Meng Fuyao has been running to "Chrysanthemum Road" recently.
It's not that she fell in love with anyone, but she always felt that it was a pity for Feng Mo, such a refined and insightful person, he should be with the book as a companion, and share the jade with the purple hair, and it shouldn't be that such a bright pearl has been dusted and reduced to the Xianggu Pavilion.
She was rich, and she readily forced the bustard to agree to the redemption. Who knew that Feng Mo refused to leave. Meng Fuyao was very resentful to be treated as a donkey with good intentions. , so I can't see literati in trouble the most, and I don't want some people to be self-sufficient.
At that time, Feng Mo smiled slightly at her puzzled gaze, brushed the small black wooden table with his light red sleeves, poured her a cup of fragrant chrysanthemum tea, and said in the faint fragrance, "I'm waiting for someone .”
Meng Fuyao raised a questioning look.
"Many years ago, she said she would wait for me here. After that, I drifted away from Wuhu for a long time and didn't return. When I came back, she was no longer there. The original house was demolished, and this restaurant was rebuilt. Many scenes have changed beyond recognition, but there are some things in the yard. It’s still there, and the bunch of milk vetch she planted in the backyard hasn’t been removed, so I’m reluctant to leave here.”
He smiled slightly, which is the unique style of an older but more attractive man. The shallow crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stretched out, forming a wonderful arc.
"And as for this being an elephant house—what does it matter?"
Meng Fuyao remained silent, looking down at the light yellow chrysanthemums slowly blooming in the green tea, as if the tentacles in the depths of her heart were quietly stretching, implicating some untouchable past events, in the place of the previous life, there were also people waiting For yourself, everyone has someone waiting for you and yourself, but everyone is forced to move forward and change their trajectory in an impetuous life. What kind of persistence is needed to persist in waiting in the same place
For this reason, her heart felt a tide of dew, it was a kind of touch caused by finding resonance, and Feng Mo's persistence made her feel that she had met a bosom friend.
A person like Feng Mo is indeed suitable to be a bosom friend. He has nothing to do with romance, does not involve privacy. No matter how stupid a chess move he made, he just smiled and pointed carefully. A game of chess was played from morning to noon. Meng Fuyao held the chessboard and thought hard step by step. Chinese milk vetch.
Meng Fuyao felt that here she finally found the peace of mind that she had never had in her eighteen years of life, those responsibilities and hardships that have always followed and tortured her, and the transparent smile in those slender and bright eyes. Gradually healed up, she was obsessed with this rare peace, liked to see Feng Mo's helpless and tolerant expression towards her bad chess when playing chess, liked to see his gentle and tender gestures when he stroked the falling vetch petals, like holding Picking up a bunch of pearl-like dreams scattered in memory, and when he carefully picked up the petals, his eyes with faint thoughts and shallow memories.
After a short period of time, it was Feng Mo's birthday, Feng Mo naturally didn't tell Meng Fuyao, but Meng Fuyao remembered that he mentioned the past when his parents celebrated his birthday when he was young, and the two continued to drink chrysanthemum tea and talk about poetry that afternoon. Books, at night, when Feng Mo sat down at the table again, what was brought up was not a chessboard, but a table of exquisite dishes.
Meng Fuyao stood at the door of the elegant room, looked at him with his arms crossed, and said, "Happy birthday."
Feng Mo looked at her silently, seeing that Meng Fuyao thought he had rice on his face or meat sauce spilled on his body, after a careful inspection, Meng Fuyao looked at Feng Mo in astonishment, and smiled, "Are you being moved?"
Feng Mo smiled but didn't answer, and beckoned her to come over. Meng Fuyao sat down beside him, blinked and said, "Hey, I'm touched like this? Then I still have a gift, will you hug me when you give it out?" cry?"
"You can take it out and try it." Under the light and shadow of the light red wind lantern, Feng Mo's eyes shone slightly, and the light in his eyes flowed like waves in the water.
