At dusk, the clouds and snow are familiar, and the snow is urgent.

And every ghost is a nocturnal wanderer with folded wings.

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't see the dusk, and she didn't know if the clouds were all together at dusk and whether the snow was ripe.

When she went out into the night, she found that the wind that had been blowing hard since the beginning of winter had suddenly stopped, and the sky and earth were so quiet that she could hear the sound of the cold hitting her clothes.

However, she floated to the attic of the Li family's ghost house, but in the clear sky and the quiet, she saw pieces of ice crystals as light as flowers from the sky, curling down Nana.

"It's snowing."

Nie Xiaoqian showed her shape, stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes fell on her slender fingers like green onions, white and red.

If you are still a normal person, maybe wait until tomorrow to get up and see the red dress wrapped in extraordinarily enchanting, probably praise a sentence that suddenly comes like a night of spring breeze, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

It's a pity that she is not even a human being now, let alone a normal person, even if the road is slippery in the cold weather, she can only turn on the lights on a snowy night.

After cultivating the "Taiyin Refining Form Method", Nie Xiaoqian remembered that it seemed that she hadn't been to Siyi Zhai for several days.

No matter how cold it is in winter, it can't penetrate the bone marrow of the female ghost, but Wang Qiongying's coquettish anger appeared in front of her eyes, but she couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

So she floated out of the Li family's ghost house and went straight to Siyizhai.

The royal mansion.

Wang Lin visited Wang Qiongying and came out, worried that her sister, who was sick and thinning down day by day, didn't know when she would get better, and when she got to the courtyard outside, she saw snowflakes all over the ground, and the troubles and sulkness accumulated in her heart could not be vented.

Baoqin, who was rushing to the backyard, just arrived outside the gate of the courtyard when he was shocked under his feet, and thought it was an earthquake, and he was shocked, and he squatted on the ground with his head in a scream.

The four people hidden in the darkness in the front yard of the mansion felt the vibration and glanced at each other, one of them snorted and praised: "The old eight of the Wang family entered the Shaolin Temple to learn art, but for eleven years, I didn't expect that the skill was already so profound. ”

Another person continued: "The Wang family has this Lin'er, and in the future, without the secret protection of you and my brothers, you can sit back and relax." ”

said that Wang Lin paused with one foot, causing a huge movement, and regretted it the next moment.

Because a voice with a hint of annoyance came from my sister's room: "Starling, what are you crazy about, the third watch stomped your feet in the middle of the night, showing off the little kung fu you learned from the monk's temple, and you still don't let people sleep?" ”

The voice is actually very weak, and it will be dispersed as soon as it is blown by the wind, and ordinary people are afraid that they can't hear it clearly within three or five feet.

But Wang Lin did learn kung fu from the monk's temple, his eyes are bright and deaf, he is not an ordinary person, so he naturally listens to his sister's words clearly.

He was about to turn back to make amends to his sister when he saw Baoqin hugging his head and cowering there and walked over.

Hug Qin trembled for a while, seeing that there was no follow-up movement, he heard footsteps approaching, looked up, and saw that it was the eighth young master, remembered something, and shouted with joy on his face: "Young master, Sister Nie is here." ”

Wang Lin thought that he had heard it wrong, his figure flashed, shrunk into inches, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Baoqin, put her shoulder, and asked excitedly: "What, what did you say?" ”

Baoqin has never been so close to the Eighth Young Master, her delicate body trembled slightly, her cheeks were flushed like rouge, her head hung down, and her breath was like fire, as if she was in a shyness and couldn't extricate herself.

Wang Lin didn't know what Huqin was thinking, so he only urged vigorously until Hugqin's chin was slightly raised, his eyes were like water, and he said embarrassedly: "Young Master, you hurt me." ”

At this moment, in Baoqin's heart, the image of the eighth young master, who has always been breezy and moony, and warm as jade, is about to shatter like her current shoulders.

Wang Lin suddenly realized, no wonder Huqin hurt so much that tears seemed to be falling, so he quickly let go of his hand and apologized. He is not formal, he has always been lenient with his subordinates, and it is nothing new to apologize to his sister's maid.

Baoqin wrinkled his little face, and while gently rubbing his aching shoulders, he said: "Young master, there is no need to apologize, you should hurry up to Siyi Zhai and invite Sister Nie to the house, Miss will probably be able to ...... when she sees Sister Nie."

Before the last few words of Baoqin were finished, she saw a black shadow in front of her, and then a horse neighed and the sound of hooves was chaotic, and she hurried to the door, but only saw the black shadow of the eighth young master breaking into the snowy night alone.

