forced to fall in love

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"Boom" resounded through the sky, and a thunderbolt flashed across the silent night, illuminating the Fuping Palace standing in the rain.

Fuping's palace door was closed tightly, cutting off the cold wind that was engulfed in moisture in the dark night.

The person sitting in the main seat in the hall closed his eyes slightly with a calm expression. The deafening thunder a moment ago was more like the low whimper of an ordinary night cat, and it didn't grab her attention.

Instead, through the distant sword intent, the sound of a few low breaths made her drooping eyelids tremble slightly.

The cool fingertips overlapped and inadvertently ran across the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand. Xie Xisui felt the loss of temperature belatedly.

She seemed a little helpless, she just opened her bent knuckles slightly, and in the next second, a hard object appeared in her palm out of thin air, and a silver light emerged from her whole body, cold and soft.

Xie Xisui's fingertips leaned over, and after slowly stroking along the deep and shallow contours of the surface, he slowly tightened his palms to hold it.

Very quickly, the coldness faded away, and the palm became warm, and the light of the held silver stone became darker with the temperature.

Xie Xisui's fingers pressed against each other, clearly holding tightly, but the light inside flowed out from between her fingers, she stared for a while, her eyes slightly raised.

Just like the chaotic night when Xie Xie first met Lang Yue, the splashed mud covered her face layer by layer. She should have been terrified, terrified, or even desperate, but she raised her head and thanked him when she was young. The moment when Xi Sui's eyes met, Xie Xi Sui walked through the mud and saw the tenacious and persistent light in her eyes, with some... the joy of regaining what was lost.

It should be strange that there is no gain or loss?

But I don't know why Xie Xisui didn't repel or be surprised in his heart. Instead, it was the fleeting subtlety that made her take her back to Fuping Palace after saying "Will you save me" to her, and received her as The first personal disciple under the seat.

When she was young, Lang Yue showed a maturity beyond her peers. Xie Xisui taught her to practice calligraphy, read and understand the righteous way, and she practiced diligently. No matter how hard or tired, she never complained. Practice, even obey Xie Xisui's words.

Only one thing, Xie Xisui still remembers to this day, taught her the first lesson of the righteous way, and tested her, "What is the right way?"

The little man stood straight, looked at Xie Xisui with clear eyes, and said word by word: "Master is the right way."

The warm yellow afterglow outside the window fell on her side face, and suddenly only the faint sound of breathing could be heard in the hall.

Xie Xisui looked up at her, and asked faintly:

"If I fall into the devil one day, can this also be regarded as the right path?"

Xie Xisui's ending sound fell slowly, obviously without ups and downs, but with a bit of coldness, it passed by the cheek of the person in front of him, like an invisible sharp silver needle quickly sinking behind him.

Her brows and eyes were reflected in the light brown pupils, and the thin person who could only reach her shoulders took half a step back slightly, bent down and cupped his hands and said: "Yes, on that day, right and wrong were reversed, and black and white should be reversed with the respect of the master." allow."

The empty hall was suddenly occupied by this childish voice, beating the eardrums one after another.

Xie Xisui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he scolded in a cold voice: "Absurd! The right way is for you to uphold justice, and you have the heart of the common people in the world, and you will not change it with anyone, including me."

That day Xie Xisui walked away for the first time and punished her to copy the thesis on the desk a hundred times outside the hall, and he did not see her for three consecutive days.

On the night of the fourth day, Lang Yue knelt down outside the hall, recited the orthodox theory from beginning to end, and finally repeated her original words when Xie Xisui asked "what is the right way" again.

Later, Xie Xisui read her manuscript, the crisp paper, ink strokes, meticulous and neat, every page has the imprint of her repeated reading.

Later, when Lang Yue became an adult, her figure became more and more straight and straight. When her light brown pupils looked at her, they always had a shining light. Watch her out.

Occasionally, when she woke up on a snowy night, Xie Xisui happened to meet her eyes, and lightly rested her fingertips on both sides of the cloak, holding Xie Xisui from the side. Show the ups and downs that can be seen in her eyes.

With sleepy eyes and blurred eyes, Xie Xisui couldn't remember the calm and calm person in the daytime for a while.

"Master, you are awake."

For just that second, she hid the fleeting emotions and took a step back to salute Xie Xisui. Thanks to the white robe, she could clearly see the thin blush on the tips of her ears by comparison.

