"No." Seeing that the princess showed such a stern look, the sparrow expected that the situation must be extremely serious, and her heart jumped a few times, but she didn't dare to be careless, and she was busy taking her life.

The small fan in her hand was gently fanned, Princess Yaohua walked slenderly, took a slow step, her eyes flowed, a bend of autumn waves slowly froze, her heart was a little heavy, she bit her lip, and sighed at the thin moon in the sky, "Hey...... Father, what do you want, do you really have to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots before you give up? Father! ”

"Princess, it's late at night, it's cold in the courtyard, you're weak, let's rest in the palace first!" Hearing such words, although she was surprised in her heart, there was no wave on her face, she stepped forward, supported Qin Shuyao, and whispered a word of persuasion.

"Either way, no matter what!" Shu Yao sighed, the small fan in his hand shook slightly, glanced at the green leaf that had just been caught by himself, and with a wry smile, he followed the brocade and walked back to the palace.

The night is quiet, the ink is boundless, the summer breeze hides a few touches of autumn, slowly flowing on the branches and leaves, almost wanting to shake the branches and flowers into residual red. Qingjiao Yuehua is noble, but she was strongly enveloped by the dark night, and she was unable to protect herself, so she was dyed with a little ink out of thin air. The depressing sense of solemnity hits, and the long night is so long, people can't help but wonder, the golden clouds are sudden, the frost day is dawning, and I don't know what year and month it will be.

Outside the west gate of Donglai Wan'an Palace, Qin Lingyan, the city lord of Wanzhou, stepped on his war horse, dressed in silver armor, facing the flowing wind, and three hundred soldiers lined up behind him. The hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slowly, he closed his eyes, listening to the breeze flowing slowly past his ears, and suddenly it was cut off by the sharp blade, turning into an inch of desolation. He whipped his horse and wandered by the gates of the magnificent palace. The night was long, and he was waiting, waiting for a doomed end.

In the bleak long night, a figure wearing a long robe and carrying a long blade came in a hurry. The night was getting deeper, and several guards guarding outside the west gate were a little tired, and they didn't feel that they opened their mouths, yawned a few times, suddenly raised their eyes, and saw the figure that suddenly appeared in front of them, and instantly became alert, and pulled out the long sword at their waists with a loud voice, and said sharply, "Whoever leaves the palace late at night, report his name!" ”

When the figure in front of him approached, he lifted the sword and plucked the leaves, so that the bright moonlight sprinkled around him, showing an angular face, he slowly opened his eyes, several times, the king was in front, and the elegance was infinite. Seeing this, the guard on his side opened his mouth wide for a while, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak, trembling, "The king...... King! After saying that, he leaned down and bowed.

"This king is not here today to be worshipped." Unable to wait for that sound to come out, King Donglai raised his hand to stop it, and at the same time stopped the people who were about to bow down. Seeing this, Qin Lingyan turned over and dismounted, staggered forward, and knelt in front of King Donglai with a plop, the fingers holding the hilt of the sword trembled, with endless sadness, and said lamentingly, "Great King...... King! ”

Qin Lan stepped over, ignoring the person in front of him, walked past him, brushed his sleeves and said coldly, "Just do it, don't ask more, don't plead." ”

"I'm ......" clenched his fists minute by minute, buckled on the vast palace road, closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, without waiting to look back, the king in front of him had already passed, covered his face, stood in front of the three hundred soldiers, never looked back, the breeze raised his robe, and danced fiercely. Qin Lingyan knew that at this moment, it would be useless to say anything, so he had to get up and follow the queen.

"Your soldiers, lead it!" King Donglai looked back and said leisurely to Qin Lingyan behind him. A soldier stepped forward and respectfully led a horse, King Donglai turned over and stepped on, raised his whip slightly, wandered a few times, stared at Qin Lingyan on the ground, "What, don't obey?" ”

"I ...... I ......" Qin Lingyan raised his head, his eyes were a little red, he gritted his teeth, suddenly drew his sword and pointed lightly, and ordered, "Rongcheng ......"

"Drive!" King Donglai stared, sneered contemptuously, raised his foot and clamped the horse's belly, and drove the horse forward. The three hundred soldiers followed behind him and walked slowly, leaving Qin Lingyan alone to stand under his horse with a sword, listening to the wind in his ears.

Donglai Rongcheng, in an inconspicuous small inn, Jiang An lay alone on the couch, tossing and turning, but he couldn't make a trace of sleep, or opened his eyes to look at the carved dragon pillar, or sat up suddenly, tossed and turned a few times, sighed, and got up directly, paced a few times in the house, sipped a few small wines, and asked a few bright moons. For seven years, she was alive, living in a corner she didn't know...... The sudden surprise is really irresistible...... Thinking of this, the corners of Jiang An's mouth unconsciously rippled with a few bright smiles.

After pacing a few times, it was also boring, Jiang An chuckled a few times, then wrapped his clothes, lay down on the couch again, forced the surprise in his heart, counted the numbers, and tried to make himself fall asleep as soon as possible.

