"Han'er, promise mother, you won't draw your sword when you see her in the future, no, otherwise mother won't forgive you even if she's underground."
In the sixteenth year of Mingde's reign, the words he said at the Sword Tomb are still in his ears. Xiao Xiaohan pointed his sword at Yin Luoxia. He lowered his eyes, but did not move. Instead, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I promise, I promise, I won't."
.”
Xinlian, who was standing by the side, also smiled, nodded, and thought to herself: "I still need the Azure Dragon Envoy. After all these years, Xiaohan will only listen to her words."
"Han'er" Yin Luoxia called softly.
Xiao Xiaohan raised her eyebrows and looked at Yin Luoxia without saying a word. She spread her hair with her other hand, and then the cold light flashed.
"No, Han'er..." Yin Luoxia saw that Xiao Xiaohan was about to break her hair, so she hurried to Xiao Xiaohan and tried to stop her, but it was already too late.
Xiao Xiaohan gently held a strand of hair in her palm, looked at Yin Luoxia who was trying to stop her, and said in a cold voice: "Yin Luoxia, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Even if I return to Jiangling Palace in the future, you are yours."
,I am me.”
Then she threw the hair in her hand into the air and let it go with the wind, then turned and left. Yin Luoxia looked at Xiao Xiaohan who was leaving, and there were thousands of words in her mouth. At this time, she couldn't say them out, so she could only
He raised his head and stared blankly at the flying hair, and the tears in his eyes flowed down his face again.
"Han'er, Han'er" Yin Luoxia called in a slightly hoarse voice.
Xinlian also shook her head, "If you had known what it was like now, would you still have run away?"
Yin Luoxia didn't answer, but squatted down and cried loudly. What she didn't want to see the most in her heart was still seen.
"Master, Master!" At this time, Luo Mingxuan hurried in from outside and shouted.
When she ran into the courtyard, she saw Yin Luoxia squatting on the ground and crying loudly. At this moment, she was like an unwanted child, crying, her voice full of regret.
"You" Luo Mingxuan pretended to hit Xinlian who was standing next to Yin Luoxia.
"What? You still want to hit me?" Xinlian sneered, looking at Luo Mingxuan in front of her and said.
"I just want to know how that woman walked out of Luoxiaxuan," Luo Mingxuan asked.
"Haha" Xinlian smiled, "Ask your master, I think she will tell you."
After saying that, he glanced at Yin Luoxia and left.
Luo Mingxuan watched Xinlian leave without stopping him. He still had self-awareness. The woman in green clothes leaving in front of him was definitely not something he could handle.
After a while, the only sound left in the entire Luoxia Xuan was Yin Luoxia's cries and the bewildered Luo Mingxuan who stood aside.
Xiao Xiaohan returned to his courtyard and did nothing else. He took several jars of wine and went to Cuiyao to drink.
Xinlian didn't say anything when she saw it, but went to Xiao Xuanli and said, "When are you going to take her back?"
"It'll be a few days, don't worry," Xiao Xuanli said slowly.
This has been a whole month, and the entire Xueyue City has entered the most beautiful season of the year. The flowers in Shangguan are blooming, and the wind in Xiaguan is strong. The fragrance of flowers permeates the entire city with the long wind.
Xiao Xiaohan was sitting on a tree, drinking wine, smelling the fragrance of flowers, the breeze blowing her long hair, looking very relaxed.
"I said, Xiao Xiaohan, you've had enough. It's been a month, and you've drank all the wine in the house." Shiyu stood under the tree and looked up at Xiao Xiaohan and shouted.
Xiao Xiaohan lowered his head and glanced at Shiyu under the tree, "No more, I'll go find Sikong Changfeng again."
"Get down here," Shiyu shouted.
Xiao Xiaohan on the tree also sighed and jumped down, "Tell me, what are you doing?"
"It's almost the Hundred Flowers Festival. I haven't seen it in many years, you know," Shiyu said with a smile.
