"race."

Almost tried hard, he gritted his teeth and uttered these two words with astringent smell. The endless arrogance exuded by the thin woman at this moment made the sunlight outside the window lose its color. Almost at the same moment, Ashina Yuzhu raised her head, met the stubborn eyes of Huamei, and squinted her eyes and smiled.

With the glass enamel armor specially brought back from Zhongyuan by Qiu Yu, he gently tapped the porcelain cup containing tea. The sunlight outside the window shone in obliquely against the woman's shoulders, as if a layer of gilded on the cheek of the thrush, she seemed to have infinite vigorous force, as if she had always been weak. Asan Yuzhu chuckled a few times and looked at the thrush again, "Okay, it's just your clothes..."

“It’s okay.”

The thrush followed the customs of the people of the Central Plains and could hear the Yuzhu who was at the forefront of Ashina, saying, "Okay, I won't be humble with you. Since you are so confident, I want to compete with you, but now, you should go back and drink the medicine first."

The sunshine of Qingming was rolling up with scattered dust and sprinkled on the east wing, warm. Huamei didn't know why she was helped out by Zhuchun and handed it over to Jixia. She only knew that as she walked along the way, she had a smooth and wet sweat in her palms.

This bet is really dangerous.

Who doesn’t know how she is in the entire chess garden?

But if you want to get rid of this kind of sleepy look like a walking corpse, it is worth it.

When I returned to Huifangyuan in the inner courtyard, the sun was already shining brightly. Since I was transferred from the princess to serve the princess, I was transferred to serve the thrush and greeted him with a smile, "Miss, I'm going to call the Immortal, and now the Immortal and the Medicine Boy have come here. I said that the girl took the prescriptions to drink for another day and then had to change the medicine. I sent the medicine early and the girl was not here. I just need to let someone warm in the corridor, and I guess I can drink it now. Girl, hurry up and enter the house."

A stack of words was said many times but not messy. When I heard it, Huamei just laughed and gestured at the side of Ruxia, "I've been competing!"

Ji Xia smiled but said nothing, but just let Yin Dong go, and the two of them walked into the inner room with their eyebrows. As if they saw a white dress sitting by the window, the white untainted, white, which was not stained with lead and dust, was stagnant there like a pool of water. Because he kept looking out the window, standing at the door, he could only see his side face. The silhouette was warm, like a piece of good mutton fat jade, and there was no flaw.

As vivid as water and as warm as jade, even the thrush, who thought he had a strong mind and concentration, was stunned.

The beautiful scenery between the world and the colorful lights are not one ten thousandth of the person in front of you.

Although I had just seen it as early as possible, Huamei suddenly felt that she had been separated by several lifetimes and thousands of mountains and rivers. She was separated by the heartache that she dared not touch or touch, and could only be separated by this shore that was neither salty nor light, neither far nor near.

However, the medicine boy behind the Immortal found the thrush and coughed lightly, "Master."

The moment the Immortal of Medicine came back to her senses, Huamei walked over with a smile, sat down at the other end of the table, reached out to put her on the medicine bag, "I'm sorry for the Immortal of Medicine."

Ruxia, who was standing beside her, opened her white towel quickly and hid it on her thrush wrist. Then she raised her head and smiled at the Yixian, "Please, Medical Immortal."

Huamei first looked at the medicine boy, with an ordinary appearance and a pretty positive appearance, but she had to add a thick rope made of wisteria to her yellow-brown linen linen to make a belt. She felt it was unnecessary. After a smile, Huamei withdrew her gaze and swept back and forth a few glances from the Medical Immortal who was just focusing on taking her pulse.

This was the first time that Huamei had faced him so close after recovering from his illness. Inexplicably, he felt a little stuffy and his breathing became uncomfortable. He only felt that his heart was itchy, as if there were people so close to her from many years or even many lifetimes ago, like him, smiling low and charmingly.

The slightly cool fingertips were placed on the wrist of the thrush. Even if there was a layer of white towel, the thrush could feel the coolness of the fingertips.

The vaguely visible sandalwood spread into her lungs and bones along her breath, as if it had taken root and sprouted in her internal organs. However, in this slight sense of familiarity, there was a slight sharp pain, as if it was extremely blunt knife to cut the already thin air between her and him, so painful that it could not be done by itself.

However, where did this pain come from? She had no way to trace it back, so she could only let the time go on and on. I hope that one day, time can explain everything. For example, is she called Huamei? Why is she here? In her dream, what does it mean to have bleeding and fire with the Jiangnan water town?

She doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand.

Just let your mood go and do it in a straightforward manner.

Before she could think about anything more, the gentle and slightly gloomy voice of the Immortal came from the side, "The girl is too restless. Have you ever had signs of nightmares in recent days?"

"Well..." The thrush frowned. If the vague smile and the Blood Fire Sword were nightmares, then, "It's there."

The answer was straightforward.

