Mo Yu only saw Mu Yan in front of him, and the eldest princess who stood behind him without seeing it was still crying vigorously, looking pitiful.

"This palace remembers, but the hospitality of good wine and meat, there is nothing dissatisfied, and there is even a beautiful woman."

A yin wind blew, Mo Yu shivered, his neck was very stiff and turned around, only then did he see Yin Yufu behind him, his face was very stiff and wanted to pull out a smile, but in the end he failed.

"Hehe, no." Mo Yu always felt that there was a cool swishing cold wind behind his neck, touched his neck, and laughed dryly, "Where is it, just mention it casually, mention it casually." ”

"Ahem." Mu Yan couldn't help it, his face turned a little red with a smile, he coughed lightly, the corners of his mouth curled, and he looked at the two of them with a smile.

"That's good, Bengu was still thinking about whether it should be changed to vegetarian just now, in that case, it will be a little clearer." The eldest princess looked at Mo Yu with a fake face, and her serious tone revealed a little smile.

"By no means, the people take food as the sky, and the grass people take meat as the sky." Mo Yu let go of Mu Yan's sleeve, and almost pounced on Yin Yufu's body, and said wailingly.

The house was a mess, and Rouge didn't follow him, on the one hand, he had something in his heart, and on the other hand, he couldn't face the eldest princess beside Brother Meng, so he wandered around the garden by himself.

Originally, a few maids from the princess's mansion were going to follow, but Rouge found an excuse and broke those people away, if they followed, they wouldn't be able to go to Brother Meng.

The path of the princess's mansion is crooked, and the furnishings in front of her are also dazzling, bypassing several rooms, Rouge has been constantly searching the surroundings, looking forward to meeting Brother Meng again.

Walking to a relatively empty place, there was the sound of swords, accompanied by the sound of 'Zheng Zheng' swords rubbing, and the sound of clothes rustling, Rouge stopped, and there was a one-man high wall in front of him, just blocking Rouge's vision.

There was some uncontrollable beating in his heart, Rouge bypassed the wall, squatted down, hid in the flowers, and secretly looked, in the garden in the center was indeed a man practicing swords, dressed in white, standing upright, not stained with a trace of dust, that familiar face......

Brother Meng, Brother Meng......

Rouge covered his mouth, so he didn't scream, tears slid down his cheeks in two lines, his eyes didn't dare to blink for a second, and he couldn't wait to imprint all the traces of Brother Meng in his mind.

Rouge tried his best to suppress his emotions, the hand covering his mouth kept trembling, and he didn't care at all about the water droplets on his body, and a low whimper leaked faintly from his fingers.

This is Brother Meng, this is Brother Meng, who used to be by his side and said that he would never give up, still with such a leisurely and elegant posture, still lonely and cold alienation, how much he wants to look at him all the time, how much he wants to be by his side for a long time.

Rouge kept screaming in his heart, his body kept trembling, and the choked voice was not suppressed in the end, and the flowers around him trembled.

Meng Xuexiu had a relaxed and peaceful expression, his ears moved slightly, the expression on his face froze, the wooden sword in his hand changed direction, the blade of the sword turned, and he picked the flowers straight up, forcing Rouge who was squatting in the middle.

Before he realized what was happening, he looked at Meng Yanxiu who was approaching him in a daze, his pupils shrunk, and he didn't have time to react.

The moment Meng Yanxiu heard the voice, his body reacted automatically, and with a turn of the sword, he pierced the void, and the flowers that crossed were cut off in unison, and he lay on the ground in tatters.

Seeing the person in the flowers, the speed of the wooden sword slowed down a little, his body was a little uncontrollable, and the hand holding the hilt was a little loose, and it was like this again!

During the slow time of Meng Study, Rouge saw the pain in his heart when he saw the tip of the sword that was forcing towards him, did he want to kill himself like the last time?

Seeing the desperate expression on Rouge's face, Meng Yanxiu's heart felt as if it had been torn apart, and his body wanted to throw down the sword in his hand uncontrollably, and his soul was about to be stripped away again.

Can't, can't be like this, kill her, only kill her......

Meng Xuexiu's eyes were red, and there was only one thought left in his mind, forcing himself to clench the wooden sword in his hand, and approaching Rouge mercilessly.

A gust of sword wind wiped Rouge's face, and the stinging face hurt, Rouge closed his eyes, did not dodge, and met the sword head-on.

The tip of the sword penetrated the skin of the heart, how could the wound on the body withstand the tear in the heart, Rouge looked down and saw that the blood in his chest kept gushing out, and the tip of the wooden sword was still staying.

Meng Yanxiu's hands kept trembling, he really hated this feeling, the feeling of being uncontrollable, powerless, the sword under his hand was a little closer, and there was a clear sound of piercing, and the wooden sword fell into his heart a few points again, and blood splattered on Meng Yanxiu's body, and the red spots bloomed.

