Time passed to seven years ago, Rongcheng Red Leaf Forest. At that time, Jiang An was young, only thirteen years old, temporarily living in Yuansheng Temple, at that time, he was accompanied by a purple-clothed girl who did not know the world, the woman he rescued from the forest, the only purple in his life.

At that time, Jiang An only felt that he was about to be drowned in blood, chasing the wind in his hands, and almost wanted to become Shura.

That day, she followed him on crutches, and although she was limping, her mouth was full of bright smiles, and she laughed out loud while dragging her injured foot. Jiang An heard her smile so brightly, spotless, and never turned his head, and let out a cold snort in his throat.

Suddenly heard her scream, fell to the ground, followed by the woman's crying, although Jiang An was bored, but she could only turn around and squat, she looked at the broken crutches in front of her with teary eyes, glanced at Jiang An pitifully, a little begging, met his cold gaze, and bowed her head gloomily.

Hum. Jiang An snorted coldly, grabbed her arm, and carried him on his back, and the woman screamed softly, and grabbed his shirt. Mo Ruowei's rapid breathing came into his ears, the breath was like an orchid, and it touched his neck, and the thirteen-year-old boy's heart throbbed slightly, but she was like a deer that had just been born, looking around with eyes that were curious about everything.

"Brother Mu Yu." Mo Ruowei raised her head and smiled at him, her eyes were bright and dazzling, and she hesitated slightly, "What are we eating?" ”

Jiang An stood by the stream, did not look at her, out of the sword, a cold light crossed, the sword edge into the water, and when it was pulled out again, the sword penetrated two swimming fish, chasing the wind from the belly of the fish, they were not dead, the tail of the fish was still beating desperately, he threw the chasing wind in front of Mo Ruowei, the eyes of the two fish were wide open, staring at Mo Ruowei, she was a little scared, step by step back, shaking her head again and again, her voice was full of horror, "Brother Mu Yu, don't ......."

"Oh?" Jiang An turned his back to her, raised his eyebrows, and looked back slightly, "You don't want to?" ”

She took a step back in horror, but unexpectedly tripped over the tangled vines, exclaimed, covered her eyes and shook her head repeatedly, "Don't, don't! Jiang An ignored her, so he went straight to the forest to find some firewood, lit a fire, washed the two fish, and put them on the sword and roasted them. The woman who called Mo Ruowei hung her head and stopped talking, but just opened her baggage and took out a jade flute, playing with it in her hand, and couldn't put it down. Suddenly, a fragrance rushed into her nostrils, she was stunned, then dropped the jade flute, got up from the ground, and looked at Jiang An's grilled fish steadily, her eyes were longing, and she seemed to be drooling. Jiang An glanced at her, Mo Ruowei met his gaze, and turned her head again, but she couldn't help but move her throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Jiang An turned her head, Quan Dang didn't see it, so she ate it by herself, during which she took advantage of Jiang An's inattention, turned back frequently, and finally couldn't help it, leaned on Jiang An's side, and asked timidly, "Is it delicious?" ”

"No," Jiang An raised her hand and handed the remaining fish in front of her eyes, the roasted fish meat was turned outward, tender and white, and exuded a faint fragrance, although Mo Ruowei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she still turned her head away, and her mouth was stiff, "Don't." ”

"Huh." Jiang An smiled helplessly, so he didn't care about her, just finished the only remaining fish, and sat alone by the stream to wipe and chase the wind. Mo Ruowei sat on the grass not far away, fiddling with the jade flute in her hand, occasionally approaching, blowing twice, the noon sun gradually intensified, sprinkled on the body of the woman in purple on the ground, she picked up the hem of her skirt, leaned against the shade of the tree, and after a while, she actually took a nap.

The sunlight is warm, and the grass is fragrant and the visitors are drunk. Mo Ruowei leaned under the tree, and finally slept soundly for the first time in these days. When she woke up, she saw that the sun had set in the west, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang An chasing the wind in her arms, lying on the horizontal branch of the big tree, closing her eyes and recuperating, she was about to get up, but her stomach growled, and she shrank back and pressed her belly. Jiang An raised her hand and cut down the fruit on the tree with a sword, which fell on the hem of her skirt, she raised her head and looked up at the young man on the tree, only to see that under the sunset, the red glow in the west was shrouded, as if he was inlaid with a gold edge, very handsome, the corners of her mouth curved, outlining a new moon.

