New Year's Eve is more lively than yesterday. There are continuous sounds of firecrackers early in the morning, and a silver-armored girl jumped onto the eaves to sweep the snow, laughing.

Qiu Jiang sat in front of the mirror and dressed up.

She has always been bland and dressed simply. At this moment, she changed into a new vermilion dress and her whole body immediately became different.

Qiu Jiang looked at herself in the mirror, as if she saw a little girl in white sitting upright in front of the mirror, her eyes bright and curious; then, the white clothes turned into green clothes, and the eight or nine-year-old girl also turned into twelve or twelve years old, with a timid and cowardly look gentle; then, the green clothes turned into monk's robe, and grew into a hippie and smiled heartless look at the age of eighteen or nineteen...

Finally, I returned to the vermilion, and I put on my hair and applied rouge, and had the breath of fireworks.

Qiu Jiang stretched out her finger and pressed it on her face in the mirror, murmured: "The spring dew is not stained, and the autumn frost does not change its stripes... It's just an agate made of ghost blood..."

After saying that, he backhanded and covered the mirror.

***

After the snow was swept away, the girls in silver armor left. There were not many servants in the grass and wood residence, and some were put home for the New Year, leaving only a few homeless people.

Among these people, Jiao Buqi was the one who was in charge.

When Qiu Jiang saw him, she remembered that she had not seen Meng Buli for many days. Could it be that she had followed Xie Changyan? Strangely, the King of Yan wanted to protect Xie Changyan, why didn’t he assign his own guards, but instead transferred people from Feng Xiaoya? And Xie Changyan, after losing his identity as a quasi-queen queen, he was just an ordinary daughter of Qingliu. Why did he send Meng Buli to protect her?

No matter what, it’s better if you leave. The fewer people live in the grass and wood at this moment, the better it is for her.

Qiu Jiang walked into the main hall, and the ginger flowers were about to bloom, but they still didn't bloom. She added a lot of hot water to the ditch, and the steaming water vapor made her vision confused.

Qiu Jiang stood by the door and stared at the hazy Jianghuamen until Jiao Buqi came to invite her: "Madam, the dinner is ready. Please come over."

Qiu Jiang nodded, put down the water spoon, got up and left, walked a few steps, but turned around and looked at the flowers again, but it still didn't bloom.

She no longer hesitated and followed Jiao Buqi out of the yard and came to the yard where Feng Letian lived. At this moment, the door of the flower hall was half open, and a melodious sound of piano came from inside. Qiu Jiang knew it was Feng Xiaoya playing it.

The sound of the piano is soothing and smooth, which means that his mood is also very relaxed and happy. He also brought some excitement and expectation, which made the listener of the piano feel happy.

Qiu Jiang squeezed out her smile and lifted the curtain and walked in.

The flower hall was decorated with lights and everyone had seats. Feng Letian, who was the main seat, rolled up his sleeves and was cooking soup in a small stove. While cooking, he greeted Qiu Jiang and said, "One day, come on, come on, sit by my side, let's have a drink."

Gong Xiaohui, who was sitting next to Feng Xiaoya, immediately said: "You can only drink three cups."

Feng Letian showed a hint of embarrassment. Gong Xiaohui frowned and was about to say something. Feng Letian hurriedly interrupted her: "Okay, okay, just drink three cups! Three cups!"

Qiu Jiang walked over and knelt beside him.

Gong Xiaohui then withdrew her gaze, took out a flute from her sleeve, and blew it up with Feng Xiaoya's tune.

Feng Xiaoya is concentrating on playing the piano, without any distraction, and the melody becomes more and more light and joyful.

In addition to him, there were Jiao Buqi and two old servants in the hall who were watching Qiu Jiang look at him, a total of seven people.

Feng Letian greeted: "Everyone tastes while it's hot, I'm making the dishes today."

An old servant said, "The prime minister's cooking skills are the best in the world!"

Another old servant kicked him and said disdainfully: "Flame."

"If you have a genus, don't eat it!"

