Fusang + Fanwai

Nan Qi frowned, and jokingly said, "What are you talking about? Where can she go?"

Yin Hua didn't say any more, and left after clicking on it. Nan Qi threw the peony flower in his hand into the wick, and the flame engulfed the stamen, and only when it was burning brightly, did a wisp of it disperse. Fragrance comes.

The sky was already dark, and the moon slowly climbed up, like a pool of blue light hanging in the pool, burning a bunch of joss sticks in the dark night.Fusang walked slowly behind her, and the distance between the two of them was one foot.

"Who are you?" Yin Hua waited for her, but only this sentence came out, and he didn't know whether he should be happy for her or something else.

Fusang drew the long sword, and made a gesture to lift her veil, and pierced through the rope around her waist, the long sword was as powerful as a rainbow, as swift as the wind, Yin Hua withdrew her body, the two of them were fighting each other After waiting for half an hour, Yin Hua flicked away the blade of the sword, and said indifferently, "You will know in the future."

Fusang was trying to test Yin Hua, just now she was able to kill her with one blow, but she just dealt with her for a long time, she didn't understand why this man was more and more, she just felt that he was hiding something.

Seeing her frowning, Yin Hua's eyes flashed with fear.

"Then why did you ask me to kill someone for you? To kill Palace Master Nanqi?" Yin Hua didn't know whether to praise her for being smart or stupid.

Seeing that she was silent, Fusang had no choice but to change the subject, "There was someone in your room that night."

Yin Hua said lightly, "Are you following me?"

Fusang shook his head, in a trance, "No, I'm just passing by."

"Did you see anyone?"

Seeing her walking slowly, Fusang suddenly felt terrible, even his body was shaking, so he kept shouting, "No, I didn't see anything."

Yin Hua laughed lightly at this moment and said, "It's okay to be so obedient, but is there a ghost in your heart?"

Fusang shook his head and said, "I can help you kill people, can you let Fuan go?" Fusang begged her so lowly, but she didn't respond at all, as if she liked watching her dying, Fusang suddenly I understand, maybe it's just a joke with her between the important and the unimportant.

"I don't want you to kill people, and I don't want to hurt Fu An."

Fusang didn't believe her at all, and stared at her, "No, you don't look like this kind of person."

Yin Hua often feels that she is ridiculous, maybe Fusang is right, she is not this kind of person at all, then she doesn't even know what kind of person she belongs to.

Fuan seemed to get used to it quickly these few days, she would run over to tell Fusang what new things happened, Fusang occasionally listened to it for a while, and couldn't concentrate, feeling that there was no part of herself in the half of the story, After thinking about it for a while, my thoughts drifted a little.Fuan sometimes thinks that Fusang is immersed in the sadness of the past, unable to extricate herself from it, but it is not always true. Fusang often thinks of blankness, which is terribly white, but she can sit quietly like this all night, watching day and night, floating An's smile was very bright, warm like the sun on her cheeks, and cool like a breeze blowing on her face. She often yearned for such a smile, and then gradually faded away.

"Have you ever thought about the future?" When Fu Sang asked her this way, Fu An just showed her head and asked with a puzzled expression, "My lord, why do you think about the future?"

Fusang thought she was right in answering, but felt stupid again, "Don't you want to? Didn't you even think about it before?" Fusang was probably a little aggressive, but Fu An was thinking seriously, frowning tightly Well, "Isn't it okay now? Although that guy is uneasy and kind, but don't worry, my lord, we will definitely find a way." She is more active than Fusang, and Fusang smiled slightly in her heart. Maybe, I can be better than now, she said That's right.

The sun is shining brightly, the black and gloomy mulberry branches roll with the fatigue of the early summer, and the flower clusters everywhere roll together like a pile of wool balls, red, yellow, blue, uneven, and colorful.Fusang was standing in the sea of ​​flowers, when he heard a commotion, he saw a servant girl cutting the branches with one hand lowered, and said with a smile on her face, "The young priest is full of vigor and spirit, a beautiful jade among people." One servant girl frowned and said, "But I see that lord hides her face all day long, how do you see her character?" Another servant girl answered, "You're only just a few years old. It's been thousands of years, so I don't know about those deep palace secrets." "Then sister, tell me quickly."

Just then, he started talking, "It's not that fire from heaven." "Could it be that you're crazy, this kind of thing can spread indiscriminately?" With a scolding, the manager began to reprimand one by one, and after a while, everyone fell silent. For a moment the garden was quiet again.

Fusang went around just like that, but saw a person fishing on the lake, the water was so humid that it overflowed directly to the shore, far away it seemed to be a touch of white rising from an ink painting, and that little bit of blackness was like Grabbing the pole so leisurely.Fusang slowly approached this end, disturbing the quietness.

"They say you are ugly, so you dare not show it to others?" Fusang felt that she was going to be a little annoyed, but she just smiled lightly, "You are very ugly and shameful."

Fusang has such a bad taste, but he likes to follow along, "no wonder"

Maybe she has gotten used to Fusang's words a lot, and she didn't react too much, as if she was a little helpless, "How did I find out that you like talking poorly recently?"