Prince,Goodbye

Xuanyuanyue's master and servant watched Cong Yue's "beating the house and robbing the house" and the hero's behavior of rescuing the United States. Seeing that the fengwushuang lady was really shameful and timid because of such a cheap trick, Wei Chi Yurong expressed his contempt for Cong Yue's shameful and timid attitude.

"Uncle Rong." Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yue opened his mouth coldly.

Originally indifferent voice, which will make it even more cold and frightening.

Wei Chi Yurong was startled and hastened to return to his mind: "childe, what's the matter?"

"You've been talking too much lately."

Leave this cold words, he then body flash, disappear in place.

"Childe..." After a shock, Yurong realized that he had been a bit presumptuous during this period of time.

Childe always dislikes people who talk a lot. Even if they meet someone who is doubtful, they can understand each other only by three or two words of code that their masters and servants can understand or one or two eye contact.

But recently, he doesn't know whether it's floating or what. He always likes to stand on the commanding height and criticize the cold master and servant.

No wonder you are so angry.

To understand this, Yurong quickly warned himself that he must not do such stupid things again.

At that time, Cong Yue and his party had entered the city.

Although Feng Wushuang was very hospitable and tried her best to invite Leng Yue to Fengfu, she still firmly refused and asked Xiaoshui to return to the city in advance to book several rooms.

It was not until she saw the registration record of Cong Yue in the inn that Feng Wushuang gave up her heart and asked, "did you come to Chongchang city this time to take part in the martial arts contest?"

"Er..." Cong Yue blinked her eyes for a moment, and her heart said that fortunately she didn't drink water at the moment, otherwise she had to spray.

"Ah Hu will be on the challenge arena, as for me No

She also did not conceal, even did not expose Feng matchless identity.

After all, most of the people who came to take part in the martial arts contest for marriage only knew that the young lady of the Feng family wanted to compete for marriage, but they didn't know which one she was.

Not many people like her and Xiaobai know the inside story in advance.

Moreover, there are many children of the Feng family in Fengling region. Ten people are found in any city, at least six of them are surnamed Feng.

Now she pretended not to know the identity of Feng Wushuang, but there was no problem.

"So..."

Feng matchless eyes in dense from the naked eye can see disappointment.

After Feng Wushuang left, the soul uncle looked at Cong Yue with a smile: "I can't see that you still have the potential to be a sea queen. You can take all men and women, and you can easily capture the hearts of ignorant young men and girls. No one can really match this beautiful happiness. "

Condensation on the mouth: "this blessing to you, how do you not?"

Three days later, it was the day for the Phoenix family to compete for marriage.

On that night, ah Hu understood what the so-called martial arts contest meant.

As soon as I heard that he would fight with others and marry back a trouble, he immediately shook his head and refused: "I won't go! Master, Miss Feng clearly likes you. If you want to go, you can go! I won't go anyway

Condensation month:.... "

In desperation, she had to ask Xiaobai's opinion, but what she got was that Xiaobai was not very fierce, but very indifferent and merciless: "stupid sister has incomparable charm and has already got Miss Feng's love. Anyway, our goal is just to take down the Phoenix family in Chongchang city. Who should marry but not marry? "

He seldom said so much, but Cong Yue didn't feel surprised at all. He just widened his eyes like a ghost: "what are you talking about? How can you make a fool of yourself

"Nonsense?"

The young man's handsome face was suddenly covered with clouds: "who on earth is fooling around?"

"My sister doesn't want to use her feelings as a bargaining chip to exchange interests. She has been guarding against her insistence, for fear that someone will come into your heart again, or even let irrelevant people into your life! Why did my sister change her attitude when she came to me? "

He pressed step by step, and the cold was pressing in his deep black eyes.

For the first time, the condensation month felt the pressure from him, and could not help but step back.

When she retreated, he would enter, until she was forced to the corner, he did not stop.

He looked down into her eyes, cold eyes more than some condensation month can not understand the mood.

"Sister, you are really You can be stupid. "

Condensation month has a moment of trance.

I don't know from which day on, he never called her "stupid sister".

Since experiencing the baptism of Duan Er, mu Chenqing and Xuan Hanxi, she has not been the emotional idiot who didn't know anything at the beginning.

She looked at his deep eyes, and suddenly understood the covered emotion.