Tossing and turning, only to hear the wooden door next to the house "creak" a soft sound, a bend of purple so inadvertently floated in, a little harsh squeak, this time into Jiang An's ears, for a moment as comfortable as the Nine Heavens Immortal Music, he pressed the ecstasy, still closed his eyes and lay on the couch, let his emotions as calm as possible.

The sound of small footsteps slowly moved, and he stopped in front of his couch, and his soft little hand touched his cheek, pasted his eyebrows, and after several turns, "woo" sounded, as if a little melancholy, and seemed to sigh helplessly, the little hand shrank back, and was about to leave.

Ye Shuifu's fingers slowly slid over, and saw him lying on the couch, his face was peaceful, and he only said in his heart that the person in front of him was asleep, and he was about to leave with a sigh, but he felt that his wrist was grabbed, and a strong force pulled her body forward, and a panic scream was heard in his throat, and when he opened his eyes, he had fallen into a warm embrace.

The woman seemed to be a little shy, struggled a little for a moment, then lowered her head, rubbed the handkerchief in her hand, blushed for a while, and didn't know what to say. But the man in front of him seemed to enjoy this process very much, his chin was against her forehead, and he closed his eyes and was silent.

After a long time, Ye Shuifu raised his hand and pulled his arm over, and in the palm of his hand, he slowly stroked down, "The prince hasn't gone to bed yet?" ”

Feeling the words slowly drawn by the woman in his arms, Jiang An's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little displeased, and hugged the woman in his arms hard, and after hearing her softly cry out in pain, he lowered his eyebrows and asked, "I haven't seen you for seven years, after all, you have grown up, and you have a lot of life, how did Ah Wei call me before?" ”

Ye Shuifu was stunned when she heard this, raised her head and looked at him carefully, before she lowered her eyebrows and took his hand, stroke by stroke, "Brother Mu Yu." ”

"Huh." Jiang An chuckled, ignoring her strong resistance, raised his hand and ripped off the purple yarn on her face and threw it on the ground, "What's the use of it?" He raised his fingertips lightly, down from Ye Shuifu's eyebrows, stroked it to his lips, and then pinched it a few times on the pink little face, "Isn't it a pity to cover such a beautiful face in front of me?" ”

Ye Shuifu was stunned, turned around and covered the two ugly scars on her face, and hung her head. Jiang An raised his hand and pulled her head over, seeing that her eyes were slightly swollen and there were a few pearls hanging from the corners of her eyes, as if she had just cried before, she couldn't help but feel worried, "But the displeasure of talking to Ye Jin?" ”

The woman raised her head, the bright autumn waves in her eyes rose again, and she stared at Jiang An, as if she was about to drip out. Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Jiang An turned his head and sighed, "It seems that only Jiang An has gone to explain it to him." He leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, and muttered, "Helpless, I hope I don't move." ”

Ye Shuifu raised her head, wiped a handful of tears, slowly leaned over and lay down on Jiang An's side, her hands wrapped around his waist, three thousand green silks scattered on his robe, she buried her head in Jiang An's robe, closed her eyes, and suddenly a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, I don't know whether it was joy or sadness.

Seeing this, Jiang An was stunned suddenly, only to feel that several hot currents were surging around his waist, circulating in his abdomen several times, and finally winding up and rushing into the heavenly spirit. In his heart, there was a sudden feeling of uneasiness, and inexplicable emotions swept over, hitting him with a shudder, and under the trembling, the temperature of his body gradually rose.

Jiang An, who had always been calm, was a little cramped at this moment, stiffly took away the slender little hand around his waist and slowly took it away, lay on the couch, and turned his head not to look at her. A stiff voice came from Jiang An's throat, "It's dark night, Ah Wei...... Ah Wei still doesn't go to rest? ”

Suddenly, Ye Shuifu didn't know why, she looked up in a trance, a little lost look appeared on her face, with a little grievance, she bit her lip and slowly drew down on his palm, "Brother Mu Yu wants to drive me away?" ”

After comprehending the handwriting in his palm, Jiang An sighed softly, and then looked back at the woman beside the pillow, with a bit of unpredictable brilliance in his eyes. Jiang An raised his head slightly, his face was a little red, his voice was still stiff, and he muttered in a trance, "Ah Wei knows, how much Jiang An has missed you in the past seven years?" He closed his eyes, hugged the woman beside him tightly in his arms, and put his hands straight into her scattered hair, clenching them one by one, "I miss you every day and night, every woman who appears in front of me, every smile has your shadow, even dreaming...... Even dreams, dreams are full of you......" In his voice, there was a little more mournful, a little helpless, hoarse and trembling, "I thought you died in the red leaf forest seven years ago, and you have suffered for many years, and you have never forgiven yourself, but ...... But now......" trembled and hugged the woman in his arms tighter, her head completely submerged in his chest, "but now...... You're right next to me! Like seven years ago, so quiet, lying in my arms. ”

The intermittent language is like the whispering of a crazy person in a dream, poignant and graceful, with a hint of grievance. Ye Shuifu buried his head in his chest, listening to the slurred words, his body trembled, and tears suddenly dripped down, soaking the placket on his chest.