There are clouds in the Book of Poetry: Yan De Xuan grass (that is, daylily), the back of the tree. May words make my heart sloppy (mei).

Shi Tan was dressed in red, and the lotus step moved lightly, and in a moment, he swung into the man's beautiful dream!

She has done this action countless times, and every time at this time, it is when she is the happiest, although she is only pulling the strings for another woman.

Under the breezy willow tree, a man dressed in white and holding a jade fan stared thoughtfully at the lake.

"Childe is so Yaxing!" The poems and lips are lightly opened.

"Who are you? Why is it here? The man raised his eyes to look at the woman in red like blood.

"Childe can call me poetry." Poetry, Qianling Valley Flower Spirit, seven flowers bloom, each of which guards a secret, "I was entrusted by someone to promise you a bottle of wine, a pot of tea, and I also want to ask Gongzi a word." ”

"What?"

"It's cold, is the son getting dressed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Childe really forgot." After the poem was finished, it slowly disappeared, leaving only the man alone.

"Childe, it's cold, it's time to add clothes!" The man's ears rang again.

The moment the man opened his eyes, the sunlight pierced in, the man raised his hand, blocked the dazzling vision, and saw the man wake up, and the little maid who was waiting next to him walked up quickly.

"Childe, it's cold, do you want to add clothes?" Hearing the little girl's words, the man was stunned for a moment, this sentence was very familiar, as if he had heard it before.

Where have you heard it, and who said it?

The man racked his brains, but still couldn't remember, he just felt that somewhere in his heart was empty, and he was stunned!

"Childe?" The little girl stared at her son-in-law suspiciously.

Hearing the little girl's words, the man turned around.

What caught her eye was a delicate and cute little girl, and her big cat eyes were full of doubts.

The eyes are blinking, and they are exceptionally cute.

"Nope."

"Isn't that kid cold?"

"You're too young to understand!"

"Don't understand what?" The little girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Nothing!" The man looked at the little girl's face and suddenly asked, "Does the little girl have a name?" ”

"No, I'm seventh in the family, so they all call me Little Seven. Childe can also call me Xiaoqi. ”

"Little Seven?"

"Uh-huh!" Hearing Childe call his name, Xiao Qi nodded happily.

"It's too casual, why don't I'll give you a name!"

"Really? Thank you, Childe, for the name. ”

"Wei Xi! The wind, the rain, the beauty! Can you call your guard? ”

"Good! Good! I love the name, Wei Xi! I've got a name! My name is Wei Xi! ”

Seeing the little girl happily spinning in circles in place because of a name, the man was also infected by this happiness and showed a faint smile.

The man is the third son of the Zhenguo Mansion, named Yue Liuhuo, famous at a young age, extremely smart, a famous young general, and the object of admiration of women in Beijing.

The glow of the moonlight attracts all things!

Xiao Qi, originally a grass in the Book of Poetry, called Tan Cao, because of the number of times it was swept by the moon flow fire, she had wisdom, she was not originally called Xiao Qi, she has a very nice name, called Shi Chen.

She hid it in the book every time, and what she looked forward to the most was the moment when Yue Liuhuo picked up the Book of Poetry, which was the moment she was closest to him.

However, the young and famous general, in addition to poetry and songs, also went into battle to kill the enemy, whenever the moon and fire rushed to the frontier, Xiao Qi could only be alone, hiding in the Book of Poetry.

The long wait, in the endless years, staggered, folded!

Years of war have made waiting meaningless, Xiao Qi couldn't bear it anymore, she found the spirit of the book, which was the ontology of the Book of Poetry, bred, the purest person, Yan Sibo, a person who has no desires, no desires, no knowledge, no fear!

It was also at that time that Xiao Qi knew about the existence of Qianling Valley.

Thousand Spirits Valley, everything in the valley is unique, and there is only the existence of a thousand spirits.

In the Valley of Thousand Souls, there is a flower spirit that has no name, no gender, and no memory.

Legend has it that it will transform into the first person to find it, and after meeting the first person it loves, it will have a memory, and it will be divided into men and women according to the person it falls in love!

At that time, Xiao Qi's spirit body could already exist without the Book of Songs, but not for too long.

She used one of her leaves in exchange for the help of the book spirit, and her name in exchange for the help of the flower spirit.

Since then, the flower spirit has a name, poetry!

Since then, Xiao Qi has a body!

With the name of the poem, it used one of its own flowers to create a body for Xiao Qi, with a delicate and lovely appearance, and it also promised Xiao Qi to dream of the moon and fire every night, helping Xiao Qi get the love of the moon and fire.

And this one is a secret that belongs to Xiao Qi alone!

Xiao Qi was saved by the moon flow fire on the battlefield, at that time, she was dirty, like a little beggar, but her dirty face couldn't hide her sparkling eyes, it was those eyes that made her into the eyes of the moon flow fire!

has been with the moon for many years, Xiao Qi at that time, and now Wei Xi, know his preferences well.

The moon is the most affectionate and the most cool!

