"Tell me your name." The man looked at the petite mass in front of him and shrunk into his chest, but his voice did not rise or fall.

"En", the girl's big eyes turned around, this person's voice was cold, although the fabric on his body was thin but warm to the touch, it was by no means something that ordinary people could use, presumably this person was either rich or expensive, "Well, yes, yes..."

"Childe, this man should be a mute, it's not worth your time... The minions are talking more, the minions are talking more...", followed by the sound of applause. If it's just the minion's own palm, there is nothing in this cannibalistic capital, and the girl is surprised by the strength of the minion's own palm.

Before the girl could figure out why, the slapping stopped, and she leaned against the human stove without speaking, presumably making a stop gesture.

The man leaned on her in his arms like this, and walked forward on his own, and she did not make a sound, but silently counted in her heart how many miles she had walked and where she should have been.

The man walked along the corridor slowly, full of the style of a beautiful son.

It's just that the more the man is like this, the more uneasy the girl's heart is, first, the road of this pedestrian is full of turns, but they are all some hidden and inaccessible, and he is very familiar, and second, if there is no outsider on the side, it is very rare to be able to hold a body at such an age, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child, but what about this person? This person's identity will never be simple.

The girl nestled in this man's arms, her little head moving back and forth, circling in her thoughts.

"Huh?" Suddenly I felt that my head was fixed, and I was very unhappy, and the words of reprimand were replaced by a cat-like period Ai Ai at the time of exit. The girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief, almost, but fortunately, she felt as if she was still not free, and she was unwilling to push her head upwards to express her dissatisfaction.

The man received the dissatisfaction of the cat-like person in his arms, but he didn't want to take his hand away, just now this little furry head moved around, causing him to want to throw her out, but the feeling of his hand on her hair was very good, it turned out that holding a small animal felt like this?

Well, it feels good, maybe you can keep her all the time, just like the glass raised by that person.

The girl didn't know what this person was thinking, and when she saw that she couldn't break free, she stopped struggling, and nestled in his arms to keep warm, anyway, it wouldn't take a quarter of an hour to get there.

It's here.

Although I am very reluctant to use this natural heater, if I am discovered, I will definitely be annoyed to death, but since this person has helped himself, he must have something in return. The girl was a little anxious, and moved her body, but she hit a hard thing on the man's waist. Reaching out, it was actually a jade pendant. Let's take one token first, and we'll talk about the rest later.

The whistle of "shhhh

It's fleeting.

A white shadow flickered in the air, and a "meow" sounded right on the man's head. The girl saw the timing and skillfully broke free from the man's embrace, jumped to the ground, lifted her skirt, and ran lightly to the flowers on the side.

"Ruri, come down." There was no trace of superfluous expression on the man's face, and he still looked quiet, as if he was commonplace.

"Meow!" after an extremely reluctant cry, the white cat jumped from the man's head into his arms. As if knowing that he had done something wrong, the white cat, with its fleshy little paws, put it on the man's face and patted it gently.

The man ignored him, just looked at the back of the little girl running deep into the alley. She ran a little flustered, and a little absent-minded. She didn't seem to see the abandoned wooden barrel thrown by someone in front of her, so she rushed over in a daze and fell to the ground.

"Master, do you want me to go..."

"No, you don't." The man's thin lips were gently lifted upward, and he smiled a little evilly, "This palace is so big, where can a little palace maid go?" Let's go, the man is probably in a hurry. ”

When he said this, the man didn't look at the girl who was running away, and he didn't see the girl groping aimlessly with her hands when she got up and wanted to pick up the jade pendant that was scattered on the ground after falling.

Hearing that there was no sound of chasing behind her, the girl lay on the ground and groped for a while but did not find the jade pendant stolen from the man, "I don't know where to go," the girl pricked up her ears while groping and listened carefully to the movement behind her, "Forget it, it's not a way to find it like this, and people don't often come to this alley, just send someone to find it when you go back." ”

The girl muttered that although there was no movement behind her, she still felt that it was inappropriate, so she hurriedly got up and left.

The corridor twists and turns.

It's like a hundred turns and a thousand turns of people's hearts.

"Meow." The white cat lay in the man's arms and enjoyed the man's gentle massage.

"Ruri, why are you so fat?" The man combed his long hair with his fingers with disgust, but there was a hint of indulgence in his tone.

"I'm finally willing to come back." There was a bit of ridicule in the calm male voice.

