It is late summer and early autumn, everything will wither, flowers will wither, and butterflies will become pupae. Ping Yan followed a few butterflies that were about to run out of energy, crossed the forest and crossed the hills, and it took a lot of time to stop and go in just a few hundred meters before and after. If you continue like this, you will definitely not win the game. Thinking of the bet with Lin Lixue, and by the way, she thought of Shen Yuji, but in this quiet place in the mountains and forests, she was very upset and irritable.

At the same time, hidden behind the dense bushes, the few people who followed her not far and not close gradually approached on their knees, their eyes showing a fierce light.

Ping Yan was bent on driving away butterflies, and did not pay attention to the movement behind her, she was on horseback, and suddenly a young deer sprang out of the grass, hissed, and fell to the ground on her knees with her front hooves, and her two big watery eyes seemed to be shining with tears, looking at her vigilantly and helplessly.

It had been hit by an arrow in its back, and it was bleeding. Presumably accidentally hunted.

Such pure and weak eyes are really impossible to ignore. She dismounted, half-crouched, and approached slowly with a kind expression.

The fawn trembled, but did not refuse her contact, allowing her fingers to caress the wound softly.

All this was clearly seen by the man in military uniform on the other side.

With a grim face, he slowly lifted his bow and arrows, pulled them to the full moon, squinted at her back, and let go of his fingers, and the feathered arrows came out of the string.

It's too late, it's fast, the sudden gunshot violently shook the eardrum, Ping Yan didn't have time to react in self-defense, only stared at the moment when he turned around, he saw a dark iron arrow flying forward, a few feet away, but it was overtaken by a bullet fired from nowhere, the two collided sideways, damaged each other, the arrow missed, pierced to the side of the grass, but the bullet passed by, and blood sparked.

Below him was a steep cliff, Ping Yan was suddenly frightened, difficult to support, and rolled down, glancing at the afterglow, only to see a gray military shadow. That person quickly disappeared, it was Lin Heng's adjutant, Wang Sleeve.

The rocks are sharp, the thorns and grass are green, and the flat Yan bumps and rolls, cutting out a bloody stain. It seemed as if a hard stone had hit the back of her head, and for a moment she felt that her eyes were black, and the sky spun around, and she suddenly disappeared into the night.

The man in black saw Ping Yan rolling down the cliff, several people looked at each other, raised their pistols one after another, and slowly moved in the direction where the arrow was shot. Just now, when they opened fire to carry out the assassination, there was an arrow that happened to shoot at it, although it may be a random arrow from hunting, but this matter is secret, and there must not be a trace of error, let alone be known.

After Wang Sleeve found out that he was not the only one who wanted to take Ping Yan's life, he quickly evacuated from this place, and he also saw with his own eyes that the guns of those people hit her, so he could also recover his life.

The man in black could not find anyone who fired the arrows everywhere, but he was also relieved. Presumably it really is a young master who is going wrong.

They quickly moved to the edge of the cliff, leaned out to the bottom of the mist-shrouded cliff, and saw only the trees green, but no human tracks.

One of them said to their leader, "Such a steep cliff, besides, she was shot again, she must be dead." ”

The leader squinted his eyes, his cold eyes were tricky, "If you want to see the corpse when you die, I will take the two brothers to look for it at the bottom of the mountain, and you can take the other brothers to send a letter to the handsome." ”

Lin Lixue rode her horse and whipped her horse, and walked smoothly for a few miles, in a particularly good mood, first, she was very familiar with the terrain here, and secondly, this gamble has been won and lost, she must be the final winner, and she can't help but be happy.

The weather in the mountains has always been uncertain, cloudy and changeable, when you look up, you can see the dark clouds gradually gathering, the purple electricity is faint, not for a moment, there is already dense rain, whistling with the mountain wind, connecting the heaven and the earth.

Lin Lixue secretly screamed bad luck, clamped the stirrups, and couldn't help speeding up. As she was walking, she saw a pure white shadow suddenly passing by in the green forest, she fixed her eyes to look, and saw a slender back running in the rain, running more and more urgently.

She immediately recognized the man as Shen Yuchen, because the shirt he was wearing was specially made by a leading French dresser not long ago, and the base material was embroidered with thin willow leaves, and a few branches spread horizontally on the shoulders.

She shouted loudly, but found that Shen Yuchen did not react at all, seeing that the forest was getting thicker and the terrain was getting steeper, and it was more difficult to turn the horse's body. simply dismounted, she braved the wind and rain on her head, shouting and chasing, all the way away.

There was a sound in the dense place, and a tall horse stepped over, and a person sat on the horse's back, wearing a mighty military uniform, and his shoulders were wet, it was Dong Guosheng. He looked in the direction of Lin Lixue from afar, until her shadow was gradually engulfed by the rain and mist of milky green, and the corners of his mouth quietly opened a meaningful arc.

