The vitality that was entangled and floating in the air was instantly choked, and Zhou Yu's heart and blood froze like ice in an instant. Sima Xian's words were colder than those of winter, completely departing from her delicate face flushed with blush, as if the new leaves in the courtyard were green but silent, and the peach blossom branches were frosty and snowy.

“…… Sister Xian, what did you say? ”

Zhou Yu slowly stood up from the table, and was about to step forward to ask what was going on, but Sun Ce beside him had already taken the lead in responding.

Sun Ce is the queen of the tiger in the end, although he is young but fearless. In the face of the little woman's cold provocation, he didn't wait to distinguish the true from the false, and a stirring heat in his chest had suddenly surged, and the hot blood flowed from the chest to the limbs, and then converged to the top of the mind. He inherited his father's fierce and resolute spirit when he was a child, and when he was young and frivolous, he always lacked a little patience and calmness.

Sun Ce didn't say anything else, only tore the corners of his mouth and laughed, revealing tiger teeth as sharp as the tip of a knife. He reached out and wiped his face, wiping the ink off the spill clean. Then he stretched out his arms and clapped his blackened palms into fists, twisting the joints of his neck and shoulders as he walked forward.

"Oh, is it? It's up to you? ”

Walking in front of Sima Xian, Sun Ce turned his head to look at her, and Sima Xian met his contemptuous eyes without humility or arrogance. Both of them were smiling, but they were by no means kind, but they still confronted each other so quietly that time seemed to stand still. Not far away, between the branches, a peach petal fell from the branch, and the interval that was originally just a gap between the eyes was also pulled into an infinite length.

Zhou Yu, who was standing in the room, hesitated. The two who hesitated to step forward to stop the sabre-rattling duo should quickly grab Sima Xian and ask what was going on before the situation deteriorated. If it were someone else, he would definitely prevent everything that should or shouldn't happen in advance, and choke all the possibilities of the future in time.

However, it was precisely because the other party was Sima Xian that he had to hesitate again and again: first, Sima Xian had no reason to assassinate Sun Ce; Second, if she really wanted to assassinate, she should have hidden in the middle of that arrow, waiting for an opportunity to find a second chance. And it should never be like now, with his slender body, confronting Sun Ce, who is as powerful as an ox. Therefore, it stands to reason that the current situation should be the worst for the Assassins, so maybe she was not trying to kill Sun Ce, but had other plans?

Just as Zhou Yu was thinking, Sun Ce, who had been standing still, suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and with the faint light shock generated by the surrounding air current, he stabbed Sima Xian's chest with lightning speed.

"Bo Fu, you wait!"

However, it was too late, Sun Ce's hostile sword was already uncontrollable, and it was Sima Xian's heart that he wanted to claim. Seeing that the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from the girl's chest, and between the lightning and flint, Sima Xian raised his longbow with his backhand and struck at the short sword obliquely. She twisted her body away, her footsteps spun and flipped with it, and in an instant, she dodged Sun Ce's attack with a beautiful dodge. Sima Xian immediately threw the bow and arrow in his hand aside, and in the face of Sun Ce's horizontal sword momentum, he leaned back and dodged dexterously, and then quickly pulled out the long knife he carried with him. The snow-white blade turned in his hand, and then he took advantage of the momentum to move upward, and then steadily took the sword that Sun Ce slashed at his head. Although it is obviously inferior in strength, it has seen the trend of four or two thousand catties. If she hadn't practiced martial arts diligently for several years, she would not have been able to achieve such a comfortable situation even if she was talented.