Meng Fuyao was mysterious, took out a box, Feng Mo accepted it with a smile, Meng Fuyao urged him impatiently, "Open, open."
The ebony wood box had a faint agarwood, and when the lid was opened, the light was dazzling, and Feng Mo's eyes gradually changed.
It was an extremely exquisite crystal house, with two courtyards, low flower walls, a small well in the patio, three steps in front of the main house, a finger-sized spinning wheel under the eaves, and small vetch plants in the backyard.
This is not the Elephant Girl House, this is the farmyard where she waited for him many years ago, it was mentioned inadvertently in his story, and then remembered by Meng Fuyao deliberately, until on such a day, the outline of the memory turned into this Crystal courtyard.
Those past events that have been frozen in the past time, tempered with blood in the heart every day, can still be transformed into such a beautiful image, so bright that it is unbearable to touch.
Feng Mo stared at the house for a long time, Meng Fuyao waited a little uneasy, he never said the ending of that story, maybe it was a tragedy? She was a little afraid that the gift she carefully gave would end up touching the pain of others.
Feng Mo smiled lightly, and when he smiled, his slender and bright eyes narrowed slightly, with a startling aura, he put the box away carefully, and said, "I really can't bear to part with it..."
"Reluctance for what?" Meng Fuyao asked lazily lying on the table.
"I can't bear such a gift." The slight regret in Feng Mo's tone just now has dissipated, "It's been many years, this is the first time someone approaches me like this, and it's the first time someone gives such a gift."
"It's worthless, don't laugh at me." Meng Fuyao waved his hand and poured wine for Feng Mo, "Come on, let's have a few drinks on a good day."
When the wine glasses collided in mid-air, the sound of fine porcelain colliding was crisp and exquisite, and the night birds in the distance were awakened, cooing softly.
"Every time I drink, I get drunk." Miss Meng quickly became drunk, and asked Feng Mo with her tongue out, "Will she come back?"
"I think it doesn't matter whether you come back or not." Feng Mo sat across from her, his eyes were strange and soft, and there was a touch of charm in the softness. He reached out and stroked Meng Fuyao's shining long hair. Fascinated by the zi yunying flying all over the garden.
After a while he said softly, "Miss Meng."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao grabbed the wine glass and looked over stupidly.
The corners of Feng Mo's thin lips curled up, revealing a gentle and pure smile.
"I want to ask you... do you like me?"
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised her head with drunken eyes, the overlapping shadows in front of her eyes swayed slightly, her scarlet clothes swayed, she seemed to be getting drunk very fast today, and Feng Mo on the opposite side seemed to be very beautiful, her eyes were so soul-stirring, even better than the three eldest grandson Wuji. It adds up to heartbreak.
She was lying on the table, drooling, and before closing her eyelids, she murmured, "I like..."
Feng Mo laughed, and the light scarlet sleeves brushed slowly on the table, like a peach blossom falling from a branch, carrying a dream of colorful and blurred spring, his body trembled slightly as he laughed, and his long black hair fell down, Covered with Meng Fuyao, he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair, hugged Meng Fuyao, and said in a low voice, "Women, women, it's all like this..."
He stopped suddenly.
The spring night is quiet, the night birds are singing slightly, and the stream is gurgling in the distance.
Feng Mo put down Meng Fuyao, turned around slowly, his tone regained his composure in an instant, and said coldly, "He Fang is a master, come out and see."
The voice was still the same, but the tone was completely different. If it was the gentleness and humility that a young lady in the Xianggu Pavilion should have just now, now it is the indifference and majesty that dominates the world and looks down on all living beings.
In the darkness, a lavender figure slowly emerged.
"It really is you." Feng Mo smiled again, and pointed at Meng Fuyao who was so drunk that he didn't know anything about him, "Hey, did you hear that? The woman you like just said that she likes me."
"Senior," Changsun Wuji said calmly, as if he didn't hear his provocation at all, "Aren't you tired of playing tricks for so many years?"
