Murong Yixue only felt that his body was very light, as if he was in the clouds, and he wanted to get up, but he found that his head was dizzy and heavy, and the sweat had soaked the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lately he had been dreaming a lot, and everything in his dreams was so real that he was silent, as if he didn't want to think about it.

He pushed open the window, and the warm light came into the room, and a fresh breeze blew. The fragrance of gardenias wafted outside the window, and Murong Yixue reached out and brought the gardenia petals, caressing them like a lover.

He loved flowers, but the plum blossoms he loved the most, and even his estate was named Plum Wood. Maybe it's noble, it's tough, and blooms before a hundred flowers, or maybe it's because it represents loneliness.

In the early winter morning, he was always dressed in a crane, and he was stunned to see the cold plums in the garden, and the snow falling into his bun, and he didn't feel it.

And now, it is late spring in March, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

He called softly, and two girls in tea-white clothes quietly walked into the house, and they all had a nice name, Meilan, Yuzhu.

This name was naturally given by Murong Yixue, they themselves have no name, when Murong Yixue first saw them, Mei Lan was just a muddy child, and Yuzhu was sold by his stepfather to a kiln prostitute for five copper coins, but fortunately Murong Yixue was rescued halfway, gave him five taels of silver, and slapped him severely.

Although she is a maidservant, Murong Yixue never cares about the difference between dignity and inferiority, Mei Lan has put the hot water in the wooden basin, with the fragrance of gardenias. Yuzhu prepared a brand-new, snow-white shirt for him.

After bathing, Murong Yixue changed into new clothes, this white silk is the best material in Xijing Ayaluo Fang, Mei Lan helped him comb his Liuyun bun, and Yuzhu tied the dragon pattern jade pendant he had worn for many years around his waist.

Murong Yixue instructed Mei Lan to prepare the horse, and took the sword handed by Yuzhu, when he held the sword, it seemed that the whole person was heavy. Yuzhu looked at him for a long time, and sighed softly, "Did the young master sleep better yesterday?"

Murong Yixue said secretly: I think this girl is the cold sweat that I found in my dream when I was sorting out the bedding, she has always been an extremely careful person. He didn't answer, but was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "You have to take care of yourselves on my long trip." ”

The neighing of the white horse was heard in the distance, and Yuzhu helped him tidy up his clothes, but he sighed secretly in his heart, this is exactly what I want to say to you. This kind-hearted young master has always cared about others, but he has never cherished himself.

The spring color in the south of the Yangtze River is sultry, and a spring breeze accompanied by the fragrance of flowers gently blows Murong Yixue's clothes.

The green swallows rippled in the green water lake, and the turquoise water sparkled. The flowers on the side of the road are vibrant, and the petals are inlaid with the rain and dew of last night, and they look like delicate girls.

Murong Yixue held the reins in her hand, and her thoughts returned to ten years ago.

At that time, he was only seventeen years old, but he was already one of the most famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

He began reading sword books at the age of five and learned swords at the age of six. At the age of thirteen, he defeated Yan Shuangqing, the eldest disciple of the Huashan faction and was known as the 'Qingfeng Swordsman', and even the Wudang Taidou Yuxu Zhenren failed to defeat him within thirty moves, and he was only fifteen years old that year.

Such a handsome young man's swordsmanship is agile and unique, and the sword he is used to is a symbol of integrity and nobility, and he has not tasted defeat since he became famous.

And the Murong family is also one of the eight great families in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Yixue is talented, has outstanding martial arts, and his talent is gorgeous, which also brings infinite glory to the Murong family.

But such a chivalrous and upright genius boy fell in love with the 'Mingyue Palace Master', the only pearl in the palm of Shangguan Yun, the Demon Sect Leader in the past-Shangguan Mingyue!

When Murong Yixue first saw her, she was wearing a pink cherry palace robe, with wide sleeves fluttering, green silk hanging down her shoulders, and a little pink but she had already fallen into the country, suspected of being a fairy who fell into the mortal world and had not eaten fireworks in the world for a long time.

