Tanhualu

"You accompany me to drink, and I will tell you the details." Jin Yu smiled like a flower, showing two rows of white teeth, against her light wheat-colored face, it was a kind of healthy beauty.

But Yang Jin was troubled by it, and tried to look away: "No need!"

She didn't want to see this face.The reason is very simple, there is a red mole in Jin Yu's right eyebrow, piercing his eyes.

"Hey! What kind of attitude is this! After all, this princess is also your savior!" Jin Yu said anxiously.

She is the honor of the head of the princess, and everyone has always respected her, but why has she ever been despised like this?

Moreover, this is not the first time that Yang has treated her like this.

"If you want my life, take it at any time!" Yang Jin left without saying a word.

Go back and talk about the kindness of life-saving, you can just take my life, why bother to make noise?

Jin Yu originally held Yang Jin's arm, but unexpectedly, Yang Jin somehow managed to get rid of her restraint so lightly and deftly, and walked away.

Jin Yu's hand was empty, his expression froze, and then he was annoyed——

She also practiced martial arts since she was a child, no matter whether it was archery, horseback riding or boxing, she thought she was not bad at any of them, yet she was able to get away so easily?

She knew that Yang Jin knew martial arts, and she only thought that Yang Jin knew how to use martial arts for self-defense, but she didn't expect that even such advanced grasping skills can be easily captured?

Jin Yu couldn't wait any longer.The curiosity in her heart suddenly became entangled with the strong desire to compete.

She suddenly wanted to have a try, how capable Yang Jin really is.

Yang Jin walked out of the restaurant quickly, she didn't want to have any more conversations with Jin Yu.That red mole not only obstructed her eyes, but also pierced her heart.

There are so many restaurants in Qingyuan City, why do you have to come to this one!

Yang Jin felt even more annoyed in her heart, and she stepped up her pace.

Or find another wine shop, or simply go back to the medical clinic... In short, stay away from here, stay away from that disturbing red mole.

If Jin Yu knew her true thoughts in her heart, and knew that he, as the majestic Monan Chang princess, was only remembered by her because of a red mole, and was alienated by her because of this red mole, what would he do? impressions.

Yang Jinfang took three or four steps forward, a white shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and Jin Yu was already standing half a foot in front of her, just blocking her way.

Yang Jin frowned.

With his hands behind his back, Jin Yu tilted his head and looked at her, "Just leave! What kind of weird temper is this?"

Yang Jin knows that his taciturn character can be called "weird" in the eyes of others.However, she was not in the mood to explain anything to anyone, including Jin Yu.

If you don't want to explain, it's a waste to say more.Yang Jin lowered his eyes, not looking at Jin Yu's face, twisted around her without saying a word, and walked away again.

Who is this!Jin Yu was almost overwhelmed by her.

She was even more unwilling, and with a movement of her figure, she swayed in front of Yang Jin again, blocking Yang Jin's way again.

"Let me tell you! Is your highness annoying you so much? Just hide when you see it, what's the matter?" Jin Yu shouted loudly.

Because of her noble status, she is a first-class noble person in Qingyuan City, and most ordinary people recognize her. Seeing that she is aggressively seeking Yang Jin's bad luck at this moment, they all run away quickly, fearing that it will hurt themselves.

And even those who recognized Yang Jin secretly sweated for Yang Jin, not knowing how Miss Yang had offended His Royal Highness the Chief Princess.

"There are a lot of people waiting for my treatment in the hospital, and I don't have time to hang out with you," Yang Jin said coldly, "Please get out of the way."

Jin Yu snorted softly: "There are so many people waiting for your treatment in the hospital? You still come here to buy wine? Humph! Lie to me! I don't believe it!"

Yang Jin froze.She was not good at words, so she couldn't think of better words to deal with it.

Jin Yu asked her, secretly proud of herself.Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a jasper piccolo hanging from her waist.

Every time Jin Yu sees Yang Jin hanging around his waist, no matter what clothes he changes, he never takes them off.

Maybe it's something extremely important to her?

Thinking of this, Jin Yu felt sour on the tip of his tongue, as if he had just swallowed a big mouthful of mutton with plums.Without even thinking about it, she poked her hands towards Yang Jin's waist——

"Who sent this..."

However, before she finished speaking, Yang Jin had disappeared.

Jin Yu was shocked.

After stabilizing his figure and looking around, he realized that Yang Jin was standing two feet away from her, frowning, staring at her with deep hatred.

What a weird move!Jin Yu was astonished, but was also aroused by Yang Jin to be more competitive.

She pulled her feet out of the ground and threw herself at Yang Jin.

Yang Jin was not in the mood to spend more time with her, "Ceng Ceng Ceng" hurriedly retreated.

Jin Yu threw three or four rounds in a row, but all of them came to nothing.

There was already thin sweat on her forehead, and she was even more unwilling, she shouted coquettishly: "What kind of ability is hiding! If you have the guts, come on, let's fight!"

As he spoke, he opened his fists.

Yang Jin was speechless, and said coolly, "I don't want to fight with you."

Jin Yu was stung by her alienated attitude, and said angrily, "You don't want to fight? Then show me that thing! Then we won't fight."

She pointed to the short jade flute on Yang Jin's waist.

Yang Jin subconsciously raised his hand to protect it, as if Jin Yu's finger would break the jade flute.

Because of her action, Jin Yu was even more annoyed: "What kind of crap! It's like a family heirloom!"

