A Sword of Frost

The warm touch is on the back of the hand, which is an intimate move that lovers can only have. Yun Yifeng tried to pull his arm back, feeling that there was no strength on his body, and continued to intertwin his fingers with him. The medicinal soup in the jade bowl on the table was still exuding a bitter smell, mixed with the scent of fresh flowers in the late spring and early summer, not bitter or sweet.

Neither of them spoke.

Time flows slowly, the bright sun is swept away, and the red sky is diluted, and the wind at night is a bit cold.

Yun Yifeng, wearing a thick robe, asked, "What happened to Master Wang Wanshan?"

"With the name of witchcraft killing, Wei Lie just happened to be surrounded by soldiers, outsiders can't get in." Ji Yanran handed the porridge bowl to his hands. "Wang Wanshan has been secretly sent to the palace, leaving only one easy to hold The fake corpse was in the coffin. The Wang family's wife and children were unaware of the fact that the case had not been identified and it was not certain whether it had anything to do with him. "

"As long as you keep staring, sooner or later, Wei Chichu will move." Yun Yifeng asked again, "What about the other two adults?"

"It looks so scared, and hasn't slowed down yet." Ji Yanran said, "Wang Zhixia took the initiative to ask the Royal Forest Army to continue to guard him, and he had to stand by the couch even while sleeping. As for Wang Dong, he came out early Late in the evening, staying in the palace all day long, late in the night before willing to go back to sleep, or just staying in the household for a night. "

Regardless of whether they were pretending to be true or not, the murderer would not be arrested one day. The two were afraid that they would not stop for a day, and Wang Wanshan could not always live in the palace secret room.

Yun Yifeng said: "The Lord only needs to investigate the case. All I hear is the stabbing. He doesn't want to let me die if he wants to come."

"Although the doctors haven't seen your poison, Brother Huang still let them come once a day." Ji Yanran said, "At least I can help to see the prescription."

Yun Yifeng nodded: "Okay."

He was actually a little sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep. The girl came in and evacuated the plate. She replaced the two with tender green spring tea, and watched Yiyun Feng secretly. Seeing that he had recovered a lot, he secretly relieved and lowered his head. Go out and whisper to the people who are watching outside the courtyard: "It's okay, Lord Wang is chatting with the host."

"What to talk about?" Jiang Lingfei asked.

"No ... I didn't hear it clearly, it was like talking about a murder case," the girl said. "Seeing me in, the master of Cloud Gate stopped talking."

Wu Suosi sighed beside him. This is the time to talk about any murder. Shouldn't it be something else?

Even the saying goes, there is a lover in front of the sickbed.

Ling Xing'er wanted to go in and was taken away by the old Wu Lian. Jiang Lingfei swiftly closed the door of the courtyard, blocking all the noise, leaving only the two of them with a starry quiet sky.

Yun Yifeng stood in front of the window and looked at the distant sky revealing a touch of red, like an unburned haze.

Ji Yanran wrapped his cloak for him: "Don't want to sleep yet?"

"Lying down for a day, a little dizzy." Yun Yifeng picked up the half-dropped flowers on the windowsill, pink and lovely, "Is it the white bamboo bell used in the palace to make wine?"

Ji Yanran hugged him from behind: "Yes."

The body in his arms was as thin as paper and as light as a handful of snow. He was careful about his intimacy, and whispered in his ear, "Why me?"

"After all, all the girls in Yancheng City are waiting to throw a parchment for Wang Ye." Yun Yi's demeanor calmed down, "I like to take advantage of this, naturally I have to move forward."

Ji Yanran tightened his arms: "Huh?"

"I don't know." Yun Yifeng thought about it, "It's not good."

He had been too bitter before, and had not tasted a little sweet. When they first arrived at Xiaoyao Mountain Villa, although the Gan Yong couple had a good heart and treated him well, but there are eight Chengdu in that share because of ghost stabs, so naturally they cannot open their hearts completely. Later, there was a storm door, with Qingyue, Xing'er, a group of disciples, and friends from the rivers and lakes who have met each other. They also have their own advantages. They can learn martial arts, work together, drink together, talk about the sky, but only Based on this, going deeper, he could at most mention two ghostly stabbings with Qingyue, and he would no longer dig his own scars.

The past is like a sturdy cocoon. Numerous black moths have hatched in the dreamland. Thousands of wings incite disgusting powder and cool breeze, which brings dripping cold sweat. Often only in this awakened night, he would think carefully. If the parents did not die under the bandit knife, if the family successfully reached the Central Plains ... Ghost Thorn once said that it was found in Cangwei Xueling Myself, that is the border north of the beam, snow and ice all year round, the people do not want to live, the government does not want to control it, for a long time, it has become the nest of the fierce robbers, for the side of the calamity, I do not know how many caravans returned. It was not until a few years ago that he was wiped out by the imperial court, and the general was the youngest commander in chief, Xiao Wang Ji Yanran.

With this layer of relationship, and the blood Ganoderma lucidum that is "watered by thousands of bones", when Ji Yanran first found the storm door, he still had some "destined" emotions, which he thought was sent by God. The life-saving straw did make up his mind to hang around and live on him, but what happened in the future ... Yeah, Ye Ge, Wang Xingcheng, get along day and night, and take care of each other all the way. There are a few different minds.

