It was cold back then

The gloomy sky with dark clouds and strong winds is a sign of impending rain.

On the sea, there is a magnificent ship floating quietly.

On the shore, the girl in black stood upright with her long sword in her arms, her eyes resting on the giant wheel for a long time.

There were footsteps gradually approaching behind her, Lan Xin tilted her head slightly, her eyes touched the person coming, her figure shook for a moment.

Shi Yingrong quickened her pace to support her, with a concerned expression: "What's wrong?"

Lan Xin coughed for a while, then shook her head: "No problem."

Shi Yingrong snorted coldly: "The time is coming, and she didn't give you the antidote?"

Lan Xin couldn't hide her weakness: "Recently, there is something wrong with the pavilion master, maybe he forgot, and I can't take the initiative to mention it."

"What's wrong?" Shi Yingrong said disdainfully, "What could be wrong with her?"

Lan Xin revealed a look of reminiscence: "Ten years ago, the Pavilion Master went to Sheng'an City to look for Miss Yue once. After returning, she seemed to be a different person. She seldom spoke and was a little scary. The disciples tried to avoid her as much as possible."

Shi Yingrong thought about her words for a moment, and said with a sneer: "It can't be because of some unpleasantness with that girl. A cold-blooded and ruthless person surnamed Meng is still unhappy about love?"

"Whether you'll get into the drama too deeply," Lan Xin said, "It's hard to say."

Even with her face covered, she could tell that her complexion was not good. There was a rare weakness in her usually calm and calm brows. Shi Yingrong looked at her, raised her leg and said, "I'll ask her for the antidote."

Lan Xin stretched out her hand to stop her: "No hurry, I can still hold on."

Shi Yingrong gritted her teeth, and said in a harsh tone: "You don't want to die? It doesn't matter whether she is in a good mood or not, your body is more important than anything else!"

Lan Xin comforted her with words: "Zhengchou has no one to vent his anger. If you go over at this time, don't you rush to hit the muzzle of the gun?"

Shi Yingrong was quite irritable: "Do you want me to watch you suffer?"

While the sea breeze was blowing, the corner of the veil was raised, revealing a slight smile on her lips, Lan Xin said softly: "It's not the first time, don't worry, I can hold on."

But as soon as the words fell, she suddenly coughed violently, and soon, she saw that the black veil was suddenly wet.

Shi Yingrong's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly reached out to touch her. Seeing her move, Lan Xin hurriedly took two steps back, trying to avoid it, but she couldn't stop Shi Yingrong's swift movements. The veil was lifted.

A delicate and young face appeared in the field of vision in an instant, the outline was clear and soft, the complexion was a little too white, faintly revealing the morbid state of a person who had been ill for a long time, and there were traces of blood stains on the tightly pressed lips. She looked haggard and weak.

If the beautiful eyebrows and eyes are ignored, this face can only be regarded as well-behaved, without the charm of a beauty, but it is better than young and green, and it does not have the meaning of a young man.

The high ponytail was neatly combed, a few strands of messy hair on the front of the forehead were blown away by the sea breeze, the eyes hidden behind the hair were extremely flustered, Lan Xin's first reaction was to look around, seeing that there was no one else here, she felt a little relieved Still raised his arms to cover his face.

She was a little annoyed: "You - reckless!"

The black gauze was gripped tightly, with blood stains on the palm.

With a sullen face, Shi Yingrong raised her hand and waved Lan Xin's arm away: "I'm coughing up blood, but I'm still showing off!"

Lan Xin paused, and decisively snatched back the veil.

"I said, I'm fine."

The lowered eyes were shining with light, and there was a crescent-shaped imprint not far from the eyes, which looked like a drop of tears.

Seeing the imprint clearly, Shi Yingrong's complexion suddenly softened.

She sighed: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Lan Xin stuffed the bloody veil into her bosom, took another clean one and put it on, completely covering up the brand mark.

"Nonsense, we can see each other every day."

Shi Yingrong looked at her, and said softly, "I mean I haven't seen your face for a long time."

Lan Xin glanced at her, frowned slightly: "It's a big taboo to take off the veil, don't do this in the future."

Shi Yingrong smiled: "It looks good."

Lan Xin said nothing, but her expression showed joy.

"I won't tell you, I have something else to do."

After she finished speaking, she flew towards the customs.

Shi Yingrong looked at her back, the gentle smile just now disappeared in an instant, she turned her head to look at the giant ship on the sea, and hummed to herself.

The sea breeze swept across mercilessly, and the world seemed to be shrouded in melancholy clouds, only the sound of the wind was heard, and no human words were heard.

Inside the boat, a beauty in red was looking out of the window. The cold wind came from the window, and there was a lot of noise in the ear, but it couldn't cover up the "cracking" sound from the pieces of drawing paper on the wooden table beside her.

