Seeing everyone leave, Yan Wushuang closed the chai door.

The door was covered with small green vine flowers, swaying gently in the late spring breeze.

Xie Changxian was still standing under the porch, she didn't look at him, she walked under the tree with her leisurely fingers brushing the falling flowers, and sat on the swing woven by green vines.

Seeing her swinging by herself, Xie Changxian reached out and grabbed a begonia that was falling, and shot her shoulder with a flick of his fingers.

They were not far away, and the begonia bounced in an arc over her shoulder, and fell from her shirt to her feet.

Yan Wushuang glanced at the falling flowers at her feet, and suddenly felt only itchy and unbearable, she smiled coquettishly, grabbed the swing with one hand, bent over and covered her stomach with the other hand and said, "Xie Changxian, you quickly untie it for me." ”

Xie Changxian walked over slowly, hung the purple flute around his waist, and hooked her chin with the scabbard, "Who taught you?" ”

Yan Wushuang pushed away her scabbard, laughing and angry, "What are you teaching?" ”

Xie Changxian said lightly, "Bewitching men." ”

Yan Wushuang's smile was delicate, and his voice was sweet and glutinous, "You weren't bewitched by me." ”

She laughed self-deprecatingly, "When I was a child, I was often bullied by boys. ”

Xie Changxian said, "Men love to bully beautiful girls when they are young. Of course, growing up too. ”

Yan Wushuang smiled, which could be regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

Her cheeks were slightly red, her complexion was charming, and her two snow-white ankles were exposed under her clothes, which looked slender and not easy to grasp.

The red thread on her left ankle was tied with a bell, and there was a soft sound from her coquettish laughter.

Xie Changxian put his scabbard against her shoulder and gently pushed, "I've never met someone as and cute as you." ”

He untied her acupoint, Yan Wushuang put his hands on the swing on the side, wanted to stand up but was weak and weak, so he had to sit on the swing, her feet swinging, she looked up at him and said, "It's rude for you to do this." ”

Those eyes are infinitely tender, their eyes are full of waves, and they are both strange and funny.

Xie Changxian smiled rarely, "Really." ”

He was cold and hard, and this smile was like ice melting and snow melting, and the spring breeze blowing on his face.

Yan Wushuang nodded seriously, "Yes." Very...... It's rude. ”

Xie Changxian walked behind her, pushing the swing for a while, and after a while, he leaned over her ear and said, "There are even more impolite." ”

Yan Wushuang tilted his head slightly, no more than a few inches away from his handsome cheeks, "Wen Jun's swordsmanship is outstanding." It can enter the underworld from the void, without seeing it, and disappearing without being visible. The concubine is willing to take a look. ”

As soon as the green shadow moved, Xie Changxian put the sword across her snow-white and tender neck, I don't know if the sword was too sharp, or her skin could be broken, a bloodshot instantly oozed out, reflecting her snow-white slender neck, which was extremely dazzling.

Yan Wushuang frowned slightly, obviously in pain, but still smiled, "Loneliness is in the eyebrows, affection is in the eyelashes." Jade-faced Xie Lang is really ...... It lives up to its name. ”

Xie Changxian said, "Too beautiful is not good." What do you do when you look so beautiful? ”

She grabbed his wrists with both hands, stood up, leaned on his side and smiled, "She looks so beautiful, in order to marry a good-looking, talented, affectionate, and promising Langjun." ”

Xie Changxian stretched out his index finger, crossed her snow-white slender neck, looked at the blood on his fingers, he picked up her shirt and wiped the bloodstains, took out a small porcelain bottle from the purse around his waist, and used the begonia flower stalk to take some fragrant and refreshing white mud, which was gently and delicately covered on her neck.

The cool and moist mud made her pain temporarily relieved, and she still frowned, "It hurts." ”

Xie Changxian said coldly, "Because of the beauty of your birth, let you go." If you are a friend of him, you are the one whom I reject. ”

She snuggled softly on his chest, "Xie Lang, his surname is not Xie, his name is Chartagar." ”

As he spoke, he took his hand and entered the room, "It's raining again." ”

The rain fluttered softly and softly on their hair and clothes. By the time they got to the bottom of the porch, they were already soaked.

There was a thin sweet fragrance in the room, Xie Changxian put the sword on the table, and Yan Wushuang said, "You sit, please take care of yourself." ”

Saying that, bypassing the screen, for a moment, a rustling sound came, Xie Changxian knew that she was changing clothes, so he got up and walked to the window, and saw a long sword horizontal on the long case, he took it down, pulled the sword out of the sheath, the cold was pressing, it was really a good sword.

