of flying eaves and walls, and routines.

If you don't look closely, you may think that it is an ordinary type of clothing of the Wuhu Qiang tribe, with obsidian-like eyes on it, a black panther with obsidian eyes, a blue and white python, a butterfly frolicking, and a flying sparrow. Ye Feng stopped staring at her suspiciously, and before he had time to see clearly, he saw Mo Yijing's feet rise into the air and fall to the ground, just like a god, the strange color that flashed in his eyes fluttered with a burst of dance, and it was full of strange things, and immediately caught Ye Fengzhu's eyeballs, and when she relaxed, she realized that it was just an illusion.

Mo Yijing took a few steps and made a few steps, jumped briskly to her, stretched out a hand, the palm of which was a brocade belt, and reached out to sniff before Ye Feng stopped his nostrils, "Ahhh Ye Feng stopped sneezing, "What is this?" Ye Fengzhu asked curiously.

"Yes, of course...... I won't tell you, in short, this is a drug brought by the Western Regions. ”

"It's a hallucination!" Ye Feng stopped and exclaimed.

Mo Yijing said seriously: "Now I will teach you the art of flying eagles......" This was the first time Ye Feng had seen her like this, just a glance, and he was caught by the concentration of her eyes.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't be like this!" In the blink of an eye, Mo Yijing jumped up again vividly.

"Hmm." Ye Feng stopped and cocked his jaw in a perfect arc, which was the first time Mo Yijing smiled when he saw her—after being ruthlessly abandoned and betrayed by the second son.

In the Xuanyuan Palace, two people are on the beams of the house, one is as light as a swallow, and the other is like walking on thin ice, step by step.

Time passed little by little, and Ye Feng's technique of stopping quietly improved.

But invisibly, there is also a hint of wind. I don't know who revealed this rumor, and then it reached the ears of the white-bearded old man in the Honeysuckle Palace.