Another person who was hurt by love, Hui Lan quietly looked at the flawless woman in front of her, and sighed wistfully. Looking at Muxue with a sincere face, the words she was about to say finally failed.

I couldn't bear to say it,

She is just a poor person. What right does he have to interfere with her happiness? That childhood sweetheart that she cannot go back to is the only support for her to stay here. Why should he cruelly break her?

dream.

"Sister Lan'er, if there's nothing wrong with you, I'll go first. The old lady's medicine is still boiling, so I have to go check it out!" Mu Xue took a breath, shook her hair, and looked at Hui with a forced smile.

Lan glanced at her and walked sideways past her. Looking at the slender and lonely figure, the watery eyes that seemed to be still talking, she suddenly remembered Ouyang Xiu's words, "There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind, rain, and moon."

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In the back garden of the north house, Zhu Honglie held a piece of brocade handkerchief tightly in his hand and left in a hurry from the back door. "Father-in-law?" Hui Lan frowned slightly and thought deeply, "Where is he going?

, look at his appearance,

It doesn't look like he's going to the cloth field! What is he doing with a piece of brocade handkerchief in his hand?" I felt a little suspicious, and I didn't even bother to go back to the room to change into warm clothes because of the cold weather. I immediately followed Zhu Honglie from the back garden.

Gumen left the Zhu family.

In the foggy forest at dawn, there was a burst of chirping of snowbirds from time to time, exaggerating the deep chill. Qinghan held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and looked around, searching for the longing figure, but except for a vast white mist,

I can't see anything clearly. My black clothes are covered with fog.

He was wet with anger, and the bangs in front of his forehead hung wetly forward. His expression was a bit lonely and desolate, but there was a bit of sadness in his brown pupils. It had only been one night, and the free and bold man in the past seemed to have aged a lot.

Young Master, Xiao Qiao's disappearance was like a sharp sword stabbing into his heart.

With a "swish" sound, a silver blade flew past him quickly. Qing Han's expression was stern, his body turned slightly, and he pushed the scabbard with his backhand. The silver blade had been intercepted, and a plain handkerchief fell down.

, with the word Xiao Qiao embroidered on it, hand

The edge of the handkerchief was stained with a few drops of bright red blood, "If you want to see a beautiful woman, go to Xingyu Forest, Bei Mo Pavilion!" Qinghan clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and suddenly felt a chill rushing into his heart, shouting to Xiao
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