"What are you tired of? Until I meet a woman who can resist me, I will never get tired of it." Feng Mo sneered, "Look, women are like this, flirtatious, promiscuous, and as soon as a man leaves their side, they will have sex. Without exception."
He looked at Meng Fuyao with his cheek resting gracefully, and sighed very sadly. "I thought she would be an exception..."
"Using the seduction of your unrivaled soul-hunting technique, why do you think that these women whose cultivation level is not as good as yours can resist it?" Changsun Wuji smiled, "As you, you can kill as many people as you want, why do you need to find such a girl?" An excuse to embarrass innocent women in this world?"
"This is an old nymphomaniac who has been betrayed by a psychopath and played with all the women in the world!"
From the tree outside the promenade, suddenly a colorful figure leaned down, spoke a strange phrase learned from Meng Fuyao, and said crisply and quickly like a rattle, "Hey, heartless old nymphomaniac, do you want to try it?" 'Bird Gu', one of my Fufeng's three major Gu arts?"
Feng Mo glanced sideways at Ya Lanzhu, and smiled coldly, "Your father came in person, maybe I'll take a look, you?"
He didn't bother to continue, raised his hand and pointed to the dark place, and said, "There are two more, let's come out together, to save the old man the trouble of sending them out one by one."
He looks young and beautiful, with a beautiful appearance like a pearl, but he calls himself an "old man". It sounds ridiculous, but unfortunately no one laughs. Facing such a person who has been famous for thirty years, even the eldest grandson Wuji retreated on guard. Take a step back.
Because it was the "Sacred Hand of Starlight", Fang Yimo.
Jumping off Zhan Beiye from behind the courtyard wall, Zong Yue walked in from the main entrance, and Ya Lanzhu yelled softly on the tree in front, "Go!"
Birds of various colors fluttered all over the sky, and the dark mist rose in the places they passed. They made strange noises like devil's cry from their flying wings and feathers. Red, dragged across the sky like a colored thread, heading straight for Fang Yimo.
Fang Yimo let out a long laugh, flicked his sleeves, and the flower stand on the promenade crashed down, and the vines fell down like a net, immediately covering most of the birds, flapping their wings and struggling desperately, only the leading bird , the edge of the mouth was like a knife, a big hole was torn out with a flick of the head, and it swooped in like a falcon.
And the shots of Changsun Wuji and the other three reached Fang Yimo the moment the bird flew in.
The purple light is like a horse, the black shadow is like a gust of wind, and the white figure appears and disappears at once, like mist floating between the sky and the earth. In the narrow courtyard, a layer of purple, black, black and scarlet is intertwined, whirling and flickering, and the wind rises and falls, like a billowing Rolling ever-changing rainbow.
Fang Yimo's figure is light and graceful, walking among the most powerful masters of the younger generation. His movements don't look fast, but every shot has astonishing precision and strength, and every shot is full of silver lights. , interspersed and interspersed among all kinds of complex colors, dragging out the bright tail feathers like a phoenix, and the dark unlit courtyard is full of brilliance, as if the Milky Way has descended from the sky.
This is the real starlight.
It wasn't Guo Pingrong who needed Xinghui's unique weapon to use that gorgeous and bright starlight, but it was born between the fingers and palms, dragged in the ups and downs, every time he raised his hand, raised his foot, swung his sleeves and turned around, he radiated a myriad of stars. point, flying straight from far away to eternity, like an irresistible force of nature, the starlight he possesses is infinitely broad and ubiquitous, at his own pace, he controls and leads the entire battle situation, in that extreme Fang Yimo himself is already a star that never fades.
Starlight is like a dream.
An intoxicating, gorgeous and unbreakable dream.
The four hundredth move.
The last remaining bird Gu, the leader bird Gu, roared like weeping and rushed towards Fang Yimo's face endlessly, rushing all the way, all the way colorful feather catkins were flying around, and wherever it fell, the grass withered and flowers died, and the broken catkins had nowhere to go Not there, Fang Yimo had to be a little scrupulous, and stepped aside.
This time, the battle situation under his overall control immediately revealed a gap.
