Unintentionally would obviously be wrong for her. Lou Qianshan, who raised his voice and shouted, made him feel like he was in a trembling dream for a moment - the rumbling thunder, the falling rain, the person who appeared when he had no hope, who only smiled at him in his dreams, was now asking him to stay.

With a "whew", the wind had blown his robe far away. He didn't know when he unconsciously let go of his hand. His hand was caressing her face, and he wanted to be sure that it wasn't a dream.

He stroked her wet cheeks and hair. He touched the spot of her lips. The darkness of the night stimulated his memories, and he trembled, groping and kissing her as he had been a long time ago—as in a dream.

It must have been tears on the face, right? The rain wasn't so warm. He hugged her, and she didn't resist. After a long time, Lou Qianshan recalled this night, and still didn't know if Shan Wuyi at that time actually knew about his deception a long time ago?

The temperature of his body was transmitted through his soaked clothes. She let him untie her clothes. Doesn't she care about that? It doesn't seem to be. She hated the men in the world, even the Shen Fengming who was deeply seared in her heart, and even Song Ke, who was married to herself, she had found all kinds of excuses and never shared a bed with him once - she felt that she had long since lost any pleasure, but she did not push away the order. She didn't know if it was out of guilt for deception, or because she knew it was fruitless, or maybe it was because they had a child who hadn't come to earth after all—she closed her eyes and let him play with her.

If there is a man in the world who can make her forget her hatred, it is probably only this young man in front of her now. Only this young man, whether she rejects him, colds him, or opens her arms to him and treats him warmly, he will not feel that she is a frivolous woman. She will always be unique and irreplaceable in his heart, but it is a pity that she cannot cherish him—she has never and will not cherish him.

If there is an afterlife. She kissed him back. If there is an afterlife, I will choose you from the beginning.

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In the second half of the night, okra realized that it was late. She stood up, slightly loosening her frowning brow, ready to go to bed. It is important to study the solution of the Nether Butterfly, but there is still a big battle tomorrow night, and if you can't rest well tonight, I am afraid that tomorrow night's strength will be greatly reduced, and the gains outweigh the losses.

She blew out the lights, changed her clothes and lay down to the sound of the rain. I always vaguely felt that the handwriting on the paper seemed to fade after I saw it. But maybe it's an illusion. She said to herself. Where is such a thing.

She had no dreams until dawn, and she woke up to the sound of a drop of water from the eaves—the rain had stopped, and the tinkling beads only made the dawn more and more silent.

It was still dark. Okra sat up, breathed a little, and suddenly saw something faintly glowing on the table from a distance. She felt strange in her mind, and approached in the dark—but it was the recipe for the Nether Butterfly that had never been folded up.

She vaguely realized something and turned on the light. There was a blank on the yellowed paper roll, and the handwriting of yesterday was like turning into dust, and there was no trace at this time. If it weren't for the fact that she had seen the signs of fading last night, she was afraid that she would find it strange and unbelievable, but now, she guessed that it must be Shen Fengming's trickery, most of which was the ink used to dip in the words.

She remembered the fluorescence she had seen in the darkness of the night, and then turned the light out again. Sure enough, there was a layer of ink on the paper—or glow powder—written on it. This handwriting is not visible under the light of the day, and only in such darkness can a faint light appear.

Looking closely, her heart moved: it was not handwriting, but a small piece of piano score. And this little piece of music is clearly familiar.

It's not just familiar, it's all too familiar. This was almost the first piece that Master taught himself. For many years, she never knew what Master meant by remembering this poem by herself, until that time when she returned to Lingyinmen, she stumbled upon a record of her birth in one of Master's relics.

"Pity the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. The last two lines of the song are sung like this.

The third day of September this year has passed - on the day I arrived in Yuezhou. Shen Fengming didn't know about her birthday, he was busy contacting Ouyang Xin during the day, and he had been talking to Feng Qingkai at night, and he didn't say a word to her. She didn't care about it, and was even glad that Shen Fengming didn't know, so as not to come to entangle again, but that night, she still made a wish alone - nothing else, just hoping that the Shuangqin expedition would be smooth and safe. This year was something special for her—it was her first birthday since she found the record.

- But it turns out that he knows?

The sky is getting brighter, the morning light shines through the panes, and the glow is no longer visible. The wooden hairpin was placed horizontally on the table so casually that no one could see that there was still a pair of dewy pearls and a moon-like bow hidden in the hairpin's head. She remembered that Shen Fengming said when he was leaving, "It's too late to give it to you now." "He's talking about - isn't that the recipe for the Nether Butterfly?

She took the hairpin again. Shen Fengming gave this gift so tossing and turning, was he worried that she would not accept it?

