"Ruo Yu, Xuan Zhao is famous for your photographic memory, but do you still remember those moves?"

A very strange idea came to Nan Ranxi's mind, what would be the result if the same move was performed by herself.

"Of course, I'll type it out and show it to you."

Using her soles of strength, An Ruoyu jumped over the railing. Her body was as light as cotton wool, and she landed lightly among the flowers and grass in the garden. With pink coats flying, An Ruoyu imitated Leng Yuhan's appearance in her memory and moved her arms forward.

Then he paddled to both sides of his body, reciting the words Leng Yuhan had recited before.

Let it hit me with great force, and it will move a thousand catties. The first move is to grab the sparrow's tail." [

So, on a calm afternoon, such a shocking scene appeared.

A beautiful and enchanting man, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and herbs in the garden, with long dark hair that was dancing in the wind, elegantly and gracefully danced a set of unknown moves that had never appeared in this era.

Every move, every move, every move, is like a goddess descending to earth, with her lapels fluttering, and her beauty is graceful.

"Haha! It's so beautiful, so beautiful. It's so beautiful that I made an appointment with Tai Chi."

Seeing that An Ruoyu had finished her move, Nan Ranxi sent a few compliments without hesitation, and also gave An Ruoyu a name related to this set of moves.

However, if senior Zhang Sanfeng knew that Nan Ranxi analyzed the meaning of Tai Chi in this way, he would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of the ground into this unknown world.

"Tai Chi? I just came up with a new and original name."

‘It’s so beautiful that I made an appointment with Tai Chi’?

Then if you are a beggar, can't you learn this?

Sure enough, it's better to be beautiful. These days, even martial arts are judged by their appearance.

In this cruel world, competition is too strong.

"Ruoyu, how do you feel when you move?"

Seeing An Ruoyu dancing with such celestial beauty and elegant demeanor, Nan Ranxi's hands were a little ready to move.

"I feel nothing. It feels like dancing, something is missing."

Turning her wrist, An Ruoyu stared in confusion, why couldn't she use any force? It seemed that she lacked some of the fierce aura that belonged to Leng Yuhan.

"I'll try."

"Wait a minute, what do those two sentences that the prince said before taking action?"

An Ruoyu grabbed Nan Ranxi's sleeve and said with a hint of enlightenment: "Let it hit me with great force and move four ounces of a thousand catties. Could it be that these two sentences are like the formula for our internal skills?"

"It takes four ounces to move a thousand pounds? Is it borrowing force? Fighting force?" [

People who prefer martial arts have some advantages in their understanding of martial arts. Nan Ranxi didn't know if she was right. She looked at An Ruoyu uncertainly and said, "Ruoyu, let's use the moves just now.

Let’s try sparring?”

"good."

If you can achieve great success, even if you have no achievements in the future, you will definitely be able to help great achievements.

An Ruoyu nodded towards Nan Ranxi, this move was imperative.

So, on that calm afternoon, another shocking scene appeared.

It's just that the graceful figures of two peerless men are dancing in the wind on the screen.

One is as graceful as a startling dragon, and the other is as graceful as a swimming dragon. They dance with sound, and their jade bodies catch the wind!

Or like an elf in a forest of flowers, with a clear spirit and graceful bones, and fragrant steps, it is so beautiful!

"Sir, are you really not opening the door?"

In the Yanran Pavilion, the waiter responsible for taking personal care of Ran Mofeng asked again.

"Hour, how long have Lian Mo been kneeling at the door?"

In the bedroom, Ran Mofeng was about to pick up a pen and write. After hearing what the waiter said, he felt his heart was agitated, upset and unable to calm down.

"It's been almost a day."

Hou'er felt a little anxious. Although the prince was no longer close to his master, Lian Mo and the others still had some contact in private. This time, Lian Mo knelt down for the whole day. As a companion, he seemed to be watching his own.

Shadow, can you not be anxious?

"Oh! Open the courtyard door and let him in."