The silver light of Zhan Beiye's vajra suddenly turned into golden light, condensing into a golden wall of light, under Xiang Fang Yimo's hood.
Changsun Wuji suddenly had a silver Ruyi in his hand. The head of Ruyi shone with a cold light, and every line was slightly raised. He passed through the only gap between the golden light walls. The cold light flashed, and the head of Ruyi suddenly bounced off. He rose up and shot at Fang Yimo's neck.
Zong Yue swept across the sky and flew up parallel to the ground. A sword suddenly appeared between his elbows. It was an extremely thin and long sword with a strange shape. He didn't attack any part of Fang Yimo, but he suddenly turned sideways, as fast as lightning Crossing in front of Fang Yimo's body, the dark sword between the elbows wiped straight towards Fang Yimo's knees!
At this time, Fang Yimo's legs would be amputated when he raised his legs, his sleeves would be poisoned when he waved them, and he couldn't even use his breath at will, so he could only retreat, temporarily retreat.
Step back.
Those three people and one bird followed immediately without stopping. Fang Yimo could barely step on the wooden boards of the verandah with his toes, and the strong wind had already caught up. offensive.
With a cold smile, Fang Yimo said, "I really want to die—"
He stopped suddenly.
A hand gently pressed the back of his heart.
Someone's laughter was crisp and clear, with a bit of flying that couldn't be changed in his bones.
"Who says all women are like this? Do you think my old lady is as nympho as you?"
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The wind stopped in an instant, and everyone in the yard, except Fang Yimo, smiled slightly.
Pressing Fang Yimo's back heart with one hand, and grabbing the screen with the other, Meng Fuyao smiled the most proudly, "I finally waited for you to retreat into the house, finally waited for you to hit people with objects, otherwise I really dare not approach you casually."
Taking a deep breath, Fang Yimo was also laughing, "Okay, okay."
His bright eyes flicked to the back, and he asked softly as if asking an old friend, "Aren't you poisoned?"
"Not before, nor since." Meng Fuyao smiled, "Not since your chrysanthemum tea."
"You've been on guard from the very beginning," Fang Yimo smiled, "I still underestimated you."
"To be honest, I really can't believe it. The top ten would actually be a little girl. It is true that you act unruly and follow your heart in the legend, but since I am looking for you, why don't you study your story clearly? Meng Fuyao said, "This place is your former residence. Others don't know it, but we can still find out. You told me that this is the place where she waited for you. In fact, it's just the opposite. It was you who eloped here. she."
Fang Yimo's body trembled, and suddenly his voice became cold, and he said, "Say one more word and I'll kill you."
Meng Fuyao fell silent, and said for a while, "Remember, I don't say it's not because I'm afraid you'll kill me, but because I don't want to expose your scars." She spread her hands and said, "The antidote for love."
"You also remember that I promised you not because I was made by you, but because I like that gift." Fang Yimo was silent for a while, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and threw it at Zong Yue's feet, "I'm too lazy to develop Antidote, since no one is worth saving, why should there be an antidote? This prescription, if you have the ability, you can solve it.”
He smiled slyly, "I'd like to know how you can reconcile the Nine Fox Flower and Ten Thousand Snake Grass in this prescription without causing death."
Zong Yue picked up the prescription, his eyes flicked and his brows frowned, and he said, "There is only an unsolvable heart in this world, and there is no unsolvable prescription."
Fang Yimo sneered and didn't answer, but only said to Meng Fuyao, "With my strength, the true energy in my body has automatically formed a protection. At most, you can only seriously injure me, but you can't kill me. Are you sure you want to make me an enemy of life and death? ?”
"Aren't we life and death enemies before?" Meng Fuyao asked him curiously, "Could it be that the poison in your chrysanthemum tea and wine is saccharin? Did you come to Huazhou just to have a heart-to-heart talk with me?"
"I promise you, I can save you once and kill you again." Fang Yimo said indifferently, "You think it through yourself."
