Yang Buhui and Yin Liting

In the Yaowang Valley in autumn, the cold wind was blowing, and the temperature was as low as winter. Buhui shrank back early in the morning and came to the door of the white-clothed room with sleepy eyes. She knocked on the door a few times and heard that there was no movement in the room. Pushing open the door and entering, a faint fragrance came to the nostrils, and said without regret: "It smells so good!"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes for a casual look, reached out to touch the warm quilt, and said, "The quilt is cold, did sister Baiyi not come back last night?"

I don't regret to find that Baiyi often goes out recently, and once I go out, I won't come back until nightfall, and sometimes I don't return all night.I wanted to ask her, but every time Bai Yi used the excuse that she was tired, so she couldn't ask why, so even if they met, they could hardly say three words.

Buhui stepped out of the room with many questions. When she came to the hall and saw that the door was still closed, she was even more sure. She stretched out her hand and opened the door. A cold wind hit her face, making her shiver, and her whole body was much more awake. She left Going out and coming to the front yard, I found that there were no more herbs in the yard, so I thought to myself: "Sister Baiyi is not going to collect herbs, so where is she going?"

Standing there, she stared blankly at the medicinal herbs and thought of being in a daze. In the morning, the sunrise silently appeared behind her, bringing a wave of warm air, which made her feel comfortable and warm all over. Thinking about how long she hadn't come out for a walk, Suddenly, she saw a little white rabbit passing by her eyes, she suddenly regained her childlike innocence, and chased the little white rabbit out of Xingchenju.

The valley in autumn is full of orange under the sunlight, the yellowing bushes beside the road, the misty cliffs in the distance, and the endless weeds with yellow waves in the breeze from a distance, which makes people feel autumn. Depression.

Buhui chased the hare and ran in the waves, the small figure was already covered by the weeds that were taller than her, and there was no Xingchenju behind.Bugui began to panic, she was looking for a way to go back, but she couldn't find her place, she got farther and farther away, anxious tears fell from the corners of her eyes, she came to a relatively flat place, sat on the ground and began to cry.

There was a "hissing" sound, which startled Bugui, who was crying into tears, his eyes lit up, and he screamed: "V——"

A cold arrow "xiuxiu" came through the air, hit the snake's head, and died on the spot.

Buhuifang recovered from the fright, just looked up, saw the man standing in front of him, got up in shock, and stammered again: "You...you..."

The man chuckled and said, "What's the matter! I don't know me anymore, I don't regret it, girl."

Buhui looked at him carefully, under the gentle sunshine of sunrise, he was young and full of vigor, he was carrying a bow and arrow, tall and tall, wearing a spotless light green silk shirt, red lips, white teeth, and a straight face , completely bookish, with a feeling of deja vu, but I can't remember it.

The man laughed softly again: "No wonder Miss Bugui didn't remember. People often say that Buddha needs gold clothes, and people need clothes. They are absolutely right. The clothes of the waiter in the shop are really not suitable for a literati like me. "

Buhui's eyes lit up, he walked closer and closer to him, pointed at him, "Oh oh oh oh..." and said several times, "So it's you, big villain."

The man held his hands high and shouted with an innocent face: "Oh! I think I, Murong Yan, can't lift my shoulders or lift my hands. As a scholar, when I encounter danger, my feet always move faster than my hands. At most, I can only bring out a small knife. It is used for scaring and self-defense, since it can also be called a big villain, it seems that there are not many big villains in this world."

Buhui shouted: "Don't tell me something you don't understand, what is your purpose in coming to Yaowang Valley?"

Murong Yan smiled and said: "I'd better apologize to Miss Buhui first, and defuse the word "big villain", otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. It was my fault for offending Miss Buhui earlier. It was because I was a little anxious that I took action against Miss Buhui. Afterwards, I have reflected on myself, and I hope Miss Buhui can forgive me. I came to Medicine King Valley to do some private matters, but please don’t worry, Miss Buhui, I am not here to do it. bad thing."

Buhui pursed his lips and said: "Ghosts will believe your words." He suddenly shouted: "Why are you here? Could it be... You followed me, right?"

Murong Yan said: "I really can't think of a way, so I have to do this, but the hero next to you is too powerful, I followed him a few times but he found out, I almost lost him in order to avoid him, if he was not injured later, I can follow you smoothly."

Buhui secretly said: "I understand, no wonder he showed up so late that day, it turns out..." Suddenly angry: "Since you see death and refuse to save..."

Murong Yan said: "I'm a frail scholar, those Mongols are fiercer than each other, how can I be their opponent, let alone your hero can handle it, then I need to use me as a scholar."

Buhui rolled his eyeballs and stared at him, and said with a wicked laugh, "Have you ever heard a sentence?"

Murong Yan asked: "What are you talking about?"

Without regret, he said solemnly: "Of the ten scholars, seven are talkative, eight are boring, and nine are short on typing. Do you know what the remaining one is?"

Murong Yanhu questioned: "What is it?"

Buhui shouted: "The only one left is you, who is talkative, boring and ignorant!" After speaking, his fist was already facing Murong Yan.

Murong Yan dodged cleverly, jumped behind Buhui, said with a smile on his face, "Looks like I have to run!" Then he turned and ran towards the grass.

Buhui clenched his fists tightly, stomped his feet angrily, chased after him while screaming, and shouted: "Hey! Stop for me, don't run if you have the guts."

Murong Yan turned back while running, with a sunny smile on his face, his figure was as light as the wind, unrestrained and melodious, intentionally or unintentionally slowed down, to make sure that he did not regret following, and then started to run again after seeing her figure.

Buhui panted and ran after him all the way, seeing that he was right in front of him, but when he was about to touch the moment, he let him dodge in a flash, Buhui lowered his head and panted, muttering: "What a scholar, run away!" So fast... Who are you kidding!"

The moment he raised his head, the dazzling white eaves of Xingchenju appeared in front of him, and Buhui exclaimed: "Xingchenju...it's Xingchenju, I finally found it." Regardless of still chasing people, he quickly ran towards Xingchenju past.

Murong Yan came out from the grass, the corners of his mouth were clear, and he let out a chuckle, his eyes were fixed on the figure running forward, with a mysterious smile on his face, he followed behind Buhui.

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