"The girl has suffered a severe injury, which has already been implicated in brain damage. She will be cautious and careful after losing her memory. But don't bother with it. Thinking about things too much will be of no use for the girl."

The words of the Immortal were clearly stated. Ruxia smiled slightly, thinking that she understood the meaning of the Immortal.

It’s better not to mention the past, but people always have to live in the present. The girl who painted the eyebrows recently has even added her eyes to the prince. Isn’t it a good sign of glory in the future? The past is for forgetting, but thinking too much is useless.

So he stepped forward and took away the white towel on the wrist of the thrush, held the thrush and stood up and leaned on the couch, "What is the Medical Immortal?"

Seeing that the thrush had returned to his usual lazy appearance, Yixian smiled slightly. After seeing the medicine boy behind him, the medicine boy turned his head out the window as if he was deliberately avoiding him. After being silent for a moment, Yixian said, "If a girl wants to restore her memory, I will do my best."

The sound is always warm, but the thrush is in that warm, and the meaning of helplessness, solemnity and dullness are heard.

It seemed that she had made up a great determination to open up a glimmer of light that could see through the past in the chaos, although she vaguely felt that this light would probably have to pay a great price.

"This will bring you a medical immortal." Huamei laughed again, lowered her head, and signaled to go into summer to see you off.

Entering Xia, I understood it, and took a few steps to the door with the Immortal and Yaotong, and chose a direction to lift the curtain and said, "Miss, I'm taking the guests away, two of you, go slowly-"

Yin Dong had just returned from picking flowers from outside. He heard the sound of Xia inside. He turned his head to wait for the medical immortal and medicine boy to come out. He went in and found a clean Guanyin bottle filled with clear water, and inserted the flowers in his hand gradually. Then he took a few steps back, turned his head slightly, and carefully placed it on the piano stand with the bottle.

This action had already shocked Huazu, but Huazuzu didn't say much. She just turned her eyes and looked at Yin Dong's movements. The sunlight outside the window shone in, like a piece of embroidery made of cloud and tribute satin. During the period, flowers and birds competed for beauty, and the beauty was like rainbows. When Huazuzu was shocked, she felt that she had lost her mind for a long time.

Yet, such beautiful scenery is like an embroidered gold painting. No matter how long the years pass by or the years are gurgling, this painting has never lost its color.

On the contrary, as time accumulates, it becomes brighter and more vivid and fragrant.

"I heard that the girl is going to race a horse with the princess?" Yin Dong's soft words pulled the picture back from her thoughts. Before Huamei could express her opinion, Ruxia, who had just walked in with tea, heard this sentence. She hurriedly placed the tea cup on the table and ran to Huamei like a gust of wind.

"Miss, why are you doing this? You haven't been so nimble yet, so you want to race horses!" After that, he groaned a few more times, "In my opinion, it's the princess who deliberately made trouble for you. Who knows the princess' riding skills in the entire southern Xinjiang? Today, the princess said she wanted to race horses with a girl. She just recovered from a serious illness without caring about her body, and she didn't give her a set of clothes for racing horses to dress like this. Wouldn't she deliberately make the girl ugly?"

The thrush held a silver hairpin and plucked the tea in a seemingly bored manner, not interrupting the words of the summer.

"... What's more, the prince is interested in the girl. If the girl doesn't want to go, just go and ask the prince. The prince feels sorry for the girl and will not make the princess embarrassed."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Ruxia felt that she was speaking too quickly, for fear that Huamei would feel a little unhappy, so she hurriedly said, "I'm just saying these things for the girl."

Yin Dong frowned, pushed into Xia unhappily, and looked over like a sign.

"Don't worry, either." Huamei put the silver hairpin dipped in tea on the dressing table, pulled out the drawer with various colors of flower ornaments and flipped it around casually. Qiu Yu gave her the best he could give her, but these best was in his heart, not her wishes.

"I proposed the horse racing, and I refused the horse racing suit."

The thrush closed the drawer and frowned and said, "I can ride a horse, wearing the clothes of the Central Plains."

"But girl..." What else was Jixia going to say? Yin Dong quickly turned his eyes and whispered, "It's not a big deal if there is no one outside the door. Jixia, come and watch, I'll talk to the girl."

Although I was unwilling to enter Xia, I couldn't resist Yin Dong, so I could only curl my lips and guard the door.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the quiet thrush could almost hear the veins on the forehead beating, and a trace of vision rose inexplicably in her heart. However, without waiting for her to catch it, the vision dissipated in the silent silence.

Quiet, as if the heat of the erect tea dissolved in the flowing light.

"Tell me." Huamei raised her body slightly, turned her head to look at Yin Dong beside her, "I must have something to say to me if I support her."

"Yes, I know the girl has lost her memory. Can she still remember this face?" Yin Dong looked straight at Huamei, reached out and slowly lifted up a thin mask from the corner of her forehead.
Chapter completed!