The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Lin Qingran smiled slowly, her smile was like a phoenix on the lake, so soft and light.

Feeling the dampness in the air, it seems that the waterside pavilion is approaching, the girl who led the way stopped, pointed to the not far away and explained respectfully: "Princess, that is the waterside pavilion, after the prince returned to the mansion, he often stayed in the waterside pavilion. , and don’t let anyone wait on you, except for the chief executive, no one in the house can approach there, so the slaves can only lead you here.”

Lin Qingran nodded and walked away. The red gold pavement and white jade steps exude a sense of luxury and elegance everywhere. The sparkling lake surface and a few lotus plants that have not faded are swaying in the moonlight.

For some reason, Lin Qingran felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart. The water pavilion so close in front of her made her heart thump. calling her.

Entering the water pavilion, there is a burst of warm breath. Even though the glass is shimmering outside and the night wind is howling, the water pavilion is still warm as spring, but there are no charcoal basins around.

Lin Qingran was struck by lightning, staring at the portrait hanging in the water pavilion, the person in the portrait was familiar to her, the face she could see in the bronze mirror every day, but the scene and the clothes were strange and familiar.

The white clothes are fluttering, the peach blossoms are blooming, and the dancing posture is moving. Although it is painted, it is lifelike. She can almost hear the laughter of the dancing girl.

Lin Qingran was stunned suddenly, her heart was boiling like a boil, and the surging thoughts crawled from her back to her mouth. A bitterness was choked in her throat, like lava rolling, and there was a slight gap, and she wanted to spurt out. She closed her mouth Eyes, it took all the strength of the whole body to swallow the soreness.

Vaguely, her thoughts went back, and she wove into the light scene with traces of memories—in her previous life, she was dancing in the plum blossom forest, and the flowers were fragrant.

Maybe at the moment of rebirth, she didn't want to repeat the past, so she didn't do the things in the previous life, and she never did Meilin Manwu in this life.

But Yun Zheng was able to draw her dancing gracefully by hand, he...

So many things that I couldn't figure out, after seeing this portrait, they were finally solved.

It turns out that Yun Zheng, like her, has memories of previous lives.

This bad guy, the love in the previous life, the love in this life, why...

Her eyes were sore, but no tears flowed down her face. She was happy, happy... very happy.

She stood silently, and after a long time, she took a deep breath and stepped out of the water pavilion. Her beautiful eyes were amazingly bright, and her steps were even a little jumpy. The faint lights radiated along the winding corridor of the water pavilion. It blows and wets the corners of her skirt with the cool lake water, but she doesn't care at all. The weeping willows on the bank brush the dry branches on her face, itching and entangled, like The locks of fate gently wrapped around her hair.

Yun Zheng, I owed you a lot in the previous life, and God has mercy on me, so I can still meet you in this life.

With you like this, what can I ask for?

For some unknown reason, her jumping steps stopped, her heart tightened suddenly, she turned around slowly, stared slightly, and on the other side of the water pavilion, a figure of Zhuo Ran who had been lingering in her sleep for a long time actually appeared in real life in front of her eyes.

Her whole body instantly turned into a wooden sculpture, and she wanted to lift her legs, but it seemed that her legs were in a heavy weight, so she could only stand there quietly, as if she saw him, and also seemed to suspect that she was in a dream.

That dream that was once vague, but actually happened.

And he is just like the Wenya Fengyi back then, dressed in a light blue dress, light silk cape, black hair partly draped, lips like vermilion, eyes like cold stars, just staring quietly like this has already taken away thousands of brilliance in her world .