naive rivers and lakes

Mo Buran raised his hand to pull out the hairpin, shook his head, the black hair fell all over his body, the golden hairpin collided with each other and made a small sound, and slipped along his long black hair, he tore off the broken beauty skin on his face, Putting it in his hand and looking at it carefully, there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, the feminine clothes on him were not feminine at all, but it made his skin paler, and his whole person became more cold and noble, not easy to get close to, I I really don't understand how such a warm and scorching color can make him even colder.The little squirrel gnawed on chestnuts and pine cones at his feet, making crackling noises.of

The third young master Bai put the chessboard on the table, pushed the white chess pieces over, and said to the ink: "Well, An Cuimei? You can't hide for long." He squinted his eyes and said meaningfully, the third young master Bai is like this His tone of voice was very familiar, probably trying to deceive someone, I rubbed my aching head after a hangover, and saw Mo Buran pick up a chess piece, I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, and advised myself that I was overthinking, How could San Gongzi Bai be such a bad person, it seems that there was no deep meaning in that sentence.

I shouldn't be prejudiced against people.

Then the chess piece in Mo Buran's hand flew out. The moment I blinked, fortunately, the third young master Bai threw a black chess piece. On the criss-cross chessboard, Mo Buran pressed down the rolling white piece, raised his chin and said, "Whose fault do you think? Third Young Master."

"You always have to be forced out. If it weren't for the cleverness of my little friend, you might be discovered by your good junior brother, right? If you don't appreciate it, forget it. How can you bite someone's hand and scare him?" It has to be a few meters away from you." Bai Jiangqing spread his hands to catch the falling black chess piece, and pressed it onto the chessboard with a snap.

"It was my fault in the first place, and I didn't hide. The carriage is so big, how can it be a few meters away?" I yawned lazily, and looked at the sleeping brother next to me. Mo Buran was not in a hurry to change. Clothes and beauty skin were still slumped on his cross-legged knees. He glanced at me and acted righteously, "Yes, you are the one who is wrong."

I was choked and speechless, so I closed my eyes and continued to sleep.

"You and An Cuimei..." Before the third young master Bai finished his sentence, I heard the sound of breaking through the air and the sound of a chess piece hitting something. I raised my eyelids and saw my senior brother spread out the iron fan to block the crowd. The white chess piece, throw the white chess piece to Mo Buran.

"You two don't talk, just play chess quietly." My brother's voice became even hoarse, and he could hook people's souls to the ground unintentionally. He said to the two of them, lying on the boneless On Bai Jiangqing's shoulder, he casually hooked his chin, and coaxed in a low voice: "Hey, don't make trouble, your life is still under the knife, so stop being mean."

I rolled my eyes at the two of them, glanced at Mo Buran, and saw that they sneered and said nothing.

Time passed with the sound of the pawns falling, and the wheels rolled by. Except for meeting a group of people from Baiyao Valley at the beginning, there were no other mistakes in the middle of meeting other people. We reached our final goal Land—Shanjia Villa, I always feel a little familiar when I look at those big characters. At this time, wild geese are flying south, the light rain is hazy, and the herbs are exhausted. It is already very cold in late autumn.

Mo Buran was wearing a cloak and a delicate gown. His face was buried in the white fur. The little squirrel poked its head out from the white fur. Its fluffy tail swept across the human face. I followed behind him. Senior brother blocked in front of the carriage, and Bai Jiangqing got out of the carriage. I turned my head to urge the two of them to hurry up, but I saw my senior brother hugging Bai Jiangqing when he got off the carriage. After tsk, I grabbed Yan Yuhui's sleeve Sit on the sidelines.

My senior brother walked in generously holding someone's hand, and I followed closely behind. A man in beige clothes was flicking his abacus, and another man in blue and straight looked up and smiled at us with bright eyes. Turning around, looking forward to brilliance, a very familiar face, the man with bright eyes looked at me carefully and said to me with a smile: "Bai Shui? You guys, please go upstairs, um, just settle your accounts carefully." gone."

What do you want to say to the man in the green shirt, his head was pushed down, the man turned over the table with one hand and came to me, stared at me, laughed and said: "Hey, don't you remember me?"

"..." I looked at the person's face and tried my best to think about it. I only thought that the familiarity of this person probably happened once, and I looked at the person who was playing with the abacus. Then I remembered a little bit. The martial arts a few years ago At the conference, a young couple that I didn't mean to tease?I thought, and said to those shining eyes, "Shan Qiong?"

"Yes." She smiled brightly, turned her head and wanted to pull Bai Jiangqing, her eyes fell on the hands held together by the two for a while, and then she pulled Bai Jiangqing's other hand that was not held, and shook her sleeve and said: " Brother Jiang Qing, my second child’s name hasn’t been chosen yet, how about leaving it to you to name me? Why, don’t you consider me a younger sister after Qiong’er gets married?”

Bai Jiangqing smiled, rubbed the person's head, and said: "Okay, I will name someone, didn't I say that I want Shan Yu and Shan Jin to come? Why are you two?"

"Something happened, Brother Jiang Qing, I need your help. My father said that whoever pleads with the two of them will break their legs. I acted like a baby and stalked me. No one in the villa would tell me, but my father wanted us to send the second child over to inherit the villa, and sent us to check the account. The room is ready, let's go, I'll take you up there." She said , look no different from a few years ago.

Mo Buran came into the room spontaneously after going upstairs. My senior brother took Bai Jiangqing's hand and gave me a wink after entering the door. Qiong also sat down spontaneously, poured tea on her own, turned her eyes around Bai Jiangqing, and said: "It's okay, I can't get involved with the Shan family, Lin Jing is here, my father is not dead yet, no one dares to rush to the Shan family Started."