"Meow." Before the man could react, the white cat in his arms exploded the fur on his body.

The man didn't seem to see the white cat's reaction, and gently stroked its white fur with one hand to soothe it: "Well, I'm going to come back sooner or later anyway." ”

"How did you bring it? Qiu Ping, take it down. ”

"Don't bother your people, I'll take it with me. It's just that I don't understand, do you not want to see it, or don't you want to think of people you don't want to think of because you see it? The man sighed lightly, raised his head and locked Mo Chengfeng's eyes tightly, and gently pressed the position on his chest with one hand, "But no matter where she goes, dead or alive, she has lived here." ”

"So you haven't come back all these years, just to find her?" His voice was steady and steady, without a hint of undulation, as if he was not asking a question, but simply stating a fact.

The man watched Liuli return to his usual docile appearance under his comfort, arching his palms with his head from time to time, and couldn't help but wonder: "Liuli is still the same as it was, I'll take it back to me later." ”

The man didn't miss the slightly frowning and stretched sword eyebrows of the person in front of him, and finally, did he begin to regret it?

The already handsome and unparalleled face back then is now more majestic and calm, Sister Qing didn't look at the wrong person, but she really saw it but still chose this road with no way out without hesitation, thorns pierced her body, and she walked all over her body, and she didn't get a trace of his forbearance and pity. Finally, after completely losing Sister Qing, he began to regret it, right? There is no woman who really loves him alone. Silently weighing the weight of the glass, the man closed his eyes, hiding the thick pain and mockery that could not be dissolved under his eyes.

"Just came back, stay in the palace for a while, and when your house is all cleaned up, it's not too late to go back."

"Good. Ruri, let's go, let's eat something good. The man got up with Ruri in his arms. The silk clothes are most afraid of being pressed, and the folds one by one extend on his back, but in the eyes of others, they add a little uninhibited. He didn't care, he raised his feet and strode towards the door, and his figure paused a little at the moment he crossed the threshold, but he didn't look back: "Brother, have you ever regretted it?" ”

The voice was as soft as the snow of that year, as if the wind blew away, but it did not easily wet the clothes and cool the heart.

The man knew the man had heard.

Night.

On the edge of the isolated cliff, a girl dressed in white stroked the piano, the sound of the piano curled, with the hair that could not tell the loneliness, like a waterfall, scattered behind her, and became more and more black and shiny against the background of the white clothes. Mo Chenfeng watched this scene coldly, until another man arrived, and the woman raised her head and smiled.

Mo Chenfeng's pupils constricted, staring at the man's hand combing the woman's waist-length hair, watching the hand turn from long hair to the woman's cheek, and then slowly moved to the woman's placket. Mo Chenfeng couldn't bear it, and strode forward but was blinded by the fog protruding from the mountains, and the figures of the two people melted into the fog, and he couldn't really see it, but he clearly heard the woman's broken voice.

Mo Chenfeng was already carried away by anger, he pulled out the sword he carried with him and stabbed forward, the thick white mist dispersed, and was replaced by a blood mist spurting from the woman's chest.

The woman held the blade of the sword with her hand stroking the qin, there was incomprehension and heartache in her clear eyes, and when her gaze moved down, she saw Mo Chenfeng's trembling hand, she smiled, and smiled softly and poignantly: "Chenfeng, do you regret it?" Without waiting for Mo Chenfeng to answer, the woman slowly pulled out the sword that pierced her chest little by little with her hand, "Why do you still want to ask?" You said you wouldn't regret it. The woman lowered her head and didn't see Mo Chenfeng's pupils dilated by fear, "I won't pester you anymore, can you laugh?" The woman didn't look up, "Brother Feng, you look the best when you smile." ”

Mo Chenfeng watched the red roses on the woman's chest bloom more and more, and wanted to reach out to hug her crumbling body, but after all, he was a step too late.

The woman retreated to the edge of the cliff and closed her eyes, didn't look at him again, leaned back, and her bloody white clothes flew in the cold wind, with a resolute color, "Mo Chenfeng, don't see each other again in this life." ”

"Come back!"

"Someone! Your Majesty, what's wrong? It's scared to death of the old slave. Zou Ping bowed down and handed over a bright yellow handkerchief.

"Stand down, all of you." Mo Chenfeng closed his eyes, the events in the dream were vivid, and an unknown feeling floated in his heart, did he regret it?