The breeze blew, and the verdant bamboo forest sounded a "rustling" sound. "Sister Qingjia, if you hide from me, he can still find it, you might as well talk face-to-face, it's not a way to go on like this."

In the elegant bamboo house, there is a mild medicinal fragrance. The woman in purple was slender as if a gust of wind could blow it away, her eyes were like stars, shining, revealing innocence, but her face was pale. "Zi Gui, you don't need to help him say good things, what kind of person he is, I don't know, he doesn't want to, who can force him?" Qingjia said negatively.

Zi Gui sighed, and was about to remind Qing Jia Ning Fan that he was behind, but was interrupted by the angry Qing Jia, "Zi Gui, I can't believe he will do this to me, I just went to Youzhou, but half a month, when I came back, what I saw was him holding another woman, he didn't want to, how could a woman get close to him three steps?" I don't want to be entangled with him anymore, it's not the first time, I've seen him holding other women several times, the reason why I don't say it is just that I don't want to tear my face with him, this time I really can't help it, it's just that, such a man is not worth my trouble for him at all. ”

"Am I not worth your trouble? So who is worth it? The second prince of Moxue? Or the master of the Tang Gate? As soon as Qing Jia finished speaking, she heard Ning Fan's voice. Standing up with a slap on the table, Zi Gui thought they were going to do it, and was about to go out to persuade her, but who knows, Qing Jia flew up, "Qing Jia, you stop for me, you dare to run and try." You tell me clearly, what does it mean to be not worth it? Ning Fan saw that Qingjia wanted to leave, and he was angry in his heart and opened his mouth to question.

"Brother Ning, if you don't chase after it, Sister Qingjia will go away." Zi Gui had to remind on the side. Ning Fan was taken aback, and the anger in his heart dissipated, yes, there are few people in the world who can match Qingjia's light skills. Without saying a word, he flew and chased in the direction where Qing Jia went.

Zi Gui shook her head and sighed, these two people have been entangled for so long, when will they be able to see their hearts clearly? turned around and entered the door, looked at the few people who tried the medicine, their faces were wrong, it seemed that there were still a few medicines that had not been collected.

Zi Gui took the medicine and walked around to the back of the bamboo house, where there was a mountain on which she was full of herbs. Walking on the mountain road, listening to the sound of birds, the corners of Zi Gui's mouth hooked up a smile. But as soon as her heart hurt, Zi Gui covered her mouth and coughed a few times, and her snow-white handkerchief was instantly dyed with gorgeous red. Zi Gui sighed helplessly, she should have died ten years ago, if she hadn't been saved by her master, how could she have dragged this dilapidated body to live for so many years.

It seems that she is afraid that her life will be short, or it is better to die early with this sick body. Zi Gui knows that her time is running out, but it is a pity that she will never see the beauty of the four seasons again, in fact, the four seasons of Yunguo are spring, and the climate is very warm. Looking at the lush greenery of the mountains, Zi Gui was a little envious of them, her vitality was so tenacious, it would be nice if she had the same vitality as them. It's a pity······

The young girl did not have the decadence of a dying person, but became more and more bright and moving, and her purple figure was like a fairy, shuttling through the green mountain forest.

Zi Gui looked at the herbs in Yaolou, it was still a taste, let's look for it again. After thinking about it, I went deeper into the mountains and forests, walked for a while, and found that something was wrong. Usually no one here comes except her, why is it obvious that someone has walked by today? Purple rose followed the traces of the grass being trampled on the mountain road.

After walking about fifty steps, Zi Gui saw a figure lying on the grass, someone was injured, Zi Gui hurriedly stepped forward to check, and her small hand caught the man's pulse. Strange, not hurt, huh? Look at the complexion, Zi Gui turned over the man's body, as if he had seen him somewhere, this eyebrow is so familiar, and the slight wrinkle between the eyebrows is also very similar to what he remembers, but when have he seen it?

It's so familiar, but who is it? Some fragments flashed through Zi Gui's mind, but they disappeared in an instant. Who is he and how does he have anything to do with me······