The fire surrounded the entire Liu Mansion, and everything here was to be taken away and taken to another world.

"Yiyi, Brother Changfeng." Nangong Xuan, who came back, saw Nangong Yi and Li Changfeng leaning against the stone lion at the door, unconscious, and at this time, the Liu Mansion was burning again, and he couldn't help but pause in his heart.

"I'm not dead, I'm just fainting," An Ran, who was good at medicine, followed, just glanced at Li Changfeng and them from a distance, and then understood, "Xiao Xuan, you don't have to worry. ”

After listening to An Ran's words, Nangong Xuan was relieved.

Seeing that the gate of the mansion was also burned, he was afraid that it would hurt Nangong Yi and them, so he moved them to their positions.

With a sound of 'Peng', the hanging plaque fell down and slammed on the ground.

Hongyan was dressed in red and flew out of the flames.

"Hongyan, are you okay?" An Ran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hongyan come out, "Since you escaped, why did you come here again?" The Gu poison on his body has not been cleansed yet, is it possible that he has survived enough? ”

Hongyan shook her head, walked up to An Ran, took her hand, and wrote the word 'solved' on her hand.

"Solved? How so? The Gu poison of the Black Palace is the best in the rivers and lakes, how can it be solved casually. An Ran looked incredulous, poured his internal force into his nails, and gently slashed the palm of Hongyan.

After watching it repeatedly for a long time, I didn't find anything wrong.

"It's really solved," An Ran wiped the blood from Hongyan's palm, touched a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured the powder inside into Hongyan's palm, and stopped the bleeding for her, "I never thought that I would meet such a strong person here, it seems that I should study more medical skills." ”

After bandaging the wound, Hongyan withdrew his hand from An Ran's hand, hugged his fist at them, and disappeared into the dark night.

"Why did you leave?" An Ran looked puzzled and asked Nangong Xuan, "Aren't you going with us?" Isn't she going to paint the building? ”

"It's not a peer." Nangong Xuan replied lightly, and there was no emotion on his face.

"It's not promising!"

On the second day, it was still morning, the sky was overcast, and the autumn wind was blowing on the body, cool and silky, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Hongyan rested on her hand and lay sideways on a large rock by the stream.

A snow-white pigeon with a small golden ball the size of a mung bean hanging from its neck flew in and landed in Hongyan's hand.

The white pigeon tilted his head, looked left and right at Hongyan, and saw that Hongyan showed no sign of waking up, so he opened his small mouth and pecked at Hongyan's hand for a while.

Hongyan opened his eyes and saw that it was the little pigeon pecking at him, and grabbed it in his hand with one hand.

Untying the small vermilion bamboo tube tied to its legs, Hongyan let go of the pigeon and took out the contents of the small bamboo tube.

It was a rolled-up note, opened it, and there was a sentence written in it: The five elders will be out of the customs in two days, and they will return quickly!

In two days, Master will be out of the customs, how can it be so fast? The girl who painted the building hasn't gone yet, is it possible to go back like this?

The treasures of the painting building, I really want to go and have a look at it, and collect it for my own use.

However, if he didn't go back in time, Master would be angry. At that time, how can the girl eat more than a month's worth of lotus heart cake, lotus heart roast chicken, and lotus heart tea?

Hongyan touched her chin and fell into deep thought.

By the way, isn't this girl injured? When Master asked, he sat on the ground and hugged Master's thigh and cried, telling me about the grievances he had suffered, and Master had always loved me, and he should not punish me again.

Thinking like this, a smile gradually appeared on Hongyan's face, bit his finger, and wrote on the other side of the note: I'll be back in a few days, don't read it.

Rolled up the slip of paper and stuffed it into a small bamboo tube.

He grabbed the pigeon again and tied the bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg.

Holding the pigeon with both hands, as soon as it was raised, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

If my brother receives this letter, he will be angry!

Thinking of his senior brother being angry and wanting to hit her, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

Look at this day, it must be raining soon.

Hongyan restrained his smile, bent down, and after a simple wash with the stream, he left.

Fallen leaves float in the air and fall on the water, creating small ripples in circles and circles.

Smoke curled from the cooking, and small thatched houses were scattered in a faint gray smoke; small bridges over streams; Several plainly dressed women crouched by the stream and washed their clothes with wooden basins in their arms.

From a distance, the scenery in front of you is as beautiful as a poetic picture.

Approximately, this is the 'small bridge and flowing water' in the poem.

Standing on a high place, looking at the small village from afar, Hongyan took a deep breath, and his stomach was already 'cooing'.

Alas, it would be nice if the senior brother was here, and the roast chicken and fish cooked by the senior brother were the most delicious.

Qinggong flew down directly, the red clothes fluttered, in this mist, it was so beautiful that it was not like an immortal, it was better than a charm.

Recently, the barking of chickens and dogs, the frolic of children, and the scolding and shouting of elders have come together, adding a little popularity to this picturesque village, and it seems more real.

Walking on the winding path, Hongyan grabbed the clothes of an aunt who was holding a wooden basin, had already washed her clothes, and was about to go home.

"What's wrong? Girl. The aunt turned around and looked at Hongyan, "Looking at the girl's dress, she doesn't look like an ordinary person, how could she come to our poor country?" ”

Hongyan couldn't speak, and compared with her aunt for a long time, but there was still no use for a bird.

The aunt shook her head and said to Hongyan, "The girl is dumb, it's really pitiful, but I don't understand what you mean by this comparison." ”

"Goo~Goo~" Hongyan's stomach screamed, Hongyan immediately pointed to her stomach, and then pointed to her mouth, and the aunt immediately understood what Hongyan meant, and invited Hongyan to her house for dinner.

I followed my aunt all the way to her home.

Her house is the same as other people's homes, it is made of thatch, and it is not known how many times different from the Qingfeng Courtyard where the red face lives alone in the Nine Heavens Gate.

However, this thatched house is also better than the charm, a kind of indescribable charm, which makes De Hongyan have a kind of spiritual tranquility.

Outside, Hongyan sat at the greasy table, holding her chin in her hands, looking around.

The aunt was cooking, and her child, a little boy of five or six years old, dressed in coarse cloth, was sitting on a small bench, chopping a large pile of grass in front of him with a knife.

Hongyan looked at it for a while, walked up to the boy, and pointed to the grass that the boy had chopped.

"These are chopped up for chickens and pigs to eat," the little boy looked up, his tanned face innocent, "Haven't you seen it, big sister?" ”

Hongyan shook his head, pointed to the knife in the little boy's hand, and then pointed to the big pile of grass in front of him, indicating that he would help him chop it.

The boy understood what Hongyan meant, shook his head, and refused, "No, my mother said that the eldest sister knew at a glance that she was pampered, and she couldn't let you help anything, for fear that it would hurt the eldest sister." ”

Hongyan pouted, bent down, reached out and gently knocked on the little boy's head a few times, and took the knife in his hand while the boy was covering his head.