Ding——

The blades of the sword rubbed against each other, and the piercing sound almost tore the pinna. The blade of the sword pressed by Sun Ce on the front seemed to have a thousand jun, like the claws of a fierce tiger, and it was so fierce that it was not like an ordinary teenager. His eyes were scorching, and his wild fighting spirit burst out from it, and he looked like a hero between his eyebrows. Sima Xian's brows frowned slightly, but the smile on his face was even worse. She withdrew her left hand, which was against the back of the knife, and the long knife that was clenched by her right hand slowly pulled outward. At the moment when the blade detached from Sun Ce's sword, she jumped behind her opponent like a swift cheetah, and then flew up and kicked him the back, kicking Sun Ce forward and staggering a few steps.

Sima Xian put away his long knife and raised his chin to Sun Ce, who had turned around, with a smile.

Sun Ce was naturally unconvinced, and was about to step forward to compete with her, but felt that his arm was pulled from behind. He turned his head angrily, but he met Zhou Yu's stopped look.

"Gong Jin, what are you doing! She wants to kill me, but you don't help me, but you still stop me? Sun Ce shook off Zhou Yu's hand, but he hit him the skull.

"You idiot. If my sister really wants to kill you, why do you only defend and not attack, and why do you give up your bow and arrow to get close to you? Zhou Yu glared at Sun Ce, sighed again, and shook his head slowly.

Sun Ce seemed to come back to his senses, and dazedly touched the brain melon that had just been smashed by a chestnut.

"That's it." Sima Xian smiled and picked up the bow and arrow, "It was just a little joke, just took the opportunity to give Senior Brother Ce some color to see-who said that Sima Xian's shoulders can't be picked and can't be lifted, and it's not interesting to play with her?" ”

Unexpectedly, chewing the root of the human tongue behind his back was heard, Sun Ce lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly. But he didn't know why Sima Xian was a woman, and in addition to learning literature, he also practiced martial arts. Could it be that her family background is the same as herself, and she is from a martial arts family?

Sima Xian just smiled, but Zhou Yu remembered that he had heard her mention her family in the gossip. If he hadn't misidentified, then the Hanoi Sima clan that Sima Xian said in his mouth was probably the same family as Yingchuan. The Sima family has been a civil official since Sima Jun, the general of Emperor An of the Han Dynasty, and is considered a Confucian family, and its clan style is similar to that of the Zhou family, but it has never been as martial arts as the Sun family, and there is no reason for women to practice martial arts.

Sima Xian seemed to see the confusion on Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's faces. Sun Ce's doubts and curiosity are vividly painted on his face like a brush and ink sketch, clear and straightforward, without concealment. Zhou Yu had a look of wanting to speak and stopping. His clear, calm eyes lingered between looking at each other, and his thin lips opened and closed, as if he was hesitating whether to say or not. It was as if if he confided his words without permission, and would dye the teeth hidden under his lips with an ugly color.

"Two senior brothers, I'm fully armed to look for you today, what's the point of talking about this, why don't we go hunting." She looked at him left and right, shaking only the bow and arrow in her hand and laughing.

The sky in Hanoi's Van district has not changed.

The climate in the north is always colder, and even in March, it is still bitterly cold. When the pedestrian walks, he always shrinks back, and his hands are in his sleeves, as if he is afraid that the fierce manic demon wind will snatch people away. The bark of a few dead trees had been eroded by frost some time ago, but they still spread their shriveled branches in the wind, and let out a loud and mournful cry, as if they were crying out for the souls of those who had died unjustly.

The entire crumbling Han Dynasty was shrouded in Dong Zhuo's terror, but Wen County, which was still far away from Luoyang, escaped.

The lonely and majestic north wind eroded the vitality of the county, and only an ancient house at the end of the street still had some stability. The owner of the house seems to have not returned for a long time, and the fallen leaves in front of the court accumulate from the end of summer to the beginning of spring of the following year, and decay and decay naturally spread. However, at this moment, there were maids and servants carrying brooms to cook and sweep, and there was a lively noise in the open door, and the smell of books and ink that had not returned for a long time overflowed from it, and it was clear that the owner of the mansion was in it.

In the old study, a tall boy is wiping the heavy dust off the table with a cloth.

