Her appearance should be that of her mother.

But how did her mother die, she didn't know.

She went to ask her father, and when her father heard her question, not only did he not comfort her softly, but pushed her away even more disgusted, saying the same vicious words as her stepmother, telling her never to appear in front of him.

Yun Jin heard her grievances. actually laughed lowly, An Miaomiao looked at her with an inexplicable expression.

Yun Jin smiled and said, your mother is not dead. But she's not doing well. It's a pity I can't get into her place. You have to make yourself stronger, and one day you can be reunited with your mother.

is such a small wish that has supported her to this day.

Get stronger, get stronger.

Yun Jin said that approaching Yiyun is a shortcut. But don't fall in love with him, or you'll never recover.

Will it never be recovered?

An Miaomiao smiled bitterly. It's not so much that he approached Yiyun for his mother, but that he carried his mother out as an excuse to get close to Yiyun.

An eighteen-year-old girl with a budding spring heart. The man in front of her was so handsome that she accidentally fell down. But mother, after all, she has never seen it. Anyone who knows her mother, no one doesn't scold her for being a vixen, and she is innocent of death.

She sometimes thinks about what to do when she meets her mother, and if the truth is really in front of her, whether she has the courage to accept it.

Take out the flute that Yiyun gave her. The snow-white flute body, with two hairpins at the tail: Yiyun.

This man is her love.

Bringing the flute to his lips, a beating note streaked across the night sky, trembling with bitterness. The nameless wildflowers all over the mountains gently sway along the night breeze, bringing a hint of cool floral fragrance.

Whose song crosses the lonely night,

Whose figure falls into the eyes of the night,

Whose eyes look forward to peerless elegance,

Lonely in this life, dancing in the red dust.

The lotus is still the dust.

Broken heart, or Tu Tu,

Whoever turns, sings and dances,

Whoever looks back, the yellow spring is blue, and this life has lasted for many years.

The song "Flowing Years", involved in the red dust is more or less right and wrong. Thousands of turns, whose care is alive and whose flowers are gone.

There was a snapping sound behind him. An Miaomiao looked back and looked at the years.

Dressed in white, he has a long body. The cold moon is clear, and it is proudly left behind.

Yiyun.

An Miaomiao smiled slightly, "What's wrong with you." I thought you were resting. ”

Yiyun's eyes were unfathomable, but a warm smile overflowed from his mouth, and he reached out and pinched her cheek, his face full of pampering, "Such a beautiful scenery, such a good song, such a beautiful woman." Wouldn't it be a pity to sleep? ”

An Miaomiao smiled sweetly on her lips and pulled Yiyun to sit down. Tilting his head to look at him, "Have you heard the tune I just played?"

Yiyun's eyes had an unfathomable halo in them, "I've heard this song before." ”

An Miaomiao tilted her head sideways. Listen to him.

He gently rubbed her hair, with a faint scent of gardenia. She leaned her head on his shoulder. Listen to his heartbeat. It should be reassuring, why is it suddenly nervous?

He smiled lightly, "Once, I got lost in the Silicon Valley Forest. Accidentally rolled down a hill. Rescued by a woman. She placed me in a cave with a blue sky and white clouds across a hillside. The woman laughed and said that she had named the cave, Yamama. ”

An Miaomiao trembled slightly.

Yiyun continued, "The days in the mountains are really wonderful. The scenery is beautiful, and the beautiful people are around. Especially. The woman also played a good flute. ”

An Miaomiao lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "That woman is called An Luoluo." ”

Yiyun straightened her body and forced her to face him, looking at each other, he was serious and solemn, "That woman plays a good flute, exactly the same as the one you played." I remember she said at the time that she was the only one in the world who could play this song. ”

An Miaomiao's eyes widened in surprise.

Yiyun gently hooked her small nose, with a smile on her face, "The woman also said that she has a sister named An Miaomiao, who is a straw bale who causes trouble all day long, and it is estimated that she will not be able to marry in this life, so please solve this trouble." ”

An Miaomiao's face turned red instantly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Yiyun's voice was filled with a soft smile. "To be able to sell his sister like this, I guess An Luoluo can't do it. You're the one who saved me, right?"

An Miaomiao's low voice was almost inaudible, "It's not me......"

"I remember asking the woman if there were any words for this piece. The woman smiled and said that she would write the words on a piece of paper and hide them, and then take them out and read them when she came to this mountain again in the future. Yiyun bit her ear, with a hint of bewilderment, "I went back and saw the note." ”

The note said, "I'm An Miaomiao."

It's a shame to be thrown to grandma's house. An Miaomiao can't wait to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it at this moment.

If there is no hole in the ground, then this human wall around you is good. Anyway, I covered my eyes and pretended not to see.

Yiyun smiled and hugged her tighter. "Actually, I always knew it was yours. Wonderful. I've loved you ever since. ”

"Then why do you want to marry An Luoluo. You know it's me, but you throw me aside and ignore me. Ignore me, and throw me to Liang to make peace, do you know, that will kill people......"

"How so? My plan is always foolproof, you didn't listen to my arrangement, and you wanted to go in yourself. When Yiyun said this, he suddenly became angry. "You didn't even tell me why you insisted on going in. ”

An Miaomiao suddenly became angry, "Is it different for me to go in and Zimo to go in? It's all human life! Besides, she drank poison, but I didn't." ”

"She's in on a mission I've arranged, and she has to do it. Besides, before the mission, I gave her a tip and told her how to escape. She didn't tell you?"

"Nope. I've never seen anything around her. An Miaomiao's eyes were red, tears were in her eyes, and her eyes were wide open, so she didn't let it fall, "It turns out that you always thought she wasn't dead, so you never asked me?"

There was a hint of distress in her eyes, she gently kissed the tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "I gave her a hundred flower pills, although I can't completely dissolve her poison, I won't kill her." I thought she was like you, she was supposed to be together. Why is it just you? Miaomiao, I have a lot of questions, and I'm waiting for you to tell me. ”

He whispered in her ear. Soft moonlight, soft stars. A meadow enveloped in the night, two men and women with sad hearts.

The task that Yiyun gave to Zimo was not to enter the imperial tomb and blow up the imperial tomb, nor to find the funeral treasures of the emperors of previous dynasties. The real intention is the fishman tear in the mouth of the first emperor.

Yiyun watched Zimo swallow the poison, but he was not impatient, because he knew that there was a fishman tear in the imperial tomb, which could relieve the poison on Zimo's body.

In his plan, Zimo would not die, and she suddenly entered the Imperial Tomb to his surprise, fortunately, she did not take poison, as long as he opened the Imperial Tomb again, both of them would be fine. (To be continued.) )