This is a suburban riverside, with cold winds and desolate vegetation. www.biquge.info From a distance, a man and two women walked to this side, the man was carrying a bow and arrows on his shoulder, and his figure was tall and mighty, it was Zhao Jiannan. One woman is dressed in brocade clothes, with long hair reaching to her waist and jewels and jade ornaments, swaying and shining, while the other woman holds a seven-star sword in her hand, dressed in emerald green clothes, and her hair is in a high bun. That's right, these two women are the seventeenth princess Zhao Yuting and her maid Qingzhu.

Zhao Yuting came to the river, sat on a long bluestone slab, massaged her legs with both hands, and shouted: "I'm really tired of this princess......" turned to Qingzhu and said, "Qingzhu, I'm thirsty, do I have water to drink?"

"Oh, here it is, miss. Qingzhu took out the kettle he was carrying and handed it to Zhao Yuting. After Zhao Yuting drank the water, she grabbed a scoop of water by the river with her hand, and said happily: "Qingzhu, come quickly, the water here is so cold and comfortable." ”

Zhao Jiannan looked at the sky and said, "It's still early at the moment, why don't we rest here for half an hour before we go on the road." ”

"Yes, son. Seeing that Zhao Yuting was about to take off her shoes and socks and wash her feet in the river, Qingzhu hurriedly said: "Princess, wait, let Qingzhu try whether this water is poisonous first." Qingzhu waved his hands in the water, scooped up some water and sniffed it in front of his nose.

Zhao Jiannan said: "Qingzhu, this is not the palace, as long as the identity of the princess is not exposed, there is no need to be vigilant and cautious everywhere." Along the way, you are also tired, sit down with Yu Ting and have a good rest. ”

"That's it. Zhao Yuting didn't say a word, pulled Qingzhu and sat on the bluestone slab. Then, he rolled up his sleeves, took off his shoes and socks, his hands and feet were all in the water, and he washed his face comfortably.

"Yes, Childe, Qingzhu knows. Qingzhu also washed his face together, but his eyes looked around vigilantly. It is her responsibility to protect the princess, especially in this bloody river and lake, there can be no sloppiness.

Zhao Yuting muttered: "Qingzhu, you don't play with this princess, it's boring." "Well, princess, be careful. Qingzhu scooped up the river water with his hand and sprinkled it at Zhao Yuting. Of course, Zhao Yuting was not to be outdone, and fought back with both hands, seeing that Qingzhu's hair was wet, she couldn't help clapping her hands and laughing.

The water splashed, one bead at a time, the two girls were chasing and playing in front of them, Zhao Jiannan looked at them innocently, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, this seventeenth princess Zhao Yuting is clearly a squeamish and willful child.

Zhao Jiannan drank some water, came to a big tree, wrapped his arms back, squinted his eyes and leaned for a while, and then took out a picture scroll from his arms. Slowly unfolded, a kind face appeared in the painting, which was the painting "Missing" made by Liu Xufei in Xinyuan Inn.

"The expression, nose and eyes of the people in this painting are very similar to the appearance of the mother when she was young. Who is this painter and why did she paint such a portrait?" Zhao Jiannan thought to himself.

At this time, a few drops of cold water dropped on Zhao Jiannan's face. Zhao Jiannan's expression was shocked, and he opened his eyes, but saw that Zhao Yuting was in front of him. Zhao Yuting smiled and said, "Brother Jiannan, what are you looking at? ”

Zhao Jiannan handed the painting to Zhao Yuting, and Zhao Yuting couldn't help but start to look at the scroll carefully, and said: "This is what Miss Ling painted at the Xinyuan Inn that day, and there was another girl who drew a little girl during the competition. ”

"Miss Ling, Ling Die?" asked Zhao Jiannan. Zhao Yuting didn't look up, and said casually: "No, it's not Ling Die, it's a masked woman in white shirt who came with Ling Die, claiming to be surnamed Ling." ”

Zhao Jiannan asked: "Then can you see her appearance clearly, and will you be able to recognize her next time?" Zhao Yuting said: "At that time, the competition was so fierce, and there were so many spectators, how could I have the heart to carefully look at her appearance? However, although she covered her face, I remember looking at her at that time and felt a little familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere." ”

Zhao Jiannan was a little disappointed, and suddenly, Zhao Yuting shouted: "Brother Jiannan, look at it, why do I think the person in this painting is very similar to Princess Yun when she was young?"

Qingzhu also stepped forward when he heard Zhao Yuting's shout, looked at the picture scroll for a long time, and said: "The woman in the painting really has the appearance of Princess Sanyun, especially this look and eyes. ”

Zhao Jiannan couldn't help but be a little excited, and said, "The person who painted must be the person I am looking for." Zhao Yuting asked: "Brother Jiannan, are you saying that the masked woman in white shirt may be your long-lost sister?"

