Shura smiles

Chapter 4

Ying Lian is still wearing a white dress now, it is different from usual, it is a bit more luxurious, presumably it was custom-made for the wedding, the brocade robe is made of high-quality material, and the cuffs are even more delicately carved, at this moment, Ying Lian, There was a little more anger on his face.

It's just that Jian Yan doesn't have the mind to take care of these things at the moment, he can only stare at the sword, he doesn't know what Ying Lian is going to do.

Jian Yan's wedding dress was gorgeous crimson, with gold trimmings, and navy blue carvings on the cuffs.The surroundings of the courtyard are all dark, and the breathing of any creature cannot be heard. In the world, only the white and the red can be seen.

"Brother Yan, how about Lian'er dancing for you? The 32 moves of Yingyan swordsmanship, this is the first time, maybe the last time I will dance for you."

Jian Yan couldn't speak, his heart was about to jump out, he really wanted to go up and grab the sword and hug him.This sword dance will definitely kill Ying Lian.

The sword has been unsheathed, the sword is cold and cold, the first move is red and flying.

Ying Lian raised the sword, like cherry blossoms brushing the clothes, the sleeves fluttering, although it is a man's body, it is better than a woman's tenderness.

In the second form, the river flower wins the fire.Yinglian climbed up the eaves, like a flying swallow, landed lightly, and turned back her long sleeves.

The third type, the crape myrtle flower remains.Ying Lian leaned over, the sword cut through the air, her wrist was weak and then raised low...

The tenth style of Yingyan swordsmanship, Mei Xun Feng Nuan.Ying Lian turned back lightly, "The waist curled up in doubt, and the sleeves were about to fly", her breath began to be unstable, but she could still hold the hilt of the sword, and every time she returned the sword, Ying Lian glanced at Jian Yan and smiled sweetly .

Jian Yan has been crying for a long time, with tears in his eyes, as if back when he was a child, Lian Er picked up a heart-shaped cherry blossom petal, put it in his palm, then ran away with a smile.

No.11 style, catkins pile smoke.Ying Lian chased the wind and slanted to the west, turning around a few times, and the white clothes reflected the snow like flowers flying.The blue eyes were still smiling, without any mess.

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Yingyan Sword Art No. 20, watched Fang Chen off, halfway through 32, Ying Lian began to lose strength, forced the blood in his mouth, and did not hesitate in his sword steps.

From Jian Yan's eyes, it is known that Lian'er's meridians have been disturbed by the sword energy, and the whole set of sword skills may not be able to finish dancing.

Seeing the silver hair fluttering around his head, it seemed that he was back to the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Lian Er climbed up the tree, but he took away the ladder and couldn't get down. ", unexpectedly slipped down from the tree trunk, Jian Yan knew that something was wrong, his head was blank for a while, and he instinctively stepped forward to catch it. At that time, Lian'er's hair was like this, the hairpins were scattered, leaving only a mess, Tears were still half in the eyes, how can a "distressed" be clear about that scene.

No.30 style, red morning and green evening.Ying Lian vomits blood, No. 30 one style, the soul of Leng Yuehua.Ying Lian finally couldn't bear the pain, the sword flew down, Ying Lian clutched his chest, still unable to calm down the severe pain all over his body, he only shouted "Brother Yan... Lian Er..."

At this moment, Jian Yan had already broken through the acupoints, and rushed forward desperately, hugging him, her baby-pity blue eyes were no longer as bright as they were, and they might disperse in a while.

"Lianer, Lianer! Look at me, look at me!"

"Brother Yan... Lian'er... I couldn't finish the last dance for you." Ying Lian still smiled, but unexpectedly blood welled up in her heart, and she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Lian'er, don't talk! Please don't talk!"

"Finally, I still can't let it go." Yinglian smiled, more beautifully than ever, he usually only smiled lightly, but now, facing Jianyan, he was happy.

When she was a child, Ying Lian suffered from a serious illness. At first, everyone thought that there was nothing she could do to recover, but in the end she walked back from the gate of hell.At that time, when he was young, he said that when he died, he would turn into a butterfly and fly away, and was finally buried in a flower tomb.

"Finally, I still can't keep you."

"Lian'er!!..."

Behind the gate of the other courtyard, red dresses and brocade clothes were worn, and the hijab was lifted. The bride tied her hair and her hair was dazzling.A moment ago, my heart felt a little cramped.

He was finally dead, and finally he would not rob me, but suddenly felt—— very sad.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, at Yingjian Villa, Ms. Yinglian and the new owner Jianyan held a wedding. Heroes from all walks of life came here to celebrate. At that time, the new owner, Jian Yan, will host the meeting on behalf of Yingjian Villa...

