The next morning, the sky was clear, and even the yellow warblers flying through the yard were chirping happily, humming cheerful songs, waking up Yan Shuangfei in his dream.

Because of excessive drinking, Yan Shuangfei's head was still a little swollen and painful. She rubbed her eyes, and Qi'er's busy figure enlarged in her eye sockets again.

"Miss, you're awake, this is sobering soup, I'll put it on the table for you." Qi'er smiled at Yan Shuangfei and obediently placed the porcelain bowl on the table.

Yan Shuangfei nodded, stood up, and drank the bowl of soup, but his eyes quietly drifted to the window.

Outside the window, Duan Qifeng was wearing a white shirt and holding a long sword, dancing in the courtyard and practicing in the morning. Duan Ming stood beside him, looking expressionlessly, but his eyes showed the color of appreciation.

"What a good dance." Yan Shuangfei muttered to himself. It turned out that Duan Qifeng was so handsome in white, especially the elegant posture when he danced the sword seriously, which really made people unable to take their eyes off.

Qi'er smiled secretly and whispered to Yan Shuangfei: "The general is dancing here early in the morning, and the young lady will also go out to help the general." ”

Yan Shuangfei was stunned for a moment, adding to the fun? I don't know if she'll scare him away as soon as she goes out.

What happened last night, it was indeed her impulsive. It's just that she didn't expect Duan Qifeng to react like that, and she even had a hint of fantasy, feeling that the man also liked her a little.

Oh, it's because she thinks too much, and she is as proud and cold as him, how can she like an ordinary woman like her. What's more, she also carries him behind his back to deal with other men. This alone is intolerable.

But what made her confused was that she didn't know whether last night's sadness and last night's indulgence were because of Liang Xuan's wedding, or because of Duan Qifeng's ambiguity with the woman in the Qinglou, or ...... Both?

It's just that whatever the reason, she's ultimately a loser. Since you can't disobey this so-called "fate", since you can't pursue what you want to pursue, let it go.

Yan Shuangfei sat in front of the dresser and let Qi'er dress her up. Although the woman in the mirror can only look at it roughly, she can also perceive the beauty and delicacy of the facial features, as well as the melancholy between the beautiful eyebrows.

Subsequently, with the help of Qi'er, Yan Shuangfei changed into a pale pink thin dress, and stood up, and a smart beauty suddenly appeared.

"Miss, your body hasn't recovered yet, but Yiqi'er looks at it, Miss has a sickly and beautiful feeling." Qi'er said seriously.

Yan Shuangfei sneered and smiled, silently thinking in his heart, don't be "Dong Shi Xiaofeng". She dragged her skirt and slowly walked out of the house. What should be faced is always to be faced, at least, it must be said clearly, so as not to be embarrassed later.

Duan Qifeng was concentrating on dancing the sword, his head was slightly on the side, and there was a familiar figure in the afterglow. His hand crooked, barely catching the hilt of the fallen sword.

"Ma'am." Duan Ming called lightly and lightly, not at all as if he was greeting respectfully.

Yan Shuangfei still smiled at Duan Ming in a friendly manner, sat down on the stone chair on the side, and watched Duan Qifeng dance the sword.

Being stared at like this by Yan Shuangfei, where can Duan Qifeng continue to practice calmly. He withdrew his sword, threw it to Duan Ming next to him, and sat down beside Yan Shuangfei.

Qi'er obediently brought a pot of tea, poured a cup for Duan Qifeng and Yan Shuangfei, and then retreated.

Yan Shuangfei tasted tea thoughtfully, secretly glancing at Duan Qifeng's expression from time to time. I saw that his face was calm and calm, and he didn't seem to have changed anything because of last night's events.

Yan Shuangfei gave Duan Ming a few rather vague glances, signaling him to retreat quickly, but Duan Ming turned a deaf ear and looked into the distance without squinting. Yan Shuangfei glared at him fiercely and snorted with great disdain.

Duan Qifeng smiled softly, this woman likes to engage in these small actions.

"Duan Ming, take the sword to Qingfeng Tower." Duan Qifeng commanded softly.

"Yes." Duan Ming nodded, didn't look at Yan Shuangfei, and walked straight to Qingfeng Tower.

Yan Shuangfei spat at Duan Ming's back again, and then stopped.

"That's what he is, don't mind." Duan Qifeng explained, I don't know if it's comforting Yan Shuangfei, in short, when the words come out, he himself feels awkward.

"Hehe......" Yan Shuangfei smiled flatteringly, but he had another thought in his heart.

Alas, I don't know who Duan Ming learned "like this" from......

"Looking for me?" Duan Qifeng took a sip of tea and asked casually.

Yan Shuangfei nodded, shook his head again, and finally unnaturally stretched out his hand and touched his head, and then organized the language and replied: "There is nothing to do...... I just thought that Brother Feng's sword dance was very handsome and beautiful, so I came to watch and watch......"

Duan Qifeng was stunned for a moment, but the corners of his lips were obviously faster than thinking, and he immediately hooked up an amplitude.

"That's right......" he echoed softly.

"Hmm......" Yan Shuangfei wanted to slap himself in the mouth, but he still thought about it for so long before saying it, why did he still say it so ...... So "explicit"? It's already embarrassing, and now it's good how to end it.

"You play the piano...... It's also good. The faint voice drifted through the air with the breeze, a little hazy, but very real. Duan Qifeng turned his face to the side, his eyes fixed on the ancient tree on his left, the ancient tree was lush and full of vitality. It's just that at this moment, he has no intention of appreciating it.

Yan Shuangfei looked at Duan Qifeng in a daze, as if he wanted to see some clues in his eyes, so that she was sure that the words just now came from his mouth. However, Duan Qifeng's face turned to the other side, she couldn't see his expression at the moment, nor could she see whether his eyes had the same warm color as this sentence.

The picture froze for a moment, no one spoke again, and no longer thought about what happened last night. The two of them sat quietly together, listening to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves, with a smile in their eyes, and even the corners of their mouths unconsciously raised a beautiful amplitude.