When it turns warm and cold, it is the loneliest time in this world.
This year's spring came very late. At this time in previous years, various flowers have begun to poke out their buds that have been carefully hidden all winter. However, perhaps it is the harsh winter that lingers on this land and is reluctant to leave.
.The dry branches are still covered with scattered white frost, and the first batch of early plum blossoms, seeing that this place is no longer the glazed world in the middle of winter, is too lazy to compete with the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, etc. in early spring. After all,
How many plum blossoms have fallen from the tree may only be known to the loneliest person in this world.
Except for a touch of bright color, the sky and the earth are all gray.
And the source of that bright color is a figure in the courtyard.
Wang Yuyan was dressed in light pink clothes, with graceful lotus steps. She had been dancing with a sword in this yard with withered flowers for a long time. In the past, she only read the secret books and did not practice martial arts in person. After returning from Wuyazi in the Deaf Mute Valley, she practiced martial arts every day.
It became a habit.
As she waved her bare hands, three-foot-long green blades flowed around her body like butterflies piercing flowers. The dead leaves around her were stirred up and down by her pure energy, as if they had been given life. Those slender plain hands, no matter who looked at them
Everyone will suspect that it is the product of the Creator's special preference. As for the owner of those hands, he has gathered all the aura of the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and the world.
At this time, Wang Yuyan had reached the end of her sword skills. With a draw back, the sword was sheathed. In an instant, the surrounding cold air was withdrawn, and a shallow layer of thin ice on the lake was blown away by the draw back sword energy.
Excited, quietly shattered.
Wang Yuyan sheathed her sword in her hand. At this moment, her temperament changed. The girl who used to be as bright and gorgeous as a camellia disappeared, replaced by a cold and aloof snow lotus in the ice of Tianshan Mountain.
However, the next moment, this faint chill was shattered by a call like the thin ice that had just been shattered by the sword energy.
"Yu Yan!"
"cousin!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Yuyan threw aside the weapon that countless martial arts people regarded as a magic weapon, and ran towards the owner of the voice cheering.
No matter how many times she heard it, this voice could evoke the deepest attachment and admiration in her heart, just because the owner of this voice was that handsome and tall figure.
Some people say that "If life were just like the first time we met" expresses one person's deepest disappointment towards another person. In fact, conversely, this is also an independent individual's deepest expectation for irreversible beauty.
For Wang Yuyan, she will never experience this feeling in this life.
Murong Fu looked at the cute little girl who was cheering for joy, and his heart felt warm. In the beautiful eyes of the little beauty who came towards him, there was no room for any other emotion except "like".
.
so cute!
Such a cute girl, how can you not tease her?
So Murong Fu withdrew his open hands to the little beauty, put his hands behind his back, deliberately made a stern face, and admonished: "For those who practice martial arts, weapons are life. How can you use the sword in your hand?"
Throw it away so casually?"
Wang Yuyan was stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at Murong Fu with her beautiful big eyes. After noticing the restrained curve at the corner of her sweetheart's mouth, the ice-snow and smart Wang Yuyan understood what the other person was thinking.
Wang Yuyan lowered her eyebrows slightly: "Then, I won't dare to do it next time!"
"What should we do this time?"
Murong Fu suppressed his laughter and spoke narrowly.
The corners of Wang Yuyan's lips curved up in a playful way: "Then cousin, what do you think we should do?"
"What do you want me to say?"
Murong Fu had a smirk on his face and lowered his head to get closer to Wang Yuyan's pretty face. When Wang Yuyan saw her cousin approaching, she guessed what would happen next. Although it was not the first time, she was still worried and looking forward to it, so she simply closed her beautiful eyes.
, the two eyelashes trembled like butterflies, and the cherry lips were lifted up, looking like a coquettish look that was ready for you to pick.
If you can still endure this kind of moment, you might as well practice the sword technique to ward off evil.
After a long time, the lips parted.
"Cousin, I'm so happy. I feel like every day is different from before."
Wang Yuyan nestled in Murong Fu's arms and spoke softly.
"Oh, why?"
Murong Fu smiled.
"In the past, my cousin might not come to the Mantuo Villa once a year. But now, my cousin will come to the Villa to see Yu Yan whenever he has time. Last time, he even took Yu Yan on a long trip. Well, Yu Yan feels that she has been here this year.
It’s like a dream.”
Wang Yuyan leaned on Murong Fu's chest and whispered.
"Then, how does it feel in a dream?"
Murong Fu leaned close to Wang Yuyan's delicate ears, and his hot breath made Wang Yuyan's heart itch.
"If it's possible, I hope I won't wake up from this dream for the rest of my life!"
Wang Yuyan raised her head boldly and met Murong Fu's gaze.
Just when the two of them were in deep love, a sweet cry brought them back to reality.
"Master, it's not good!"
Murong Fu looked up and saw Abi running all the way with small steps, running out of breath.
"Abi, what happened? Speak slowly."
Although the good thing was interrupted, Murong Fu asked in a gentle tone when he saw that the visitor was Abi.
"Master, something serious has happened. Mr. Duan was tied up by his wife and sent to the Huafei Fang!"
"What!"
Murong Fu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: Did Prince Duan ever make a mistake? The real-life master is among the people, but the mistake is in the underworld? My aunt is not surnamed Sun, so why is she so persistent in this career? Even in the past,
Are you willing to kill off all your old lovers?
This is no joke. If something happens to the cheap father-in-law here, Murong Fu will really become a public enemy.
Although I have great confidence in my old father-in-law's skills, things have developed to this point and have deviated from the direction I expected.
Not caring about being gentle with Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu asked: "Yuyan, where is the flower fat house? Take me there!"
Wang Yuyan had never seen her cousin in such a panic. Knowing that the situation was serious, she hurriedly said: "Follow me!"
Afraid that he would be late and that Prince Duan would become Prince Duan, Murong Fu held Wang Yuyan and Abi by their waists with one hand and hurried towards the so-called Flower and Fat House.
Along the way, I kept praying: "Don't let anything happen!"
At this time, in a secret room in the backyard of Mantuo Villa.
Duan Zhengchun was tied up on a chopping board. Next to him, stood Mrs. Wang with a frosty face, and Granny Rui, who was busy.
Mrs. Wang said coldly: "Mr. Duan, let me ask you one last time. Are you really rather dead than killing that foxy Ruan Xingzhu?"
Duan Zhengchun sighed, and a drop of hot tears fell from the corner of his eyes: "Aluo, I don't regret being able to die in your hands today. Duan Zhengchun has committed many sins in his life, and he deserves to die in the hands of a beauty like you. Just do it.
, I just have a request, I hope you can agree to it."
"Why, you are about to die. Are you still thinking of interceding for your vixen?"
Mrs. Wang sneered, her hands hidden in her sleeves trembling uncontrollably.