In the capital of flowers in March, the cherry blossoms begin to shine, and the whole city seems to be painted red. Too many cherry blossoms gather together, which makes people's eyes sour.

A carriage slowly drove through the downtown area. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary carriage, but no matter from the exquisite workmanship of its carvings and door curtains, it all showed the noble status of the owner. The woman driving the horse was as beautiful as a flower, but she was not like ordinary women. She is so weak, but anyone with a little kung fu background can see that she has a martial arts cultivation that does not match her age, but who knows that this maid is so unfathomable, so who is in the carriage?

The carriage stopped in front of the Wind and Rain Building, and everyone couldn't help but stop to see the face of the owner in the carriage. A slender woman came down, and she was even more stunning than the woman driving the horse. People couldn't help but sigh, only such a woman is worthy Such carriages and such servants.Unexpectedly, when the woman got out of the car, she didn't go directly into the Fengyu Tower, but turned around and raised half of the curtain, bowing her eyebrows respectfully.

"Master, we are here."

The bystanders exclaimed in surprise, who is the owner in the carriage?

The man in the car was covered with a white gauze, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he couldn't take his eyes off those strange blue eyes no matter what. On his fair cheeks, there was a cherry blossom mole under the corner of his right eye, which was looming under the white gauze.Although it can be seen that he is a man, it can't help but make people think that using the word "beautiful" to describe him, it must be suitable for him.

The man didn't look at his maid, but just nodded slightly.

"Then stay here for tonight."

The Wind and Rain Building is the largest actor's hall in Huadu, but secretly it is the information collection station of the Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley.

On the flower stand, on the left side is an actor playing the pipa. The woman is dressed in a purple dress with fine gauze covering her face. Her slender fingers are gently plucking the strings. The embroidered skirt is scattered on the floor in the shape of a blooming epiphyllum. The three-inch golden lotus is hidden in the skirt. Under the corner, the silver hairpin is adorned with purple beads, occasionally reflecting the light in the hall.The sound of the piano floated across the stands and across the beams, without any noise, everyone listened to her singing, elegant with a little desolation, read some nostalgia, read some absurdity.

The dancer followed the tune, and her soft and graceful dance drew everyone's attention to her. After being amazed, they couldn't help but look at the appearance of the pipa girl.What kind of fairy face should be under the veil.

After the song was over, the players all retreated behind the flower stage, and the pipa girl accompanied by the maid went back to the attic. The applause continued until they all disappeared from sight.I heard that this girl is now the number one player in Fengfenglou. Apart from playing the pipa, she is also proficient in everything, but she has never seen any guests. Except for the landlord, no guest can enter her boudoir.To be able to be so noble must have a lot of backing.

Behind the screen, the dancer from earlier entered the room and knelt down on one knee.

"Second Young Master, Gu Master has arrived at the Wind and Rain Building."

"Go down and tell brother to go directly to my room."

"Yes." The dancer quietly retreated.

"Lian'er." Luo Feng entered the door, looking at the "woman" who had just taken off her veil.

Ying Lian saw Luo Feng's figure in the mirror, turned around, and smiled innocently: "Brother, why are you here?"

"The spies at Yingjian Villa said they have new information, so I'll drop by to see you."

Hearing Yingjian Mountain Villa, Yinglian's eyes dimmed immediately, but returned to normal within a moment.

Luo Feng also took off the white gauze, revealing a face that was [-]% similar to Ying Lian. Although he was beautiful, he was half a head taller than Ying Lian, and his lines were more resolute.

"Lian'er, are you still not letting go? Next month, you will accompany me to attack the Yingjian Villa."

"No, brother, I won't think about it anymore. I can't let my brother bear the hatred of Baiguihuagu alone. Even if Yingjian Villa has raised me for 17 years, I won't have half of it."

From the moment of his death, there is no half relationship, and there will be no trace of him in Yingjian Villa.

Since childhood, except for Jian Yan, few people in the village have looked at him seriously, even the servants, in their eyes, this young master is just a waste, not favored by the owner of the villa, and suffering from illnesses, it is impossible to inherit the great responsibility of the villa.Furthermore, Miss Yinglian is talented and intelligent, good at martial arts, and has won the master's true biography, so she can't get used to this weak brother.

"Lian'er, it's hard for you, but you must not forget how our mother died."

The two turned around and looked at a painting on the wall. In the painting was a graceful woman with a gentle smile and a firmness in her brows, unlike ordinary weak women.The person in the painting is the same person as the one in the painting in Yingzhuang Master's secret room.It is also known as Mrs. Ying in the village.