He sat down at the table, his tall figure firmly blocking out all the noise and chaos outside the window. A pair of slender and dexterous hands opened the dusty paper roll, and the young man closed his eyes and gently blew away the dust on the paper.

He picked up the pen and first repaired a letter to his father who stayed in Luoyang, telling his father that everything was fine, that he had successfully escaped from Dong Zhuo's clutches, and returned to Wenxian with his family, which was considered to have fulfilled his father's entrustment.

The second letter, the boy had not yet figured out how to write it.

He looked up, the sunlight leaking through the curtains, and only a few wisps were still stubbornly sunning on his face. The boy was born handsome and delicate, a pair of stiff eyebrows were cut into several segments by the light spots, and the sunlight took the opportunity to fall into his gentle pupils, and light and shadow were composed into poems between each other.

The boy was silent for a long time in the sun, only sighed, picked up the pen again, and dropped flowers on the old but still good rice paper.

- My sister, see the letter like a meeting.

He also sometimes had a hard time facing his sister. She is so gentle and so stubborn. is still a child, but he forced himself to take up the example of the eldest sister in the family. My father is sometimes too strict, and he often thinks so, and it doesn't hurt to discipline his brothers strictly, but my sister is a girl after all. He still remembers the day of parting, the tenacious girl with tears in her eyes, folded flowers to make a wreath of flowers and gave it to him, thanking him for taking care of himself, thanking him for always treating him as his own sister.

She probably resented him too. He complained that he did not take her home with her brothers, but sent her to a distant uncle's house for refuge, and never saw her again. How could she understand that the eldest brother, who was the eldest son, did not want to leave her only sister behind.

It's just that I don't know if she's doing well now.

I hope everything is as peaceful and stable as he thinks. When the time came, he naturally took her home.

A letter is completed. The boy was about to encapsulate it, but when he looked up, he saw his eleven-year-old brother standing in the doorway.

"Yi? I didn't say a word when I came, I'm afraid I've been standing here stupidly for a long time. He put down the pen and paper in his hand and beckoned to his brother.

"Yi saw that the eldest brother had no distractions, so he didn't dare to bother more." The young child was still holding the scroll in his hand, and when he saw his brother greeting him, he stepped forward: "My father once said that the brothers of the Sima family should unite as one. Brother Lang was young and promising, and now he has led his brother to move back to Hanoi, I wonder if the sisters of the Sima family should be the same? ”

The little man had something to say, but the young man named Sima Lang didn't blame him. He only smiled gently and stroked Sima Yi's head.

"Yi, I know you want to be a string, but there is no way to do it."

"If the eldest sister doesn't go home for a day, the Sima family will not be perfect for a day. Reunion is home, and the eldest brother also said this. Sima Yi lowered his head and casually wrapped his fingers around.

Sima Lang lowered his eyelashes and did not answer, only sighed leisurely. In the past, he went to school early, and his father's official duties were quite busy, Sima Yi was taken by his eldest sister to read and learn calligraphy since he was a child, and it was natural that he had more feelings for her than his father and brother.

"Wait." Sima Lang raised his hand and touched his younger brother's still childish forehead: "When this is over, I will take you to pick up my sister back." ”

Sima Xian gradually became accustomed to life in Jiangdong.

It was warmer than she had imagined, both in the humid climate and in the rare friends. My uncle lived a reclusive life, teaching her and two young friends to read on weekdays, and squatting in the backyard to weed him when he was free. My uncle loved flowers, and every time he got a new flower, he had to carefully hold it and bury it in the open space in the courtyard, and water and fertilize it day after day, until the seeds grew into young shoots, and the young shoots became stems, and the stems formed buds, and the buds quietly broke and bloomed into flowers. Because of this, my uncle's courtyard was always filled with different fragrances. Sometimes, Sima Xian would help her uncle take care of the flowers in the courtyard when he was busy, and when she stepped on the soft soil between the flowers, she could feel the vigor and vitality drifting from the holes. It was as if as soon as the door of my uncle's house was closed, the entire spring of Koto was locked.

