The night went on, but there were many people who couldn't sleep.

Yuan Sirong sat in her boudoir in a daze, although this boudoir did not have the appearance of everyone's beautiful boudoir at all, but in the past, it was full of happy laughter and good memories of little girls. Now, it was late at night, but none of the candles in the room were lit. Wisps of moonlight poured down from the sky through the dark clouds, reflected in the house, and shone on Yuan Sirong's face. Yuan Sirong subconsciously hid in the bed in the room, hiding herself in the dark, as if she could escape from reality in this way.

Yuan Sirong shrank in the corner of the bed, clasped her hands on her knees, buried her face in her knees, recalling the bits and pieces of the past few years with Xingyun, sweetness and sadness came to her heart at the same time.

The little girl bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying again. Because she no longer cries, "crying" can't change reality. And the little girl now just wants time to pass as slowly as possible, and the sky never dawns. Yuan Sirong couldn't change reality, so she chose to escape, she didn't dare to sleep, she was afraid that when she woke up, the day would be over, and it would be close to the day when she announced her wedding date.

"No, I can't run away, I'm going to fight, why should I marry a stranger I don't know? Why did all these years between me and Xingyun go down the drain just because of a marriage contract? Yuan Sirong shook her head violently, as if she wanted to shake off those thoughts of escape, "As a girl, as long as you marry someone this time, then your life will be over, and it will never be recovered, I don't want this, I want to be with Xingyun!" ”

But when Yuan Sirong remembered that her grandfather had been with her for so many years, she was obedient to her, and her kind face, but now she shook her head and sighed, Yuan Sirong's heart softened again, and she didn't know how to face her grandfather.

"Do you have to accept your fate?" Yuan Sirong thought helplessly.

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Just when Yuan Sirong couldn't sleep all night, there was a different scene in Xingjun's room in the distance.

Xingjun's new residence is in the small courtyard of his Master Mulianzi. After Xingjun came back, he sat at the desk and sat until the evening, and Xingjun has been reminiscing, recalling his life with Xingyun in the past ten years.

The window was open, and Xingjun's slightly pale face was brighter and darker with the flickering candlelight blown by the night wind.

Among all the people up and down Qingcheng, including his two masters: Mu Wudao and Mu Lianzi and his senior brother Xingyun, none of them knew as well as Xingjun that they would definitely be able to enter the Qingwu Palace. Although he was able to enter the Qingwu Hall to practice all the martial arts in Qingcheng, Xingjun's purpose was half completed, but Xingjun was not happy. From childhood to adulthood, a whole ten years of getting along day and night, Xingjun and Xingyun are not brothers but more like brothers, and the brotherhood has always entangled Xingjun. Although they are not separated from each other, but only the distance has been widened, Xingjun didn't expect it to be so uncomfortable, and Xingjun himself didn't understand it very well, but his feeling was that he would not deceive himself.

Thinking of this, Xingjun's slightly pale face was a little flushed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a little bitterness.

However, without warning, the blush on Xingjun's face suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his usually slightly pale and expressionless face. And at this moment, a pale black figure floated in through the open window like green smoke, as if it was a lifeless fallen leaf, so quiet and silent, and even the harmony of the surrounding environment was not destroyed.

What a peerless effort!

Even if the head of Qingcheng, Wuyangzi, saw it, he would be ashamed of himself, but Xingjun was not surprised by such a light skill and the person who suddenly broke in, he just looked at her expressionlessly.

I saw that she was dressed in black and outlining the perfect figure of a delicate and beautiful young woman, convex and concave, which led to reverie, and the black scarf masked and her hair were wrapped in it, and only two eyes were painted like jewels.

At this time, the masked woman in black with a perfect body knelt on one knee and said in a voice as faint as a mosquito: "Narcissus greets the young master." ”

Xingjun, the master of the young door, "fan"!

And the night continues.