Like a torn empty altar, he just wanted to repair the cracks and live longer for a few more years, but who knows the cold, but was poured into a bowl of wine, sweet and mellow, and drunk. Stupid and drunk. Sometimes I desperately want to live a few more years, but sometimes I feel that after tasting the taste of this wine, I finally know what is sweet. If it is not repaired, I will fall into the scent of this wine and I will not live. A game.

The girls in Yancheng still have a vision.

But Paz is not allowed to lose it again.

Unless ... Yun Yifeng sighed silently, ready to be full of crickets, but before he was "unless" was born and died, his heart was like a knife twisted, he felt wet and itchy behind his ears, it seems not suitable to hurt spring and sad autumn I had to pat it backhand.

Ji Yanran smiled and dodged: "You should rest."

"Are you going to the palace tonight?" Yun Yifeng asked.

"Go and see Wang Wanshan again tomorrow morning." Ji Yanran said, "Ling Fei will come to guard you when I'm not here." He really didn't want him to see the ghost stab again, but he had no other choice but to send as much as possible. Many people came to protect.

The messenger brought in hot water for bathing, and because of his lack of experience, he did not have His Highness Xiao's share.

Yun Yi wind said: "The prince also rested earlier."

"Don't let me stay with you?" Ji Yanran leaned slightly and stared up at him.

Master Yunmen calmly stepped back: "Qingyue said, he is guarding me tonight."

As she was talking, Ling Xinger came in with a bunch of Yeyou flowers and said that she listened to the old concubine and could sleep in the room. Qingyue also followed, holding a letter in her hand, and several other disciples in the wind and rain gate. When they met Ji Yan, they saluted respectfully: "Master Wang."

"Who sent the letter to Cloud Gate Master?"

"It's Wulin League," Qingyue explained. "Wulin meeting will be held after a while. Although the wind and rain gates do not participate, invitation cards are received every year, and sometimes three-phase invitations are required."

"Just do it." Yun Yifeng took a look and said, "Knowing that I don't want to go for fun, I have to ask for it very desperately. Seven or eight invitation cards are sent, and the storm door is inexplicably personal. Send a congratulatory gift as before. "

Qingyue took the order, and when he went out and instructed his disciples to do things, by the way, Wang Ye also "please" go away.

The night is already deep, what's the matter, it's not too late to talk tomorrow.

After all, my master is very poisonous, so he has to eat well and sleep on time.

Rest, rest.

Yun Yifeng leaned on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, thinking about things.

Ling Xinger carefully inserted the flowers and asked curiously, "What is the master laughing?"

Yun Yi returned to the wind: "Laugh ... Wulin Conference."

Ling Xing'er heard something inexplicable. What ’s so funny about the martial arts convention?

"A group of people are fighting for their place and grabbing a seat, and they are greeting each other's ancestors and they are beating their blood, which is naturally funny." Yun Yifeng answered well.

Ling Xinger had to say, "Oh."

Is it so boring? It's not the same as what is written in the textbook.

On the other side, Jiang Lingfei is also making a circle around His Royal Highness Xiao. Is there anything wrong? How can you run back to your bedroom to sleep at this time?

Even if you haven't read the storybook, you should have heard the script several times. When it comes to love, it is always right to be shameless. It has always been about emotions and ceremonies, so when and how long will it take to be beautiful? It's true that Lao Wu is already booking a restaurant. Don't let him down.

"Less arguing in front of me." Ji Yanran was overwhelmed and handed him a cup of tea. "How is Wei Chi Chu?"

"Nothing abnormal." Jiang Lingfei said, "The emperor sent a lot of shadow guards this time. Will he make him realize that something is wrong and start a fight?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Yanran asked.

"Temporarily withdraw some," Jiang Lingfei said. "Or just hand it to me. The fewer people there are, the less horses are exposed."

"When I enter the palace tomorrow, I'll tell the emperor." Ji Yanran said, "you go back early and rest."

"Wait." Jiang Lingfei put down the tea cup and dragged a large box out of nowhere. "Unbelievably, every book is out of print, and the government burns it when it sees it."

Ji Yanran frowned: "Forbidden | Book?"

Jiang Lingfei said: "The ban on that."

Ji Yanran: "..."

"Brothers can only do so much." Jiang Lingfei patted him on the shoulder. "Well, tomorrow I remember telling the emperor about Wei Chichu and saying goodbye."

Ji Yanran said without changing his face, "Go."

Jiangmen San Shao turned over the wall very quickly, leaving only a residual image. At a glance, he was often beaten, and he had escaped a wealth of experience.

Ji Yanran took out a book at will.

Conscience bookseller, sincerely build.

It is thick, detailed, and vivid, and the pictures and texts are lush, which can be regarded as "the book has its own beauty as a jade" in another sense.

Of course, some of them are crude, and even the edition is not printed correctly. This page is still turning over, and the next page will start to discuss how to raise pigs, rabbits, and mixed feeds, and get rich soon.

Ji Yanran couldn't help laughing and crying, and called the servant to throw out that box of books. 2k novel reading network