"The days are long, and the bees and butterflies are crazy. One day, the east wind is evil, and the road is full of peach blossoms and spring water. At this time, the meaning is long, and the grass is next to the pond. Qianzhong still wants to get drunk in spring, fortunately there are Tu and Begonia. The words of Qingyin seem to be stained with a sad shadow, and the words are like a thread, but they make people feel pain for no reason.

Ling Su walked alone on the street, chanting poetry to herself, with an indescribable loneliness in her expression. She vaguely remembered that just now, the wheezing sound in the darkness seemed to her like a hundred ghosts crying, extremely harsh, but the sister she respected the most had done such a thing......

What should she do? Hate, who should she hate? Does she hate Qingluo, who has suddenly become strange and evil, or is Qingluo the owner who has long been like this? She doesn't know, and she doesn't even know if she is qualified to hate, but she knows that the scar in her heart has become an indelible imprint that cannot be touched.

Thinking of this, Ling Suwu thought it was funny. How many times have you said to let go, to be sober. But every time I repeat the mistakes of the past, I am afraid and hesitate again and again, and I have come to this point. She seems to have caused this ending by herself, and now she is tired, and the only thing she wants is to sleep in the man's arms, but I don't know if this wish can be realized.

The originally ordinary streets stretched endlessly, Ling Su never felt that the way home was so difficult, so endless, she was the only one left in the wide streets, and the crescent moon hanging in the sky at night. In Ling Su's opinion, the current moon is not beautiful, not perfect, but just emits a cold glow, which confirms the name of the lonely moon.

Finally, Ling Su's eyes showed a hint of joy, because through the moonlight, she finally saw the high wall of the Ye Mansion, and only this was where she belonged in her heart. But when she wanted to jump up and enter the Ye Mansion, she retracted her lotus feet, looked at the plaque on the majestic main gate hesitantly, and hesitated. She asked herself, is she still qualified to enter this Ye Mansion now that she is so unclean, and is she still qualified to follow Ye Feng?

A hint of coolness came from his cheeks, it turned out that his tears had dripped from the corners of his eyes at some point, Ling Su had no time to take care of it, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, and Wu Zi was curled up on the ground in front of the door of this Ye Mansion, enduring the invasion of the cold wind. No matter how strong Rao is Ling Su's skills, in an unguarded situation, he was blown by the cold wind of this night, and he couldn't help but feel that the coolness was all over his body, and he shivered. Maybe it's not that her body is cold, but that her heart is cold.

Since she didn't dare to enter this Ye Mansion, she didn't want to be too far away from Ye Feng, just a corner, even if it was a little closer, she would feel a little warm. The night was deep, and the sky would soon be white, and this was the time when people were most tired, Ling Su finally couldn't support it, so he crouched in the corner, and closed his eyes in a daze......

The dark sky gradually faded, and a faint wisp of gray appeared, followed by a red glow, spreading out layer by layer, as enchanting as blood. The clutch fog had not yet dissipated, and the vision was still blurry.

"Su'er, Su'er......"

Ling Su seemed to hear a hint of calling, just like a clear spring between the mountain streams, warming his heart, he slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him with reproach and anxiety, stunned.

Seeing her wake up, the man breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, frowned slightly, and said with a slight reproach: "You, why don't you go in after completing the task at night?" You actually fell asleep here, look, you have already been infected with the wind cold, I really don't let me worry, and you are a master!" The man squinted his eyes slightly, and his thick eyelashes were lowered, which was a rare comfort and tranquility.

Ling Su found that he hadn't observed this man like this for a long time, and compared to that time, this man was more mature and more handsome. Seeing that she was stunned, the man said softly, "What's the matter, Su'er, what happened?"

Ling Su shook his head, clenched the big hand that was caressing his forehead, but he didn't want to let go, and said in a low voice: "Feng Lang, you say, if you find out that I have done something sorry for you, and I have lied to you, what will you do?" Ling Su looked at Ye Feng, who was thinking with low eyebrows, for fear that this man would really say a decisive word.

Ye Feng thought for a moment, then raised his head, glanced at Ling Su suspiciously, and said softly: "If you really deceive me, then it depends on your starting point." If Mingyue and the others are not injured, then I will forgive you. If it's to kill me, then I must have done something bad. Ling Su shook his head lightly, smiled secretly, and leaned on the man's chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. A moment, a moment, is the familiarity in memory.

Ye Feng didn't understand what was wrong with the woman today, he felt the cool air around him, and urged: "Let's go in quickly, you are already infected with the wind cold, I will ask Rou'er to prepare ginger soup in a while, and you can rest early!"

"Hmm!" Ling Su raised his head slightly, and looked at the man's handsome face up close, but he was surprised to find the bloodshot between the man's eyes, his heart moved, and he said in a trembling voice, "Feng Lang...... Didn't you wait for me all night?"

Ye Feng smiled, squatted down, and said softly: "You go to help me carry out the task, if you don't come back, I won't be able to sleep." Come, I'll carry you ......" Ling Su was stunned, suddenly felt a dry throat, and had an urge to cry, he lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, slowly climbed onto the man's back, and let him carry himself into the Ye Mansion.

