Under Xiaoxuan's window, the woman was dressed in light white and sat in the wind.

The slender waist is Chuchu, like the wind and dancing snow, that kind of graceful posture, as if a stream of elegant ancient words in the south of the Yangtze River, reflecting the entire grass outside the window The spring light of March when the warbler flies has lost its color.

Wen Jing never knew that just one back was so beautiful.

He couldn't describe such beauty, just as he couldn't describe the ripples that shook his heart when the first spring breeze blew through the wrinkled spring water in the Tianshui Pavilion.

"Sister Yi." He finally spoke.

The woman in white turned her head, her face covered by layers of veils, but her eyes turned slowly like autumn springs.

She got up and blessed slightly, "Second son." ”

Wen Jing sighed, "In the past, you always called me Ah Jing." ”

She was silent for a moment, "There are a lot of things I don't remember anymore. ”

"Do you remember the peach blossom tree by the Bitan in the Water Pavilion that day?"

"Peach blossoms?" She muttered, her gaze finally changing, like a light mist, long and long.

And he searched for the misty mist, ethereal over the distant mountains, back to the old days.

That year, he was still a child, followed his mother as a guest in Tianshui Pavilion, and met her for the first time.

By the blue water pool, the peach leaves are scorching, but her smile is bright, she smiled at him, Ah Jing, come on, I will take you to steal the peach blossom wine brewed by your father.

He knew that she was the wife of the eldest brother who had not passed through the door, because of the taboo, so the eldest brother did not accompany him this time, she was a little curious and a little confused, and when there was no one around, he would ask him what kind of person the eldest brother was, whether he was really as good as the rumors.

He was a little happy and a little confused, knowing that she would one day come to the Tibetan Sword Villa and reunite with him again, but in the bottom of his heart, there was a trace of inexplicable sullenness, and he didn't understand why, he didn't know what it was.

Now she really came, but she never thought that it would be in such a way.

"I'll take you to see the peach blossoms." Wen Jing said.

Her eyes were shining, as if she was about to shed tears, but she just nodded quietly.

It has been more than ten days since she came to the Tibetan Sword Villa from the Western Courtyard, and this is the first time that Su Nianchi has stepped out of the small building where she lives.

Outside the small building, the green bamboo is repaired, the falling flowers are full of the courtyard, a clear stream, flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees, she followed behind Wen Jing, quietly looking at this courtyard with a history of hundreds of years, but she felt that the layout everywhere was exquisite, moving to a different scene, and there was no cave.

Walking through the nine-song corridor, at the corner, the white wall is covered with bamboo shadows, green moss and bluestone, Nianchi is following Wen Jing's gaze, looking at the untimely peach tree by the pond not far away, but he can't help but flash crimson in front of him, and a figure recklessly bumps over.

She stood calmly, just oblivious, still looking at the peach tree from afar.

And Wen Jing had already stood sideways in front of her, and with a raised hand, he restrained the comer.

It was a girl in scarlet clothes, who was grabbed by Wen Jing's shoulder and arm, and couldn't help but turn pale and exhale in pain.

Wen Jing looked at her fixedly, although her face was raw, she should be a maid in the village according to her clothes. Although the Tibetan Sword Villa is generous, after all, it is a century-old family's business, and everyone in the village knows the etiquette and etiquette, and understands the degree of advance and retreat.

"You're new to the bank? What's going on in such a hurry? Wen Jing asked, withdrawing his strength.

He just held it, eager to protect the thought pool, although he did not contain internal breath, but the shot was a strong disease, which was enough to make the delicate girl unbearable, squatting on the ground in pain, tears in her eyes, unable to speak.

Seeing this, Nian Chi slowly squatted down and reached out to help her, "But where is the injury?" ”

The girl shook her head busily, but tears were still in her eyes.

