The drizzle is falling, the smoke and water are slightly drunk, and everyone is drunk

The spring breeze blows, and the mountain road is ethereal and difficult to return

The spring rain is coming, indefinitely, rippling the heart lake

Shadow in the water. - "March Rain"

At some point, a light rain began to fall outside the window. At this moment, the carriage is still some distance from the blue water lake.

Youyu Lingshuang quietly looked at the book in her hand, ignoring Qing'er's depressed expression. Qing'er is a well-known bag to inquire, she has long heard that there is a poetry appreciation meeting on Bishui Lake today, and the famous war king, Sang Moyu, is very likely to participate.

Sang Moyu, you can not know who the lord is in Luo Kingdom, but you must not know the name of His Royal Highness the King of War.

He is the myth of being undefeated in the country of Luo, and it can be said that if he wants to, as long as he raises his arms, the change of dynasty is only in an instant.

It is precisely because of his existence that those who secretly have the heart of a tiger and wolf dare not act rashly.

Sang Moyu is only twenty-one years old and has made countless achievements. is not only both civil and military, but also a beautiful man who has won double championships in the Leaf Pavilion beauty list and elite list.

As we all know, the Leaf Pavilion is pervasive and known as the world's No. 1 intelligence network, and the information it produces has never been wrong.

As soon as this news came out, Sang Moyu became famous again, and countless people (especially women) came from far and wide just to see him.

In the end, Sang Moyu couldn't bear it anymore, and after slapping a foreign princess to death with one palm, the world suddenly woke up.

Who is Sang Moyu, that is the big evil star who led the army to fight at the age of ten and killed people without blinking, he was so moody that even the Empress Dowager couldn't control him.

Ahem, although a beautiful man is beautiful, he is poisonous, and he doesn't know how to die if he doesn't pay attention. Therefore, most people still retreat, but some people always think that they are different.

Whether those people really admired Sang Moyu or were vain, even if they tried their best, they still didn't even see Sang Moyu's face, they were tricked by all kinds of tricks, crying so much, and fled in embarrassment.

After a long time, Sang Moyu has become an existence that women all over the world love and fear.

Qing'er also admires Sang Moyu very much, but she is still very self-aware. She never told anyone else because it was her little secret.

That year, the years were quiet, and the young man was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, stepping on the light.

Although she only saw one side of his face, although she was only the most inconspicuous of his many admirers.

But that short quarter of an hour was a beautiful memory worth cherishing for the rest of her life.

In Qing'er's opinion, he is so rich and beautiful, there is only one person in this world who can match him, and that is...... Princess.

They have the same atmosphere, the same arrogance, and the same elegance, which makes people feel ashamed for no reason.

Maybe Yu Yu Lingshuang didn't expect that Qing'er, who seemed to be ignorant and ignorant, would have such a delicate time.

But even if she knew, she wouldn't think so. Sang Moyu is indeed too similar to her, but just like that, she and him are destined to never become friends.

Besides, she's already lost a game, and she's not going to give him another chance.

Just as Yu Yu Lingshuang's thoughts were flying, a prying gaze suddenly attacked her. Yu Yu Lingshuang tightened the book in the palm of his hand, and a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

Under Qing'er's puzzled gaze, she lifted the curtain and happened to meet a certain gaze unexpectedly. The moment their eyes staggered, the two of them shook at the same time, and a strange tremor came from the depths of their souls.

On the top of the tall building, the man was dressed in a dark robe, with black eyes as clear as obsidian, shining with an awe-inspiring heroic aura, and a sharp eagle-like eyes hidden under the seemingly calm eye waves.

He stood with his hands in his hands, a smile of intrigue on his handsome face like a god.

The carriage whizzed past until it disappeared without a trace, and then the man in Xuanyi slowly withdrew his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his lips inadvertently widened a little, "What a ...... What an unexpected surprise. ”

The shadow guards in the shadows looked at their master's smile and were almost frightened. Although their master smiled beautifully, how could they feel a cold air.