Zhao Jiannan said: "Not sure. But even if the woman in the white shirt wasn't my sister herself, she must have seen my sister. Otherwise, it is impossible to draw it out of thin air, just like that. ”

Qingzhu said: "The woman in the white shirt was invited by Miss Ling Die, as long as you find Ling Die, you can know the whereabouts of the woman in white shirt." ”

"Miss Keling......" Zhao Yuting suddenly stopped talking again. At the Xinyuan Inn, Zhao Jiannan scolded Ling Die away, and these days, there is no trace of Ling Die.

Zhao Jiannan looked in a trance, his face was gloomy, he put away the scroll, closed his eyes, and quietly leaned on the stump. I haven't seen Ling Die for a few days, Zhao Jiannan misses her, but she doesn't appear, and he doesn't know where to look for her. Should he find her and ask her about the white-shirted woman's whereabouts?

Zhao Jiannan's heart fluctuated, Zhao Yuting's face was also blue and white, she knew that Zhao Jiannan missed Ling Die. At this moment, the three of them appeared by the river, all because someone on the street said, "A girl in a golden dress appeared near here." Zhao Jiannan hurriedly came here.

No matter how simple Zhao Yuting is, she can also see that Zhao Jiannan's treatment of Ling Die is different, just like at this moment, when it comes to Ling Die, Zhao Jiannan is immediately silent, Zhao Yuting knows that Zhao Jiannan cares about Ling Die.

And at this time, where was Ling Die? It turned out that Ling Die had unconsciously come to Fanjia Village while walking alone.

That day, in the market, she heard someone say that her brother "Ling Feng" appeared in Fanjia Village. And the appearance, appearance, and characteristics described by that person were similar to his brother's, so Ling Die rushed to this Fanjia Village, hoping to meet his brother. Of course, she knew that this news was a long time ago, and her brother might have left Fanjia Village a long time ago, but as long as there was a little hope, Ling Die would not give up.

As soon as I stepped into Fanjia Village, a melodious and euphemistic music came, and in the distance, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the wooden frame at the head of the village playing the strings. The woman was wearing a dark gray shirt, her long hair was flying with the cold wind, her expression was focused, and she was completely intoxicated by the strings, it was the Snake Fairy Madonna.

Ling Die stopped not far away, the music suddenly changed, a little brisk, and the woman's body shook a few times with the music. Ling Die had a whim, and with a turn of her right hand, an extra emerald jade flute appeared in her hand.

Ling Die smiled, "Ding Dong Ding Dong" blew the jade flute, the flute sound was cheerful, and the sound of the mouth strings was harmonious. The Snake Fairy Holy Mother was shocked, obviously a little surprised by Ling Die and Xiao. The Snake Fairy Holy Mother grinned lightly, her mouth changed, "Woo woo woo" was like a wail, and her face was also painful.

Ling Die's heart was stunned, and the tune became a little slower, long and graceful, and gradually, the flute sound faded away, leaving only the heart-wrenching accent sound. Suddenly, Ling Die saw several swarthy little snakes hovering around the Snake Fairy Virgin, surrounding her.

Ling Die screamed, but slowly found that the snakes were driven by the sound of strings and squirmed up and down, and she immediately understood. Ling Die's expression was pale, and she covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make a sound. At this time, seeing the Holy Mother of the Snake Fairy smiling indifferently at her, Ling Die's heart was relieved.

The group of snakes circled and wriggled with the low chord sound of the Snake Fairy Mother, and it was like a snake dancing and flying, with different movements, looking at it from a distance, but it was also a spectacle. Seeing that the snakes did not hurt themselves, Ling Die raised the jade flute and put it to her mouth and blew it again, "Knock throat knock throat", the beautiful sound of the flute attracted bursts of butterflies, it was Xiao Yin who controlled the butterfly.

Gradually, the sound of the flute is tactful, melodious and long, and the butterflies go up and down, dancing, Ling Die's body jumps, and the sound of the flute suddenly becomes brisk. Our Lady of the Snake Fairy jumped from the wooden frame, her clothes fluttering, and sat cross-legged, and the group of snakes descended from the sky and surrounded her body, and the strings of her mouth waved, and there was a long and low music.

The sound of music, the circling of snakes, and the fluttering of butterflies are indeed beautiful and rare. After a long time, the Snake Fairy Mother put away her mouthstrings, and the group of snakes gradually dispersed. Ling Die waved her sleeves and took the jade flute, the flute sound stopped, and the butterfly flew away.