Wei Xi knew every look he liked.

It was another night, and the poems came as promised, still dressed in red, enthusiastic and public.

"You're here!"

"Childe is waiting for me?"

"This tea is just right, I wonder if the girl can taste it?"

"Childe is so Yaxing, but Childe's tea, I won't taste it. I'm here today, just to be entrusted by someone, and I want to ask my son ·····"

"What did she say today?"

"The sword that crosses the mountains and rivers, do you remember the beginning?"

After the poem finished speaking, he gently shook the bell on his feet, picked up the tea in front of him, and observed for a long time, "This tea is not as good as wine!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared.

The moon drifted fire woke up under the peach blossom tree, looked at the sky full of peach blossoms, and thought for a long time, the girl was a drunkard!

"Childe? Son? Wei Xi found it under the peach blossom tree from the house, and his bun-like face was full of worry.

"Childe, are you alright?"

"It's okay, Wei Xi, why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen Gongzi for a long time, and Wei Xi is worried about you!"

Since she had spiritual wisdom, Wei Xi has existed in the Book of Songs, except for Yan Sibo, she has never seen anyone else, and no one has ever taught her, what is dignity and humility, what is straightforward!

Everything she wants to do, she has always done whatever she wants, she likes the moon and fire, and so is she looking for flower spirits, and she is desperate to become a human being, and even more so when she gives up all her spiritual power!

It's just that such a casual guard walked into the heart of the moon.

Wei Xi learned from the moon and fire, lying under the peach blossom tree, looking at the same sky.

"Childe, do you have something on your mind?" Following the silence, Wei Xi suddenly spoke.

"Not really!"

"But Wei Xi can feel Childe's unhappiness." When Wei Xi said this, he put his hand on Yue Liuhuo's chest, "Childe's heart tells Wei Xi that you are very unhappy!" ”

Looking at Wei Xi's ignorant eyes and serious expression, Yue Liuhuo suddenly smiled.

In this boring life, it's not bad to have such a little girl to accompany you!

"Does Wei Xi have someone you like?" Suddenly, Moon Liuhuo wanted to tease the silly girl in front of her.

"Yes!"

Yueliuhuo thought that Wei Xi would blush, but this little girl answered his question seriously.

"Oh? What does the person Wei Xi like look like? ”

"The person Wei Xi likes is excellent."

"What's a good way?"

"With your own strength, protect tens of millions of people! The sword in his hand cuts through all darkness! ”

"Is his appearance to his liking?" Yue Liuhuo thought, most of such people are vulgar in appearance!

"Very satisfied!"

"I don't know where the person Wei Xi likes is? Hearing you say that, I want to get to know Childe! ”

"It's also in the capital here."

"Which son is lucky enough to get the heart of our guard?"

"The third son of the Zhenguo Mansion, the moon is on fire." After Wei Xi finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the man lying beside him with anticipation in his eyes.

When Yue Liuhuo heard this answer, his heart was shocked, and he tried to escape and eliminate the little ripple in his heart.

"Wei Xi, it's not early, let's go back!"

"Yes, Childe." Wei Xi didn't get the answer she wanted, but she wasn't discouraged.

"Childe, I forgot to bring your sword." Looking at the hurried figure in front of the Moon Flowing Fire, and then turning his head to look at the sword on the ground that had been forgotten by his master, Wei Xi trotted forward and returned the sword he picked up to the Moon Flowing Fire.

trotted forward, watching Yueliuhuo take the sword, Wei Xi suddenly asked, "Childe, do you still remember why this sword crossed the mountains and rivers at the beginning?" ”

The question raised by Wei Xi is the one that has been plaguing Yueliuhuo.

The right will blind people's eyes, what you guard, what I guard, are different, after this sword is stained with blood, will you still remember the original truth?

This is what Yue Liuhuo can't figure out, everyone says that he is a young general and high-spirited, but no one knows his heart, and he is also uneasy.

This sword sacrificed by thousands of souls stabbed all the hope that you and I don't know!

"Wei Xi, what do you think will happen?"

"Childe, I don't know!"

Wei Xi's answer is also the answer in Yueliuhuo's heart, until the end, no one knows where this sword is piercing! To whom!

Yue Liuhuo always felt that Wei Xi's question was familiar, as if he had heard it not long ago, but when he thought about it, no one had asked him such a question.

What Yue Liuhuo didn't know was that every time he saw Shichen, he would always forget when he woke up. Just like years ago, he forgot the nameless flower he had saved; Just like many years ago, he forgot the girl in red he loved!

Everyone is right, Qianling Valley Flower Spirit, seven flowers bloom, even Wei Xi thinks so, no one knows, as early as fifteen years ago, there are only two flowers left, and no one knows, Hua Lingyuan is also a grass, called poetry.

The remaining five, no one knows where they went and where they were used! Who was saved?

In the Valley of Thousand Spirits, Shi Chen held a bag in his hand, staring at a certain place in a daze! She thought of that rainy night again, and thought of that handsome boy!