The wind of the thunderbolt

Han Yancui, who closed her eyes and exercised her body to relax her body, felt a warm force coming from her back, and it was someone who injected true energy into her.If you walk into your side without being noticed by yourself, if you are an enemy, your life will be over!Shocked, Han Yancui accelerated the recovery operation, and when her internal strength recovered, she quickly turned her head and looked behind her.

"It's you..." Han Yancui felt the initial warmth on her back turn to ice in an instant.Cold sweat dripped down quietly, "Marquis of Triumph..."

Hou Kaixuan didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly, until he heard her cry, his brows were faintly frowned.

Hanyancui's heart is not good, Xiangling is still nearby, if he sees it, maybe he will do something.Han Yancui made some calculations in her heart.Youyou said: "Thank you, Sakura. Why did you come here?"

Triumph Hou chuckled, "Naturally, he brought back his escaped wife." After a pause, Triumph Hou spoke in a tone that couldn't be calmer.While blowing into Han Yancui's ear, she said with a smile: "By the way, kill the rival in love."

"Deng Tuzi, let go of Sister Cui!"

Thinking twice at the same time, but Han Yancui's face changed drastically.

Let her see the thing you least want her to see, let him meet the person you least want him to meet, let someone reveal the most secret thing to expose to the sun, Hanyan emerald face - pale, glaring.

Triumph Hou hugged Han Yancui, and looked at the visitor with a smile.The signature smile evoked the nightmare deep in Xiang Ling's heart——

"You~ you you you~ you are..." Xiang Ling was terrified, and took a few steps back before standing still. "Kai~xuan~hou~" Xiang Ling paused every word, as if it took a lot of effort to say those three words.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, the princess who killed the Broken Island." Triumph Hou saluted.He is quite a gentleman, but the other hand holding Han Yancui tightly and the overall elegance always seem a bit abrupt.

How smart is Xiang Ling?Even though he was extremely dull in the past, after reading all the books in Guanxin Pavilion on Killing Broken Island in those three months, he could still be permeated by the fragrance of books. Seeing Hou Kaixuan's behavior like this, it reminded him of Han Yancui's hesitation to speak.How could Xiang Ling not understand? "So it was you who bullied Sister Cui. Are you not afraid that I will expose your evil deeds to the Lord of Buddha Prison?"

"The princess is truly a bodhisattva." Hou Kaixuan smiled lightly, and Han Yancui beside him shuddered instantly, but was stopped by Hou Kaixuan when he was about to speak out. "For a person like Ben Hou, the princess only used the word 'evil deeds', which is really too kind." With the most sincere smile, the triumphant Hou walked towards Xiang Ling step by step.

"Please, let her go." Regardless of her weak body, Han Yancui grabbed the right arm of Hou Kaixuan.

"You have never said this to me, but you are for this woman... Han, do you know the consequences of offending me?" The voice of the triumphant marquis was so low that no one could hear his joy or anger.

"Please, Sakura." Han Yancui looked at Kaixuanhou, her eyes revealing incomparable persistence.

"If I see you do anything for her again." Kaixuan Hou stared straight at Han Yancui's glasses, hid that faint smile, and said with some seriousness: "You know my tricks, Cold~".

Satisfied with Han Yancui's promise, Triumph Hou turned to Xiang Ling on the other side, ignoring Xiang Ling's deeply hostile face, and then put on a triumphant smile (Author: You laugh too much, I'm cold...) , "Your Excellency, my king calls you for a while."

Xiang Ling squeezed the 'Lian Ruo' wrapped in chiffon cloth in her sleeve, and shook her head, "Please forgive me for not being able to go today due to business, and I will definitely visit another day." Master Fengxiu's injury cannot be delayed for long... (Author : I'm afraid that the south wind will not be in a hurry.)

"I'm afraid Your Royal Highness still has to go, because the envoys from your country are also here, and they are appointed to see their princess. Don't make things difficult for the little prince! Your Royal Highness should go with me!" He blew the whistle and made a gesture of invitation, and the direct troops of the Kaixuan Hou who were hidden in the distance brought a sedan chair with bead curtains and canopy over and stopped aside.

Xiang Ling held Han Yancui's cold hand tightly, and pulled Han Yancui, who was in a trance, onto the sedan chair.

Six Out of Piaoying

It was already midnight when Liuchu Piaoying was extremely quiet, the snowflakes all over the sky were colorful and scattered like falling flowers, the sky was full of snow dancing, and the moment was bleak and cold.

Since Xiangling left in a hurry yesterday evening, Nanfeng Bujing sat in the original stone statue's place without moving a bit!Now is the deadline for the three-day break-off agreement.

It's past halfway through the night, and Xiangling still hasn't come, and the heart that doesn't compete with the south wind, bit by bit~ seems to have fallen into a bottomless ice cellar.

It's just that there is a last ray of hope in the bottom of my heart:

Lingqing said she would come back.

Before the last moment, I—

Never give up!

"Sister Cui, it turns out that the man who bullied you is the Marquis of Triumph. Hmph~!" Sitting under the arrangement of Marquis of Triumph, let these light kung fu masters jump down Qilin Mountain carrying the neutron in the sedan chair, Xiang Ling in the sedan chair hated Said: "What is going on?"

Han Yancui sighed, not knowing how to start the thousand words, just shook her head and remained silent.

"Sister, look——I can pick 'Lianruo'." Xiang Ling couldn't bear to mention this heavy matter again, and drew Han Yancui's attention to the things in his hands.

Hanyancui has heard about this legendary holy flower, and this is not the first time she has seen 'Lianruo' this night. She also came to Qilin Mountain by chance before.However, Han Yancui glanced unintentionally, but was caught by the things in Xiang Ling's hands——

"This~ this is..." Han Yancui was surprised.

Xiang Ling's face was bright, "Sister Cui, this is the king flower in 'Lian Ruo'. Its scientific name is 'One Life One World'. It also has a beautiful legend."

Han Yancui chuckled lightly, concealed the tingling feeling, and talked eloquently: "Have you stopped studying in my free time?! It is said that the Xianshu sisters in Yunding fell in love with the same Fan But the man only loves the older sister. The frustrated younger sister offered to follow Ehuang Nvying’s example. But the man refused. The older sister didn’t want the younger sister to be sad, so she and the younger sister turned into this “life for life” with the younger sister. one person."

"I used to think that this was the whole story." Xiang Ling sighed quietly, "It wasn't until I actually picked the flower that I realized the truth of the story that the flower conveyed to me."

Faced with Han Yancui's questioning expression.Xiang Ling talked about her own choice of this bouquet of flowers just now, "Half of the flowers are pure and flawless, and the other half are gray and dusty. If the world doesn't think deeply about it, they really think that this issue of 'One Life and One Life' is this kind of flower. It’s a good choice, but who knows that the one that blooms in ashes is the final answer. This is the flower of purity, purity—so it can’t cover up dirt, so it can truly reflect the root conditions of the place where it grows. Presumably the resources of the Huozhai Buddha Prison It is close to exhaustion—no wonder Sangong wants to actively join forces to invade the plight of rich resources."

"Thank you for thinking so deeply. If you choose the wrong one, the consequences will be disastrous." Han Yancui tapped Xiang Ling's head and said angrily, "But I really want to know the real legend about the twin sisters."

"Xiangling never does anything I'm not sure about. I have absolute confidence in my own judgment." Xiangling's face straightened, and he talked about the fact that when he plucked the ruined flower, it was transmitted from the flower to the limbs—about Memories of flowers...

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The author has something to say: I was disconnected from the Internet last night~ I can only desperately code words and cannot upload, so I will add a few more chapters today...