Three-edged darts, pheasant feathers with arrow tails, blood, cliffs, wind, branches......

Suddenly I woke up, and the light was already climbing up the window edge of my eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, his sadness concealed the caution in his peach blossom eyes.

"Are you awake?" The girl in front of her was named Ning Yu, dressed in a green shirt, and the edge in her eyes rubbed a few wisps of tenderness, "I picked you up on the mountain in the capital that day, and when I saw that you were injured, I took you back to the village, do you remember your life experience now?" ”

Shaking his head, he only felt dizzy. He stood up slowly, and the doubts in his heart were even worse than Ning Yu's. Why the cliff? Where did it come from? Where is the courtyard in my memory......

"You might as well follow me to meet my father and mother, my mother has some medical skills, maybe she can help you." Ning Yu opened his mouth and led the way unhurriedly in front.

In the mountains and fields in July, the fragrance of grass and trees fills the mountain villa, the pink walls and tiles are thick in the mountain wind, and the crickets are hidden in the bushes and chirping, blowing the horn of early autumn.

"This girl is very good at an old friend of mine." Ning Mo, who had seen the girl who had fallen off the cliff, said.

Jiang Qingji, the owner of Ji Ning Village, also nodded in response, "If it weren't for the girl from the Qing family in the capital who was still staying in the mansion, I would have thought that this girl was Qingluo's little group." ”

—郦国·京zhao—

The summer rain in the capital continues, and even the traces of the previous day have long been hidden deep in the soil, and it is difficult to find any more. In autumn, it is difficult to find the clues of the month ago.

The person who came was dressed in a moon-white robe, turned over and dismounted, and staggered straight to the edge of the cliff.

On the side of the cliff was a lonely tree, and on the branches of the tree floated a red brocade cloth, which had been faded from the sun. Qingpu's eyes trembled and he flew down.

Seeing that he was about to pounce, Qingpu threw an iron claw onto the cliff, swung with his two feet against the cliff, and raised his hand to hold the brocade cloth in his hand - Hang Luo.

There are a lot of silk and satin in the south of the Yangtze River, and this Hangluo is the most suitable for summer, breathable and light. My sister is the most greedy, and she wears a woven horse-faced pleated skirt every April. If you go out during the day, you have to wear a little lighter, and run down the street in a short hakama.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was finally suppressed by the pain at the end of his eyes, and Qingpu swung all the way down the cliff.

There was no trace left at the foot of the mountain, Qingpu had no choice but to climb back to the cliff, and just then he took the rope and stood still, and a person flashed out of his side, "Childe, the war in the southeast has started again, and the general ordered you to lead the army." ”