"I'm not!" Seeing the two of them quarreled, Gong Xiaohui, who was playing the flute, had to stop and drink: "You two, let me go out if you quarreled again!"

The two old servants shrank together and immediately closed their mouths and stopped talking.

It seems that these two were servants brought back by Gong Xiaohui. No wonder they had never seen them before. When Qiu Jiang was thinking casually, she heard Feng Letian ask her: "Ninety-one, do you drink soup?"

"OK."

Feng Letian spooned out of the cup and handed it to Qiujiang. Qiujiang smelled a familiar fragrance and drank it again, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

Feng Letian blinked at her, and the two exchanged a touch of harmony.

Feng Letian sprinkled a few green onions into it: "This soup has been stewed for a long time, so I have to drink it while it's hot."

"Yes, father-in-law." Qiu Jiang held the bowl and thought, boiled the wine as water and added a pile of vegetable leaves to it, and Feng Letian could do this.

But his cooking skills are really good. With so many messy things added, the wine is actually quite delicious.

The sky was getting darker outside the window, and the lights in the hall swayed, making Feng Xiaoya sit on the east side playing the piano, and she was like jade.

After a slippery tune, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qiu Jiang. His expression was solemn, but it was bright and bright, without hiding his affection.

Qiu Jiang's heart suddenly felt a sensation. The soup bowl in her hand was about to sprinkle, and Feng Letian reached out to hold her firmly.

In her sight, Feng Letian smiled at her: "It's okay."

Qiu Jiang's gaze blurred, like boiling soup on the stove, desperately trying to overflow. At this moment, Feng Xiaoya's piano suddenly stopped: "Who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the candles in the hall were extinguished, including the stove, and were extinguished by the water.

As the world suddenly became dark, several winds jumped in from the outside.

Feng Xiaoya reached out and pulled Gong Xiaohui behind her, plucked the piano backhand, and hit a certain place. The place immediately let out a muffled groan.

Gong Xiaohui took the opportunity to take out the flint from her arms and polish it "sniff". When the fire light came on, Feng Xiaoya saw four more people in the hall.

A sound of wind came, and the flint light suddenly disappeared. Gong Xiaohui was hit by something and exclaimed.

"Hide!" Feng Xiaoya said, then threw the zither towards the source of the wind. At the same time, she pulled out a soft sword from the zither and fought with the other party.

There was no trace of light in the dark room, and heavy breathing and messy fighting sounds sounded from time to time in the dark flower hall.

Feng Xiaoya felt that the other party was using a knife, and the speed was extremely fast, so she used a drag and dragged the other party's knife with a soft sword. The man gradually became impatient, and his moves became more and more fierce.

Feng Xiaoya finally found the loophole, curled the blade with one sword, and shook it, and the other party's knife suddenly took off his hand and threw it to the ground, making a crisp clanging sound.

Feng Xiaoya was about to pursue the victory when Qiu Jiang suddenly heard a muffled groan in a corner. Feng Xiaoya immediately turned around and rushed over, kicking over there. She didn't know how many miscellaneous items were kicking over, but when he arrived there, a big net fell from the sky and tied him up tightly.

Then, light the candle with one pair of hands and insert the candle into a lampstand.

The entire flower hall has restored a meager light.

I saw a mess in the hall, Jiao Buqi, Gong Xiaohui and two old servants fell to the ground and were unconscious.

The one who lit the candle was a fat white man in his forties, with a sick face and two big bags of eyes. Beside him was a young man in his twenties, shaped like a bamboo pole, holding one of his hands, and blood kept dripping from his tiger's mouth. He was injured by Feng Xiaoya's strings from the beginning.

In addition, there was a young man who looked as well as a little girl, but his expression was full of hostility. He glared at Feng Xiaoya fiercely, walked over and picked up the knife on the ground, and the knife had been rolled up.

One person sighed on the crossbar: "Blade, your knife is so crisp."