When the eighth young master of the Wang family hurried to Siyizhai, Nie Xiaoqian was also going to the Wang family's mansion.

It turned out that when Nie Xiaoqian arrived at Siyizhai, she heard Wang Xun talk about Wang Qiongying's illness, so she wanted to come to visit.

She didn't know that Wang Qiongying's illness was the so-called lovesickness at this time, because Wang Qiongying's illness was not easy for outsiders to know, so the people who knew it except for the doctors Yao Huatuo and Wang Lin, as well as a few maids who served Wang Qiongying, the other Wang family members only knew that the nine girls were sick.

Nie Xiaoqian wanted to go to the door of Wang's house, so naturally it was not good to hide her tracks, and she went in like the first time she inadvertently entered Wang Qiongying's boudoir. Then there was a warm sedan chair, two sedan chair drivers, Wang Xun who led the way, and she sat in the warm sedan chair.

The two sedan chair drivers only felt that the sedan chair was as light as nothing, and when they were strange, they lifted it up and walked fast almost without touching their feet, and Wang Xun had to trot all the way to keep up.

"Eighth Young Master!"

Halfway through the road to the Wang family's mansion, Wang Xun saw a horse galloping from the snow, and Wang Lin was on the horse, and the speed was almost a few breaths away, and he hurriedly barked.

Wang Lin heard Wang Xun's cry, saw Wang Xun and the warm sedan chair, reacted and clamped the horse's belly, lifted the reins, and in the wind roared and neighed, the horse turned around suddenly. When the horse's hooves were still too quick to turn around and couldn't help retreating, he jumped off the horse, hugged his fists and said urgently: "Contemptible Wang Lin, but Nie everyone?" ”

After he finished speaking, he realized that this was not the place to see the ceremony, and when he was secretly feeling anxious and reckless, the curtain of the warm sedan chair had been opened, and a slender figure had come down.

It is at this time that the snow is harvesting and the clouds are closed, and a bright moon is full.

In front of the lantern, under the moonlight, Wang Lin saw clearly the wonderful person in front of the warm sedan chair, and his heart tightened, only to feel: its shape is also like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising to the morning glow; Forced to observe it, it is scorching like a hibiscus out of the waves, not like people in the world.

Cao Zijian's description of Luoshen, word by word, couldn't help but flash from Wang Lin's mind, like lightning that pierced the night sky, one by one, and he was stunned there all of a sudden.

"This is the eighth young master of the Wang family."

Over there, Wang Xun reminded in a whisper.

When Nie Xiaoqian heard it, she lowered her head and said a blessing.

After all, Wang Lin is a person who comes out of the monk's temple to practice martial arts, although he is a lay disciple, but he has also meditated and chanted scriptures and participated in Zen, and the shock of that moment immediately came back to his senses, and secretly said ashamed, and took a few steps forward to salute again.

Nie Xiaoqian subconsciously took two steps back when Wang Lin advanced.

Wang Lin took a closer look, thinking that he was behaving like Meng Lang, and he abruptly surprised the beauty, and hurriedly retreated.

He didn't know that in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes, he didn't have melancholy eyes, no embarrassing fibrous roots, but he was more distinctive and outstanding than the fireflies in the dark, because his qi and blood were extremely vigorous, and from a distance, it was a raging furnace.

Although Nie Xiaoqian practiced the "Taiyin Refining Method" and absorbed a lot of literary energy, after all, the time was not long, the yin soul was not strong, and she could not withstand the impact of the martial arts master's qi and blood.

It is usually said that ghosts want to harm people, and they must first confuse people, because if they don't fascinate people first, they can't get close at all.

After the ceremony, Nie Xiaoqian returned to the warm sedan chair, thinking about the problem of this person's qi and blood, and in the future, it can be judged according to the exuberance of qi and blood, whether this person is a martial arts master, or a master, or a master.

Then I thought that this prince of the Wang family is young, but he has a body of muscles and bones, maybe he is a martial arts wizard who is seen once in a century, it is really amazing, if one day he opens up the second vein of Ren Du, wouldn't he want to fly to the sky?

In this bizarre world, but she can't be like what is written in martial arts novels, when a chivalrous man who is happy to take revenge walks the rivers and lakes with a sword, regretting his ghost body, she reads: "The thick eyebrows are like thunder, and when you hear that you are uneven, you will put the cup." The sword is a thousand miles away, and I don't want to go back. ”

The warm sedan car quietly entered the Wang family's mansion.