"Well, how's that?" Yan Shuangfei was stunned for a moment and asked inexplicably.

"Oh, that's it...... It's ......" Blowing the painting smiled ambiguously at Yan Shuangfei, wanting to say goodbye.

Yan Shuangfei reacted suddenly, smiled awkwardly, and said, "The palace master has a noble identity, Qiqi doesn't dare to climb high......"

"What is high and not high, in my heart, Qiqi is excellent!" Blowing the picture said seriously.

Yan Shuangfei smiled helplessly and said angrily: "You, I don't know how many times you have praised me today." If it goes on like this, no matter how thick-skinned I am, I can't stay with you! ”

"I'm telling the truth." The painting smiled "hee-hee" with an innocent face.

"Okay, patronizing me, what about you? I don't believe that our lovely paintings don't have a favorite! Yan Shuangfei quietly shifted the topic to blowing paintings.

Sure enough, Yan Shuangfei's voice fell, and the expression on his face became a little more unnatural.

"I ...... What do I want...... ...... "Blowing the painting is vague.

"Ahem, isn't it just that 'little book'......"

"Why! That bastard, asshole, bastard, all the men in the world are dead, and I won't like him! He said angrily, but his face had a suspicious crimson.

"Good, good, don't like it, don't like it." Yan Shuangfei smiled softly, but his mouth catered to her meaning.

"It's getting dark, and we're going back." Blowing the painting ended the topic in a perfunctory manner, stood up and went to help Yan Shuangfei.

Yan Shuangfei smiled helplessly for a while and stood up. Fuhua took her arm and walked in the direction she came, but muttered again.

"Qiqi, our palace master is really good...... He cares so much about you, and he'll treat you well......"

Yan Shuangfei didn't say anything more, and when he heard this, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze, but it froze on his face for a long time.

Fuhua suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and subconsciously looked up at Yan Shuangfei's face, and saw that she was smiling as lightly as she had just now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was night, the moon was sparse, and there were bursts of insect chirping from time to time. The painting had returned to his house, and the Shadowless Palace was as quiet as ever.

Yan Shuangfei lay on the bed for a while, still not sleepy. Liang Xuan's painful expression when he was injured kept coming to mind, and it gradually transformed into Liang Ye's evil face that no longer made her feel simple. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she unconsciously recalled the picture of meeting the palace master of the Shadowless Palace in the evening, but it was just that moment, but it stirred up turbulent waves in her heart.

Tossing and turning, Yan Shuangfei finally couldn't help but get up, and he didn't bother to put on any more clothes, just put on a robe on his body, opened the door, and walked outside.

The moonlight was bright tonight, and Yan Shuangfei walked slowly along the gravel path with lanterns. At this time, it was already summer, but the climate in the Shadowless Palace was not hot, but it was slightly cool at night. Yan Shuangfei subconsciously grabbed the robe, but his eyes looked at the night in the palace with interest.

The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery. The stars and the moon were shining, and the surroundings were quiet, only the leaves were blown by the cool breeze, making a slight rustling sound.

"The courtyard is cold and sparse, and the neighboring pestle is anxious at night. The best period is far away, and the sky is standing. For some reason, in the face of such a beautiful night, Yan Shuangfei remembered such a sad poem.

Before the words fell, Yan Shuangfei chuckled as if laughing at himself. Even she didn't understand when she started to become sad and even depressed.

"Why hasn't Miss Qiqi rested yet?" A gentle voice came from behind him, Yan Shuangfei was shocked, and turned back in astonishment.

The moonlight was shining in the air, the candlelight was swaying on the side of the road, and a man in white stood up, the breeze brought up the corners of his flying clothes, and even the air was filled with the unique fragrance of the man's body.

At this moment, Yan Shuangfei's brain turned out to be blank again, but for some reason a very famous poem emerged - the crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

It's just that when she first learned this poem, she didn't understand the meaning at all, let alone the so-called joy and excitement in it. To this day, she doesn't have that sense of being there.

"Seventy-seven girl?" The man approached, his silver mask shining with moonlight. It's just the face under the mask, but you can't tell its joy, anger and sorrow.

Being lightly called by the Shadowless Palace Master, Yan Shuangfei came back to his senses and hurriedly greeted him. "Qiqi has seen the palace master."

"No need to be polite." The palace master chuckled, but turned sideways, as if deliberately avoiding eye contact with her. "It's late at night, why hasn't Miss Qiqi fallen asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep, so I come out to relax." Yan Shuangfei also turned sideways and stood side by side with the palace master. Her height was just up to the palace master's shoulders, her hair was scattered, and the breeze caressed it, raising all kinds of style.

"What's on the mind of the seventy-seven girl?" The palace master asked lightly and lightly, although he was asking with care, he couldn't hear a trace of emotion.

Yan Shuangfei hooked the corners of his lips, looked up at the bright moon, and did not hide it, and said, "I'm thinking about someone." ”

"Huh?" The man's body trembled clearly, but he instantly regained his composure.

"A person I love dearly." Yan Shuangfei repeated again very seriously.

Under the mask, the corners of the man's lips hooked, but his eyes suddenly dimmed. "Hehe, if you can win the favor of the seven seven girls, that man must be extraordinary."

Hearing the laughter in the tone of the people around him, Yan Shuangfei also sneered in his heart, but responded quietly: "The palace master praised Qiqi falsely, because that man was too good, and Qiqi was not worthy of him." ”

"Seventy-seven girl is too modest." The Shadowless Palace Master chuckled lightly and said flatly.

"Hehe......" Yan Shuangfei smiled perfunctorily, and didn't say more, standing quietly beside the man, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.

The two of them suddenly fell silent, and although they did not speak, the atmosphere was very warm.

"Ahh

The Shadowless Palace Lord was stunned for a moment, then looked at her, and saw that she was only wearing a robe, so he complained softly: "The palace is cold, you wear so little, won't you provoke the cold." ”

After that, the palace master took off the white robe on his body, and before Yan Shuangfei could react, he draped it on her body.

"It's late at night, I'll send you back." The Shadowless Palace Lord hesitated for a moment, and finally held Yan Shuangfei's hand. The ice was cold and cold, which made his heart ache suddenly.

Yan Shuangfei did not resist, but his eyes turned red unconsciously. There was a burst of warmth in the palm of the hand, which spread to the heart and filled the whole heart.

Under the moonlight, the two figures were one in front of the other, but their fingers were connected. The night was still as quiet as before, but in the slightly cool air, there were a few more warm colors.