The melancholy is constant, the rationale is still confused, and the word "love" always makes people feel entangled in their hearts.

Ran Mofeng shook his head, looked at the word "love" written on the table at some point, and sighed softly.

"Yes, sir."

With the master's permission, Hou'er ran out of the courtyard in three steps and helped Lian Mo, who was kneeling outside the door, into the house.

"See Mr. Wang."

The originally moist lips were cracked and turned into dandruff, so Lian Mo insisted on bowing to Ran Mo Feng.

"Lian Mo, what do you want from me?" [

Putting down the pen in his hand, Ran Mofeng asked calmly, without any emotion.

"Please save the prince. The prince has locked himself in the study for ten days without eating or drinking. If he continues like this, someone will die."

Lian Mo knelt on the ground, her body floating bottomlessly, leaning on Hou'er on both sides.

"Why is Your Majesty like this?"

Ran Mofeng didn't understand that since the wedding day, Shi Hanyan had never looked at him in the eyes. The only intersection between him and Shi Hanyan was that night of indulgence. However, he could let go of that night.

Okay, why can't Shi Hanyan, who has never given him a look, not let go?

"Youngster, I don't even know. After the prince came back from his wife that night, he kept saying things like 'Who am I and what should I do?' and so on. The next day he locked himself in the study and didn't allow anyone to enter.

It’s been ten days now.”

"Is it because?"

Could that be the reason?

Because you want to draw a clear line with her?

Ran Mofeng's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and his slender fingers tightened his sleeves fiercely, making it difficult to calm down.

"That's why the little one came to ask Mr. Wang to save the prince. The little one came to ask Mr. Wang."

Lian Mo's unfinished words were drowned in her mouth because the person in front of him had already run out the door.

"My lord, my lord, it's getting cold at night, so please put on your coat and go."

Hou'er glanced nervously at Lian Mo, who was still kneeling, hurriedly helped him up, and then hurriedly chased him out.

Night rises, sets, the moon rises, and the clouds begin to disperse.

The full moon squeezed away the clouds in the dark sky and quietly climbed up the treetops. The shadows of the trees swayed gently in the wind, and the swaying willow branches passed through the moon's reflection, pulling their own shadows long into the study window.

In the study room, there was only one candle trembling, and the tears of the candle rolled down on the candlestick, keeping in harmony with the hazy tears of the woman under the candlestick, avoiding the coldness of the night.

"Why?"

Why am I always the one abandoned?

Holding her trembling shoulders tightly with her arms, the woman fell into sad self-pity.

It was like this in the past life, and it is like this in this life.

In that world, not only did he betray himself, but he also erased all his memories, making him forget the person he loved most.

And in this world, although I was lucky enough to be reborn, I no longer have the joy of living. I don’t understand myself in this strange world, and I don’t know how to survive in this world.

I finally mustered up the courage to face life seriously again, but I was abandoned again. The person who abandoned me turned out to be the person I had a one-night stand with.

Why?

Why did you come to this world?

Everyone's existence is meaningful, isn't it? What about yourself? What is the meaning of your own existence?

Look at yourself, you can live better than Xiaoqiang. A normal person will definitely die if he doesn’t soak rice in water for seven days. But he has been on a hunger strike for ten days, but he is still alive and strong. He still has the strength to complain, and still has the strength to shed tears, and

The strength is venting.

Why can't you even die?

His eyes unconsciously looked toward the bright place, and even the candles were shedding sad tears.

The candles burned out, and the study was swallowed up by boundless black.

Leng Yuhan got up and wanted to change the candle. For ten days, Leng Yuhan has always had a candle with him. It was the only light left in Leng Yuhan's world.

Maybe it was because he hadn't eaten for ten days, but Leng Yuhan always felt like his body was shaking. It was shaking so hard and violently that he seemed to have tripped over something.

"Ugh!"

His tripped body fell hard to the ground. Leng Yuhan only heard a "bang" sound. The door seemed to have been kicked open, and then there seemed to be a very anxious figure rushing towards him. Then, Leng Yuhan
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