Yan Xiaoyu ran wildly in the Shenwu Gate. At first, guards stopped her. The palace maid behind wanted to catch her, but was frightened by her fierce look. She was taught a lesson by the emperor and did not dare to step forward rashly.
Yan Xiaoyu was surrounded by people, running helplessly. She looked around in horror, her shoulders shaking.
The door of Shenwu Sect finally opened, and the guards made way. She ran out without her life, her long hair drawing a beautiful arc behind her. In the distance, Fang Han looked at her thin back, thoughtfully.
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On the street, Yan Xiaoyu walked up and down. When she saw a man in black clothes, she would step forward and grab him by the corner of his clothes. When the man looked back at her, she let go in despair. Her delicate and thin figure was on the street.
Extraordinarily eye-catching.
In the palace, Yun Ziyou was very worried. He wanted to leave the palace to find Xiaoyu, his Xiaoyu. If she went out like that, she would be bullied.
But a few bad old men seemed to have figured out what he was thinking. First, they went to the court to chatter endlessly, and then they went to the imperial study room to admonish non-stop. He looked at the several ministers and Dazai kneeling in front of him,
There is an urge to kill.
At night, Yan Xiaoyu walked alone on the lonely street. Her light-colored clothes were stained with a lot of mud, and her big clear eyes seemed to have lost their color. She wandered on the street in a daze and loss.
"Xiao Hanjing, should I call you Yan Xiaoyu?" A sinister voice came from around the corner, as cold as a ghost howling from hell.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around in confusion and looked at a haggard woman in black in the darkness. The woman's hair was half tied up in a bun, her cheeks were so thin that they were sunken and only a pair of eyes remained. However, those eyes had gone through many vicissitudes of life, like a
An old man who is dying.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at her blankly, then slowly stepped forward, "I can't find him, I can't find Xiao Ninglan..."
The woman in black smiled painfully, looked at her ferociously, and gritted her teeth, "You still have the nerve to mention Xiao Ninglan's name? It was you who killed him, and it was you who caused me to become like this ghost today..."
The woman stepped forward step by step and glared at Yan Xiaoyu fiercely. Yan Xiaoyu lowered her head and curled her mouth. The woman stretched out her bony hands and pinched Yan Xiaoyu's neck fiercely. Yan Xiaoyu became unable to breathe, and she beat her
The hand that strangled her neck.
The woman pinched her neck and kept exerting force. Yan Xiaoyu was pressed against the wall behind her. Her face suddenly turned pale and she kept struggling to look at the woman.
The woman exerted a little more force and said with a horrifying expression, "I don't believe I can't kill you, I don't believe it!"
Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and her struggle gradually became weaker. Then she closed her eyes and slumped in the corner. The burning pain in her throat seemed to lessen, and she could breathe slowly. She opened her eyes, and the woman in black fell face down on her.
Next to her, she saw a flying knife grazing on her back, and the flying knife sank into her body with the handle attached.
A pair of shoes, with black lightweight deer soles and no complicated embroidery patterns. The owner of the shoes slowly approached her. She looked up along the shoes, and then saw the black hat veil.
She stood up weakly and put her arms around the man's neck on her toes. Through the veil, her pale face lightly touched his handsome face, "Xiao Ninglan, don't leave me..."
The man closed his eyes in pain. He held the woman tightly into his arms, took off the bamboo hat on his head with one hand, let go, and the bamboo hat fell to the ground, "Yu'er, why do you want to leave the palace? It's not good to stay with Yun Ziyou.
?"
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head, puffed her mouth and looked at the man's face carefully. Then she gently caressed his face with her fingers, then came to the base of his ear, and gently peeled off a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wings.
open.
She blinked and looked at the man's face, as if centuries had passed. This was a face that she would never forget. It was beautiful, handsome and cold, with no flaws in his facial features or skin, and his tightly furrowed brows.
, but like a knot in her heart, she threw away her mask and gently smoothed his brow.
"Yu'er..." The man whispered her name.
Yan Xiaoyu buried her face in his neck and whispered in a dazed voice, "Xiao Ninglan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Yu'er, are you okay? Have you remembered everything?" Xiao Ninglan pulled away from her excitedly and looked at her quietly.
Yan Xiaoyu still looked at him with a blank expression. He stretched out three fingers and asked, "What is this?"
Yan Xiaoyu did not answer, but gently held his hand. Her mind was still not clear. She only remembered that she killed Xiao Ninglan. She also remembered that the person who had been accompanying her was Xiao Ninglan...
"It doesn't matter if I don't know, I will remember it later!" Xiao Ninglan hugged Yan Xiaoyu tightly, and he sighed, as long as she can get better, he will die without regrets, but will he want her to face the pain of his own death again?
He gently touched her cheek, but felt a patch of moisture. He gently lifted her face, and saw her face full of tears. Her hand touched the purple on his neck, her mouth opened slightly, and she wanted to speak.
Still resting.
Xiao Ninglan pulled up her collar and said, "I'm fine, Yu'er, why would Yun Ziyou let you out of the palace alone?"
He asked softly, then picked up Yan Xiaoyu by the waist and walked slowly towards the inn.
Yan Xiaoyu was still not quite awake. She looked at Xiao Ninglan blankly, watching his mouth opening and closing. She couldn't understand a word he said, but the only thing she understood was that the person she loved was by her side.
, hugging her tightly.
In the inn, Yan Xiaoyu leaned on the bed in confusion. She hugged her knees and looked at Xiao Ninglan quietly.
Xiao Ninglan sat opposite her, telling her the past one by one in a low voice. Looking at the stars flashing in her eyes, he asked in surprise, "Do you remember
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head, and Xiao Ninglan lowered her eyelids in disappointment. After a while, he sat next to her, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember. I'll take you to the palace later. The medicine from the imperial doctor should still be effective.
You are much better now!"
Yan Xiaoyu hurriedly shook her head, tugged Xiao Ninglan's sleeves tightly, and looked at him fearfully. Xiao Ninglan had no choice but to hold her hand and said, "Yu'er, you must get better. Many things like this will happen today.
I can't protect you like this for the rest of my life!"
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