The strange fragrance that permeated the corridor became more and more intense, like soft tentacles, penetrating into every inch of his pores, slowly stirring the bottom of his heart, hiding the deepest wisp of jade string. Jiang An's thoughts, as if blown by the spring breeze, suddenly became clear.

This strange smell...... I don't know where it came from, so refreshing, so ...... Familiar. The fragrance that was vague was like a silk thread raised in the sky, fluttering with the wind, pulling back his kite, which had been drifting for a long time, inch by inch. For a while, in his mind, those memories that he had forgotten for a long time came flooding back, turning into small pictures and flashing by. That, bit by bit, it turned out to be seven years ago, the sword boy was in the red leaf forest, the red leaves burned through, and under the moon in the wind, he met a girl in purple.

Every time he took a step forward, the memory in his mind was clearer, and the more he moved forward, the more gloomy Jiang An's face became. The long corridor, stretching straight forward, seemed extremely long at this time. Finally, the strange fragrance condensed in one place, dissipated suddenly, Jiang An settled down, and at the end of the corridor in front of him, a carved wooden door was closed, and the strange fragrance was here, suddenly dissipated.

"Carving insect skills!" After Jiang An said this, the corners of his mouth sneered, and his eyes lit up, and then he raised his sword and slashed the wooden door in an instant.

A burst of elegant fragrance came to the nose, and a touch of soft purple veil brushed across the cheeks. In the hut, the bead curtain hangs obliquely, the guqin swings horizontally, on the green jade case, a few flying flowers, a few pots of bamboo, just like a woman's residence. Jiang An frowned and was puzzled, a little puzzled, on the battleship, there was a woman? Immediately, a thin smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he thought slightly in his heart, Ye Jin was really free.

Looking up, I saw that on the green jade case, a piece of white rice paper was spread out horizontally, the pen was messy, and the ink was scattered, but it was still not solidified.

Jiang An raised his head, looked around, saw no one, glanced at the ink, although he had some doubts in his heart, he had no choice but to give up, put his sword back into its sheath, and turned around to leave. After walking a few steps, I heard a few strange noises behind me. His brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes moved, and he chased the wind out of his sheath and went straight behind him. The sword was like lightning, and the cold light appeared, and under one blow, the carved cabinet behind him was scattered in an instant.

With a hoarse whisper, a thin purple figure rolled out of the cabinet, frightened, and slowly shrank towards the corner. Jiang An fixed his eyes and saw that it was a masked woman in purple veil, curled up in the corner, her little face was pale because of fright, her eyes were full of horror, and she hurriedly shrank back, making a hoarse whining sound in her throat.

Jiang An frowned, stepped forward, stared at her eyes like autumn water, pointed lightly at the horizontal sword, and said coldly, "Where is Ye Jin?" ”

The blade of the sword rested against her neck, and through the light veil, a slight coolness oozed from it. Her body shook violently because of fear, and a terrible scream came out of her throat, and she was at a loss, and in her urgency, tears trickled down and she whimpered.

Seeing this, Jiang An took the sword edge away by an inch, his voice was much softer, and asked, "Say, where is Ye Jin?" ”

The woman struggled to catch her breath, her figure thin, still cowered in the corner, her sideburns disheveled and shivering. Several hoarse cries came from her throat, mixed with horror, babbling, and messy. In the beautiful eyes, the water rippled slightly, and suddenly a drop of clear tears slipped out and fell on the chasing wind, condensing into a stream of water. Jiang An lowered his head and glanced at those beautiful eyes, the scene in his mind was churning, and the past came in an instant. Those eyes...... Such as clear, such as the Lingling spring water rising in the mountains, the dust is not clean, and the hearts of the people are cleansed. As if that day, the first encounter in the red leaf forest in Rongcheng, Ah Wei was alone, cowering, running in a hurry in the forest, accidentally, knocked down by him, she fell on a red leaf, also cowered like this, retreated, her eyes were full of horror, and she was still holding the round package in her hand.

At that time, her eyes were clear and mixed with a little panic, which should be the same as the woman in purple in front of her! For a time, the scene of the past, the people who have passed away, slowly coincide with the people in front of them.

Jiang An's eyes looked at the crying woman, as cold as the tip of the sword, picking off the purple yarn in front of her. However, before the blade fell, the woman's throat let out a terrible and miserable cry, as if greatly stimulated, her hands were at a loss, her hands covered her face, and she shook her head desperately, babbling and roaring, as if she was crazy. She whimpered, tears rolling down between her fingers like beads of broken thread.

Seeing this, Jiang An felt a little unbearable in his heart, raised his hand, and chased the wind back to the sheath. He crouched down and grabbed the crying woman in front of him, trying to pull her cheek-covering hands away. However, the woman shook her head frantically, covering her face desperately, and tears suddenly slipped down and dripped on his hands, cold to the bone. Seeing this, Jiang An was a little angry, grabbed her neck, and pulled away the wrist that was blocking her in front of her.

