Mushuang is the happiest woman in the world.

She has a man who cares about her the most, and relatives who are willing to spoil her.

Sometimes, she really envies Mu Shuang.

Yueli sighed: "That's good, thank you for your hard work."

The coachman smiled at Yueli.

In fact, Yueli knew how long she couldn't stay in the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

But she can't live up to Mu Shuang's kindness now, so she can only stay.

She stayed in the farm for a few days, and then she was leaving.

Yueli was pondering.

The coachman interrupted Yueli's thoughts: "That girl, let's go down."

Feng Yueli heard the coachman say this, so she had to nod slightly.

The coachman then turned around and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Yueliwu walked into the wooden house by himself, looking dazed.

She wore a white mopping smoke cage plum blossom baishui skirt, covered with moon satin embroidered magnolia flying butterfly clothes.

Lined with pale pink brocade wrap chest, the cuffs are embroidered with delicate gold-patterned butterflies,

A few laces were hooked up on the placket of the chest, and the skirt was as thin as a misty silk veil.

Tied with a gold belt around his waist, he is extravagant and looks slim, and his breath is like a quiet orchid.

There is a golden silk psychic jade lying quietly in front of the neck, adding a light and elegant atmosphere.

There is a pair of silver butterfly earrings hanging next to his ears, and a silver hairpin is used to hold the black hair.

Coiled into a delicate willow leaf hairpin, and then pinch a magnolia pin,

It looks fresh, beautiful and elegant.

Dai's eyebrows are light, the cherry lips are not dyed and red, and the whole body exudes the sweet aroma of bluegrass, which is delicate and charming.

exudes the atmosphere of aristocracy, beauty does not eat the fireworks of the world, and the beauty is in time.

The temperament of the whole person seems to be out of the red dust

Elegant and temperamental.

She walked inside, and it didn't look like no one had lived in it.

There are soft couches, beaded curtains, and more things to decorate.

Yueli went to a table and sat down.

Outside the house, the white doves flew away with the wind.

The sound of the wind in the bamboo forest was shocked.

Yueli sat at the table, and the flowers outside the house had already bloomed to the window door.

Yueli raised her eyes slightly, and her expression did not change at all.

Looking at the world outside, he didn't speak.

Her dark and cold eyes flashed with a hint of sadness.

In the small garden outside the village, a white shadow suddenly flashed.

She had noticed the white shadow.

That person is clearly Si Xueyi.

Yueli pursed her thin lips and did not speak.

Si Xueyi held a bracelet and a sword in his hands.

Just when Yueli was puzzled, he had already entered the house from the outside.

When Si Xueyi saw her, a smile flashed on her handsome face: "Xiao Yueli."

Yueli nodded and responded: "Lord Siyi, I don't know if you came here, do you have anything to say to me?"

Si Xueyi put the bracelet and sword in his hand on the table.

The bracelet was still stained with blood.

The same is true for swords.

Yueli didn't know why, but she didn't ask who the dress was.

The smile on the corner of Si Xueyi's mouth gradually retracted: "This is the mantle of the Luan National Teacher, she has been completely destroyed, and the Night National Master has been killed by the Jiang family."

When Yueli heard Si Xueyi's words, a trace of sadness flashed in her empty eyes.

Her fingers lifted up unconsciously, stroking the clothes and bracelets on the table.

The pain in my heart was born.

The pain was like a knife that drilled into her heart, but it didn't let it go.

Yueli's tears were extremely forbearing, and she couldn't bear it alive: "How did you get her mantle?"

Si Xueyi thought for a while before answering her: "This is what I asked someone to get it, the two royal families of Luan and Feng, have been killed and no one is left, if there is really someone left, then only you are left."