Maybe. She reached out and unscrewed the hairpin. Maybe if he had given him this gift in person, she would have rejected him without thinking. She took out the pearl earrings, suppressed a trace of shame that seemed not to belong to her, enough to lighten herself, sat down in front of the mirror, and put them on one by one. She rarely wears ornaments, but these earrings are delicate and cute, and they soften her cold demeanor a lot. She was stunned for a long time, as if she didn't know herself, and at the end, she suddenly realized it.

I'm thinking about something. Although these earrings don't look as old as Mu Hai, they are not brand new, so how could they be given to me. If he really wants to send me, with his temperament, how can he beat around the bush like this?

She frantically removed her earrings and hurried back to the table to put them back in place. The paper rolls were still on the table—like the wooden hairpins, they were very, very old, if they weren't thick enough, they would have been scattered, and the pen and ink that seemed to be glow powder—yes, she could feel some subtle unevenness when she touched them with her hands, knowing that they were painted with glow powder, but in the darkness of the memory, their luster was also very dim, as if they had already passed an unimaginable time, and had fallen off and been damaged—the score must have been left on the paper for a long, long time— Regardless of whether it was Shen Fengming or not, at least it was definitely not drawn recently, and of course it was not painted for her.

She put it down, got up and walked, pushing open the west window. Yes, it's the 10th day of September after all. She laughed to herself. No one will deliver the gift on the 10th day of the 10th month of the ninth month. It's just a coincidence—the score on the scroll, the pearl in the hairpin, is just a connection with another person many years ago, and it has nothing to do with me. Maybe Shen Fengming didn't notice that there was any fluorescent powder on this paper? Maybe, he forgot that there was something else in the hairpin?

She leaned against the window. The sky is white and vast, and there is a little faint rain and fog, which makes people feel a little confused and a little uneasy.

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The mist shrouded over the water, adding some mystery to the wet morning.

When Lou Qianshan woke up from the hazy wet **, Shan Yiyi next to him was still asleep.

Once again, the thought of pulling him out of danger had gone away with the absurd night. She hurried to the water's edge, washing her clothes from the mud of the night, as if washing her body of betrayal and the disbelief in her mind. Luckily, she's still a little confused. She tore up and tucked up her crumpled clothes, and stripped off all the ornaments on her body—only the gorgeous hairpin held her hair in full force, turning her back into the boy she had when she had never met Shan unintentionally.

But she didn't have time to say goodbye to him. She put on her cloak, hoping that the faint sunlight would dispel the cold.

Today, she has a lot more important things to do.

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It wasn't until near noon that Wu Tiantong saw a small boat leisurely rowing out of the fading mist. A young man on the boat, when he approached the shore, suddenly swept up, glided against the water, and fell lightly in front of the three of them.

Ouyang Xin, who had the best light skills among the three, secretly praised in his heart. At that time, the distance was close, although it was not necessary for a person with outstanding skills to achieve it overnight, but it was rare that the young man had a graceful posture, and even Ouyang Xin asked himself if it was difficult to do it. It is also the thin figure of the young man that makes this sweep like a piece of feathers dancing lightly and willow leaves floating, and the person who sees it does not feel abrupt, but feels very pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the young man closely, Ouyang Xin realized that he was not as elegant and decent as he looked from a distance—under the cloak, his clothes and shoes were damp and wrinkled, but he was still clean. But when I looked at his face, the feeling of embarrassment no longer existed. The young man raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was smiling. His heart suddenly went blank for a moment, but fortunately, the young man's gaze immediately turned away, and he looked at Wu Tiantong and Shi Zhijian again, and his mind cleared up for a moment, and he secretly slowed down his heartbeat.

After exchanging incisions, Wu Tiantong made a gesture: "Prince Fengming ordered me to wait here, and the little brother is really trustworthy." ”

"Qianshan has seen three seniors. The young man smiled lightly and said, "Today's matter depends on the three of you." ”

"It turns out that this is the 'Thousand Shan Prince'. Wu Tiantong suddenly realized, "I have admired the name for a long time-Feng Ming Gongzi should have told us the identity of this 'Neiying' earlier, and it also saved our brothers from guessing and worrying." ”

Lou Qianshan just smiled lightly, and quickly talked about the topic of assassinating Cheng Fangyu: "Cheng Fangyu has been meeting with people from the Phantom Realm every afternoon these days, sometimes Guan Feizhi, sometimes Guan Sheng, and today must be no exception." ”

"See you every day?" Shi Zhijian asked. "Where did they meet?"

"The previous location was often uncertain. Lou Qianshan said, "But since the day before yesterday, they are all on the west bank of Xiangshui, and this place is his only way." ”