The flowers in the forest bloomed that day, and he was young at that time. In the early morning, there was a mist in the mist, she was dressed in purple, ran out of the Yuansheng Temple, shuttled between the flowers, he leaned against the door with his sword, and watched her lean over in front of the flowers and sniff, her eyes leisurely. Suddenly heard a bird chirping in the forest, her eyes wandered, she picked up her skirt, raised her hand and danced, like the first moon of silver light, and the spring city flew flowers. Her eyes wandered, she smiled frequently, suddenly started lightly, her long skirt made a hundred flowers fall, and her laughter was Lingling, turning into a sweet spring and integrating into Jiang An's room.

He leaned against the door and watched, smiling between his lips, and before he knew it, only the woman's beautiful eyes flashed in front of him, and the figure was flipped. I don't know what, she has already danced to Jiang An's side, her slender hand is lightly raised, the purple yarn in her sleeve is turned out, brushing his cheek, she nudges him, "Brother Mu Yu." She turned around beside him, raised the hem of her skirt, and asked with a smile, "Is it pretty?" ”

"It's not pretty." Jiang An turned his head and walked straight into the ancient temple, leaving her with a depressed back. As if she had been hit, Mo Ruowei bit her lip, chased after him, grabbed his sleeve, raised her head, and muttered, "But others say it's beautiful!" ”

"Someone else?" As if a little angry, Jiang An stopped and glanced at her, "You still jump to show others?" ”

Mo Ruowei was a little frightened by him like this, let go of his sleeve, took a step back, and said timidly, "In the future, no ......" She stood there, hung her head, and was aggrieved and overwhelmed. Seeing this, Jiang An raised her hand into her long sleeve, pulled the small hand hidden in the sleeve, she was a little nervous, shrank back, glanced at Jiang An, changed to a sweet smile, grabbed the hand in the sleeve, and followed him forward.

In the midst of the flower shadow moon, the brocade screen is full of curtains, and the people sitting here are all from the official eunuchs, and everyone is silent, just to see Mrs. Shiso dancing in the city. After the dance, he raised his eyes in astonishment, the golden cup in his hand suddenly overturned, Qin Lingyan sat in front of the case, although he was a beautiful woman, he was still stunned in his eyes, and sighed for a long time, "Queen Feiyan dances lightly, and the peerless song of Mrs. Zigong is not as good as Mrs. Shisu!" Xue Rannuo on the side listened to it, covered his mouth and smiled, flipped his slender hand, and pushed him, Qin Lingyan suddenly felt embarrassed, and hurriedly patted her shoulder, apologizing with a smile. Xue Rannuo raised his hand and pointed at Jiang An, a handkerchief covered the corner of his mouth, and Lingling smiled. Qin Lingyan looked over, but saw that Jiang An was abnormal, if it was normal, he would definitely hug the beauty, turn the golden cup in his hand, and stare at the beauty behind the screen, but at this moment, his eyes were solemn, staring closely at the woman dancing behind the curtain, and Mei Ji on his side was pushed aside by him, looking frightened and at a loss. His hand seemed to crush the golden cup in his palm, and the female ** behind the curtain turned slightly, turned around, his eyes turned to his body, and suddenly moved away, he raised his head suddenly, and drank the cup of sake.

The drums became more and more urgent, the footsteps of the woman dancing became more and more urgent, Jiang An held a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, and poured a cup of strong bitter wine by himself, but his eyes never left the woman behind the curtain. Qin Lingyan frowned, stepped forward, grabbed his arm, looked solemn, and persuaded him, "If you drink again, you will be drunk." Jiang An raised his hand to push him away, just taking care of himself, cup after cup. Drunk? After seven years, I couldn't tell whether I was drunk or awake. He smiled wryly and drank the sake from his glass again. The bitter wine poured down dripped on the chest and lungs, burning like a fire, and the heat was unbearable, but the eyes showed a rare sadness.

"Yes," Qin Lingyan slapped his head, snatched the wine glass from Jiang An's hand, and laughed, "It seems that he is really drunk." ”

The woman's figure turned more and more urgently, like a torrent in the water, the desert wind swept away, and suddenly heard a bangzi sound, the woman's figure poured down like a waterfall, the jade arm lightly stretched out and pointed to the sky, a song ended, the eyes looked back, two lines of tears flowed down, but did not make a sound, stood up, bowed.

In the Yuyun Pavilion, bursts of applause erupted, "Good, good!" They shouted, and countless gold beads were raised from the hands of many of the guests, scattered on the splendid embroidery, and the woman behind the curtain just remained silent and bowed her head silently. The golden cup in Jiang An's hand suddenly overturned, pressing his chest and coughing violently, Mei Ji raised her hand and tried to help him up, but he threw him away. Qin Lingyan frowned, Jiang An was calm, his joy and anger were indescribable, in the past seven years, it was rare to see him so out of shape, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman who saluted behind him, the world was stunning, and he danced in the city, and he had some doubts in his heart, isn't it? ……