Moving the gaze to that place, one can see clearly that there are only two paintings on the drawing paper on the table, one is a portrait, and the other is indescribable. Other than that, it is all spotless white paper.

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, and several lightning bolts like silver dragons spread across the sky. When the wind became more violent, torrential rain followed.

The world suddenly became noisy and unbearable.

A maid rushed over from the boat and hurriedly closed the wooden windows.

In front of the only remaining window, the beauty remained motionless, with her back standing upright.

After hesitating again and again, the maid finally asked anxiously: "Can the pavilion master move you inside?"

No one answered.

The maid wanted to ask again, but another maid hurriedly winked at her.

"Go get a rag and clean up the water stains on the ground!"

Only then did the maid react, and the two quickly took the wooden basin and rag, and wiped it on the spot.

Under the gust of wind and torrential rain, the place where the beauty stood was soon soaked, but she never left for a long time.

"Why doesn't the pavilion master move?"

"Shh! Be quiet!"

"It's raining like this, I'm afraid I'll get a cold from the wind..."

"Do your thing! Don't talk too much!"

……

The whispering stopped quickly, and the two buried their heads in wiping the floor, not daring to speak again.

The window was closed in time, the water stains on the ground were not too much, but half a basin had accumulated, the maid twisted the rag in her hand, picked up the wooden basin and planned to leave, but she was about to stand up straight, when her feet suddenly slipped, the maid With a very soft exclamation, he hastily stabilized his figure, but he staggered and knocked over the wooden basin in his hand.

The filthy and dirty water was poured away, and without exception, the drawing paper on the table was immediately soaked.

The ink diffused at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two paintings turned into an indistinguishable halo in the blink of an eye.

The blood faded away like a tide, the maid's face turned pale, and her body stiffened uncontrollably.

Subconsciously, she turned her head and looked towards the window, expecting to see a familiar figure from behind, but when she shifted her gaze, the first thing that caught her eyes was a pair of extremely cold eyes.

With a sound of "Boom!", the wooden basin fell to the ground, and the maid knelt down in panic, trembling all over.

"Slaves, slaves and maidservants have no intentions, please forgive me, Pavilion Master!"

Still haven't heard a response.

After a long time, out of the corner of my eye, the bright red skirt is slowly approaching.

The maid was frightened, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"I beg the pavilion master to be merciful, the servant girl's feet slipped for a while, it was not intentional!"

The soft red dress dragged the floor, Meng Qing glanced at the table, then bent down and squatted down in front of the table, without saying a word, he grabbed the maid's neck fiercely.

The long jet-black hair was drenched, with water dripping from the tips of the hair one after another, and the unstoppable face showed no expression at all, but the aura that came out was like a thousand-year-old black ice, almost freezing people's lives.

"court death?"

The deep voice, the slow speed of speaking, smelled very intimidating.

The maid was terrified, and the feeling of suffocation gradually climbed to her head, causing a dizziness.

Seeing this, another maid hurriedly kowtowed: "Pavilion Master calm down!"

"Calm down?" Meng Qing looked at her coolly, "Do you know how precious that painting is?"

The little face was flushed from the suffocation, and the veins on the neck were exposed. The maid was in great pain from being pinched, but she tried her best not to struggle.

She has been with her for a long time, and she knows very well in her heart that once she has the intention of resisting, she will only die faster.

The strength in his hand remained unabated, as if he wanted to strangle the person directly, the corners of Meng Qing's lips were tightly pursed, and there was strong anger in his eyes.

"Take your life to pay for it."

The five fingers were deeply sunken into the flesh, causing boundless pain. The maid subconsciously opened her mouth wide, making an indistinct sound from her throat, and her eyes gradually began to sag.

On one side, another maid was still begging for mercy, blood dripped from her forehead, and soon covered her face.

Suddenly, Youdao's crisp voice suddenly emerged from his mind.

"Stop killing innocent people!"

The cold look froze for a moment, and Meng Qing was slightly stunned.

"If you do bad things, you will not end well!"

There seemed to be a young, childish face in front of my eyes, which had changed from the bright and charming face of the past. That face was full of resentment and hatred, and the usual clear eyes were no longer smiling, and tears welled up In the meantime, there is only strange hatred.

The face in my mind overlapped with the face in front of me, and the expression of pain was somewhat similar.

Meng Qing unconsciously let go of her hand, and the maid fell down and fainted immediately.

As the cold wind howled, the red dress seemed to lose its vitality in an instant, the long hair was wet and messy, and the person showed a different kind of beauty, but inexplicably tinged with a bit of desolation and desolation.

The other maid looked at her in surprise.

After a long time, the emotion in his eyes dissipated, and he became cold and arrogant again. Meng Qing stood up, his eyes swept across the wet drawing paper.

"Come on."

After speaking, several guards walked in immediately.

"What is the order of the pavilion master?"

