Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

The plum blossoms in the plum blossom forest are in full bloom.The snow-pressed flower branches, clusters of delicate red are covered by the capped white.

The young man in white fox fur stood beside clusters of plum blossom branches, his smiling face could not hide his affection.His white and slender fingers brushed gently over the branches, and the icy snow melted instantly on his warm fingertips.A trace of coolness came from the fingertips, and the young man with exquisite eyebrows couldn't help shrinking his fingers, but he didn't want the water droplets under his fingers to fall on the pink and tender plum petals, making the flower body more and more crystal clear, eye-catching .

"Chang Xia, look quickly!"

Like a naive child eager to share the joy with his playmates, the picturesque young man smiles at the girl who accompanies him as beautifully as the plum blossom on the branch.

He took off the brocade handkerchief from his side, and gently wiped the boy's fingertips that were red from the cold.Su Changxia felt a little helpless on his face, and stretched out his hand to cover the fox fur on the boy's body slightly: "Young master, your injury hasn't healed for a long time, be careful of catching a cold."

With a smile in the corner of his eyes, Feng Ze looked at the fairyland-like beauty all around, and a thought flashed in his mind for a moment.Pushing the hand stove in his hand into the girl's hand, Feng Ze took a step or two back from Su Changxia's suspicious gaze, and then snapped off a cluster of plum blossom branches with his backhand.

"Chang Xia, do you like dancing?" He asked.

Su Changxia froze for a moment: "Huh?"

Holding the flower branch, Feng Ze shook his wrist and said with a smile: "Chang Xia, just look at me."

Tilting his head and standing still for a moment, following the memory buried in his heart, he stretched his arms tentatively, listening to the breeze passing by, and his heart moved with him.

White fur swaying on the ground, black hair fluttering in the breeze, the young man uses the flower branch as a sword, slowly dancing in the sky and the earth.When the wind suddenly picked up, the sound of the rustling wind was like the rhythm of the boy dancing, and the petals flew down all over his head, and the boy's figure gradually became light and elegant. When he turned around and glanced back, the place where the flowing clouds and flowing water looked like an elf emerging from the plum blossom forest .

The boy's temperament also changed at this moment, his slender and tender body seemed to be infused with a new force, tall and straight like a bamboo, and imposing like a rainbow.

Su Changxia stood in the harsh cold wind, and snow water flew down from the branches of plum blossoms to her side, and the shape of a cold plum blossom was deeply and shallowly dissolved on the snow, blooming gorgeously and proudly.

Staring blankly at the vigorous young man dancing under the branches of plum blossoms, she murmured in a trance: "Yao is like Yi shooting down the nine sunsets, and he is like a dragon flying like a group of emperors. Coming like thunder, absorbing wrath, and stopping like rivers and seas condensing the light."

At this moment, she realized that some arrogance was condensed in her bones, and it couldn't be erased or plucked out.It is natural, even if foreign things make this boy put on a gentle and humble disguise, but you can never make him really bow down.

The young man picked up branches and danced, and his momentum gradually changed from light and vigorous to the momentum of opening mountains and opening up mountains. When he was still, he was calm and serene, and when he was moving, he was like thunder. out.Until the flower branches trembled, the petals on the branches fluttered and fell, brushing the hem of the young man's white fur, falling into the white snow, and returning to the dust.

Everything returned to calm, and the young man with slightly disheveled temples smiled, standing among the fluttering petals, as if a fairy had come to the world.

After the sword dance, the two standing not far from the plum blossom forest could not recover for a long time.

Unspeakable emotions surged in Qi Yin's eyes, which seemed to be a melancholy memory.Wei Rufeng was like waking up from a big dream. He stared at the plum blossom forest in a daze for a moment, but then he laughed and clapped his hands together and praised: "This dance should only exist in the sky! Ah Yin, you have picked up a good treasure!"

Pushing aside the plum blossom branches, Wei Rufeng strode not far from the young man who was panting softly.Seeing the little maid on the side staring at him warily, she shrugged her shoulders angrily, indicating that she didn't intend to offend.

"Brother Wei!"

Looking at Qi Yin who was half a step away from the strange man, Feng Ze took two quick steps forward, regardless of his physical exhaustion, but then stopped slowly, just looking at the blue shirt in surprise and shyness, A tall and straight man.

Qi Yin also looked at the young man. He settled down, looked at the young man's rosy cheeks, walked up and carefully closed the loose front for him, then smoothed the somewhat messy hair, and tied a few loose strands of hair on the temples. Behind the boy's ear.

Seeing the young man staring at him unblinkingly with his bright eyes, a slight smile flashed in Qi Yin's eyes, and all the previous misfortunes disappeared like that.Touching the boy's side face, the small warmth almost burned his entire palm.

Even if his teenager fell in love with someone else, so what?He can only be by his side after all, can't he?

"... When was Second Brother Wei here?" Feng Ze asked in a low voice, lightly rubbing against the man's palm.

Qi Yin was about to speak when a laughing voice came in.

"Wei, Er, brother?" Wei Rufeng snapped open the folding fan, glanced at someone with a smile, and then said quietly, "We have followed you for a long time, but you are too selfless in playing." In a helpless gesture, he slapped the wind twice, moved to Su Changxia's side, and said with a smile, "Right?"

