The spring is cold, the small swing behind the flower town is covered with crystal dewdrops, and the butterflies fluttering in the morning are circling around and falling in her eyes, everything is dry and sad.

He stretched out her fingers, and the butterfly landed on her fingertips.

The slightly fluttering butterfly wings couldn't help but remind her of the butterfly bridge on the top of the nightmare. At that time, in order to set up a strategy to trap 096, Shen Miao knew that there was no return, but he still let his ignorant self go to the butterfly bridge.

She couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment, how much else had he been hiding from himself, all the tenderness he had shown in the past was an illusion, just to better control his stupid pawn.

"Exploit, suspicion...... What else?" she was stunned.

After sitting on the cool swing for a day, I returned to the temple at dusk, my legs stiff and my face swollen. The maid warms the face with water, and the hot water touches the skin of the face, which is spicy.

She was so calm that she dispersed her servant and wanted to go to bed and go to sleep. These waking days are all gloomy clouds and mist of misery, only the dreams are muddy, and the pain in the heart can be relieved a little.

With a "bang", he accidentally tripped over something on the ground while walking, and when he looked down, it was a brown-gray oilcloth package. There is a secluded qin that Shen Shen gave her in the bamboo forest, and those piano scores that carry a little bit of affection.

After not acting for a long time, a faint layer of ash fell on the oilcloth bag.

He Yan Zhi was stunned and hugged the grate, and his heart that had just been calm burned again.

I still remember the last time I stroked the piano, a string and a column are containing infinite affection, and today, as if in a different world, do you still need to stroke this piano again?

She sat on the ground suddenly, trying to pluck the strings twice, her fingers were stiff and wooden, but she could no longer play the beautiful sound of "Thoughtful".

I only heard the sound of "clang", and the string broke.

He Yan smiled sadly, the person who gave the song has long been gone, what is the point of the piano being alone in the world?

The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo.

Yu Yu dove!

No edible mulberries.

Yu Wow Girl!

There is no such thing as a delay.

The skewness of the scholar can still be said.

The woman's timidity cannot be said.

After thinking about it for a long time, she finally understood.

Whether it's sparkling or herself, that's all there is!

......

He Yu has been depressed for many days, but she doesn't know that the outside world has turned the world upside down.

After the Emperor of the Shangqing Dynasty for a long time, there was no news of him, and the gods of the Shangqing Dynasty such as Yuanjun, Lou Che, Taiyin and others fell one after another, and the huge heavenly realm was already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, crumbling, and those with ambitions from all walks of life were even more ready to move.

You don't have to observe carefully, you will find that there are more teams of Xuanhuang people everywhere in Shangqing these days. The person in this kind of clothes doesn't need to look much to know that it is the person who is clothed, and the defeat of the seventy-two towers seems to have caused the entire Shangqing to fall into the hands of the cloth.

People who come and go to the Heavenly Gate must be screened by Phi Fu's subordinates, and the immortals who originally lived in Shangqing could not go out easily. Phi Fu has already controlled Shangqing, looking at this fierce momentum, he has the intention of being the emperor.

Ziwei Xingjun and Muke are struggling to support the overall situation, but Shangqing is still leaking on all sides like a broken sailboat, and the evil demons are even more pervasive, as if the building is about to collapse, and they can't resist the powerful Phi Fu.

The undercurrent is surging, an invisible pressure is accumulating, exuding an incomparably dangerous and anxious aura, which is about to collapse like never before.

If it were the same as before, He Yan would definitely be desperate to confront Phi Fu...... And now, there is a sad sneer on the corner of her mouth, there are some things that she can't do with wishful thinking.

When she woke up at noon, she came over again, and she still sent her away with cold words, with that indifferent appearance, as if she was left behind and independent, so that people did not dare to approach. Awakening and thinking about it, I was afraid that she would be unable to get rid of her knots and feel sorry for herself, so she specially called two maidservants to take care of her, and monitored her actions by the way.

The two maidservants were both fairies who had just ascended, one was called Hua Er and the other was called Cao'er. He Yan has only rectified his mind in the past few days, and he sees that the two of them are smart and intelligent, and they don't talk much on weekdays to annoy people, but they don't deliberately embarrass them.

On the seventh day, the flowers brought a packet of herbs from the mortal world, and the faint smell could not relieve the worries of many days, but it was refreshing.

He Yu sat in front of the dressing table, staring at himself in the bronze mirror in a daze, his face was pale, thin and haggard, he had not made up for a few days, and he had become such a person. She grabbed a strand of hair, and a white hair suddenly appeared in front of her.

She sighed. The dust is lingering, lazy caressing the seven-stringed green Qi, the frost is full of temples, and the shame is to look at the hundred refining bronze. Now I really feel it.

Hua'er picked up a wooden comb and grated her hair, "Girl don't mind. In the past few days, the girl has been worried and worried, and it is inevitable that she will be angry for a while, and give birth to this white hair. The slave maid and the grass have been white grape elves since childhood, and they know the spirituality of the grass and trees best, and they will carefully regulate the girl in the future. ”

He Yan didn't want to touch her heart, put the medicine bag on her side, and said lightly: "Hmm." After a long pause, he said, "Lock up the broken guqin in front of the table for me, and I won't play it again in the future." ”

Hua'er answered, and asked about the reason for Hefei, who only said that his finger was injured and he couldn't move this broken bone.

After saying that, I was dumbfounded, where is the thing that hurts the bones, it is clearly the sad thing!

After a while, Cao'er came in to bring breakfast to He'er, and He Yan vaguely glimpsed that there seemed to be a figure flashing outside, so she asked Cao'er to close the doors and windows, and asked, "Isn't the outside world peaceful?"

Cao'er's face was worried, and she only said, "It's none of the girl's business." Now the people outside are noisy and shouting, and they have been making trouble for a long time, saying that there is some assassin who intends to assassinate the young emperor, and they are searching the palace in a hurry!"

Hua'er glared at Cao'er, and said angrily: "The girl has just had some spirits, what are you doing with these dirty things!"

"Young Emperor?" He Yu was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Rong Xiao Geqi was the matter of the Young Emperor. After Shen Shen left decisively that day, he only cared about the pain of his own love, but he never remembered that Rong Xiao Geqi was still in the hands of his brothers and sisters.

She couldn't help but be disdainful and ashamed, what is this for, coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes?

The past is gone, yesterday can't be left, no matter what, I can't be depressed anymore.

Cao'er hurriedly stopped, "Don't be frightened, girl, it's something that can't be hindered." ”

He Yan said suspiciously: "You just said that there is an assassin who wants to assassinate the young emperor?"

Cao'er saw that Heyu had a solemn face, and said, "The slave doesn't dare to talk nonsense." Right now, Jiang Qi's thief is leading a group of people to search for the assassin, and if he can't catch it, it will be another big mess. ”

Jiang Qi and He Yan couldn't help but sneer, this time Phi Fu can be regarded as promoting the old man who was in the box.

He asked, "Where did the assassins come from?"

Before Cao'er could speak, Hua'er hurriedly said, "Don't inquire, girl! The slave maid heard that the assassin was really mad, and he had killed many people in the past, and it was terrible. The girl is recovering from a serious illness, so don't stain her ears. ”

He Yu faintly felt that something was not right, and said in a deep voice: "But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Cao'er also seemed to be a little scared, and said tremblingly: "Actually, the slave doesn't know about it. I only heard that this person failed to assassinate the young emperor, but was shot in the left leg by the heavenly soldiers and generals, and he didn't know where to flee in the chaos......"

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