"Then what happened to Shan Yu and Shan Jin? I can tell the truth from the lies. If I can't come back, you can choose your own name." Bai Jiang said calmly, life and death are always in his mouth like that. Understatement, lost the depth and heaviness that it should have, I smiled, and felt that he was different from me, I didn't care, but I was a little eager for hearty killing and death, how many people who have practiced the nine methods of heaven and evil for many years are normal?He is indifferent to life and death, everything is broken, and everything is broken.

Shan Qiong shook his head, dipped his finger in the tea and wrote something on the table, my senior brother smiled when he saw it, and then restrained his smile in time, leaned forward and patted Shan Qiong on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Well, Sorry."

Shan Qiong rested her arms on the table, scratched her hair worryingly, and sighed: "This is so frustrating to me, the palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh, I can't get involved at all."

She was in so much pain that aroused my curiosity, and I leaned over to see two words permeated on the wood-grained table, the tea was a little dry, and the handwriting was elegant and delicate, it was a woman's handwriting, and there were only two words - Broken Sleeve , It’s okay if it’s just a normal broken sleeve, but if I’m not mistaken... Forget it, the brother’s broken sleeve is really a big show, no wonder she doesn’t even want to talk about it.

"Does Lin Jing know?" Bai Jiangqing asked, wiped off the two sinful words with a handkerchief, and suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes, and knocked on the table, his amber eyes narrowed, like It is an intoxicating good wine, clear to the bottom, and you will be drunk when you touch it.

Bai Jiangqing was speechless, just squinting his eyes and thinking, his white jade-like fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, pursing his lips, my senior brother turned his head when he heard someone knocking on the table, he waved at Shan Qiong, with his index finger resting on his lips He made a silent gesture, and he did the same to me.

The third young master Bai sat on a stick of incense just like this, and when the liuqing ordered by my senior brother was burned out, he raised his head suddenly. He took the paper and pen on the narrow table, spread the paper all the way, and the rest rolled down all the way. He didn't care when he rolled under the table, my brother handed him the ink-stained pen, and he wrote a series of regular lowercase letters, with strong handwriting and hidden strokes, like an eagle about to soar high.

The Great General of Zhenbei, who cleaned up most of the rivers and lakes and the imperial court, claimed to be Duanxiu, traveled all over the world, and received thousands of poison sects.

I frowned, wondering what this meant, and he continued, "Do you think that dead man named Linyi looks a bit like me?"My senior brother nodded, took Bai Jiangqing's hand casually, held the person's hand and drew a circle with a brush, and circled a word, and then held the person's hand to write a row of scribbled cursive script, dripping with ink, every word became a sentence , The smell of vinegar is overflowing in this sentence.

I've felt this way from the very beginning, I know that the Seventh Prince's goal is you, just kill him.

I felt my teeth hurt when I saw it. My senior brother didn't let go after writing, and his fingers were still on the person's hand, holding them together, as if he would never let go. My senior brother wrote such a string of words: The seventh prince just took a fancy to me The longevity Gu on my body, whether it's me or Linyi, is just a substitute.

My senior was startled, and let go of the hand that was in the way. He took a step back, wrapped around the man's waist, put his head on the man's shoulder, and held him tighter. I sighed, and only focused on Bai Jiangqing's nib.

Bai Jiangqing wrote down smoothly all the way: Concubine Xue, who is well-known in the south of the Yangtze River, is from Hangzhou. That Concubine Xue had a pair of red phoenix eyes, and there happened to be a tear mole in the corner of the left eye. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to those of the Seventh Prince. As I mentioned, he was lucky enough to meet the emperor. He has amber eyes, a gentle temperament, and his eyebrows and eyes are eight times like mine.

Grandfather Bai Wanyu has a younger sister named Yueluo, my grandfather is in his teens, the youngest of the seven siblings is the most favored, Bai Yueluo resolutely went to the frontier to become a military doctor when the country was in turmoil, and has never been seen since then, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead. It's recorded like this, my grandfather once called her a concubine when he was drunk, and the Bai family had forbidden the Bai family from entering the court since their ancestors, and Bai Yueluo severed ties with the Bai family, in order to protect her reputation, she said she died early.

Grandfather refused to mention it, but often thought about it when he was drunk, and lamented several times.

When Bai Shuying broke into the palace, it was not only because of the friendship between her teachers and brothers, but also because of my grandfather's instructions.

Bai Jiangqing's fingers trembled, a drop of thick ink fell and seeped, he looked up at me, and said in a low voice: "This matter must not be spread outside..." He didn't say anything, and gestured to me as if wiping his neck with a knife.

I took a breath, thinking that this matter was too horrifying, and then I saw Bai Jiangqing writing the last sentence with that drop of ink, I gritted my teeth, unintentionally bleeding.

The Seventh Prince is indeed a broken sleeve, he should love the current emperor.This matter is very troublesome.When the last stroke fell, Bai Jiangqing cut the paper with a knife and threw it into the air. The son-mother knife waved in mid-air. After the afterimage fell, it seemed as if a field of snow fell. In addition, it was not enough. He caged the shredded paper, and the flint collided , The shredded paper was buried in the fire.All the secrets were also buried and wiped out.

So whether Linyi or Bai Jiangqing, they are just illusory shadows, resembling the emperor, with the blood of Bai Yueluo flowing on the emperor's body, so he should naturally resemble Bai Yueluo.Tsk, I know too much, I thought, so I'll be damn fast.

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