"I don't think it counts." Meng Fuyao didn't even think about it, "Anyway, you're going to kill me, anyway, I'm not your match, anyway, I'm doomed, I don't care why you save me once."
"Really?" Fang Yimo smiled, looking at Zhangsun Wuji and the other four, "Don't forget, they have become my enemies tonight, if you can't kill me with one palm, and they can't stop me, in the future There must be a few more people on my revenge list."
"Cutting you half to death can't stop you? You think too highly of yourself." Meng Fuyao hummed, but he was thinking in his heart that it's really hard to estimate the power of a top-notch powerhouse who is dying, hey... take a little risk on your own It doesn't matter, how can you hurt others.
Seeing her expression, Changsun Wuji suddenly said, "Fuyao, do what you should do."
Zhan Beiye said, "I don't believe I can't trample him to death if you chop him up badly. Come on, Fuyao, give it a try."
Meng Fuyao smiled, let go of her hand suddenly, and pushed Fang Yimo out.
"It's just a sad person." She said, "You are a person living in the past. There are a hundred crystal houses, and your heart can no longer be illuminated."
"You didn't poison the dishes or presents, I thank you." Fang Yimo raised his legs up to the eaves, holding the crystal house, his pale crimson clothes fluttering in the wind, like another round of light red Yue, "You have preserved some pure things for me, which makes me feel that there is finally warmth in this world that I can touch."
"I've always been more real than you, so I'm happier than you." Meng Fuyao waved his hand, "Mr. Fang, there is only one woman who offends you, so stop blaming innocent people."
"That's my business," Fang Yimo focused on her deeply, "I have sworn to avenge my disciple's revenge, so I promise you, I will save you once and kill you again, if I can't kill you that time You, my grievances with you are over."
"The grievances are all made up by myself." Meng Fuyao sighed, "It's up to you."
Fang Yimo smiled and said, "As for the next time I meet you, whether to save you or kill you... depends on your luck."
With his sleeves rolled up, he floated up, and the distant figure shot into the sky was really like a shattered star that would never fade away.
Meng Fuyao stared at his back with his chin on his back, and murmured, "There are perverts every year, especially this year."
In the distance, Zhan Beiye stretched exaggeratedly, and said with a smile, "It's a big trick, and I finally caught the bird."
Meng Fuyao looked at Changsun Wuji who was walking across, and smiled softly.
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The antidote was in hand, and the day of the Zhenwu Conference was approaching. Meng Fuyao was about to set off. He talked to Changsun Wuji beforehand, and Changsun Wuji pondered for a long while and said, "I know you must go, but I hope you promise me that as General Yingyi of Wuji Kingdom Participate in the identity of the contest, the end of the contest, cherish yourself."
Meng Fuyao knew that he hoped that his status as a general of the Wuji Kingdom would provide him with an extra layer of protection, so he said with a smile, "Huh? Why don't some people brag? Generals are better than ordinary people. Don't worry, I'm very vain."
Changsun Wuji stroked her hair and said, "Actually, I hope you will be more vain."
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky from a distance and pretended not to hear, what could be more vain than the Crown Princess of the Wuji Kingdom? Talking to grandson Wuji, you have to have ten thousand hearts.
"I've been away for too long, and I have to go back to Zhongzhou for a while," Changsun Wuji stuffed Yuanbao to her, "If I have time, I will go to Pandu to find you, Master Yuanbao entrusts you to take it, and go out to see the world, so as not to be too short-sighted. "
The short-sighted master Yuan Bao squatted in the palm of his eldest grandson Wuji numbly, protesting his fate of being sent back and forth with silence.
Meng Fuyao took the mouse and asked curiously, "Does the mouse have a strong connection with you? Is it like a big brother, with a beep, you know where it is?"
"It's not so miraculous," Changsun Wuji smiled, "I can only know if it is still alive, and in which direction it is, so you must be careful not to let Yuanbao leave you."
"You should take it with you, this is your pet." Meng Fuyao thought for a while, and then pushed Master Yuan Bao back, "Wuji..."
"Um?"
