Autumn Water Pavilion.

Han Shaoqing stood quietly, letting the wind blow away his blue robe, and behind him were a group of Yuhuai Peak disciples.

"Jiang Mingjue, in the past, you washed my Yuhuai Peak with blood, and it's time to settle this account."

He stood with his hands in his hands, but his face was stained with anger.

"I didn't expect that Han Daochang, who didn't listen to anything outside the window, would also come to mix in the bloody wind and rain on the rivers and lakes."

Jiang Mingjue stood there motionless without fear, and a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The wind roared, and the originally silent martial arts holy land was now a fight.

Su Jisheng on the side was a little careless, although it was a big deal to slash the enemy, but he couldn't help but share a little compassion with that person......

I don't know how long it took, but the wailing gradually stopped, and the wind swept by.

Jiang Mingjue was pressed to his knees and knelt in front of Han Shaoqing.

looked at the person in front of him who refused to bow his head even if he was kneeling, and there was no panic on his face, just like the hairy boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

Han Shaoqing's gaze at him was extremely complicated, and there were even some indescribable emotions.

In the end, he lost.

Su Jisheng lifted the cold sword in his hand, and made a gesture to kill this enmity with a sword.

was stopped at the second of his hand.

"Ink dye."

Han Shaoqing's eyes darkened on the side, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was no trace of fear in the scheming eyes, as if he had expected today's scene for a long time.

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of that girl?"

The hand that raised the sword paused.

"That girl has a vicious mouth."

"But in the end, I still kept her breathing, and I don't know if I can hold it up now."

"How about you leave me alive today as a deal?" The voice was calm, and there was no trace of panic in the face of death.

Su Zhengsheng's eyes were blank for a moment, but the sword in his hand did not fall for a long time, and he turned his head to look at Han Shaoqing, who was a little wandering.

"I'd like to get him back to the peak." An understatement, but it decided the ending of two people.

looked condescendingly at the kneeling man on the ground, put away the sword in his hand, and said with some impatience

"Where is she?"

The man was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted by another voice.

"Yiran, you can go back to the peak with me first."

"Uncle Shi, I-"

"If you still have your father's enmity in your heart, go back with me."

"Forgive me." The arrogance on the eyebrows is not reduced, neither humble nor arrogant.

Han Shaoqing walked towards him with a calm face, and slashed at the back of his neck with a palm, but he took it straight back.

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Putting Su Jili on the collapse of the inn softly, Jiang Ziyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Dense scars came into view, and a distress flashed on the cynical face.

There was a chuckle in the air.

"It gave you a taste of what I was like."

It's just that, if I could, I'd rather I could be stronger, so that you don't have to suffer from this flesh and skin.

Reaching out to straighten her somewhat messy broken hair, a pair of apricot eyes reflected the person in front of her and couldn't help but be fascinated.

On the tip of her heart is the way she used to laugh.

Suddenly I remembered the words that I hadn't had time to say after I was drunk.

"Actually, is there a possibility?"

"It's that I've liked you from the beginning."

Gently branded a kiss between her eyebrows, and the usual moody him was like two people.

If I could, I would like to grow old until I am old.

Quietly put the sandalwood box in your arms next to the pillow.

"I'll give you what you want, and you won't hold any grudges in the future."

He glanced at her reluctantly and turned to leave.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to say goodbye in this hurry, and I hope that next time, we will not stand on opposite ends.

Walking to the door, he seemed to remember something, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"Probably not."

The cyan corners of his clothes disappeared at the door, with some hesitant attachment to him, and some absurd ending.

The curtain was drizzling, and the hustle and bustle outside was still there, Su Jili opened his eyes, and for a while he felt a little like a world away.

The pain before was no longer there, but Jiang Nianfeng lowered his head and gently bandaged the wound on her arm for her.

blinked, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the box next to his pillow, and his consciousness began to be a little trance-like.

In the vague memory, there was a sly smile from the young pavilion master.

Inadvertently raised his eyes, and saw that the person on the collapse had already opened his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about with an expressionless face.

"Are you awake?"

The frowning brow gradually stretched, and a relaxed smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The young pavilion master who sent me here is gone?" Because I just woke up, my throat was still a little astringent.

Jiang Nianfeng's face was dazed for a while.

"Young Pavilion Master?"

"I don't see any young pavilion masters." The tone was half surprised, half determined.

"When I came back, I saw that you were here, and there was a letter from Master Su on the desk. Said he was going to do something important."

The light in his eyes was a little dim, and his body was half numb and half painful.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Nianfeng frowned and said casually.

"How did you get this wound all over your body? I see that Jiang Ziyi still has some friendship for you, how can he hurt you like this. ”

"It's not him, it's Jiang Mingjue."

After a pause in the hand of rubbing the medicine, a pain came from the wound.

"It's the old guy." The tone was light, like the wind blowing in his ears.

Su Jili didn't answer, and he didn't know what he was thinking about to write.

"You can rest for a long time, this injury is estimated to be unhealed every ten days and half a month."

Responding lightly was perfunctory, Jiang Nianfeng packed up his things and left a little helplessly.

The evening clouds reflected on the wall through the windows, beautiful and carefree as the days of the past.

The figure of Tsing Yi always lingered in his mind.

She always remembered him, the smugness that flashed when he shook the fan, the complexity in his eyes when he let her go, and the pity that was inadvertently shown when they met again.

All postures are him, but none of them are him.

It's really unfathomable and incomprehensible.

Su Zhenli closed his eyes, knowing that this time he parted, and the reunion was probably far away.

In comparison, Xi Ran, who is far away in the capital, is much more relaxed.

Accompany the delicacies of the fat powder every day, and have a long way to go in the role of a good wife and mother.

On this day, she was applying rouge with great interest, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but smile.

In order to please himself, while appreciating, he couldn't help but worry about Su Jisheng, he was very far away from him in the past, and now there is a Su Jili next to him, so how can she rest assured.

The rouge box in his hand was held tightly.

"Miss, the pigeon is back." The maid on the side held the carrier pigeon in her hand and knelt on the ground.

This is a carrier pigeon is unique to the palace, put down the rouge box in his hand, Xi Ran tore off some yellowed letter paper from the pigeon's claws.

"Enter the palace in two days."

There was a look in his eyes, and the smile on his face had long since disappeared. The maid beside the side who burned the letter quietly and rubbed her head a little tiredly said.

"You go down first, and let me be alone."

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