Xiao Xiaohan looked at Cuiyao in front of her, nodded, handed the wine jar to Shi Yu, turned around and ran away, "This is the Yuheng that Baili Dongjun left for me. It's for you."
Shiyu was also stunned for a moment, then she realized what she was doing and shouted to Xiao Xiaohan who was running away: "I don't want wine, I want money. You still owe me three hundred taels."
Xiao Xiaohan came to the hall, stretched, sat on a chair, and drank tea, paying no attention to Xiao Xuanli who was sitting in the main seat.
"Xiaohan, I'm so unworthy of your attention, am I?" Xiao Xuanli asked.
"You..." Xiao Xiaohan glanced at Xiao Xuanli: "You don't know anything, bet with me, you lose, drink with me, you'll get drunk before we even get together, what are you talking about that's worthy of my attention?"
of."
"I" Xiao Xuanli was speechless after being retorted by Xiao Xiaohan, and he also sighed. Indeed, this is a fact.
"Xiaohan, the Hundred Flowers Party will be held in three days, let's go and see it together," Xinlian walked in from outside and said.
"Yeah, yeah" Xiao Xiaohan nodded perfunctorily.
"You?" Xinlian shook her head.
Three days later.
Xueyue City, Baihuahui.
The real name of Xueyue City is "Dachanghe". It was originally an ordinary city in the south. However, it has beautiful scenery and pleasant seasons. Later, several people who were considered peerless in the world at that time passed by this place and stayed for a few times because of the good wine here.
One day later, on a drunken night, these people climbed up to the high pavilion and looked at the bright moon on the snowy scene of Cangshan Mountain. They suddenly felt emotional: outside the Dengtian Pavilion, it was like a mortal city. Only after crossing the Dengtian Pavilion could they see it.
Xueyue. So they stayed in this city, because their reputation was so strong that the name "Xueyue City" spread out, and its previous name was forgotten.
Among several experts, there was a woman who liked to plant flowers. She once planted a unique white rose with purple lace on the edge, which she called Zi Mei Ji. The others stayed behind for the scenery of the snowy moon, but she
She stayed here for the fragrance that fills the city in April. At the same time, she also founded the most grand event in Xueyue City every April, the Baihua Festival, and those children of proud and romantic aristocratic families will come to Wuyue one after another.
Even the city lords of Xueyue City will personally attend the Yuxuan flower viewing and wine tasting.
"It's just that the Hundred Flowers Festival still blooms every year, but such a peerless woman has never appeared again." A young man dressed in white and waving a purple fan said slowly.
"It is said that Fairy Luoxia is also a peerless beauty, but it's a pity that she never appears at the Baihua Festival. However, there are many beautiful girls from aristocratic families under our sect. Brother, you can't look down on any of them?" Another person standing next to him
Said, this man is very similar to the young man in white, but he looks a few years younger.
The pavilion was full of bright flowers, elegant music was playing, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed. Xiao Se usually looked at everything carelessly, but under such beautiful scenery, he actually showed a rare smile and glanced at them: "Jiangnan Duan family?"
Tang Lian beside her nodded: "Yes, 'The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.' The Duan family in the south of the Yangtze River is famous for its elegance. The younger one is Duan Xuanheng, a disciple of Xueyue City, and the other is his brother.
Duan Xuanyi, the head of the Duan family."
"Fengya? This is romantic, right?" Xiao Se snorted coldly, but said in his heart: "If they knew the identity of Fairy Luoxia, what would they think? It would scare them to death. My imperial aunt is not something they can do differently.
Thought."
"Brother Xie, are you satisfied with this Hundred Flowers Party?" Sikong Changfeng, the only Third City Lord of Xueyuecheng's generation who is willing to show his face, sat on the top floor of Wuyu Pavilion and took a sip of wine.
, facing the grand scene downstairs, smiling and narrowing his eyes. He usually moves forward carefree and uninhibited, but it is rare for him to be so graceful.
The scholar in white beside him, with a face as pale as water, sighed slightly: "It is indeed a grand scene. It is a pity that there are sceneries but no beauties. There are three thousand scholars, and the walls are covered with poems, but there are no beauties. This fine wine is also
It’s just tasteless.”
Sikong Changfeng's expression did not change, and he just said: "Wuyuxuan is the number one music studio in Xueyue City. There are so many dancers and singers, and so many children from aristocratic families came to participate in the Hundred Flowers Fair today, but not one of them entered.
Do you have Brother Xie’s discernment?”
The scribe in white lowered his head and smiled: "Beauty is like snow, pure and elegant. People who can be called beauties are rare in the world. Even though Xueyue City is big, I have only seen two beauties. It's a pity that one likes me
But his gambling status is too big, his temper is too bad, and he doesn’t even come to the Hundred Flowers Club."
"Hehehe" Sikong Changfeng smiled, "If you can, tell her in front of her."
The scribe in white shook his head and said with a chuckle: "You don't dare, the beauty's anger will overwhelm the country and the city."
After the two of them finished speaking, they stopped talking and started drinking. However, the scribe in white still looked down with a smile. But when he looked down, he saw a figure in a red shirt and a green shirt.
The scribe in white who was able to drink at the same table with Sikong Changfeng was certainly not an ordinary person, but this man who could be said to be peerless suddenly raised his wine glass and made no move.
Many years ago, a scribe in white accidentally cut through a face scarf with his sword and saw a peerless woman. When he saw her face for the first time, he had an idea in his mind: This is what beauty is like. Many years later,
This sentence finally rang in his mind again.
Beauty, this is it.
The scribe in white gently placed the wine glass on the table and said: "City Lord Sikong, I take back what I just said, there are still beauties in this Hundred Flowers Club, and this is the most different time I have attended the Hundred Flowers Club. Two people appeared at the same time.
beauty."
"Oh?" Sikong Changfeng was a little surprised. He followed the gaze of the scribe in white and saw the two figures. He nodded: "Those two are indeed beauties."
The scribe in white shook his fan lightly and chanted casually: "There is a beautiful woman in the snow city, and there will be no trace of the wind and moon."
He said these words very softly, but the woman in green clothes downstairs suddenly raised her head and smiled at the scribe in white, having heard the conversation here.
And the woman in the red shirt moved her lips, not knowing what she said.
The scribe in white was stunned when he saw it. He understood what the woman in red said, "You are just a gangster," but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "She is still a unique beauty."
"Of course, you also know the master of the woman in green shirt, Qi Tianchen," Sikong Changfeng said quietly.
The scribe in white showed a bit of surprise and said in a low voice: "Is the Qin Tian Jian Zhengzheng?"
"Yes." Sikong Changfeng nodded, "She is Ye Xiaoying's daughter. You should have met her."
"It's that child." The scribe in white nodded, with a bit of regret in his expression, "I have indeed seen her. She was just born at that time, and everyone thought she would not survive. How could she be in Xueyue City? Could it be you?
Or that one healed her?"
Sikong Changfeng did not speak, but drank a glass of wine. The scribe in white looked at the woman in red and said, "She looks familiar to me."
"Her father is the person you least want to see," Sikong Changfeng said.
The scribe in white was stunned for a moment, then shuddered and said in surprise: "She is Xiao Xiaohan!"
"I didn't expect such a big change. I said how dare she scold me."
"Xiao Han scolds you lightly, Xie Xuan"
Xie Xuan turned around, smiled, stood up, turned around and bowed: "Confucian Sword Immortal, Xie Xuan has met Chang Shi, the general."
"Haha" Xiao Xuanli, who was beside Xinlian, laughed and walked to Xie Xuan, "This is not your Confucian swordsman style."
"When you meet an acquaintance, of course you have to be more solemn," Xie Xuan said.