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At this time, Yang Yue gave her a love token, although it satisfied her little woman's vanity, but also hoped that on the night of Qixi Festival, Yang Yue gave her a love poem.

Yang Yue smiled but did not speak, and leaned towards Yu Wenlinxuan's forehead.

Looking at it, Yuwen Linxuan seemed to have an understanding, and suddenly her pretty face was slightly red, looking around, and found that in the street, there was only one gardener, and Lin Miaoyin was standing three steps away!

Glancing at Lin Miaoyin, Yuwen Linxuan's face became more and more blushing, still looking up, pouting, and kissing Yang Yue's mouth, a pair of flashing eyes, looking up at Yang Yue, full of anticipation!

Next to her, Lin Miaoyin witnessed Yang Yue and Yuwen Linxuan's intimate actions, her eyes were shocked, and the two sides were intimate, but they seemed to be unruly, and the scene of Yuwen Linxuan kissing Yang Yue was a bit shocking.

A woman bound by religion would never do this on the street, not even in the dead of night and empty in the street!

She is thinly dressed and acts frivolously, looking like a witch at first glance, which is mouth-watering.

However, his thoughts were conservative, he abided by the three outlines and five constants, and looking at the intimate actions of the two, his heart couldn't help but beat, and his jade face was slightly hot.

A moment ago, Yang Yue forcibly put the step shake with the silver bell on his head, claiming that in the palace, he must hear the silver bell, obviously unconcealed his inner suspicions.

However, step shake and rings, bracelets, and gold hairpins are all regarded as the things that the young man made to the girl, and on the night of Qixi Festival, Yang Yue gave her a step to shake, and did not trust her, what is the meaning?

Helpless for a while, her pretty face was pale red and hot, and she couldn't help but hang her head.

Next to him, Yang Yue stared at Yuwen Linxuan, and the beauty urged: "Hurry up, Lang Jun!" ”

"Alright, alright, let me think again!"

At this time, Yuwen Linxuan looked up at Yang Yue's face with admiration, Lin Miaoyin did not raise her head, and she also wanted to listen to Yang Yue's poems, whether it would be like a gift to the pavilion master, so affectionate.

"Parting and re-sending the word, there is an oath in the words to know the two hearts, on the seventh day of July, the Yanwang Mansion, when no one whispers in the middle of the night!

In the heavens wish to be a winged bird, in the earth is willing to be a branch, the sky is long and sometimes endless, this hatred is endless! ”

Looking at the look of anticipation of the beauty, Yang Yue made a small change to the long hatred song and gave it to Yuwen Linxuan.

Hearing this, Yuwen Linxuan couldn't help muttering to herself, in the heavens I wish to be a winged bird, in the earth I wish to be a branch, the days are long and sometimes endless, this hatred is endless, my heart is moving, and the affection is lingering.

His face couldn't help but be shy and reserved, and he lowered his head and muttered, "Lang Jun, do you really plan to make a comparison with Xuan'er?" ”

"Hehe, the forest in Yanwang's Mansion is very large, if three or five more lovebirds fly in, Lang Jun will be satisfied." Yang Yue glanced at Lin Miaoyin, and turned to stare at Yuwen Linxuan.

He is not demanding, in his spare time, he has three or five red faces, surrounds his knees, drunken and singing, talks about poetry and poetry, and is happy to be at ease.

"Humph! Anyway, she is all from Yanwangfu! Yuwen Linxuan stared at Yang Yue, then at Lin Miaoyin, and said angrily, but he didn't stop it, Yang Yue has three wives and four concubines!

Three steps away, Yu Guang paid attention to Yang Yue, Lin Miaoyin, who listened with his ears up, and couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the whole poem, Yang Yue? Seriously, when acting like a frivolous and scoundrel, it seems to be two people who are completely different.

Listening to the two talking about themselves again, thinking of living in Yanwang's Mansion for a long time, they peeked at Yang Yue, and it happened that the other party looked at him with a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

Hiss! Lin Miaoyin, who was blushing, suddenly turned cold, raised her head suddenly, behaved seriously, and looked at the pavilion on the right side of the street.