"That Xiaobai. "

After a moment of panic, she returned to Qingming: "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. You're right. Love and marriage can never be used as chips. I made a mistake. I To adjust the strategy. "With that, she did not give him a chance to react and left the oppressed room.

Until her breath dissipated in the courtyard again, the noble man slowly returned to his seat.

She still Do you see that?

"Son, I'm really going to be pissed off by you."

Princess long appeared out of thin air, her beautiful face was full of melancholy that she hated iron but not steel.

If the boy in front of her was not her son, she would really like to pry open the head of the goods to see what was inside?

How nice the atmosphere was just now?

The boy didn't have to show up. Instead, he let the woman run away.

"The atmosphere Good? " Long Bai looked at his mother's eyes full of pity: "I suggest you find a doctor to have a look, whether it's bad eyes or bad brain, treat them as soon as possible."

"Boy, watch the fight!"

Condensation month a person wandering aimlessly in the street, the heart is a bit chaotic.

After leaving the mansion, she thought a lot.

Over the years, although Xiaobai has been concentrating on training, but also often come out to relax.

In fact, his attitude change has always been traceable, is that she has never thought about that aspect, just take his more and more gentle tone and affectionate eyes as a sign of growth.

Today, I finally understand.

However, her heart can no longer accommodate other people.

To Xiaobai, she just regards him as a partner who can pay for his life, and has no other ideas.

"A little trouble..."

If it is someone else, she can run away directly, so that the other party can no longer find her trace. In this way, under the baptism of time, some feelings that should not be generated will naturally fade.

But Xiaobai

There is no estrangement.

"Forget it. Have time to talk openly."

Just now she was a little flustered, so she ran away with no responsibility.

She was amused to think that she was more than a thousand years old, and that she was just like a young girl in love. She felt a little funny when she met a big enemy.

"Is this painting so funny?"

The familiar man's voice suddenly rings out. Cong Yue is startled. She turns her head and sees that it is the person who looks like Duan er. Although

has given the man's identity a question mark in his heart, he suddenly saw the same face as the 21 models.

A few seconds later, she remembered to say, "well What a coincidence. "

Xuanyuan Yue's cold face is even more frightening now.

He was keenly aware that although she was looking at him, her eyes seemed to be looking at others through him.

This feeling, very uncomfortable.

Not wanting this strange atmosphere to continue to spread, he interrupted her gaze: "Your Excellency has not answered."

"Ah? Oh

Cong Yue remembered the question he had just asked, and then she realized that she had come to a painting stand unconsciously.

And the painting she just looked at in a daze was a sunrise.

Sunrise?

Red lips slightly pursed, she looked at the painting carefully.

When she looked at the painting, he looked at her.

After a long time, she withdrew her sight and said, "strange..."

"Strange what?"

The man gave the painting a look, and then he looked at the people beside him again.

It is not surprising that he would look at himself and wait for his response.

Cong Yue didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but said seriously: "this picture of sunrise on the sea is very beautiful."

On the dark blue sea, the sky is still a little dark.

A touch of sky tears the clouds and dispels the darkness.

Generally speaking, this kind of painting expresses a kind of vigorous optimism, which can make people feel the vitality.

But

She was about to say the following words, but Yurong, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly couldn't help but sneer: "if you can't explain why, you can only perfunctorily use the beauty of artistic conception? You are too good

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

It was a familiar chill.

Whenever he has this feeling, it means

The young master was angry.

Cong Yue didn't notice Yurong's mistake and didn't care about the man's words.

Seeing that the young master was still looking at her, as if waiting for her to solve her doubts, she continued: "the artistic conception is beautiful, but I guess that the creator should be in a bad situation when drawing this painting."

The sun is full of vitality. But the overall tone of this painting is dark, even if it is just a glimmer of sky light, it is also dark. As if in the mind of the painter, hiding in the clouds is not 10% hope, but the unknown opportunity of coexistence of hope and crisis. "With every word she said, Xuanyuan Yue's eyes changed a little.

It is always the condensation of the moon Yurong, but also changed the face.

He quickly looked at the painting, and secretly looked at the boy, and hurriedly lowered his eyes, and dared not reveal too much emotion.

The condensed moon seems to have not felt the emotional changes of the master and servant. She carefully looked at the picture, and a little doubt appeared in her eyes: "and, I always feel, the heart of the painter seems to be missing something."