Her uncle treated her like a daughter, and his two students treated her like a sister. At this moment, they were counting the things they had hunted in the suburbs in the kitchen, and Sun Ce and Zhou Yu brought all the rabbits they had brought back to the teacher's house, saying that they wanted to honor the teacher for a meal of game, and they were solely responsible for cooking.

Sun Ce was the most fruitful of the three. He lived up to his father's name, and he hunted seven fat but dexterous hares by himself, which were now kept in cages in batches. Originally, according to the bet agreement between the three of them in advance, Sun Ce should be able to avoid the pain of the kitchen stove, but when he was idle, he had already knocked over two dishes and a chopstick cage, so Zhou Yu sent him to clean the vegetables and give Sima Xian a hand.

In fact, most of the work was taken over by Zhou Yu alone. He rolled up his sleeves, and his white and slender hands were doing all kinds of rough work with ease, not at all like a young master of a big family. When Zhou Yu carried the slaughtered hare into the bucket to shed its hair, Sima Xian happened to pass by with a basin of hot water. The stench of fishy heat rushed from her nostrils to the top of her head, and for a moment she was dizzy and her legs and feet were weak, and the basin of water in her hand almost toppled over.

"Senior Sister Xian, are you okay?" When Zhou Yu heard the sound, he hurriedly got up to help, and he didn't care about any etiquette or the difference between men and women, he only held the edge of the basin with one hand, and held Sima Xian's waist steadily from the side with the other.

Sima Xian recovered from his blurred vision, only to realize that it was the first time he had seen Zhou Yu's face so closely. He was born so elegantly and elegantly, like a verdant pine, cypress and green bamboo. But the corners of his beautiful eyes are clearly mixed with a little gorgeous and magnificent, and the peacock's tail feathers bloom with exquisite arcs. There was a delicate Du Ruo scent on him, floating between the calm breaths. For a moment, Sima Xian seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, as violently as his heart rampage between his chest.

And she always knew that it was not the first time that her heart had such intense feelings.

Zhou Yu also blushed unconsciously. The distance was so close that he felt as if time had been frozen again. There seemed to be falling flowers floating in front of him, and the thick clouds and birds hovering in the sky all disappeared into a stream of wind and fell into Sima Xian's clear eyes. Zhou Yu only now slowly understood that his actions in a hurry were so ambiguous. But for some reason, he didn't want to take the initiative to let go of the hand holding her. It wasn't until Sima Xian lowered his eyes and coughed lightly that he removed his hands like a frightened fawn.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

Zhou Yu was a little flustered and wanted to explain, but Sima Xian just lowered his head and gently rubbed his hands holding the basin: "It's okay, thank you just now." ”

Nothing to say for a while. The atmosphere was suddenly a little stiff, Sima Xian wanted to break the embarrassment, hurriedly saluted Zhou Yu and walked towards the kitchen. However, before he took a few steps, he suddenly heard Zhou Yu calling behind him.

She turned her head and met him head-on.

"Be careful, this gravel road is not easy to walk." As if he hesitated for a long time, Zhou Yu slowly spit out a sentence with his head bowed, but he still looked like he had not finished speaking. Sima Xian wasn't in a hurry, just looked at him like this, as if waiting for him to say something that they were both waiting for.

In the end, Zhou Yu only called her.

However, this time it is not as unfamiliar as before.

He calmed his voice, as if he had made a great deal of determination, and called out to her sister.

Sima Xian looked at him and smiled. This time, there was no cunning and teasing in her smile, but only the warmth and gentleness of the spring breeze. Her eyes sparkled, as rippling as they had when they first met.

"Brother Yu, I've been waiting for you for a long time." She smiled as if she had received the best treasure in the world, and smiled with joy like a child.