Ling Su suddenly had an urge to tell this man everything, but when she thought of the words she had promised Qingluo and the embarrassing behavior in the bed, she was still speechless and suppressed her impulse.

Ye Feng tilted his head and asked softly, "What did you gain from yesterday's mission, you weren't injured, right?"

Ling Su shook his head and said lightly: "It's going well, except for the leader, everyone can't go back to Shaolin." And the leader is the abbot of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, a very high skill, I am with light skills and swordsmanship to frighten him, if it is really life and death, I'm afraid I may not be his opponent......"

"Shaolin Damo Academy?" Ye Feng was shocked in his heart, and then sneered, "It seems that the person behind the scenes really looks up to me, this time I am the abbot of Shaolin Damo Academy, I don't know if Lu Dao will be the abbot of Shaolin next time." Hehe......"

When Ling Su found that when Ye Feng said this, he did not affirm that the person behind the curtain was a saint as he did yesterday, but directly said that the person behind the curtain seemed to have noticed it. This made Ling Su, who originally wanted to remind Ye Feng, breathe a sigh of relief, but she thought about it for a while, and then laughed at herself, Ye Feng was already outwitted, plus Wan'er and Mingyue, the two female middle school Zhuge , I'm afraid that no one really can beat the three of them in terms of resourcefulness, but she is a little worried.

The two of them walked slowly, and on the high wall on the other side stood a shadow, that person was dressed in white and snow, his sleeves fluttered, and his body was bewitching, looming in the early morning mist, who else would it be if it wasn't Mingyue? Mingyue frowned, stared at Ling Su's back, and muttered to herself: "I hope it's my illusion, if it's true, I won't think of sisterhood!"

Due to Ling Su's actions at night, Ye Feng and the girls did not sleep and sat in the hall all night, but they were all strong in martial arts, although they were so, they were still in good spirits. Wan'er and Rou'er were shocked when they saw Ye Feng coming in with Ling Su on their backs, and they also said that Ling Su was seriously injured at night, so they were busy taking a few steps ahead and asked, "Childe, is Sister Ling Su injured?"

Seeing that the two sisters were so nervous, Ling Su was moved in his heart, shook his head busily, and said softly: "Two sisters, my sister is fine, but I was tired when I returned yesterday, and I fell asleep at the gate of Yefu, and this morning, when Feng Lang came to call me, I was already infected with the wind cold." ”

Ye Feng smiled, lay Ling Su on his side on the bed in the inner room, and told Rou'er: "Rou'er, go prepare some ginger soup." ”

Rou'er has taken care of Ye Feng for eight years, and she has long been familiar with these things, she smiled back, and said, "I know the way, son!"

Wan'er saw that Ling Su was a little tired between her eyebrows, so she stared at Ye Feng and said, "Brother Feng, I also went to Ye Meng, I'm afraid that the news of the Nine Folds will come today, and the secrets of the Holy Gate should be known by then." You are also tired, accompany Sister Ling Su here, I see Sister Ling Su like this, I think yesterday's task has been completed. ”

Ye Feng shook his head, and when he saw no trace of Mingyue, he was suspicious: "Wan'er, where did Mingyue go?"

Wan'er shook her head to herself, and said suspiciously: "I don't know, it seems that after returning from the Ye family's old mansion yesterday, Sister Mingyue was in a state of despair, I don't know what happened?"

Ye Feng lowered his eyebrows and groaned slightly, then smiled, and said softly: "I'm afraid Mingyue has thought of something, it's not yet decided, maybe it will give us a surprise!" After a while, Rou'er came over with a hot ginger soup, and Wan'er had already left.

Rou'er handed the ginger soup to Ye Feng, looked at Ling Su enviously and said, "I envy Sister Ling Su, I have a son to serve when I am sick." I want to catch the wind chill too. Hey...... With Sister Ling Su's skills, how could she be infected with the wind cold?"

"How can anyone hope to be infected with the wind cold!" Ye Feng raised his hand and patted Rou'er's forehead gently, but Rou'er's words still made Ye Feng a little confused.

Ye Feng woke up the misty Ling Su, picked up the ginger soup, blew it carefully, and fed Ling Su, but his eyes were carefully observing Ling Su's face. Although most of Ye Feng's skills have disappeared, this skill of observing words and colors is innate, and he found that Ling Su today is indeed different, not as cold as usual, and some are just pitiful weakness, isn't something really happened to her?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng asked quietly, "Ling Su, nothing happened in yesterday's mission, right?"

"What?" Ling Su was shocked in his heart, and said calmly, "Didn't Fenglang tell you what he was talking about?"

"Well......" Ye Feng felt a little, and wanted to say more, "But ......" words were interrupted by Wan'er who rushed into the door: "Brother Feng......"

Ye Feng was frustrated for a while, and said helplessly: "Wan'er, didn't you go to Ye Meng, why did you come back in less than half an hour?"

"Brother Feng, the news is here!" Wan'er said excitedly.