There was a cold feeling in his chest, Rouge was a little dizzy, he reached out and touched it a few times, his hands were full of viscous blood, and the wooden sword was still in his body, and when he approached, he could take his life.

Blood splashed on Meng Yanxiu's hand, the instant warmth, and then turned into a cold, slimy feeling, Meng Yanxiu had a force in his body to fight with himself for the ownership of this body, the hand holding the sword kept shaking, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked very painful.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng......" The strength in his body passed little by little with the blood, and Rouge's hand hung weakly on the ground, letting the warm blood wet his clothes, coldly sticking to his body, his eyes were wide open, looking at Meng Yan in disbelief, and muttering softly in his mouth.

The blood can't stop draining, Rouge's face is getting more and more pale, you can feel that life is also a little bit of loss, the feeling of approaching death, the familiar Brother Meng in front of you, who is this, Brother Meng, Brother Meng......

"Say no more!" The call was like a magic spell, Meng Yanxiu's hands trembled violently, if he hadn't been able to control his body, he would have directly taken this woman's life just now, and shouted in a low voice, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he looked at Rouge angrily.

Rouge didn't know why Brother Meng became like this, the green tendons on his hands burst out, the wound on the heart poked by the wooden sword festered with pain, and tears fell suddenly, how he hoped that what was in front of him was just a dream, and it would be good to wake up.

Meng Xiuxiu tried his best to suppress the wave of power in his heart, his body was a little weak, as long as the woman in front of him appeared, this body would automatically begin to reject his soul, and even expel himself, the power of soul fluctuations became bigger and bigger, Meng Xiu's forehead was full of sweat, and big drops rolled down.

"Brother Meng......" knew that the fierce and vicious person in front of him was not his own Brother Meng, but Rouge saw Meng Yanxiu's uncomfortable appearance, and the pain in his heart had already covered the pain on the wound, and he muttered.

One call after another, falling on Meng Yanxiu's ears, like a magic spell, one by one to drain the strength of the body's resistance, just a little, as long as you kill her, as long as you kill her, everything is fine.

Meng Yanxiu was like a bloody Shura at the moment, gritting his teeth, the wooden sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his arm seemed to be filled with lead, and he lifted it with great effort, stabbing it a few points deeper into Rouge's heart.

Rouge looked at Meng Yanxiu's evil appearance like a rakshasa, and his heart was a little desperate, Brother Meng, if you want me to die, then I will enter your wish.

Hot tears slid down, Rouge closed his eyes, his face was pale like paper, and he would break when he touched it, Meng Yanxiu finally snatched control of his body, and tried not to look at Rouge's appearance.

As long as the stab goes down, the stab goes down, like a magic spell, Meng Yanxiu's mind swirled with this sentence, and his eyes became pitch black.

The tip of the sword pierced a little deeper, and a little more, the Rouge would dissipate the incense, and the big tears rolled down, merging with the blood, and the Rouge closed his eyes, if this is the case, it is good if it dies in the hands of Brother Meng.

The wooden sword penetrated deep into the heart, only a little, the last point, it would penetrate the heart, Rouge's face was already very pale, his body shook slightly, like a dying person, and finally looked at Meng Yanxiu deeply with nostalgia, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was also pale and weak.

"Ahh Meng Xuexiu's face instantly became hideous and twitched, and the memories that did not belong to him in his mind surged out, almost filling his entire brain, and a wooden sword that had been pulled out and full of blood was thrown aside, and disappeared with a 'bang'.

"How's that, how's that?" The moment the wooden sword was drawn, Rouge lay weakly in the flowers, lying in a pool of blood under him, in the end, you were still not willing to kill me, a smile hung on the corner of Rouge's mouth, and then fell into a drowsy darkness.

Meng Yanxiu looked at the rouge lying in a pool of blood, and then looked at the blood stains on his hands, his eyes were full of panic, and he shouted hoarsely, reaching out to help the rouge, but he didn't dare to touch it, for fear of being careless, he would break the rouge like a porcelain doll in front of him.

"Come on, come on!" His heart had already been shattered into pieces, how could he do such a thing, how could he allow her to be injured, Meng Xuexiu's eyes were red, and he carefully picked up the rouge, the blood was stained, and it kept flowing down, and his voice shouted hoarsely.

"Don't die, don't die." The person in his arms did not fight for weight, he was light and fluttering, as if he would leave him at any time, Meng Yanxiu carefully circled her, and he must not let her leave, never!

"What's wrong? Yes! Hearing the voice, the maid who hurried over in a hurry saw the horse master covered in blood, holding an almost weak woman who was not breathing in her arms, and exclaimed.

"Go to the doctor, go quickly!" Meng Yanxiu rubbed the rouge in his arms with his forehead, his breath was very weak, and the clothes on his chest were already wet with blood, Meng Yanxiu didn't dare to stay for a moment, and hurriedly hugged the rouge, shouting to find a doctor.