Yaoxi frowned.

"The ancestor asked the fourth girl to go up the mountain to visit the seventh aunt, if you don't see it and go back now, I'm afraid she will blame."

The little nun was probably a little embarrassed, so she said, "It's better for the two donors to stay in the nunnery temporarily, and maybe Yang Shizhu will want to see you when he wants." ”

Yaoxi couldn't be the master, and looked at the autumn.

Qiu Yinong nodded, no opinion.

The little nun placed them in a side house and went down.

This mountain is very quiet, and the autumn mood is also happy, since the Yang family doesn't want to see her now, then she will wait.

It's a good time to think about what to do next.

And when it came to night, it began to rain.

Qiu Yinong sent Yaoxi down to rest, sitting alone in front of the window and looking at the gloomy night outside, he was slightly distracted, and remembered some old things.

That night there was a lot of thunder, and Zhan Yu went to Qianqiu Palace to find her.

With two sharp swords with his own hands, he nailed her to the pillar of the gazebo.

He said, "Eleven, does it hurt?" ”

He even asked her if it hurt!!

Qiu Yinong thinks about it now, his body is trembling, and he feels the pain in his arm, which spreads to his heart little by little.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and suddenly a low and graceful flute broke through the cold and dark night and echoed in the mountains.

She subconsciously felt that she had heard this song somewhere.

Strangely, her body actually moved.

Uncontrolled by her brain, her body moved on its own, heading out for the door, following the soul-piercing sound of the flute.

The sound of this flute is like a curse.

Her body has been controlled by the sound of the flute.

This incident surprised Qiu Yinong and immediately felt frightened.

A picture kept flashing in front of him, the man was as cold as snow, the edges and corners were like eagles, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all decisive and decisive.

The woman snuggled up to his chest is full of charm and infinite beauty.

She caressed his chest with both hands, and looked down at her with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

She said: "Princess, you can go with peace of mind, I will take care of this country and this man for you." ”

The man stood in the wind, his eyes looking at her like knives: "Eleven, it's all because you have the blood of the Zhao family in your body, you are born to be rebellious, damn it." ”

Damn it!!

A swaddling child was thrown from the fence over there, and the bloody child inside the swaddling clothes had already died.

A sharp pain rose in her chest, a thousand pounds of weight ran over her heart and lungs, and a grief overflowed from her throat, angina.

The pain was so painful that she could barely stand.

"But you hate it?"

The song is over, and a low Qinghua voice is leisurely, seemingly careless, but it is clear in the heart.

Autumn is not only then can I see where I am clearly.

It's a long way from the dust extinguishing hermitage.

On the altar of the soul, the white veil hung down layer by layer, and the strong wind blew the layers of gauze tent, and the person was vaguely seen leaning on the soft couch.

The white clothes hung down arbitrarily in front of the couch.

The black hair was sprinkled on the white clothes, and the wind blew them, and the face could not be seen clearly, except for the slender figure, and the white neck peeking out from the slightly open clothes.

The vague figure is lazy and casual, but it is peerless, stunning in the world.

Such a person should be found only in heaven.

Qiu Yi was stunned, this person used a song to summon her, and she had no ability to resist, why?

Her words were cold: "Who are you?" What kind of magic did you cast on me? ”

The man in the tent squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Your life is from this palace, why do you need any demon magic?" ”

Autumn was shocked: "What do you mean?" “

Could it be that this person knows that she borrowed the corpse to return her soul?

The man leaned lazily on the soft couch, raised his hand slightly, and his sleeves hung down, revealing a white and delicate hand, playing with a white jade flute.

"Eleven, can you remember the heartache?"