"Lord Wang, be careful!"

Yang Yue and Yuwen Linxuan faced each other on all sides, and when they were affectionate, Lin Miaoyin next to them exclaimed, and a purple ribbon flew out of the armguard, as if Zi Lian flew out quickly, and before Yang Yue turned around, the purple yarn rolled up the flying knife four or five steps away from Yang Yue's back.

At this time, Lin Miaoyin was barefoot, her posture was light, the purple yarn was flying, and she landed beside Yang Yue, with an extra soft sword in her hand, blocking Yang Yue's side, and sending the flying knife that she had rolled up earlier to Yang Yue, looking at all sides with a vigilant expression.

Yang Yue was bare-handed, protecting the frightened Yuwen Linxuan, moving forward, walking side by side with Lin Miaoyin, taking the flying knife, watching in detail, staring at the blade and saying: "This flying knife looks very special, who wants to assassinate this king?" ”

Lin Miaoyin didn't squint, her lips opened lightly, as if she was facing a great enemy, and reminded: "Lord Wang, if the slave family guessed correctly, the three-toothed and three-inch flying knife is the weapon of Yuan Mu, the seventeenth ghost hand on the land list!" ”

"Seventeenth on the ground list, ghost hand weapons?" Yang Yue asked rhetorically, and for a while, he felt that the three-toothed and three-inch flying knife was extremely familiar.

Suddenly, a cold wind rolled up in the street, and there was a murderous aura in the wind.

A man dressed in black, wrapped in a cloak, wearing a cloak and a hood, very evil and mysterious, appeared at the top of the pavilion not far from the street, and laughed: "Hahaha, Lin Miaoyin, the enchantress of the Phantom Sound Pavilion, when did she become the dog tooth of the Yan King?" ”

The words fell, and at the top of the pavilion beside Yuan Muzhi, ten black-clothed people appeared, and more than ten people appeared at both ends of the street, holding horizontal knives, and the blades emitted a cold light under the candlelight on both sides of the street.

"Bastard!" Lin Miaoyin glanced around, and couldn't help but scold softly, as if she felt that she couldn't deal with the killer in front of her.

Shout! Shout!

Not far away, Yuan Muzhi acted decisively, his black cloak floated, and two flying knives, one left and one right, broke through the wind and quickly appeared in the air.

"Hurry up, the slave family can't stop him!" The flying knives attacked left and right, Lin Miaoyin's posture blocked in front of Yang Yueshen, and he couldn't help but exclaim, after finishing his words, two purple yarns flew out, like a swimming dragon rushing forward quickly.

Yang Yue had no weapons in his hands, and he was useless for a while, but he didn't turn around and flee, secretly paying attention to all sides!

Puff, puff, the flying knife came into contact with the purple yarn, shuttled rapidly, the purple yarn flew, was cut into pieces, and the butterfly lost its wings and fell to the ground one by one.

"Danger!"

Finding that Lin Miaoyin couldn't stop the flying knife, Yang Yue saw the incoming flying knife, exclaimed, and hurriedly threw out the flying knife in his hand, but unfortunately the flying knife missed, but it was a flying knife, which was knocked away by the soft sword in Lin Miaoyin's hand.

However, the remaining flying knife stabbed straight into Lin Miaoyin's lower abdomen, and his body lost control for a while, Lin Miaoyin took two steps back and fell into Yang Yue's arms.

The three-toothed and three-inch flying knife was half-submerged into Lin Miaoyin's mansion, and the surface of the purple yarn was printed with red bloodstains, and the beautiful face was full of pain.

As if realizing that men and women are not kissed, Lin Miaoyin's cheeks flew in her face, but the flush was quickly covered by pain, her face was pale, and she struggled to forcibly support herself and leave.

As soon as her body moved, the three-toothed and three-inch flying knife pulled the wound, and blood gushed out from her lower abdomen, making it difficult for her to move an inch, and she had to fall into Yang Yue's arms!

At the critical moment, on the eaves on the left, a shout came: "Lord Wang, take the knife!" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )