Just as Guo Song Xingye put the rice paper into the phantom study, there was a commotion behind, the crowd was crowded, because of the strong thrust in the rear, Guo Song Xingye was close and difficult to retreat, and was knocked down on the young man's stall, knocked over his inkstone, and black ink sprinkled the white rice paper on the ground.

Guo Song Xingye was startled at first, and immediately straightened the inkstone after reacting, not caring whether he fell down or not, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ink was sprinkled with white paper.

Rejoicing in my heart: fortunately, it was not written, otherwise she would have been unlucky!

The riot calmed down after a while, and when she turned her head, she saw that the few people who accompanied her just now were nowhere to be found, which made her helpless for a while.

Now she has to go home alone!

After saying sorry to the young man, Guo Song Xingye went back along the street, passing by all kinds of passers-by alone, and completely lost his interest in playing.

The street was still lively, but she was not interested, walking slowly, to the door of an inn, she suddenly stopped, her eyes were about to cross the vast sea of people, but someone hit her hard, and she almost fell down without paying attention.

Originally, she was not in a good mood, and she was about to open her mouth to scold, but she was quickly apologized and put off by the person's sincere attitude, and said impatiently that it was okay, and forgot the scene that she had glanced at in a hurry just now.

The street was full of people, lively, Guo Song Xingye, who was inexplicably hit twice, no longer walked on the street, turned into a relatively remote alley, walked in a hurry at the turnpoint, and was hit again.

"You don't have eyes!"

This time, she was really angry.

I saw that the man walked quickly, quickly fled the alley, and poured into the crowd.

The helpless Guo Song Xingye was angry in his heart, and stepped on the snow under his feet, sprinkling all his anger on the snow, as if he wanted to vent all the unpleasantness of today.

Guo Song Xingye, who stared in that direction for a long time, knowing that the time was not early, chose to go back and did not bother anymore.

She had always been alert, and after walking for a long time, she felt that her cold fingertips had a liquid draping feeling, and when she looked closely, she found that there was an extra red blood mark on her wrist, and the draping feeling on her fingertips was the blood flowing from her body.

Seeing the scars, she frowned slightly, her eyes were dark, as if she was thinking about something, and one hand mechanically took out a silk handkerchief and applied it to the wound to stop the bleeding.

The moonlight is soft, and the reflection on the silver snow is extremely beautiful, and what blooms in the snow is the blood plum that drips from her blood.

Guo Song Xingye turned her head and squinted, and immediately turned to leave, not knowing what she thought.

The most indispensable thing on the winter solstice is, of course, the snow-white glutinous rice balls, as well as the glutinous rice balls that seem to be soft and soft.

When she first arrived in Hufu, the lights were still bright, and she lacked popularity, and several people who had been separated from her were already waiting for her in the kitchen.

Taking off her heavy cloak, she saw a few steaming bowls of rice balls on the table, she took a seat, glanced at the impatient faint remnant, and immediately started.

Food comes first, and she doesn't care what others think of her.

During this period, she didn't say a word to anyone, and left after eating and washing, and she didn't even pay attention to Hu Hai.

Whoever called when he was on the street, he didn't take care of himself and got lost.

Because it was a festival, many people were not in Hufu, Guo Song Xingye walked alone in the dark corridor, the yellow light reflected the clear face, but the black eyes were like a deep pool in the valley, which had a unique style.

Fusu, who followed her far behind, walked casually, her light-colored robe swayed slightly, leisurely, holding a warm jade in her hand, but her eyes were dim and unclear.

Her lips opened lightly, and she said quietly: "I don't know the hall of the underworld... What's the matter? ”

Her indifferent tone made Fusu chuckle, took a few steps side by side with her, and said leisurely: "Why don't you go back to your room and go in the opposite direction?" ”

For the essence of Shangfusu, Guo Song Xingye didn't pretend to be deep, and replied casually: "Go find Cangluo Wuling." ”

With her relaxed expression, Fusu also knew that she was telling the truth, and almost guessed the reason why she went to find Cangluowu.

"You're hurt?"

"Yes."

casually asked, but Guo Song Xingye heard his affirmation and did not hide it.

The wrist was suddenly scratched, Guo Song Xingye did not study deeply, and went to the academy as usual the next day, Hu Hai, who was usually waiting for her at the door, disappeared.

Although she was dissatisfied, she couldn't waste time.

Maybe Hu Hai just went before her, she thought.

When she arrived at the academy, she went to class as usual, only staring at her with disdain from time to time, but she automatically blocked it.

Dissatisfied with her being the prince of the underworld, I'm sorry, she still disdains to be recognized by them.

When practicing swordsmanship, Hu Hai wanted to be with Guo Song Xingye, but he was preempted by Fusu, and Fusu's actions surprised the people on the spot.

Especially Xia Qiu Yanyan, she quietly approached Guo Song Xingye and secretly asked, "What's wrong with you and Hu Hai?" ”

Guo Song Xingye didn't have any expression, and his tight-fitting clothes were even more heroic, and he replied flatly: "Not much." ”

Xia Qiu's charming face frowned in confusion, then stretched, thinking: It must be that Starry Night and Hu Hai are having an awkward relationship, and they didn't talk much today.

At this time, the well-dressed Fusu approached, gave Guo Song Xingye a look, and then walked away and went to a place where there were few people waiting for her.

Guo Song Xingye didn't say much, glanced at his wrist, and followed Fusu's footsteps.

Only Fusu knew about her injury, because of the hurried glance yesterday, although she believed in Hu Hai, she had some worries in her heart.

If it weren't for the young man's collision, she might have been able to see clearly whether the silver-haired man who was hugging a woman in front of the inn was Hu Hai.

When she came back to her senses, she had already arrived in front of Fusu, thinking about what she had just done, and she felt a burst of regret in her heart.

Hu Hai is so good to her, although he is uncomfortable in his heart, he can't doubt him like this, he can feel his kindness to himself.

"What's wrong with you?"

Even Fusu could see that she was absent-minded.

After a pause, she raised her head and said, "It's okay, let's practice swords." ”

On this day, Hu Hai and Guo Song Xingye did not say a word.