"Ah......" Jiang An's head exploded as if it was painful, "this...... What's going on......" The beautiful music was like thousands of silver needles piercing into his ears, and the extreme pain was mixed with a bit of soreness, prompting him to cry out. Jiang An's footsteps staggered, and under the pain, he couldn't hold the wind in his hand, and landed on the ground with a "ding". Jiang An staggered a few steps, suddenly fell, knelt on one knee, desperately covered his head with both hands, covered his ears, and screamed in his throat, "Drunk, drunk......"

In a trance, he struggled to look back, and saw the woman with a messy skirt kneeling on the ground, twisting the blue flute, her fingertips trembling slightly, and the pleasant flute sound came from between her lips, entering people's ears, and the sound was urgent. Jiang An covered his head and struggled desperately, but his eyes were chasing the transverse flute in her hand, revealing a few rare sorrows, and even a little faint expectation, he struggled, hoarse, "Phantom flute...... Phantom flute...... Awei, Awei...... You are...... You're Avi! ”

The intermittent cry came from his throat, and the woman in front of him was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, her body trembled slightly, and the Bidi in her hand suddenly took off her hand, and two lines of tears suddenly slipped from her eyes. She raised her hand and babbled to say something, but she was a little frightened, her eyes dodged, and she hid her face and ducked back.

"Awei...... Ah Wei, you're not dead, you're not dead......" Ignoring the sharp pain in his head, Jiang An staggered forward, holding the retreating woman in his arms, several times ecstatic, hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red, "You're not dead, you're still alive, it's great...... That's great! ”

The woman was forcefully held by him, trembling and struggling in his arms, the babbling in her mouth had already turned into a cry, she shrank backwards, shaking her head desperately, but she couldn't stop the tears that raged.

Jiang An slowly turned her head over, and took off the purple yarn in front of her, revealing a face with a scar. As if she had been hit by something, Ye Shuifu screamed in her throat, she raised her hand, covered her ruined face, shook her head desperately, and burst into tears for a while.

"Awei...... Listen to me, Ah Wei," Jiang An strongly pressed the woman in his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Ah Wei, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are still as beautiful as before, still the same, and nothing has changed." ”

Struggling and crying in his arms for a long time, Ye Shuifu's breathing gradually calmed down, with tears on her face, she finally raised her head, her eyes were still surprised, she took Jiang An's hand, and slowly drew it down in his palm, "Brother Mu Yu?" ”

"Hmm." Jiang An leaned over, took her head in his arms, and held it quietly like that, until she whined and couldn't breathe anymore. She looked up, and there was indescribable affection and affection in her eyes, and in a blink of an eye, there was a burst of tears falling like rain when she lowered her head.

Jiang quietly hugged the woman in front of him, surprised and delighted, with mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He grabbed her into his arms hard, trembling and touching the warm body, he didn't dare to let go for a long time, he was afraid of everything in front of him, it was just a dream, as soon as he let go, she would be like seven years ago, gone with the wind.

The unexpected reunion made Jiang An ecstatic, everything that happened before, the suspicion of the king of Donglai, the war on the Hengqin River, this time there is nowhere to go, wandering the world, compared with this moment, what is the gift given by God? The past, like clouds and smoke, like dust, will be dispersed in a flick, at this moment, what is grasped in the hand, and what is held in the arms is eternal.

Jiang An leaned over, looked at the woman who was bowing her head and sobbing in her arms, patted her shoulder dotingly, and said softly, "Ah Wei, don't cry, don't cry, reunion should be a happy thing, how can you cry?" Hearing this, Ye Shuifu raised her head, tears rippled, her eyebrows were still bent, and she squeezed out a few smiles.

"Is Ah Wei's original name Ye Shuifu?" Jiang An smiled, raised her hand to pull the woman in front of her up, she staggered forward, the wound on her forehead cracked again, gushing blood, Ye Shuifu was in pain, raised her hand to cover her forehead, and there was another burst of tears. Looking at the bleeding wound on her forehead, Jiang An's heart tightened in an instant, and he hurriedly raised his hand and pulled a corner of the blue clothes, bandaged it briefly, and bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Ah Wei ......" Jiang An raised his hand, regardless of her obstruction, stroked the scar on her cheek, and suddenly blamed himself in his heart, a little distracted, and muttered, "I'm sorry, Ah Wei, if I had stopped that murderer strongly, I wouldn't have caused you to be so seriously injured......

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ye Shuifu let out an urgent soft cry in his throat, hurriedly raised his hand, pressed his lips, looked stubborn, shook his head, and signaled him not to talk again. Jiang An was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled, outlining a new moon. The woman in front of her heard him laugh, and her heart was also full of joy, her eyebrows bent, and her face bloomed with hibiscus.

The woman in front of her leaned down, a small handkerchief covered the corners of her mouth, giggling with a smile, her beautiful eyes were spotless like a newborn baby, just like seven years ago, exuding a continuous thousand styles.

