He raised his head, his long ink-colored hair poured on his shirt, his beautiful face was indescribably moving, or the blue eyes, or the Qinghua moon brocade robe, or the clear and shallow smile, like the light rain at the end of April, beautiful and picturesque, but the angry clouds and shallow songs itched!

That's what the so-called playing to the cow is like that, right? No matter what she says or does this month, smiling is the only answer for her.

There were birds flying in the sky, and on the green grass, the morning sun was pouring down clearly, and a girl with an ugly face stood on the grass and crossed her waist in the shape of a teapot and scolded angrily at the man sitting on the ground, she blushed angrily:

"Do you really think I didn't see the dregs in the pot?!"

"Do you really think that you can delay time by deliberately falling?!"

"Do you really think that Hongu is a fool and can let you fool him?!!"

Yun Qiange had a headache, she had already disposed of the stones on the road where she took Wen Yizhi, obviously leading him away, but he was going to move to the road with stones, this illness is not terrible, if there is no will to survive after being sick, it is the most terrible. For a man who is not only physically sick but also mentally has a headache, okay?

The three questions in a row made Wen Yizhi's already pale face even paler, and when Yun Qiange finally finished the last sentence, Wen Yizhi's heart chuckled, and his careful thoughts were revealed.

She has already discovered it, princess, and she has observed it thoroughly.

This time, Wen Yizhi didn't smile at her anymore, but lowered his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was a blue sky swept by the wind, the woman finally couldn't bear to bend down, she hooked his chin, her slender fingertips burst with transparent luster, her voice was soft and soft, like a spring breeze blowing into his heart:

"Now, Yizhi, everyone has a secret, and what is your secret?"

The fingertips in her sleeves trembled, and although Wen Yizhi couldn't see it, she could feel her eyes burning, sharp as if she was lying in front of her with all her clothes peeled, and all her thoughts were hidden in front of the princess.

Sure enough, this time the princess changed her tone and whispered in a mysterious voice like a night rose.

"Are you trying to cover up something, or do you simply not want to be healed?"

In a trance, there was wind intersecting beside the two.

The heart rippled like a ripple, but it immediately regained its calm. He was willing to agree to come with him for treatment, but he was afraid that his mother would be sad, what did he have to do with her?

Wen Yizhi stood up covering his feet, although he couldn't see it, his hands were groping stubbornly in the void to find his way back.

The wind blew gently, and this time without Yun Qiange's leadership, he was really tripped over the stone and fell to the ground, and his crescent-colored clothes were also stained with dirty soil, and the injury on his knee was even more serious.

Wen Yizhi seemed to have no feeling, got up, limped, walked again, fell, got up again, and fell back and forth like this dozens of times, but he was stubborn like a cow.

Ay!

Yun Qiange sighed heavily.

As far as Wen Yizhi's weak body like a willow makes it difficult for her to take care of it, if Wen Yizhi really falls to death on the mountain, Master Wen must not strangle himself.

A silver wire pulls Wen Yizhi's wrist.