"I still say the same thing, don't be too nice to me." Meng Fuyao said cruelly, "I think my strength is not bad now, after digesting Dafeng's skill, I can go up to another level, the True Martial Arts Conference Afterwards, I may go north and travel all the way to the mainland. I don’t know how long this trip will take. If I don’t know if I will meet some awesome people, I will belch my fart... "
"I still say the same thing," Changsun Wuji stuffed Master Yuan Bao who had just shown joy and encouragement back, embraced her, and gently leaned against her forehead with his own, "This is my business."
Meng Fuyao smiled wryly, the same thing, she also hinted at Zhan Beiye, and the answers she got were similar, but fortunately, no matter what, they were going to be separated for the time being, the distance might dilute the feelings, so she hoped to separate herself from them The distance will be a relief to them and to myself.
Zong Yue had already left Huazhou one step ahead of time, and went to search for medicines all over the world. Fang Yimo's weird prescription made him seem to have met a treasure, and he pounced on it day and night to study it. "Reduce the portion? Add some black lotus leaves? No way..." Meng Fuyao knocked on the bowl, "The food got in my nose..."
The girl who liked Zongyue didn't see him when she came again. The tearful Tuomeng Fuyao handed over a purse with an amulet in it. The girl said that the amulet was a peace talisman from Dade Temple in Qingzhou on the border of Wuji. The consecration is the most effective, but Meng Fuyao asked Meng Fuyao to hand it over to Zong Yue, but Meng Fuyao deliberately refused, seeing her brimming with tears, he had no choice but to accept it.
So on an ordinary dinner day, Meng Fuyao made an appointment with Zhan Beiye to teach him how to play football the next day, and made an appointment with Ya Lanzhu to go shopping in the market the next day, and then on that dark and windy night, the Putting a small burden, stuffing Yuan Bao's mouth with fruit (to prevent it from informing Zhan Beiye), using blindfold tricks to confuse Changsun Wuji's hidden guard, jumping out of the window, and running all the way out of Huazhou. Cheng and a team of guards were waiting for her, and a group of people joined together, sneaking straight to the border of Wuji.
Running fast, they arrived at the border Qingzhou in one day and one night. Passing through Qingzhou, Meng Fuyao passed by Diecui Mountain. Meng Fuyao remembered that Zongyue's suitor said that the Dade Temple was on it. Out of curiosity, he took Tiecheng to climb the mountain.
Halfway through the climb, the sound of swords clashing was suddenly heard, mixed with a woman's exclamation.
Meng Fuyao frowned, business? Nosy meddling has never come to a good end, she thought for a while, stretched out both hands, and murmured, "Guess the boxing game, if I win, I'll go meddle in my own business..."
Before he had time to cheat, Tie Cheng had already rushed over, shouted loudly, and there was already a ping-pong-pong exchange of hands.
Meng Fuyao went over helplessly, and saw a convoy trapped in a corner of the forest on the mountainside, the body of a carriage in the middle had been overturned, and several people dressed as guards were fighting with a group of ragged men, most of them were injured. In front of the overturned carriage, there were still a few trembling maids curled up.
It seems that some big family who went up the mountain to pilgrimage met a robber who cut the trail.
Meng Fuyao's eyes slowly turned around, but landed on the overturned carriage.
The carriage has been destroyed, half of the door is slanted down, and a woman is vaguely seen sitting in the carriage, her posture is elegant, her eyebrows are lowered, her moon-white skirt hangs down on the ground, dragging ripples like flowing water, looking at it from a distance, staring Set like a statue of a god.
In this place of bloodshed and fighting, in the overturned carriage, facing the danger of death, she still remains as calm as a mountain god, what kind of woman is this
At this moment, Meng Fuyao finally became curious, strode forward, and shouted, "Grandma, stop!"
Naturally no one stopped, no one paid attention to this skinny young man, Tie Cheng stopped stupidly, the other party immediately cut him down with a knife, Tie Cheng hurried to block, Meng Fuyao had already cursed loudly.