Who knew that this beautiful woman faced each other with a sword when she first saw her, she was personally taught swordsmanship by Shangguan Yun, the leader of the Demon Sect since she was a child, and when she was in a slim position, she was already a first-class master in the martial arts.

This sword stabbed quickly and accurately, Murong Yixue's body fluttered, but the hilt of the sword parried, and with a backhand, her sword momentum was unloaded, and even the sword was taken off. She was annoyed and embarrassed, and reached out to grab Murong Yixue's Longyuan sword, wanting to kill herself, Murong Yixue was shocked, but she didn't expect this girl's temperament to be so strong, and she couldn't see it, so she had to hold Xue Liang's sword body with her hand and save her life.

Shangguan Mingyue saw that his hands were bloody, and he was really frightened, so he calmed down, and he just looked at her with a smile, and there was indescribable tenderness in his eyes. Shangguan Mingyue snorted coldly, and strode away without looking back, but the sunset outside the distant mountains became more gentle.

Later, the Demon Sect invaded the Central Plains on a large scale, and the lives were devastated, and the people were struggling to make a living. The major factions of the martial arts made an appointment with this genius swordsman and duel with the Demon Sect on the top of Huashan Mountain. Shangguan Yun and many masters of the Demon Sect have dealt heavy blows to the masters of all factions, and at the time of crisis, Murong Yixue finally forced Shangguan Yun to fall to the peak of Huashan Mountain, resolving this catastrophe, and the people of Houjianghu also praised him as the 'Sword God'.

But who can know how much this young sword god has sacrificed?

"Now I can't defeat you no matter what, and in ten years, I will definitely kill you with a sword. He will never forget, this is the last thing Shangguan Mingyue said to him.

The green horse galloped beside the ancient road, and Murong Yixue muttered to herself: "Mingyue, it's been ten years, even if I die under your sword, I will never blame you." You're not wrong, it's just me who is wrong. ”

On April 15, Jiaxing Yanyu Building, there are only more than 20 days left from the ten-year covenant. Murong Yixue was thinking about it, but she didn't notice the oil-walled carriage coming from the opposite side, the green horse was frightened and trembled violently, and Murong Yixue was startled and fell off the horse.

It's not that the oil-walled car is driving too fast, it's just that Murong Yixue has a lot of thoughts, and by the time she finds out, it's too late. I saw Murong Yixue swept up like green smoke, and then looked at the oil-walled carriage, and the driver was actually a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with two pigtails. The little girl must have panicked, afraid that the car would hit and hurt someone, but she never thought that this man would fly up in the air and fall like catkins.

The little girl's eyes widened like copper bells, and her mouth grew out, as if she could put down two large rice dumplings and three tea eggs. Murong Yixue brought the green horse and gently stroked its ears and temples, but the horse calmed down, closed its eyes, and hung its head, like a child who had made a mistake.

Murong Yixue put the saddle back, jumped lightly, landed on the horse, waved slightly to the little girl with pigtails, signaled goodbye, and wanted to leave. This was very bad for the little girl, and she really did not understand why the man in white was so gentle, and the car almost hurt him, but he was not stunned, and the horse threw him off, and he did not panic.

She has been a maid in the Jiangnan family since she was a child, and she still understands the etiquette, and she should have apologized, but she was in a hurry, but she was speechless and couldn't speak.

"Childe, please stay. I don't know where the voice came from, like a gentle spring rain, softly and thinly. I saw a snow-white hand like a jade lotus, opened the curtain, and slowly walked out of the carriage A girl in a goose yellow shirt.

Her steps were light, her body was soft, and the flowers on the side of the road had lost their color, Murong Yixue looked at her and couldn't help but be moved.

The little girl with pigtails smiled secretly: Our young lady is beautiful, this son is so stupid that he is afraid that he can't wait to give birth to a pair of eyes.

