The crisp sound of the blade handover was left far behind, and the dark hem of his clothes flew in front of him, looking at the figure holding the sword in front of him, Su Yunshu's eyes moved, as if he remembered something, his face was slightly moved, but he didn't say anything, and the hand holding the long sword tightened a little.

Just now, Gong Linggui felt the breath of the palace Zhaohui, presumably, it is also a habit that has been cultivated in the palace for many years.

There is also the mental method that conceals the true cultivation, Gong Linggui will definitely know it, and he must also use it from time to time.

Otherwise, in this deep palace for more than ten years, it is impossible to truly indifferent everything and live without fighting with the world.

In the deep palace, it has always been full of many involuntary bodies.

The hand holding the long sword moved, and a deep sigh scattered in the night wind, and in the deep night, it quickly dissipated.

The constantly tumbling smoke and dust came to his face, Su Yunshu couldn't help frowning, his spiritual power dispersed, and an enchantment was generated, blocking the smoke and dust that fascinated people's eyes.

The Wind Lotus Hall had already collapsed and turned into a pile of ruins, all kinds of fragments spread out messily on the ground, glowing with a faint blood color, exuding a bitter chill.

Nan Shiyan, dressed in white, just like this, stood on top of the ruins, as if he was holding something in his hand, flying with the night wind, the tassels adorned on the white jade fan hung down, and the night wind blew the white hem, with a bit of loneliness.

Sensing some kind of abnormality, Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui were both startled, and suddenly a bad premonition rose, and the aura around them sank, and their steps sped up a lot.

When they got closer, the two came to Nan Shiyan's side, and saw that Yan Gongzi, who had never liked to be in shape, had always been humble as jade, and was calm and calm, was frowning tightly at this time, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed with cold and hard lines, and his eyes were constantly trembling.

He stood quietly on top of a ruin, without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be far and near, and he held a piece of white cloth in his hand, swaying weakly with the night wind.

Seeing this, Su Yunshu's heart sank suddenly, and his voice carried an obvious trembling feeling: "This is"

"Yes"

After a pause, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Su Yunshu's face full of nervousness, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and finally spoke.

"It's my sister's shawl."

As soon as the words fell, the fabric in his hand was snatched away by the man beside him, and a somewhat stubborn voice sounded in his ears, and the breath shook his heart, which was moving.

"Impossible!"

Spreading out the fabric in his hand in the palm of his hand, a pair of sharp eyes looked at it carefully, Su Yunshu looked flustered, and his hands kept trembling.

"Xiao Ran will be fine."

"Xiao Ran said that she will definitely be fine."

As he spoke, Su Yunshu's voice gradually became quieter, his palm slowly tightened, and he pressed it tightly to his heart, and his bones were glowing with a miserable whiteness.

On the white jade fan in his hand, the pale streamer was slowly circulating, and the tassels were swaying with the night breeze, clear and crystalline.

Looking at Su Yunshu who was so out of shape, Nan Shiyan pursed the corners of his lips, didn't say much, only sighed deeply, and quietly, held the hand holding the jade fan behind him.

The wide robe hung down, covering the jade fan, covering Nan Shiyan's palm, and covering his trembling fingertips.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in his ears, and the two people beside him had disappeared in place.

The hand hidden in his sleeve tightened a little, Nan Shiyan lowered his eyebrows, and the thoughts in his eyes trembled.

Ling'er

I really can't help you.

It's been a few years, and I'm already fourteen years old, and I'm going to be a big girl next year.

Why is it still like this

Stubborn.

What a girl who doesn't make people worry.

Suppressing the sourness at the bottom of his eyes, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were constantly looking for something on this ruin, and his heart seemed to tremble, and he sighed heavily, just like that, floating in the wind.

Leave not the slightest breath left.

On the ruins, Su Yunshu, who was dressed in dark robes, had a heavy face, his eyes were full of bitterness, his breathing was heavy, as if he was enduring some emotion, and his spiritual power was continuous, and he was carefully looking through this ruin, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

There was a strange touch under his feet, and Gong Linggui paused in his footsteps and lowered his eyes.

At that moment, Gong Linggui's eyes, which had always been calm, shrank suddenly, his slender figure shook, and the long sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, so that he could barely stabilize and did not fall.

Taking a deep breath, Gong Linggui's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he slowly squatted down, his big hand with distinct bones stretched out, and his slightly pale fingers mechanically picked up the fabric in the rubble.

The piece of fabric, which was damaged in many places, was stained with deep dirt, but it was obvious that the mysterious dark lines and the delicate embroidery, the soft touch, felt very familiar to the fingertips.

Of course familiar.

Today, Xiao Ran came to the palace, he picked her up at the palace gate and helped her pull the shawl, so that she would not accidentally step on it and fall and get injured......

This shawl is a little dyed.

Today, he also told Xiao Ran that her snow-colored skirt and white shawl match her very well, and she looks good when she wears it......

The trembling palms tightened suddenly, holding the piece of fabric tightly in the palm of his hand, and the joints were full of white.

Could it really ...... Did something happen?

The delicate face appeared in front of him, smiling shallowly, always calm and calm, occasionally coquettish to himself, and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

Consciousness was in a trance, and a young face appeared in front of him.

The chubby face, big eyes, and smart seemed to be shining with bright light, which made his heart suddenly soft and messy.

She likes to stretch out her fleshy little fingers, pull her thumb, dangle around, babble and sing unknown songs in her mouth, and her eyebrows and eyes are crooked when she smiles, bright and warm, with the temperature of the sun.

She always obediently nestled on the low couch, bored playing with the little clothes made for her by her mother, and then, opening her little mouth, waiting for herself to feed her hot rice porridge or delicate snacks.

She would tilt her little head, pout, pull her sleeves, and be soft to herself, calling him softly:

"Brother."

One day later, her small body lay cold in her arms, and the dark red blood at the corners of her mouth continued to overflow, along her small chin, sliding on the hem of her light-colored clothes, blooming into the shape of a flower, glowing with a strange dark purple color, and his eyes were tingling with pain.

Finally, she stretched out her pale little hand, softly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and gently tugged at it, her little face wrinkled in pain, glowing with dead silence.