Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 1 Wedges
Three-edged darts, pheasant feathers with arrow tails, blood, cliffs, wind, branches...

Waking up suddenly, the light has climbed up the eyes along the window edge.The moment he opened his eyes, his sadness covered up the caution in his peach-blossom pupils.

"Are you awake?" The girl in front of her is called Ning Yu, she is dressed in green clothes, and the sharpness in her eyes has rubbed into a few strands of tenderness, "I picked you up on the mountain in the capital that day, and brought you back to the village when you were injured. Do you remember your life experience?"

Shaking his head, he just felt dizzy.Standing up wobbly, the doubts in his heart were even more serious than Ning Yu's.Why did you fall off the cliff?Where did it come from?Where is the four-way courtyard in my memory...

"You might as well follow me to see my father and mother. My mother may be able to help you with some medical skills." Ning Yu said, leading the way unhurriedly.

In the mountains and fields in July, the fragrance of vegetation filled the villa, the white walls and black tiles were in the midst of the wind and mist, and crickets chirped in the bushes, blowing the horn of early autumn.

"This girl looks very much like an old friend of mine." Ning Mo, who had met this Luoya girl, said so.

Jiang Qingji, the owner of Jining Villa, also nodded in response, "If it wasn't for the girl from the Qing family in the capital staying in the mansion well, I would have thought this girl was Qingluo's little boy."

—Li Guojingzhao—

The summer rain in the capital is continuous, even the traces of the previous day have long been hidden in the depths of the soil, and it is difficult to find the slightest bit.In autumn, it is difficult to find clues from months ago.

The person who came was dressed in a moon white robe, got off his horse, and staggered straight to the edge of the cliff.

There was a lonely tree growing on the side of the cliff, and a red brocade cloth was floating on the branch, which had been faded by the sun.Qingpu's eyes trembled, and he flew down.

Seeing that he was about to jump down, Qingpu slammed his iron claws up the cliff, swayed with the trend, propped his feet against the cliff, and raised his hand to hold the brocade cloth in his hand——Hang Luo.

There are a lot of silk and satin in the south of the Yangtze River, and this Hangluo is most suitable for summer use, as it is breathable and light.My younger sister is the most greedy for cool weather, so she wears a horse-faced pleated skirt woven by Luo every April.If you go out during the day, you must wear light clothes, and run on the street in a short hakama.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was suppressed by the pain at the end of his eyes after all, Qingpu swung down the cliff all the way.

There was no trace left at the bottom of the mountain, Qingpu had no choice but to climb back to the cliff, just now he took the rope and stood still, a person flashed beside him, "My lord, the southeast war has started again, the general ordered you to lead the army."

(End of this chapter)