The torches are like a dragon winding.

A flaming arrow slashed a long arc across the night sky, falling on Shunyu's side like a meteor.

She suddenly looked back, saw the bright moon and the breeze and the back of the attendant who turned the direction and fled, and the breeze also turned her head to look at her, her eyes touched and flowed in the cluster of fire, and the years were goodbye.

She closed her gaze indifferently, raised her neck and searched for Shen Erye, more than a dozen high-headed horses lined up in front of her, and the soldiers on the saddle were wearing silver cold armor, and their faces were hidden in the gloomy night.

One of them galloped towards her, showing his courage and might, Shun Yu felt that the heroic posture was very familiar, and when she wanted to look closely, she thought that there was an arm as hard as iron on her waist, and in an instant, the approaching white horse raised its front hooves high and neighed, and forced to stop its steps and kick forward.

Shun Yu was shocked, and a cold voice was already heard in his ears, and he said, I can't leave you.

"Let go of me." Shun Yu gritted his teeth in hatred and desperately broke his fingers.

"I'm going to take you away." Qingfeng thought that this prostitute was urging him to flee for his life, which was really affectionate and righteous, and his heart as hard as a rock was as soft as fine sand in an instant.

He tightened Shun Yu's hoop and fled desperately towards another mountain road behind him.

Immediately, the general puffed up his chest, drew his bow like a full moon, and with the deep sound of the "tent", an arrow shot straight ahead of Qingfeng two or three steps, blocking his way.

"Let her go!"

The loud and clear shout made Shun Yu's eyes wide......... Is it Xu Lan?!

You see him straddling a tall horse, armored, holding a magpie painting bow and carving arrows, and the light of the fire illuminates that rich and colorful face, who would it be if he wasn't him?

She could hear Qingfeng sneering, she could feel the ruthlessness of his instant condensation, and she could see that there were several silver needles in his sleeve that burst out with cold light.

Shun Yu took a deep breath.

Several silver needles have been sandwiched between the five fingers of the breeze, and the tips of the needles have been quenched with poison and are crystal clear.

Just raise your hand and sprinkle it on the young general, and ........ while he struggles with the silver needle.

The breeze curled the corners of his lips, and it was the perfect time for him to escape with the prostitute, and he did.

The moment his five fingers were about to collapse and stretch, a sharp pain surged to the limbs, so painful that the silver needles between his fingers slipped to the ground, and when he looked down, it was the bronze sword of Mingyue Gongzi, the cold sword body pierced into his abdomen, and blood splashed and dripped on the upper of his white green cloth.

In the morning, he sat in front of a stall under the arched bridge in the city and ate offal soup, which he had not eaten in a long time.

A village woman with a sad face walked up to him and took out a pair of new white-soled green cloth shoes from the bamboo basket she was carrying for only ten cents.

He frowned slightly, and when he was doing something he liked, he hated being disturbed, and the people who used to disturb him were now green in their graves.

His eyes fell on his feet, the shoes of difficult color to be distinguished, the big toe showed off his might, and when he raised his eyes, there was a bamboo basket on the back of the village woman, and a little baby was feverish and blushing.

The village woman walked away with a thousand thanks, he stood up in his new shoes, went up and down the arch bridge, and the new shoes were a little topped, maybe they would be loose when he walked.

He always felt something weird.

Now he has finally been enlightened, just because today is his birthday.

Every year on this day, he would find a place where no one could find him, and sleep in the dark to pass the time.

Today, after all, he made an exception, and he was moved by emotion, and tasted the price of soft-heartedness and the taste of being deceived.

He tried to keep himself awake, staring at the little prostitute's pale cheeks and angry eyes.

looked at a burly man wearing a navy blue embroidered moire cloak, flew over, pulled her into his arms, and looked at her...... but they fell on his bosom and wept.

It turned out that she was the herb picker.

This hateful little liar, whatever he does to do laundry, cooking, and warm quilts, it is all a deception.

How could he be serious!

.......................

Shun Yu heard the sound of sin when the sword pierced Qingfeng's body, and there was sticky hot blood, splashing on her robe, staining the back of her white hand with red plums.

In her previous life, she fought with her concubines in the palace, and she was reincarnated to take revenge and blood hatred, and she also used other things and other people's hands to kill herself.

He let go of his sword-wielding hand and staggered backwards, watching the breeze stagger to his knees, watching the grim and desperate sneer in his eyes.

Even if he killed people like hemp and died innocently, Shun Yu still couldn't stop trembling.

Her back suddenly pressed against her broad chest, her warm palms covered her eyes, and a gentle and calm voice sounded: "Don't look." ”

Second Master Shen said don't look at it, then don't watch it...... But what should I do if it's already in my mind?

She buried herself in his hot arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, no matter how many grievances and hatreds she had with this man in the past and this life, he was always the one who could comfort her the most.

Shun Yu's stiff body gradually softened, and she chuckled, "Where have you been..... Why are you here...... Wouldn't it be nice if you came earlier..... Do you know what it's like to kill someone....."

She stopped laughing, her voice was choked, and her words were intermittent, but she could hear Shen Erye's eyes dim and her bowels turning.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still in the mountains, so I went there first..... It's me who is bad...... Never again. He went to hold Shunyu's cheeks, wanting to see the look on her face, but gave up because of her stubbornness.

Looking up at the injured assassin again, he was rescued and taken away by his companions.

He waved his hand to stop the generals from chasing, only giving Shen Rong a look, Shen Rong understood, and quickly chased after the figure that disappeared behind the dense fog.

The man in front of his chest cried so much that his clothes were wet, so he simply picked it up and walked towards the carriage without looking back.

.....................

Maybe it's the cold in the mountains and the night rain, or maybe it's exhaustion and fatigue, Shun Yu has been sick and bedridden for a few days since he returned to Yingtianfu.

Many things near and far came from in her dreams, she was dazed, she only knew that Shen Erye always fed her medicinal soup in person, washed her hands and face, and no longer slept with her, but she would come to sit in front of the bed for a while after finishing official business in the middle of the night, and even ...... Kiss her.

He was lustful, and he was not afraid of illness, and his delicate thin lips licked and sucked her earlobes and cheeks, sucking away the bitterness of her lips and tongue, and he had to leave the sweetness.

Knowing that she was weak and powerless at this time, he had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted, so he became more and more inch-inch, listening to his slight gasp, and listening to his gentle advice: "Feng Jiu get better quickly." ”

So on a bright spring afternoon, I heard a yellow warbler chirping on a wisteria trellis.

She pushed open the door and walked out of front of the porch, the sun was so dazzling, her eyes squinted for a long time, only to see the pink butterflies flying by her side, a bitter smell permeated, it was the guard's five, holding a fan on the stove, piercing on the medicinal soup on the top, gurgling and smoking.

A bunch of purple iris was held in front of her, Shun Yu was stunned, raised her eyes, and just met Xu Lan's smiling face.