Chapter 263 (1/2)

Yi Xiaoqiao carried the wine through the streets and carefully came to the back door of the palace.

According to her observation in the previous month, the gatekeeper would find a place to drink at night at the back door of the palace. It should be unattended. She listened to the door for a while and made sure there was no sound inside. Then she carefully opened the door and bolted it in.

He closed the door and went straight to Hehuan house.

Yi Xiaoqiao doesn't know whether all people in love are tangled like herself. While thinking that she should stay away from Mu Yian, she can't help but want to know how he is doing.

Carrying wine, he walked into Hehuan house.

It was in March that the acacia tree in the Acacia home had just grown tender buds, the swing was rusty, and the room was dark.

There was no one. Instead, she was relieved and boldly entered the room. The room was still tasted of elegant fragrance, which was familiar to her. It belonged to Mu Yi'an and had the effect of refreshing incense.

Yi Xiaoqiao put the wine and went straight to the desk facing the door. The books on the desk were neat. She carefully looked through them and couldn't help moving when she saw the paper under the books.

Haven't Mu Yian been here? Why is this thing still pressed here!

She quickly took it out and turned it over. Because her writing was too bad, she was afraid that Mu Yi'an could not understand it or read it disorderly. Before writing, she compiled page numbers. She had just turned a few pages, but she saw that the page numbers of one page were disordered. She was just trying to look carefully. Suddenly, she felt a cold wind sweep across her back neck. Yi Xiaoqiao reacted quickly and grabbed the paper on the table and threw it away.

Pieces of paper were flying around.

In the dark, she couldn't see who the visitor was. She just felt that his martial arts methods were vaguely familiar. It seemed that she could predict what his next step was.

Yi Xiaoqiao dodged and was gradually forced into the corner.

When the man rushed over again, Yi Xiaoqiao was unavoidable. After all, she was not a Wulin expert. She just practiced boxing for a few days. After all, she couldn't compare with those who practiced martial arts all the year round. She was pressed in the corner.

”Mu Yian!”

She couldn't move, but she finally knew who this man was, Mu Yi'an, his taste, and his martial arts skills.

The other party really stopped.

In the dark, some silent things are flowing slowly, which is not only his emotion, but also Yi Xiaoqiao's emotion.

”Mu Yian...”

Mu Yi'an's hand was like electricity on her neck. Before Yi Xiaoqiao's words were spoken, his body was soft and fell into his arms.

Yi Xiaoqiao seems to have a dream, a little beautiful dream. In the dream, she and Mu Yian love each other and grow old together.

Slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was pain. Her neck seemed to be so painful that it was pierced. She raised her hand to cover her neck and blinked hard. Only then did she recover the Qingming in front of her eyes.

The purpose is a familiar gauze curtain, snow white, with several hibiscus flowers painted on it.

She blinked, looked through the gauze curtain and fell into the room. The familiar figure who had appeared in her dream was sitting at the table. There was a mouthful of wine, and the smell of wine floated into her nose.

That's the smell of green bamboo leaves.

Yi Xiaoqiao sat up with her body. Her neck still hurt faintly. She pursed her lips and turned pale again: ”you're too cruel.”

As soon as the voice fell, he felt a gust of wind coming on his face, and the gauze curtain moved. He had come to her.