Mo Lan lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Blood Dance, and suddenly felt that the warm jade was like a coquettish child, who was extremely lazy at the moment coveting the temperature and softness of his palm, leaning on his palm like a pleasure and pretending to sleep. Suddenly, I thought to myself that I was really getting more and more nervous, thinking about some strange things.

"Don't expect me to thank you." Mo Lan stretched out his hand to take the blood dance, and said lightly, venting his dissatisfaction with the guards on him by the way: "If it weren't for your guards to stop me, I don't think you would have to ask you to personally help me pick the jade, and it wouldn't be a waste of each other's time." ”

It was the first time someone had spoken to him in such a tone, and it was a woman, and he couldn't help but smile a little dumbly: "It seems that my guard is wrong?" ”

She nodded noncommittally, and by the way, she unscrupulously looked at the man in front of her from head to toe.

Light blue is the color of the clear sky. And this pure, slightly melancholy color seems to be worthy of such a man.

The soft condensation pouring down from the corners of his forehead shrouded a white face. The eyebrows are smiling, and the eyes are like stars. The two clear spring waters seemed to be swept by the wind, sweeping the nectar, brewing the purest and gentlest eyes. The moment I captured it was as if I had tasted a fine wine, and I was drunk. The curvature of the corners of her mouth, Rao is unable to accurately measure how many degrees of elevation angle should be used to bring out such a soul-stirring smile.

The black hair flew in the cold air, outlining the sultry lines, and even the slightly raised corners of the clothes fluttered in an extremely perfect posture. Everything is so demagogic in this bleak season.

It only took Mo Lan three seconds to examine him, and the visual impact of these three seconds was so strong and impressive. He was like the last trace of warmth she had found this winter, which made her a little.

How long this engraved first sight could last, she didn't know. She only knew that this life had brought her this kind of unease. There are only two people who can search for memories that can jump out of their minds as soon as they close their eyes. One is him, and the other is Si Yunyin.

However, Si Yunyin's beauty is painful and heart-wrenching, but he is refreshing.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be some similarities between the two.

"Who are you?" She almost blurted it out. After asking, I regretted it again, and felt that I was really a little abrupt.

He was a little flustered, and it was the first time that a woman had asked him so presumptuously.

It was also the first time in Jingzhou that someone didn't know who he was.

It was the first time that a woman looked at him with such eyes—not a shy flicker that he didn't dare to say, not a bold and straightforward obsession, but just a faint appreciation. But it's that kind of look, but people can look at it and remember it.

Who is he? Such a simple question, but he thought for a moment before softly spit out three words: "Si Yunqing." "He's talking by his name, not who he is.

Yes. Si Yunyin, Si Yunqing. The natural and undesecrated dignity may be the unique mark of being a royal person.

"Si Yun is light, the cloud is light, the wind is light and the clouds ......are light," Mo Lan muttered a few words in a low voice, smiling lazily at the person in front of him, but with an indescribable estrangement, "This name suits you very well." After she finished speaking, she stopped and walked in the direction of the zither.

"The wind is light and the clouds ......are light," her murmur kept echoing in his ears, like a small worm that stirred up a little ripple in his heart.

Si Yun looked at the departing figure in a daze, with a momentary distraction.