Several ghost-like black-clothed people suddenly appeared, rushed to ventilate and report the news, acting in accordance with the rules and etiquette on the rivers and lakes, clenched their fists together, and the leader said: "Dashuai, that woman has been shot, but she just rolled down the cliff, and the other brothers have gone to the bottom of the cliff to find the body, and they must die." ”

Dong Guosheng raised his eyebrows quietly, his laughter was low, and he was harsh and depressed for no reason in the bleak autumn rain, but he was proud of his face, today's rings and buttons are all in his planning, and he is about to kill two birds with one stone, how can he not be happy?

In fact, on the theater turmoil of Mingcui Villa that day, he looked at Ping Yan very familiarly, and specially asked the adjutant to investigate her details, only then did he know that she was the actor on the stage of the former lockdown city, the head of the February Snow Opera Troupe, and she had some incomprehensible entanglements with the two young masters of the Shen family as early as the closure of the city. Because of his scruples about cooperating with Shen Dashao, and thinking that Changlin's body was really getting stronger and healthier under her conditioning, and seeing that she was still doing her duty, he wanted to keep her for a few more days.

Who knew that Changlin had an undeserved idea for her, and insisted on marrying, but she refused without thinking, only saying that she was interested in herself and was willing to follow her.

He did like such a delicate beauty, but he couldn't keep it. Such an identity to be studied seems to be an unintentional encounter, and it is a plot at all. He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than spare one.

As long as she dies, Changlin will inevitably die, and she will be able to marry Miss Lin according to his plan. When the raw rice is cooked and matured, Changlin becomes the son-in-law of the Lin family, and Lin Heng will inevitably share the same enemy with the Lingnan Army for the future of his beloved daughter in the in-law's family.

"Brothers have worked hard, this time we will definitely be able to turn the situation around and win the war in Central China!" He smiled confidently and greedily, and his tone was generous, as if he had seen the monstrous power in the sleeve of the large picture.

Lin Lixue shouted so loudly that her voice was hoarse, and she didn't get a response. She was drenched all over, and when she saw that the pure white back of the other side was as strong as a deer, she jumped in the door. Looking up, there is a bamboo house built in front of me, hidden in the sassy bamboo forest, which has been some years. She felt strange, but she didn't hesitate, she still pushed up with great interest, put on a sweet smile, and quietly pushed the door in, wanting to surprise him.

The room was empty, there was only a neatly laid bed under the window, and there was a shadow of a green robe standing on the side, the shape was thin and elegant, she looked around, where was there a shadow of Shen Yuji? Just wondering, the bamboo door was slammed from the outside, and the lock was locked, she sensed the crisis, and impatiently knocked on the door and shouted, but no one answered.

Dong Changlin turned around and saw that it was Lin Lixue, and he couldn't help but be surprised. He unfolded the wet letter in his palm, read it carefully, compared the handwriting, and then relieved his heart, and asked with a humble smile, "Why did Miss Lin come here?" ”

He was heartbroken, endured love and love every day, and endured anger until today. Ben rode a horse and wandered aimlessly through the woods, but who knew that the inkstone chased after him angrily and handed him a small letter, saying that it was sent by Miss Yan.

The letter made an appointment for him to meet here, and he was both happy and cowardly, and waited in the bamboo house for a long time, guessing countless ways of what she meant, and also thinking of countless words of response. He also figured out that whether she loved it or not, whether she stayed or not, he would keep waiting until he died, until he was old.

But the person he didn't expect to see was Lin Lixue.

His eyelids jumped, as if he realized something, and he quickly stepped forward to push her body away, and violently pushed the door open.

"It's disgusting that the door is locked outside!" Lin Lixue was extremely disgusted, and kicked the door angrily.

As he spoke, a wisp of smoke seemed to rise, curling along the pores of the bamboo pole, and then, the smoke became thicker, with a very tempting strange fragrance, like a thin cloud that was embroidered and cut into wisps of bends, pervasive, and instantly filled the whole room.

Dong Chang felt abnormal, but he didn't have time to prevent it, and he couldn't escape, so he could only let his body be steamed as if it was steamed in a pot in the cage drawer, his bones were rotten, and he softened little by little, and his chest seemed to be forced into a dry fire, moving up and down along the boiling and intertwined blood river, like a flowing fire, and his muscles and bones were about to burn.

He sniffed the delicate fragrance of his daughter everywhere in the air, and seemed to be nestled in Ping Yan's neck, hugging her delicate and fragrant body at night. Her three thousand crow's hair hung down loosely, like moonlight gurgling with apricot petals, flowing over his body.

He pulled his collar, squinted vaguely, and through the clouds and mist of the fairy mountain, he seemed to see the same sunny and tidal Ping Yan, like a fairy crooked there, beautiful and natural. He smiled stupidly, couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself over with all his might, wanting to pour out all the thoughts he had missed all these years to her.

Lin Lixue couldn't stand it, she somehow suddenly became weak, like being banished in a flat boat in the vast ocean, alone, swept by the wind, and hit the waves, but there was no solid support.

She called out to Brother Yuchen, and in the irresistible control of his hands, he fell and sank.

Her eyes were hazy, and it seemed to be Dong Changlin's gradually enlarged face, she was frightened, screaming and refusing, but it was a pity that in such a turbulent phoenix, turning over and over, all the notes of the exit were just a foil for the boudoir.