Gently stroking the drawing paper with her fingertips, Meng Qing said indifferently: "Drag it out, kill it."

Without hesitation, several guards immediately dragged the unconscious maid overboard.

In this situation, continuing to beg for mercy would only be asking for trouble. Although the other maid wanted to but was powerless, she had to get up from the ground and leave in a hurry.

"Even if I die, I won't like people like you!"

The familiar voice sounded in my mind again.

His long eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his beautiful face was terribly gloomy.

"Wait!"

Hearing the sound, several guards stopped at the door immediately.

"Leave her alive."

As soon as this remark came out, the guards and the maid all showed unbelievable expressions. Looking at each other, no one dared to say more, and they all responded and disappeared into the cabin.

At the same time, another woman in a brocade robe came in from outside the boat.

Seeing the murderous intent on that face that had not been completely annihilated, Shi Yingrong paused slightly, but looked down at the dried blood on the palm of her hand, and said from a distance: "The antidote."

Originally, she was prepared to be deliberately ignored by this person, but Meng Qing did not say a word for the first time, and without even looking at her, Ling Kong threw a small medicine bottle towards her.

Shi Yingrong was slightly surprised, but she was not ready to thank her, she took the medicine bottle and turned around to leave.

But she had only taken a step when she heard Meng Qing's voice behind her.

"I have something to ask you."

Shi Yingrongfu turned to the inside of the boat again, with a bad expression on his face: "What are you asking?"

Meng Qing sat down at the table and said lightly, "Four years ago, why did you agree to send Lan Xin here?"

When mentioning the past, Shi Yingrong was slightly startled, and then said coldly: "You don't find it ridiculous to ask this question? Isn't it all thanks to you!"

The corners of her lips twitched, revealing a very shallow smile. Meng Qing raised her eyes to look at her, and spoke calmly: "I gave you another choice, and it's your own fault."

Shi Yingrong tightly squeezed the medicine bottle in her hand, and said with hatred: "Father has worked so hard all his life, how could I hand it over to you for nothing?"

"That's why you are willing to put her in a cage," Meng Qing smiled contemptuously, "It can be seen that you are just using her like this."

Shi Yingrong's eyes dimmed, but she quickly returned to normal: "I was forced to do nothing," she said, looking at Meng Qing for a while, and her words were sharp, "You are the cruel and ruthless person. If you want to use it, who can use it?" Comparable to you?"

Meng Qing looked at her from a distance, pinching the drawing paper on the table with her fingers unconsciously, "It's just a high-sounding excuse, and using it is using it, deceiving yourself and others."

Hearing this, Shi Yingrong snorted and said, "According to what you said, it's a good thing to use it frankly? If you really have a clear conscience, why bother to hurt your feelings for so long?"

The corners of her lips were raised, and her smile was magnified infinitely. Meng Qing seemed to hear some joke: "Injury?" man of?"

Shi Yingrong looked at her for a while, with a bit of understanding on her face, and said sarcastically: "You are as cold-blooded as you, and you will have this day."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Meng Qing to answer, she flew into the heavy rain without looking back.

The rain outside the window became more urgent.

The ink stains were wiped away by the water stains, leaving only a few indistinct outlines of the people and scenery in the painting.

The palms of the hands slowly tightened, and the two fragile drawing papers were instantly crumpled and shattered.

"Take great pains, what exactly do you like about her..."

The inaudible murmur was drowned in the deafening noise in an instant.

The author has something to say: I have something to say after reading the comments in these chapters.

In the early stage, Qisang has only one purpose: to capture the heroine and return to reality-this is the bright line.

It also means that Yue Chuhan's role in the early stage will be greater than that of Meng Qing, and now it seems that Yue Chuhan's popularity is also higher than Meng Qing's, which is expected.

Then I didn't force CP, because so far what you have seen is the surface, and there are many stories and secrets behind it, such as why Meng Qing lied to Qisang, what is her purpose, and what is Meng Qing's life experience and experience? How it is, and what she really looks like, etc., you haven't seen it yet.

This article is a bit long, a hundred or so chapters are fixed, I am writing about martial arts, love is not the whole point, the plot is also very important, the role of the pavilion master will gradually increase in the later stage, of course, it is inevitable to abuse her .

The last one is about Qisang. She is not very old, she has not experienced any ups and downs, and she is forced to time travel and just wants to go home. I don’t want to write about the heroine who is both civil and military. An ordinary little girl, after all, if I met her in this situation, I might not be as strong as her.

This article is actually a bit complicated. If I don't write out many things, you may not be able to guess, and you may be a little shocked by the ending.

All in all, thank you for all the suggestions and comments you have given me. I have read them carefully, but it is a bit troublesome to reply one by one, so I will say it here. You are all lovely and gentle. I am also very lucky. Everyone is happy. OK, boo!

感谢在2020-03-2521:00:00~2020-03-2621:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!