Feng Xiaoya looked up at the person who was talking. She was a young man with a round face and slender eyes. When she smiled, she narrowed into two straight lines, looking very kind: "Hong He Gong's martial arts are indeed well-known."

Feng Xiaoya ignored him and continued to search for him, but no Qiu Jiang or father. Where have they been? Have they entered the inner room?

"In the end, I have to rely on me, haha." The young man with a round face smiled and grabbed the top of the huge net and jumped down. He didn't know what he pressed, but the net tightened. Feng Xiaoya used a thousand-pound pendant to nail both feet to the ground, so he didn't drag it down.

The young man with a round face could not drag him, nor did he force him to hang the hook at the top of the giant net onto the pillar, walked to the knife-holding boy, and saw that he was still feeling distressed, he said, "Don't feel distressed, have done the errand, let the seventh master use his full throne to give you a heavy blow, so that he can keep it without rolling the blade."

Feng Xiaoya's expression suddenly changed: "Is Qiu Jiang who called you here?"

The young man with a round face smiled and combed his hair: "Or what if? On New Year's Eve, who would be willing to travel thousands of miles away..."

Feng Xiaoya stopped talking, as if she was hit hard.

The young man with a round face looked at his pale face and smiled maliciously: "You don't have to feel so uncomfortable. You are not the first idiot to fall into the Qizhu. What were those names before? Li Chen? Yuan..."

The coughing man suddenly said, "Do your business."

"Okay, okay..." The young man with a round face smiled and looked around and said, "Where has the Seventh Lord gone?"

At this time, Jiao Buqi on the ground moaned a few times and struggled.

The young man with a round face raised his eyebrows: "Oh, after sucking Nan Ke's dream, he can still wake up so quickly. He is worthy of being a disciple from our Silver Sect."

Feng Xiaoya looked at the candles that had been extinguished in the hall - these candles were passive and added with Miyu? Who made them? Qiu Jiang?

The young man with a round face smiled and looked back at Feng Xiaoya: "It is said that you are not poisonous, it seems that it is true. Nan Ke Yimeng has no effect on you at all."

Feng Xiaoya pursed her lips tightly, and her face turned pale even more.

Jiao Buqi saw the situation in front of him clearly, and he was about to get up as soon as he drew his sword, but was stepped back to the ground by the young man with a round face.

Feng Xiaoya said in a deep voice: "Let him go."

The young man with a round face smiled: "Yes." As he said, his feet were getting harder and harder, almost the sound of bone shattering could be heard.

Feng Xiaoya lowered her eyes and suddenly rushed towards the person with the net, but stopped one foot away from him - the length of the net hook was not enough.

The young man with a round face smiled more and more happily, but his feet were a little harder, looking like you could do anything to me.

At this moment, the two old servants who were unconscious on the side jumped up, and their hands were like lightning. One of them grabbed one of the round-faced young man's arm, and only a few clicks were heard, and his arms immediately broke.

The young man with a round face had no time to exclaim, Jiao Buqi on the ground hugged his feet, and another click, his left foot was broken.

The coughing man reacted very quickly, and waved his sleeves and flew out several white lights and rushed towards the old servant. The young man with the knife even leaped to Feng Xiaoya, trying to hijack him.

Feng Xiaoya was in the net, but her body was folded in vain and rolled up like a ball, avoiding it. At the same time, Jiao Buqi had already pulled over and slashed at the boy's back with a knife.

Everything happened very quickly. The only candle was swept by the wind and was extinguished. The flower hall fell into darkness again.

A moment later, the sound of flint knocking sounded softly, followed by a flame, and this time the person who lighted the lamp was Feng Xiaoya.

The situation inside the house reversed.

The young man with a round face was stepped on by Jiao Buqi, his limbs were broken, and he was so painful that he was exhausted. The man who was injured in the tiger's mouth was even more fainted and fainted. The knife was held by an old servant's backhand; the only man who was coughing was left, standing alone against the pillar, coughing more and more rapidly.

Feng Xiaoya re-lit each lamp with a candle.
To be continued...