The little girl's eyes turned, and she said in her heart: Actually, I don't blame the son, if I were a boy, I couldn't help but look at our young lady a few more times.

The girl in the goose yellow dress smiled apologetically and said slowly: "The little woman's maid is abrupt and disturbs the son, and I hope the son will not be blamed." ”

She is really a beautiful woman, with a demeanor and demeanor of a famous family. Murong Yixue put down the reins in her hand and said with a smile: "Miss, why do you need to say this? ”

The girl in the goose yellow dress smiled and replied, "That being the case, the little girl is not polite." She seemed to be thinking about something, there was a little more shyness between her eyebrows, and her mouth opened slightly, before she said softly: "Childe... But are you going to Hangzhou?"

Murong Yixue was silent, his trip was to Hangzhou City, and in more than 20 days, it was the October appointment of Jiaxing Yanyu Building, and Hangzhou was the only way for him to go to Jiaxing. In the past ten years, he rarely went far away, just lived a hermit-like life in Meiwu in the far suburbs, this trip, is to stay in Hangzhou for more time, the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River is as green as blue, but it is also the most beautiful time of the West Lake.

Perhaps only the delicacies and wine in Hangzhou and the magnificent scenery of West Lake can alleviate the pain in his heart.

Murong Yixue bowed slightly.

The girl in the goose yellow dress hesitated and asked, "Twenty miles away from here, there is a Nine Creek Smoke Tree, I wonder if Gongzi has ever heard of it?"

Murong Yixue smiled.

The girl in the goose yellow dress had a happy face, and said: "Don't hide it from the child, the little woman is going to the Jiuxi Tobacco Tree on this trip, I wonder if the Son can move with her?" ”

Murong Yixue's heart moved, and suddenly said, "Thank you Miss for your kindness, it's just that you're down..."

The little girl with pigtails seemed to jump up: "Your son is handsome, how can he be like a big piece of wood that is raw and hard, my young lady treats you well, you..."

Before the words fell, a coquettish voice sounded: "Mouthy girl, don't be rude!"

The little girl with pigtails was like a little earth dog in the water, drooping her head and whispering, "Yes..."

The girl in goose yellow clothes seemed to know that he had answered, she lowered her head and said softly: "If the son insists on leaving, it is inconvenient for the little woman to stay." It's just—" She paused a little, and then sighed softly: "It's just that this long road is long, and the son walks alone, isn't it too lonely." ”

This sentence touched Murong Yixue's heartstrings, who knows how he spent countless long nights and countless dreams in the past ten years.

He couldn't bear to refuse this gentle young lady of the family.

The carriage is delicate and elegant, and the little girl with pigtails outside the window is rushing to the car.

The girl in the goose yellow dress sat close to Murong Yixue, and Murong Yixue carefully looked at her appearance for the first time.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned lightly, she was really a pearl and dizzy, and her reputation was fluorescent.

After a long time, a light voice sounded: "I still don't know the name of the son?"

Murong Yixue frowned slightly, as if there was something unspeakable.

She didn't even ask again, and she didn't ask more about things that were inconvenient for others to say, which was undoubtedly a famous lady's move.

She looked at Murong Yixue, squeezed out a smile on her face, and said softly: "Childe thinks it's inconvenient to reveal his name..."

But his heart was soft, and he finally spoke: "Under Murong Yixue." ”

Her heart was full of joy, overflowing with words, and his name was as gentle as his person, like the quiet first snow of winter.

Murong Yixue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't recognize her name. It's been ten years, and in this world, this river and lake has finally forgotten itself.

For some reason, a wave of loss welled up in my heart.

Murong Yixue finally asked, "I don't know Miss's name yet?"

The carriage moved slowly along, and it was nearly dusk.

You can see the sunset through the car window, and the clouds are also reflected in fiery red.

This lovely red color is like the red glow on a girl's face when she is shy.

"My name is Su Wan'er. ”

Gentle as jade, graceful as Zhaohua, it is really a nice name.