Hearing this, Yang Jin's beautiful eyes stood up, and a cluster of flames ignited in his chest, which instantly ignited into a skyrocketing anger.She only felt a sense of disgust spreading in her chest, as if she could only be relieved by brutally killing the person in front of her.

Clenching his fists tightly, his veins bulged, his inner strength surged in his dantian, and he was about to punch out.

Yang Jin shivered suddenly, a chill poured from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, like being hugged and poured a bucket of cold water.

She woke up jolted up, staring at her clenched fist in disbelief, and slowly loosened it.

In the palm of the hand, the traces scratched by the nails due to force are eye-catching and frightening.

Apart from Yang Jin's palpitations, he was even more terrified.

She has been meditating and cultivating Qi for three years.

After that incident that day, she never used that method again.She told herself every day that she must completely forget that mentality, completely forget those things and those people, even if she wants to live like a walking dead just eating, drinking and panting from now on, she must also forget.

Gradually, she seemed to have really forgotten everything, and she also thought that she had forgotten everything.

But just today, in this city of Monan far away from the Central Plains, that idea unexpectedly revived in her mind without warning.And all the grievances and all kinds of past related to that terrible mental method also flashed in her mind scene by scene.

The reason for this is only because the jade flute that was touched by Princess Monan Chang was given by Shi Han himself three years ago.

Shi Han!Shi Han!

Yang Jin's head felt dizzy for a while, and the feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared.

She had not dared to think of this name or recall it for three whole years, why should she be reminded of it again!

"Ah—" Yang Jin screamed, turned around and ran away.

In her daze, she didn't even realize where she was running to.

Jin Yu was already dumbfounded——

What kind of cultivation should this be!He disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that it is the legendary Zhongyuan Qinggong?

However, Yang Jin's appearance just now was so painful and helpless, as if the most painful scar had been uncovered.

Jin Yu's eyes immediately filled with sadness and pity.

Outside Qingyuan City.

The season of luxuriant water and grass has arrived, and the withered and yellow grass in winter is no longer desolate in the cold wind.They struggle to stretch, grow, and fill the greenery.Looking around, the grass is green and endless.

On the half-foot-high grass mat, Yang Jin stretched his limbs vigorously.Her face was very red, and the smell of alcohol fumigated the surrounding grass buds, making them slightly drunk, and she crawled down weakly, dizzy.

Yang Jin couldn't remember how much wine she drank, maybe it was a sip, maybe it was a jug... She didn't know where the belongings containing the wine had been thrown, so there was no evidence to prove how much she had drunk.

She hasn't had a drop of wine for too long, her drinking power has been greatly weakened, or it is only slightly better than the time when she was drunk by Yu Wenkai.

Deeply drunk, Yang Jin groped around his waist and touched the jade flute.

She held it in her palm with trembling hands, and the coolness of jade pressed against her hot palm.She suddenly felt sad, and with a sudden force, she tore off the jade flute.

The sunset is soft and warm, not dazzling at all.

Yang Jinci's white and red fingers were holding the jade flute against the setting sun.

The crystal-clear jade flute was pierced by the orange-red afterglow of the setting sun, and Yang Jin stared into the jade flute.The exquisite and lovely word "Xi" on the wall.

"Xi... Xi..." Yang Jin murmured the word that represented a certain person's name.

All kinds of past, rushing and roaring like a dike burst, washed her already fragile heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, and two lines of tears came out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks.Half soaked the clothes, half soaked the grass.

Yang Jin was born handsome, and this kind of beauty became more and more dazzling as she grew older.

It is extremely beautiful for a beauty to cry.However, for her, there is a bit of stubborn heroism intertwined in this beauty, which can make those who hear it feel distressed and the viewer heartbroken.

Maybe, God can't bear to see such a beautiful person cry?So she lured someone to her side...

Yang Jin was so drunk, those unstoppable tears did not take away the alcohol in her body at all, but instead made her mind more and more confused.

She can no longer distinguish between reality and fiction.

And the sudden release after long-term suppression made her even more exhausted.She had been unable to open her eyes.

Suddenly, Yang Jin suddenly felt someone appear beside him.

The man appeared to crouch.Turning around, he quietly looked at himself lying on his back on the green grass.

The glow of the setting sun was also covered by that figure.

Then, she felt the man's breath enveloping her, quickly encroaching on her sense of smell.

Yang Jin's tears suddenly stopped.

She couldn't open her eyes, and couldn't find her breath as if she was suffocating.

A hand with silky and delicate skin lightly rested on the back of her hot hand, and paused, as if confirming something.

Then, her palm was carefully opened, and the jade flute was removed from her palm.

Sensing that the jade flute was slipping away from his control, Yang Jin was shocked, struggling with all his strength, calling vaguely: "Xi... Xi..."

Inexplicably, Yang Jin felt that the catkin covering the back of his hand was trembling strongly.

It was a very real feeling.Even if he was drunk, Yang Jin was sure that the feeling would not be wrong.

Yang Jin eagerly approached the catkin's owner, even if her body moved randomly, she felt tired and sore.

She didn't know what kind of posture that person was by her side; she only knew that when she desperately got close to that person's body, she heard a faint sigh clearly, as if through endless years , finally found the destination of his life.

The author has something to say: Ah well, we have to meet again and fall in love (from the resentment of a single dog)