"You!" Su Changxia frowned and took a step back.

Feng Ze stared blankly at the two of them, then retracted his gaze, staring at the man in front of him with burning eyes.

Qi Yin was suffocated by the young man's gaze, he settled down, and said, "You danced very well just now, but..." Halfway through his speech, his voice paused, and the expression on his face was a bit complicated. The feeling of melancholy mixed with a trace of sadness welling up in his eyes.

His throat shook twice, and Qi Yin's voice was a little deep and hoarse: "Who taught you that dance? What was your relationship with the Feng Family Army led by General Feng Lifeng?"

Feng Ze raised his head and saw the glimmer of hope in his eyes.He froze for a moment, then shook his head in confusion, as if he didn't know who Feng Li was and who Feng Jiajun was.

Lost emotions crossed his mind, Qi Yin looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression.He sent his subordinates to investigate the boy's life experience, but apart from the few years in Qifeng Tower, the boy's past is almost blank.Looking deeper, it seems more like someone is blocking something in the dark.

He had to doubt the boy, but he had no intention of doubting the boy.

Subconsciously, he could feel that the boy was harmless to him.

Seeing Qi Yin lost in thought, Feng Ze also lowered his head, blinking his eyes very slowly.

Although the original character's martial arts were abolished, every move and style engraved in his bones has never been erased.Although what used to be a real gun has now become a fluffy embroidered pillow, but fortunately what Qi Yin saw was his own embroidered pillow.

The Feng family's swordsmanship has been widely spread among the people of Daqi. Only the similar Feng family's swordsmanship may remind him of some old memories, but it will not make him discover his true identity.

After all, his identity couldn't just be leaked to this man.Whether it is from the mentality of the original character to repay the favor or the obsession with revenge, at least for them, this timing is not suitable.

With a soft sigh in his heart, Feng Ze raised his hand and pulled La Qiyin's cuff out of the principle of pleasing the hero.His body didn't move for a moment, and he was stiffened by the cold wind. Feeling the man's hand covering the back of his hand naturally, he whispered: "Cold." So, don't let your future wife stay with us outside The three old men are blowing cold wind!

The rosiness after the exercise gradually faded away, and the young man showed his slightly pale face after recovering from a serious illness.Qi Yin came back to his senses, felt a little distressed, cursed secretly for being careless, and then leaned in front of the young man to cover him from the wind and snow.

"Go back to the house." Qi Yin said.

Nodding his head, Feng Ze subconsciously looked back at Su Changxia who was being entangled by Wei Rufeng, and suddenly thought of a question.

Why did he stay in the house for more than ten days but this man didn't show up, and when he went out temporarily, or when the road was blocked by heavy snow, this man appeared in a hurry?

Did he come here because he was afraid that he would kidnap his wife?

Feng Ze, who felt that he had come to the truth, glanced secretly at the expressionless man, thinking that the first meeting between Su Changxia and Qi Yin was not pleasant, but if this was actually Qi Yin's one-sided sullen and arrogant Jiao, want to play a show of falling in love and killing each other?

After all, in the original plot, in order to reflect the hero's deep love for the heroine, all the men who had a single date with the heroine in the plot were all cannon fodder by the hero!Among them is Wei Rufeng, the second male lead in the original plot who came here with Qi Yin just now and is still entangled with the heroine.

Don't ask him why he can recognize this male lead who has never met the original character - if the eldest son of the Wei family can restrain his provocative smile, and then use that handle that can blow out ice in winter If you throw away your folding fan.

If one word is used to describe Wei Rufeng, it would probably be #装力如风，常从亲身#.

Don't be too graphic.

For some reason, Feng Ze suddenly laughed out loud.

The low and pleasant laughter reached Qi Yin's ears, he turned his head, and at first glance, the spring was just right, the brows and eyes of his delighted young man were curved, and his charm was in full bloom.

"Oh, don't go." Wei Rufeng stopped Su Changxia from following the young man's footsteps, and said with a cheap smile, "I have discussed it with your master, you will be the young master from now on. My little maid!"

Su Changxia didn't bother to talk to this ruffian, so he just passed Wei Rufeng and gave him a supercilious look.

"I said you are so courageous, you girl, how dare you ignore me!" Wei Rufeng shouted when he saw the girl walking far away.

Not far away, Qi Yin looked back in surprise, Feng Ze also stopped and turned around curiously.

"Young master, wait for me, your hand stove." Holding the hem of her skirt, Su Changxia hurriedly caught up with the two, and handed out the stove she was holding in her hand.

Looking thoughtfully at Wei Rufeng in the distance, who was somewhat distraught, Qi Yin shook his head for the people around him.He embraced the young man beside him, separated Su Changxia from him, and then said in a flat voice: "Since you are a woman, you can take this hand stove."

As for the boy's hands, let him warm them.

The author has something to say: Su Changxia: Young master, I will warm the stove for you.

Qi Yin: Stupid woman, don't use the things you touched to please my boy╭(╯^╰)╮Wei Rufeng: This is absolutely differential treatment!

Feng Ze: What happened?