Staring at the woman in front of him who had reunited after a long absence, Jiang An's heart suddenly burst into a hot stream, "Ah Wei...... I ......" He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the woman who was bent over and smiled, ignored her slightly panicked cry, turned around, and pressed her against the wall, his eyes wandered, staring for a moment, and then bowed his head to cover her warm lips.

The warm tongue wandered between her lips and teeth like a snake, gently biting, teasing, and finally knocking open the clenched teeth, gently poking in, and intertwining in her mouth. "Woo......" Ye Shuifu struggled, making a hoarse whining sound, she raised her pink fist, lightly hammered Jiang An's back a few times, struggled for a while, and finally compromised and let herself indulge in the warm sweetness.

A drop of clear tears rolled down, dripping on Jiang An's cheeks, dripping on the scabbard of chasing the wind, the candle shadow swayed, and the moment of brightness was extinguished, freezing the lingering at that moment, as if it had been frozen for thousands of years, ten thousand years.

"Bang-" There was a loud bang at the door, "Sister Fu, Prince Donglai has escaped!" With an eager shout, Qi Ning Shizi slammed the door open, but the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded for a moment. Under the dim red candle, a man and a woman leaned over to kiss, and when they looked closely, it was the prince of Donglai and his cherished little sister Ye Shuifu.

"Jiang An, you!" Ye Jin shouted, mixed with boundless anger, and then the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and he went straight to Jiang An!

The woman in her arms exclaimed in panic, Jiang An frowned, her footsteps swirled lightly, she dodged the deadly weapon steadily, and turned around to protect Ye Shuifu behind her. He held the panicked woman behind him with one hand, turned around and chuckled at Ye Jin, "Why did the prince break in?" ”

"Jiang An, you!" Ye Jin's lips trembled, his face was about to be bruised by his anger, he lost a sword, raised his hand to raise his sword, and his wrist couldn't help but tremble, "Jiang An, you let go of her!" Before the words fell, the sword was sharp, like a dragon in the sea, mixed with boundless anger, roaring towards Jiang An. Jiang An was still holding Ye Shuifu in his arms, although he was light and dodging left and right, in the face of such a fierce attack, he couldn't help but lose the upper hand.

Jiang An turned around and hurriedly looked back, "The son of the world is slow, let me explain!" Ye Jin saw that he was still holding Shui Fu in his arms, and the anger in his heart was even more monstrous, "Donglai Yu, bullying my Princess Qiling at night, the crime is unforgivable!" After finishing speaking, the tip of the sword danced, the sword swept across, and turned over the tables and chairs in the room, Ye Shuifu saw this, his face was eager, struggling, and he wanted to explain, but he was injured in his throat, and the words he wanted to blurt out were still hoarse and whining, and no one understood the meaning.

The sword blade swept, mixed with a sharp attack, straight to Jiang An's neck, he was startled, and then turned back, such a sharp blow, although he turned around to avoid it, but the sword blade was sharp, slashing from his neck, slowly cutting off a few strands of sideburns.

With an exclamation from Ye Shuifu on his side, Jiang An turned around, frowned on his neck, raised his hand to stop the struggle of the woman beside him, and then raised his foot and shook, and the chasing wind that fell to the ground rose in response to the sound, and instantly held it in Jiang An's hand. Seeing this, Ye Jin sneered, his wrist flipped, the long sword flew, Jiang An stepped forward and greeted him with a scabbard. I could only hear a few light sounds of "ding ding", a few confrontations, and the strength was so great that Jiang An's tiger mouth had been slightly numb.

The prince of Qi Ning is also very human, Jiang An only defends and does not attack, and under the defense, he actually shows defeat, and the blue clothes on his body are also swept by the fierce sword qi A few cracks.

"Hey......" Jiang An froze in his footsteps, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Helpless!" Immediately drew the sword with his backhand, only to hear the sound of "ding", chasing the wind out of the sheath three inches, it was already a sharp edge, the cold light appeared, as if all the water vapor between heaven and earth was concentrated, the air in the hut was also humid and seemed to be dripping water, the moment of the confrontation, Ye Jin had already felt boundless pressure, and there was an ice dragon hidden in the blade of the sword, roaring angrily, almost wanting to break out of the air.

"Hmph." Ye Jin sneered in his throat, took a few steps back, although his wrist was shocked a little numb, it was still flipped, slowly holding the hilt of the sword, he was cold-eyed, his eyes were closed, and the strength of his whole body was condensed on the blade of the sword. Jiang Anxin knew that this sword was dangerous, and he also clung to the wind, his face was serious, he took a step back, and held his breath.

Ye Jin opened his eyes, let out a long shout, and then there was a wind under his feet, the sword was flourishing, and the wind was rushing towards Jiang An, Jiang An's eyes moved, and when he raised his sword to greet him, he saw a purple figure piercing out of his side, blocking in front of him.