Xie Changxian put the sword back into the scabbard, and didn't reply, "You are a delicate daughter, what do you want a sword for." ”

Yan Wushuang has been changed, the lotus coat is staggering, the feather coat is fluttering, and the begonia red shirt is even more lined with her delicate like a spring flower, as charming as the autumn moon.

Hearing Xie Changxian's question, she walked over slowly, leaned on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Since ancient times, men have been so lucky. My sword will punish all the negative people in the world. ”

The tone was soft and clear.

She asked him, "You, a prince and grandson, why are you practicing swords so hard?" ”

Xie Changxian was stunned when he heard this, and said coldly, "If there is a small injustice in the chest, you can drink it away." There is great injustice in my heart, and it cannot be eliminated without a sword. ”

Looking down at her, seeing that she was not bright and charming, she was romantic, he rubbed her cheek, half serious and half chuckled, "I'm not lucky." ”

Yan Wushuang smiled, "I'd rather you be a madman of Bo Xing." ”

Xie Changxian, who said this, also smiled, "You don't like cheeky gentlemen? ”

Yan Wushuang made a distressed expression, "If it's Xie Lang...... It's not impossible. ”

At this time, it was the afternoon, the wind and rain were getting tighter, the carved windows were clear and cold, the courtyard was full of clouds and smoke, and the dew on the blades of grass was hanging low.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it was only on the morning of the fourth day that it became lighter. Yan Wushuang took Xie Changxian to the courtyard, handed him a flower hoe, she pointed to the begonia tree and said, "I buried a jar of good wine and drank it with you." ”

Xie Changxian looked at the flower hoe in his hand, went down the steps and walked into the drizzle, dug out the jar of wine in three or two times, smelled it, and sure enough, it was unusually fragrant.

Yan Wushuang stood under the corridor and smiled, "This wine is very strong, if you drink it, I'm afraid you won't be able to go down the mountain for a few days." ”

Xie Changxian glanced at her, "There are a lot of words." ”

Yan Wushuang smiled, turned around and pushed the door in, sitting in front of the makeup mirror, she picked up a jade comb with a peony pattern in her hand, and combed it like ink and green silk on the rhombic mirror.

Xie Changxian looked at her back, poured himself a glass of wine, and looked at her silently, inexplicably remembering a poem in his mind.

The night rain dawns and dreams are cold, and the fragrant mustache is half sunken.

The spring breeze is full of annoyance and coquettishness, startling Hibiscus to sleep on new feet.

This kind of affection can be learned by the heart but not by mouth, and it can be supernatural but not spoken.

Yan Wushuang saw his eyes in the mirror, smiled, shook the hairpin, and said gently, "Concubine dresses up like this, Xie Lang likes it?" ”

Xie Changxian got up and walked behind her, took off the shining golden step, and frowned, "What are you doing like that." ”

Looking at the dressing table, he took a simple pearl hairpin and pinned it to her sideburns.

Yan Wushuang stroked the round and smooth pearl, "If you don't go to Jingzhou again, I'm afraid you won't be able to find those people." ”

Xie Changxian smiled contemptuously, "The people I want to kill, they can't hide from the ends of the earth." ”

Yan Wushuang got up and put his arms around his neck and smiled, "Concubine likes this sentence." ”

After speaking, he leaned on the dressing table, took a piece of red rope tied with his hair, and wrapped it around his fingers, "Xie Lang has heard a word?" The twenty-eight best people are like crisps, and they slash fools with a sword at their waists. Although I don't see anyone's head falling, I secretly teach the monarch to have dry bone marrow. ”

After speaking, there was a coquettish smile like a silver bell.

Xie Changxian said, "I'm not a fool, and you're not a village woman. ”

Yan Wushuang tied the red rope around his wrist, "But, if I can sleep with you, the old man in the village will also feel beautiful." ”

Xie Changxian frowned, turned around and walked to the table and sat down, "Don't be." ”

Yan Wushuang took a jade-colored yarn pillow filled with rose peony medicine and put it on the couch by the window, patted it, and said with a smile, "Come here, sing a tune for you." ”

Xie Changxian half lay on the couch, took her in his arms, closed his eyes and hummed.

The bright teeth in his ears are clear, low and tactful, which makes his heart entangled.

"What's the name?"

"Wanglang returns."

was drowsy, and the sound of a sword splitting a wood door came from outside the door, "Xie Changxian, you come out." ”

Another voice said anxiously, "Frost! Don't do this! ”