She closed her eyes and took away all the paleness in her eyes.

In the bamboo pavilion at this time.

The night is windy, and when I pass through the bamboo forest, I make that kind of rustling sound, which is very mad for no reason at night.

The blue wind lanterns hanging on both sides of the pavilion sway gently in the rain, and the ghostly light emitted is somewhat weird.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and Dry Bone Huan stood in the gazebo with his hands behind his back, and the wind blew the hem of his clothes, revealing the blue-white arc-shaped jade pendant around his waist, with a warm and soft texture, as if growing in his body, very good-looking.

The wind lantern on the pavilion suddenly swayed violently a few times, and it was windy.

A gust of wind blew, and the person behind her stood silently behind the dry bone Huan, not far away, she looked at the man's handsome back, a light yellow dress was brilliant, and the clothes were dressed with butterflies and flowers, pretty and vivid.

The women are exquisitely dressed and dressed up beautifully.

But he wore a white veil on his face, and silver beads fell from the edge of the veil, embroidered with intricate patterns, mysterious and beautiful.

A pair of eyes exposed outside the veil, the water eyes are clear, and the veins are glowing with a moving soft light, looking at the man's back, in the soft light, there is a faint resentment.

The cool breeze blew, the night in the mountains was quiet, and when the woman's voice sounded, she heard it clearly, and she was very complaining: "You actually brought her back to the breeze and grass." ”

When she was in the desert, she left in a rage.

After leaving, she regretted it.

Impulse caused a big disaster, how could he let him go all the way with her?

However, there was no turning back from the bow, she couldn't let go of her dignity and went back to him, besides, his side was still followed by autumn.

Dry Guhuan turned his back to her, his face was immersed in the shadow of the lamplight, and the outline was a layer of thin, and he couldn't see it very clearly.

As if he thought this was really funny, he asked rhetorically, "Why can't you take her to the Qingfeng Grass House?" ”

"You know why, how long do you have to pretend to be stupid?" The woman was a little excited.

She didn't believe that Dry Bone Huan didn't understand, she always thought that this breeze grass house was a place for her and Dry Bone Huan, far away from the world, in such a pure place, she played the piano for him, and he drank to the sound of the piano.

This is the life they used to live.

But since when has it changed?

She thought about it, yes, from the moment Zhao Zishi died, all this began to change, and his ambitions were all buried with her death, and this change caught her off guard.

The wind blew the dry bones, and he never looked back.

sighed inexplicably: "Changyang, why are you so persistent? ”

Attachment is the most hurtful.

"No, we shouldn't be like this, what's so good about her that you put so much effort into it? At the cost of his own skills to save her, do you know who you are? You have a noble status, how can you practice yourself like this? ”

In Changyang's view, the autumn mood is not worth doing like this.

There is a noble bloodline flowing in his body, he is the first son in the world, and the autumn is strong, which will only cause him trouble, and will not help him anything.

If he continues like this, he will definitely suffer.

How could she watch him ruin years of business for the sake of a woman?

Dry Guhuan paused slightly, his voice dragged on, and his words were lonely: "She is the meat of my heart." ”