"Damn me, you dare to beat me?"
Her robe was tied around her waist, and she dashed forward without any tricks. She stretched out her hand and pulled out another sword from Tiecheng's waist, and slashed with the horizontal sword.
The three arms flew out splashed with a large amount of blood, and a layer of turf was peeled off the grass by the way.
An arm smashed into the car body and rolled in front of the meditating woman. Meng Fuyao glanced over and saw that she finally raised her eyes, picked up the severed hand, placed it squarely on the grass in front of her, and closed her eyes. The eyes murmured, and it seemed that they were actually chanting a mantra.
Meng Fuyao became even more curious. This girl has too much personality. If someone wants to rob her, she will chant spells for his arm. Is she a monk
While staring at the woman with scorching eyes, she knocked out one of the attackers. She walked towards the woman and kicked seven or eight of them flying.
There were wounded and screaming robbers rolling all over the ground, the difference in strength was too great, the robbers shouted, and finally dispersed, Meng Fuyao didn't even look at it, squatted down, pretended to knock on the crooked car door, and said with a smile, "Girl, excuse me."
The woman in the car raised her eyes.
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
She looked into a pool of quiet and deep autumn eyes, not pure black, but slightly brown, deep and far away, like seeing a deep coastline on a distant shore, or a starlight rising thousands of miles away from the mountains , It seemed to be calm and still, but when I ran towards it, I found swaying and overturning movements.
These are extremely special eyes, so special that Meng Fuyao felt vaguely familiar, as if some images came rushing in an instant, and stuck in the memory pattern with a bang, perfectly fitting and perfect.
Those eyes... But whose eyes
Meng Fuyao suddenly started to have a headache, as if someone had hacked her with an axe, and some flesh had been peeled off. She stared at the woman in a daze, and stretched out her hand to hold the car door.
The woman bowed slightly to her.
"Thank you, my lord, for saving my life."
Her eyebrows are curved like a moon, elegant and graceful, and her moon-white skirt falls to the ground, with hidden patterns and hidden patterns of Buddha lotus embroidered on the skirt. Her temperament is dusty when the breeze blows, and her eyes are peaceful and serene, without any vulgarity of the world.
Her temperament is somewhat similar to Zong Yue's, and generally gives people the feeling of cleanliness, but the feeling is actually very different. Zongyue's cleanliness has a distant coldness and sharpness, while her cleanliness is gentle and appropriate, simple and impressive. close to people.
Meng Fuyao looked at the blood and ashes all over her body, and suddenly felt that she was a bit filthy in front of such a person. She took a step back, tried to adjust her smile to an elegant angle, and replied, "You are welcome, please do as you please." .”
After finishing speaking, she walked away, not wanting to make trouble for herself, anyway, this group of people seemed to be of high status, so they could rush to Dade Temple to seek help, and she didn't need to troublesome.
Someone behind him suddenly asked to stay, it was a little girl's voice, "My lord... are you helping people to the end?"
The woman immediately stopped her in a low voice, "Ming Ruo, don't talk nonsense."
Why do I help people to the end? I'm your aunt? Meng Fuyao turned around and said to the little maid with a pleasant smile, "Girl, my mother called me home for dinner, excuse me."
"The robbers will come again! We will give you gold and silver, please protect us!" The little maid suddenly rushed up and grabbed Meng Fuyao's sleeve, "How much do you want, how much do you have!"
It’s really a group of people who have become a habit of relying on others, thinking that money can buy loyal children. Meng Fu shook his head, smiled and took out a stack of silver bills from his bosom, and stuffed them into the hand of the maid, “I also have gold and silver, how much do you want? How many, please let go of my sleeve."
"Mingruo, step back." The woman opened her mouth, her voice was devoid of smoke.
Meng Fuyao smiled and strode away. Behind him, the unwilling little maid had red eyes, stomped her feet, and rushed up again.
"You are from the Wuji Kingdom, you must send us to Zhongzhou, this is Princess Folian of the Xuanji Kingdom, the fiancée of your prince!"