At this time, another person not far away came quickly, "I have seen the second son, this girl sold herself in the south of the city two days ago to bury her father, the young lady passed by and saw her pitiful and ordered someone to take her back to the villa, I haven't learned the rules, but I bumped into the second son?" ”

Wen Jing said: "It's okay, it's just that she is in a hurry, but there is something?" ”

The maidservant in charge said: "The son has returned to the village, and it is close to the village gate, and the lady invites the second son to go to the main hall." ”

Wen Jing's eyes lit up, and he raised his feet and wanted to run to the village gate.

But suddenly I heard the maid say, "Miss Zhuang, Madame also asks you to come over." ”

He was stunned, paused, looked back at the delicate figure, and was a little dazed in his heart.

Nian Chi nodded, helped the girl in scarlet clothes up, and said to the maidservant who was following her, "You take her to the small building where I live to inspect first, isn't it hurt." ”

Before Huayue could speak, the maidservant in charge hurriedly said: "How dare you bother Miss Zhuang, the maid will take her later-"

Nian Chi interrupted her, "Don't bother, this is the closest to the small building, and at this moment, the small building is equipped with medicine." ”

"This ......," the two maidservants still hesitated.

Wen Jing said: "Just follow Miss Zhuang's instructions." ”

"The maid takes the order, the maid takes her over, and the painting moon stays to serve Miss Zhuang." The maidservant in charge helped the scarlet-clothed girl in her hand from Nianchi, and walked slowly in the direction of Xiaolou, and Huayue was still by Nianchi's side.

Wen Jing looked at Nianchi and said, "Sister Yi......"

But I don't know where to start.

Nian Chi said lightly: "Let's go." ”

He nodded and continued to lead the way, "This way." ”

He didn't take her to the main hall, but to the main entrance of the Hidden Sword Villa.

The main gate of the Tibetan Sword Villa is the same as the Tibetan Sword Villa itself, and there is not much prosperous luxury of the high door and wide household, but it contains the noble righteousness and style of the century-old family, and the pair of stone lions in front of the village have witnessed the bloody rain of the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, as well as the family's gradual prosperity of the titan status.

Nian Chi saw a man and a horse galloping from not far away, the man on horseback was dressed in an ordinary green shirt, wearing a long sword obliquely under his waist, the sword was just a very ordinary iron sword, and the scabbard was also worn, which was very different from Wen Jing, who was elegant and luxurious in white.

She was a little puzzled, but saw that although Wen Jing's body had not moved, her eyes had been following the man on horseback, and her face was full of joy and joy.

Nian Chi knew in his heart that this person was the eldest son of the Hidden Sword Villa, Wen Shu.

Wen Shu galloped closer, and suddenly, a tender yellow figure fell straight from an ancient tree in front of the villa, and the horse was taken aback, and raised his front hooves and neighed.

Wen Jing on the side seemed to chuckle helplessly, and Wen Shu on the horseback had already stretched out his long arms, jumped away from the horse while catching the yellow shadow, and landed in front of the village with the yellow shadow in his arms.

He looked at the yellow-clothed girl in his arms, and his evacuation smile was also a little helpless and doting, "Qing'er, you are naughty again." ”

The girl in yellow was Wen Qing, the only palm bead of Wen Jiugong, the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa.

Wen Qing's laughter was like a bell, lying in Wen Shu's arms, stretching out her snow-white hands to wrap around his neck, "Big brother, you can be regarded as back." ”

Wen Jing also walked over at this time, "Qing'er, come down, every time the eldest brother comes back, you always have to mess around." ”

Wen Qing refused, "No, I want my eldest brother to carry me in, which is counted as a punishment for him refusing to come back to see me for so long." ”

Wen Shu hugged Wen Qing in his arms, and looked at his younger brother who was striding over, he hadn't seen him for more than a year, and he seemed to be more practiced and calm.

"Big brother." Wen Jing said, trying to hide the excitement in his heart.

"Ah Jing." Wen Shu nodded, his eyes warm.

However, the next moment, his eyes froze, and he saw the white-clothed figure slowly following behind Wen Jing.