The henchmen who have been following the left and right sword slaves stand quietly with their eyes and nose and nose and heart holding their swords, standing from sunrise to sunset with their masters, without saying a word.

Suddenly, he sighed softly, "Sword slave, can't I wait?"

There was a deep sadness in his tone, a trace of unbearable despair. Did he bury her? He has obviously let Zimo replace her, she can not enter the imperial tomb, she can experience all this without being so afraid. But why didn't this woman damn not listen to him?

She didn't take poison, even if she entered the imperial tomb, she wouldn't be able to die for a while, and she could wait until his plan was successful to save her. But why did he succeed and search the imperial tomb, but she was gone?

Where did she go, why wasn't she in the imperial mausoleum, she didn't see anyone alive or dead?

Clenched his fists, this woman, if you are still alive, in heaven and on earth, can I still find you, are you still willing to return to me?

Although Yiyun was asking the sword slave, he was asking himself more. The sword slave did not answer. He was a silent man, and even though he had a thought in his heart, he never said it. In front of the master, only when accepting tasks and completing tasks, the simple answer is yes or no.

The sword slave moved suddenly, and the long sword changed into a grip, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Yiyun noticed something strange and turned around. The path was quiet, and a curling figure walked from a distance, little by little, enlarged in his eyes.

Yiyun stood in place, the woman in the distance smiled skillfully, looking forward to the style while walking, the wind bun showed her sideburns, the eyebrows and eyes were lightly swept with spring, the skin was delicate and moist like warm jade, and the cherry mouth was not dotted and red, delicate and beautiful, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks gently brushed with the wind to add a bit of seductive style, and the eyes that rotated flexibly turned wisely, a little naughty. A little naughty, pink rose-scented tight-fitting robe sleeve top, emerald green smoke yarn loose flower skirt under the cover, the waist is tied into a big bow with gold silk soft smoke, the sideburns hang low and obliquely inserted jasper and phoenix hairpins, showing a slender and demonic charm that hooks people's souls. It's so flawless, so beautiful that it doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

At this moment, let you shine in the world, and you will not be able to smile at the beauty. She's beautiful.

She stood outside the Willow Pavilion, and Yiyun was inside the Willow Pavilion. Motionless. She has him in her eyes, and she in his eyes. Only her.

The hand holding the feather fan tightened, a handsome face was tense, and the woman opposite smiled and smiled, like a peach blossom.

She's back, she's really back.

I couldn't help but step forward, he wanted to see the truth, it was true.

Time stood still, he didn't want to wake up and everything wasn't true.

The woman slowly entered the pavilion. The man stepped forward, the feather fan fell to the ground, his hands clenched on the ground, and slowly stretched out. The woman in front of her smiled and said, "Yiyun, I'm back." Finally took her in his arms.

She's back.

In the days of losing his soul, he finally looked forward to her return. He finally got her back.

However, in the face of her, there was nothing to say. He could only say to her, "I'm sorry. ”

I'm sorry. The woman wept. Gently drip off. Can she feel that he cares about her?

Does he love her too? Really?

"I won't let you leave me again. The man said softly, a supplication. A commitment.

The woman tensed in her arms and let out a soft "um".

"Ten miles of red makeup, this time, the bride is still you, and the groom is me. The man suddenly said domineeringly. Fingertips picked up the pretty face of the woman in front of him, and said with a domineering and serious face. The narrow peach blossom eyes are full of unmistakable determination and affection. "I said that I would marry you as long as you live. ”

The woman's eyes were full of tears, looking at the man's handsome face, at this moment, she had experienced thousands of mountains and rivers, she finally came to his side, he fulfilled her heart, her love.

She loved him, with all that she had, the lowly, the steadfast, all. He responds to her, with his characteristic domineering and commitment.

Did he start loving her too?

Gently caressing his face, his face is so beautiful. Once deeply in love, quietly hiding in a corner that he couldn't see, just so that he could occasionally pass by and secretly see his figure, how many nights that couldn't sleep, a desolate figure on the roof, a cold jade flute, blowing a song "Flowing Years" The stars in the sky are his eyes, and she imagined that he was staring at her. His marriage contract with his sister Anluoluo, she hid and cried secretly, the sad and desperate loneliness in front of his mother's grave, and the ghost of Yunjin in front of him. That night of the Spring Festival, where there was no way out, she had him, but she really lost him. His heart must have regarded her as dust. She humbly prayed that he could stay for her for half a moment, and would rather play chess for him.

At this moment, he was really right in front of her. And he said, I will marry thee.

Is he in love with her too?

An Miaomiao trembled slightly. Even if it was a dream, she was willing to sink.

The sword slave suddenly moved, holding the sword and standing firmly behind the two of them, blocking something. Yiyun raised his eyes and looked at it, and the tips of his eyes were raised. An Miaomiao immediately got out of his arms and blushed. Liang Yinuo sat on the long stone strip of the pavilion with a cheap smile, leaned against the pavilion pillar, crossed Erlang's legs, and the peanuts were thrown up by him one by one, and then fell into his mouth inquiringly. Looking at the affectionate scene in front of him, he snorted softly, with a disdain for pain.

Seeing that the two of them finally finished complaining, he raised his eyebrows, a peanut in his mouth, and said with a lazy mockery, "Tsk, the beauty is in her arms, the prince is deeply affectionate, and he was really touched by a little." ”

An Miaomiao's face turned red when she heard this, "If you talk nonsense, I will tear your mouth!" picked up the small pink fist, threatening with insufficient confidence.

This disciple who is serious on the outside and evil in his heart can always easily provoke her anger and make her jump on her feet, but her skills are not as good as others, and she can't beat him if she is old. At this moment, Zhenglang is in love with a concubine, and he just came to disturb the scenery, which really made her want to find a hole to get into.

"Yo yo, I've seen people cross the river and tear down bridges, but I've never seen them so fast. Liang Yinuo flicked a peanut and landed firmly in his mouth, "Anyway, I also helped you two match, you can't be so ungrateful." Do you say, King Rui?"

When Yiyun heard this, his heart was clear, his hands clenched into fists, and his face was full of spring breeze, "This king is grateful for the help of the righteous people." I don't know the name of the righteous man?"

Liang Yinuo smiled cheaply, "My cheap name is Liang Yinuo, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called flower thieves." I can't talk about helping, but if I can meet such a beautiful woman, or am I lucky. With a raised eyebrow, Chong An Miaomiao, who was not afraid of death, smiled charmingly, "Do you say, beauty?" (To be continued.) )