After saying that, Nangong Liuxi and Fengya quickly hugged Tong Ziyi and slipped away, and there were quite a few people behind them.

Zhong Ci sneered, he was still that handsome and uninhibited, sassy and heroic, but he was no longer the apricot-eyed and smiling young man in front of Tong Ziyi.

His gentleness, his infatuation, and hatred were all left in the girl and his yard.

Now, in the moonlight, I can't hide you.

The words in his heart choked in his throat, Zhong Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as soon as the breeze passed, his body shook violently, making his pale face even weaker.

So you can only protect the only joy you have.

Madam.

Zhong Ci held back the severe pain and dizziness all over his body, and pulled out his sword, which shone brightly, surrounded by a flowing cyan light.

As soon as the blue light flashed, except for Tong Qianmo, everyone fell to their knees in an instant.

"Greetings to the doorman. ”

Tong Qianmo's face dropped to freezing.

Nangong Liuxi and Fengya had already run far away with Tong Ziyi, and they were dazzled by the light on the horizon, and they couldn't help but turn around.

"WOC!"

"We are so bitter to be deceived!"

Nangong Liuxi glanced at the sleepy Tong Ziyi, and couldn't help but say: "It's good that the little waste didn't see it, otherwise, her sky would really collapse." ”

"I didn't expect the Yuhu Gate to give Zhong Ci the empty sword symbolized by the door owner. ”

"He turned out to be a member of the Chen family, no wonder......"

"Wolf-hearted and dog-lunged thing! Ignoring the old man Jiang who likes him as much as he does the little waste!"

"You say...... Does Mr. Jiang know?"

Nangong Liuxi was asked by the wind cliff and did not speak for a long time.

......

Nangong Liuxi and Fengya finally rushed back to the ink altar after all night, but what they didn't expect was that Jiang Hua and Nangong Yu were waiting for them in Chicheng Temple early.

"Daddy......" Nangong Liuxi saw Nangong Yu and was full of emotion, and the big stone in his heart was finally put down.

"Huh...... You have suffered......"

"Teacher ......"

Wind Cliff also shouted.

Jiang Hua looked at them distressedly, holding back tears and nodded.

"You're all good boys, and I'm sorry for you. ”

The three were scarred, and Tong Ziyi was still in a coma.

It turned out that Jiang Hua and the others rushed back to Kyoto and were detained in the palace, and many things they were over half a hundred years old could be guessed without saying.

The first thing the royal family wanted to do to get rid of the Qing family was Yueyimen, and he directed and acted in this play, but he took pity on this group of flower-like teenagers who died.

Worried, he was finally put back in the ink altar, but he still refused to let out of Chicheng Temple, until the news came a few days ago that the ban was lifted, and Jiang Hua guessed that the three of them escaped.

When Tong Ziyi woke up again, he found that he was already in the green bamboo fence, and the familiar bells were ringing and the bamboo shadows were swaying.

"Boom-"

As soon as the bell rang, Tong Ziyi's tears could no longer be stopped, she covered her face and cried hysterically without concealing it.

Nangong Liuxi was standing outside the door with the medicine, listening to her hoarse cry inside, she couldn't help but cry too, and she didn't have the strength to push the door in.

Jiang Hua stood behind her at some point, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled gently, put her index finger to her lips, and comforted: "That child is more bitter, let's not trouble her." ”

Nangong Liuxi nodded sensibly and put on a reluctant smile.

The two of them listened to the sobbing inside and stopped before pushing the door open.

"Little waste, drink the medicine. ”

Nangong Liuxi cheered up, looking still heartless.

Tong Ziyi saw them come in and hurriedly wiped the traces of crying, and smiled: "Teacher, Liuxi." ”

Jiang Hua responded, and then touched her head: "Don't worry, the ink altar is still there, we are still there." ”

"Teacher......" Tong Ziyi had a sour nose again, desperately opening her eyes wide to prevent tears from flowing out.

There are many changes, so that the New Year is coming quietly, and before they even react, it is already after the Lantern Festival.

The New Year's celebration diluted the bloody storm in the rivers and lakes, and few people talked about the Yueyi Gate anymore, and even the bells after that day disappeared.

Tong Ziyi didn't dare to ask Nangong Liuxi and Fengya about Zhong Ci, and they also deliberately avoided it and didn't want to talk about it.

Until one day, Nangong Liuxi came to deliver medicine to Tong Ziyi as usual, and as she came in, a few snowflakes floated in from outside the door, bringing in the cold wind.

"It's snowing......"

"yes!"

Tong Ziyi was fascinated, and Nangong Liuxi also looked back.

"Little waste, why don't we go to the market!"

Tong Ziyi has never been out of this courtyard since she returned to the ink altar, and Nangong Liuxi saw that she was getting depressed and changed her ways to ask her to go out, but she always couldn't resist her.

Unexpectedly, Tong Ziyi nodded unexpectedly today: "Okay." ”

"Uh-huh...... Okay, okay!"

Nangong Liuxi was ready to be rejected by her, and seeing Tong Ziyi's shallow smile, she also became happy.

Wind Cliff came in with a black face at this time: "Yo!

Tong Ziyi smiled: "Take it, let's go." ”

"Let's go!"