What do you see? Beauty? I saw two deep sword marks intertwined, cutting from the bridge of the woman's nose and spreading to the entire left side of her face. The scar was like two centipedes, fangs and claws, viciously crawling on the supposedly beautiful face, snatching away the youthful elegance and making her look like a Shura. The neck he grabbed was also a scar that spread deep into the bones, as if someone had held a sword and pierced her neck, destroying her voice.

Seeing this, Jiang An was stunned for a moment, and there was a little pity in his eyes. Who is such a cruel method, who is it that hurts her so much! He slowly let go of his hand, and the woman no longer covered her face, but raised her head and looked at him with tears on her face, with a bit of despair and stubbornness in her eyes. Jiang An turned his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "No wonder you don't answer, it turns out that you can't speak." ”

Seeing that there was no news from her mouth, Jiang An didn't plan to embarrass her anymore, patted her on the shoulder to show comfort, and leaned down to help her pick up the purple yarn scattered on the ground. The tear-stained woman panicked, suddenly raised her head, her lips opened lightly, and spit out a purple mist, Jiang An was careless for a while, defenseless, suddenly felt dizzy, and the black mist gradually appeared in front of him, and before he could hold his waist to chase the wind, he had already stumbled and fell, and pounced heavily on her. The woman gently took him into her arms, picked up the purple veil and put it on her face, and her cool eyes showed a somewhat unpredictable look.

There was a sudden squeak in his ears, and in a blink of an eye, a bloody figure staggered in, Ye Jin held a long sword, silver armor stained with blood, and covered the broken wooden door in a panic, still gasping for breath, fixed his figure, stepped in front of her in a few steps, squatted down, blood-stained fingers touched the corners of her eyes, a little sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Sister Fu, we are defeated." ”

In the corner of Ye Shuifu's eyes, a tear suddenly slipped over his hand, and she turned her head in a hurry and held back strongly. Seeing this, Ye Jin felt even more sad, and shook her head, looked at her seriously, and made a firm promise, "Don't worry, my cousin will definitely not let you have anything." ”

Ye Jin raised her hand to push aside the figure lying on top of her, and wondered, "How could someone break through the sandalwood array and come to your room?" A little worry appeared on his face, and he asked softly, "Are you alright?" Ye Shuifu had tears in her eyes, still smiling, and shook her head at him. Ye Jin lowered his head, only to see clearly that the person under his feet was actually wearing gold armor. A little suspicious, Ye Jin reached out and turned the man over, muttering, "Golden armor?" As if remembering something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a burst of joy spread to his cheeks, with a little disbelief, pointing to the unconscious figure on the ground, and blurted out a sentence, "This, is it...... Jiang An? ”

Ye Shuifu didn't know why, there was a look of guilt in her eyes, and she slowly lowered her head.

Ye Jin turned his head, smiled at Ye Shuifu, reached into her arms with one hand and took a small bottle, poured it into the mouth of Jiang An, who was unconscious, and glanced back at her, "Unexpectedly, the medicine that the king left on you this time really helped us a lot." ”

The antidote melted in his mouth, and in an instant, Jiang An slowly opened his eyes, but before he could figure out what was happening in front of him, Ye Jin quickly raised his hand, quickly clicked on his acupoint, laughed slyly, and said contemptuously, "Prince Donglai is fine, although I lost this trip, but you are alone, and the sacrifice of my 30,000 soldiers is worth it." ”

Jiang An was stopped by him at this time, and his limbs couldn't move, so he had to secretly complain in his heart, blaming himself for how he could be so careless. He slowly closed his eyes, a touch of contempt appeared on his face at first glance, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he slowly spit out two words, "Plot." ”

"Plot, haha." Ye Jin picked him up from the ground, didn't think so, laughed lightly, and sneered, "What about the plot?" I don't plot against Ning, so how can Qin Lan be willing to send you to the frontier to die with such a big gift? ”

"Huh." Hearing this, Jiang An's heart was stinging, he turned his head, no longer looked at Ye Jin, slowly closed his eyes, hesitated, although his heart was sour, his mouth was still reading, "Father's wisdom, how can others speculate?" ”

Ye Jin listened, didn't answer, looked at him coldly, sneered, took out a small pill from his arms, and stuffed it into his mouth. Jiang An didn't resist, he didn't refuse, he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.

Seeing this, Ye Jin's face flashed with a few hints of surprise, and then he laughed, "You cooperate." ”

"What else else?" Jiang An didn't open his eyes, still with a look of disdain, "If you don't cooperate, won't this poison enter my mouth?" If that's the case, I'll do the same. ”

"Of course not." Ye Jin smiled slyly, the horizontal sword was pressed against Jiang An's neck, his voice suddenly turned serious, and he said, "Prince Donglai, this time I have a lot of work." Before the words fell, his fingertips quickly unlocked the acupoints around him.

Jiang comforted his chest and coughed lightly, then stood up and said awe-inspiringly, "Lead the way ahead." ”