Xie Xisui's thoughts turned back, the lightning outside the hall pierced the night sky, and the slender silhouette of a single person swayed with the candlelight.

With the palm facing up, Xie Xisui could vaguely see the exposed strokes. Her own words reflected in her own eyes. They were obviously her own breath, but this sense of exclusivity seemed to pass through the silver light stone. It remained on the person who gave her the Silver Light Stone.

"Master, I will return to Chuanzejian as soon as possible."

The sword intent suddenly returned the voice, the speaker's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was forcing his emotions down, Xie Xisui lifted the fingertips of the silver stone inwards.

Lingxi let out a sharp breath, and the heat in the body traveled along the meridians for a week and then converged to the heart. It was inexplicably like a feather brushing, and all kinds of emotions rushed up together.

She missed her and couldn't help but want to see her earlier.

After a while, Xie Xisui's voice came slowly.

"it is good."

I don't know why, it's just a simple word, even people can't see it, but Lingxi can hear a slight smile from the end of the sound, just like Xie Xisui standing in front of her, his black pupils easily frightened her. The gaze made her unable to move her eyes away, and the corners of her lips slightly curved.

My heart seemed to be filled and puffed up, and the beating sound became louder and louder uncontrollably.

But the sudden knock on the door behind him pulled Lingxi back one by one.

"Are you there? How's the injury?"

"I won't faint, do I need my sister to go in and have a look?"

"Oh, talk, if you don't answer me again, I'm going in?"

The soft and charming smile accompanied by the creaking of several sliding doors made Lingxi's face turn cold.

Drops of water splashed down from her body, Lingxi stretched out her hand, and the coat hanging beside her was lightly in her hands, and with both hands thrown back, the dry coat was covered with the wet inner coat.

"Master, I will deal with her first."

"Ah."

Lingxi opened the door, and a strong smell of rouge came over her face. Ruan Xuan drew black eyebrows, and a touch of red was in the center of her lips, which formed a sharp contrast with her original white lips.

"Are you okay?"

As soon as she saw Lingxi, she leaned her hand over, as if she was going to put it on Lingxi's arm that opened the door, but when she was silently avoided, the smile on her face became even bigger.

"What are you doing."

Lingxi stood in front of the door, did not move, blocked it with both hands, and was not ready to welcome her in.

Ruan Xuan was not annoyed, and laughed softly, "Look at what you said, sister, I am not here to care about you, what else can I do?"

She turned her head and glanced, noticed the water stains on Lingxi's outer robe, and suddenly stuck it close, "I'm taking a bath, I told you earlier, you don't need to come to see me in such a hurry, your clothes are all wet."

Lingxi's eyes were filled with coldness, and the sword scabbard behind her made a few sword cries, as if to remind her.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Ruan Xuan straightened her body, with a conspicuous smile still on her lips, "Seeing that you are probably fine, my storyteller has a shadow puppet show tomorrow night, and I invite you to go and see it. It’s my first time playing a shadow puppet and I’m still raw.”

"If the acting is not good, and someone beats me up, I won't be able to keep up, so you go and watch for me, and I will waive your theater ticket for you."

Lingxi's eyelids drooped slightly, and he raised his hand to close the door, "Not interested."

Ruan Xuan stretched out her hand to stop it, and in the blink of an eye, she held a long red movie ticket between her index finger and middle finger, and shook it under Lingxi's eyes, "You can answer me after you have seen the movie ticket, think about it."

Lingxi frowned slightly, and before the words of refusal could be uttered, Ruan Xuan flickered and left.

The cool wind from a distance came over, mixed with the smell of rouge that had not dissipated for a long time, holding up the red theater ticket so that it would not sink.

Lingxi took a look at it, and drew the sword out of its sheath, piercing the center of the theater ticket with a sharp blade. The sword energy blew away the cool wind, and the red movie ticket was about to be nailed to the table, but Lingxi suddenly saw the red movie ticket on the back of the ticket at a fast speed. Written in flamboyant fonts.

The theater ticket suddenly turned around, Lingxi raised his hand and withdrew the sword, holding the movie ticket.

The red face seemed to predict that she would definitely read it, and a colorful shadow puppet woman was painted on the front, looking at her with a smile.

The next moment, Lingxi heard Xie Xisui whisper in Jianyi: "Do you want to see it?"