Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 573 The Gentle Mask Man (3)
Besides, they only met a few times, and she just judged based on the intuition she had cultivated in life and death. The girl in front of her was definitely not as simple as others said.

However, just as she was about to speak, Song Wanzhi smiled and poured a glass of water and handed it over, saying: "Although the noodle soup is good, it also tastes bad in your mouth after eating it, this is water soaked in mint, come and try it. "

Qiu Yiliang didn't understand the girl in front of her for a while, but she didn't leave in the end, took the cup and drank it.

Song Wanzhi put her cup upside down before saying, "You're right, this is indeed not my real identity."

"My surname is not Murong, my surname is Song, and my name is Song Wanzhi."

……

My surname is Song, and my name is Song Wanzhi.

……

Even Qiu Yiliang couldn't help being stunned by these three words. After a long time, she said, "The legendary Song Wanzhi."

Yes, in the legend.

Even though she was far away outside the Great Wall a few months ago, in that icy and snowy land with wolves, those flying bluebirds still passed her name on.

Three days bright.

This is unprecedented.

However, before meeting Song Wanzhi, Qiu Yiliang still had great doubts about the "Three Days of Brightness", because how could someone use the skills of a country to become more and more bright in just three days?
But now, she was sitting here, looking at her with gentle eyes, blue hair like snow, quiet and peaceful amidst the great sorrow and joy, but she suddenly believed it.

Only such a transparent girl can be transparent.

She stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Song Wanzhi looked at her and said with a smile, "Go ahead. If you want to eat noodles, you can come to me. No matter how long I'm still here, there may be nothing else I can do, but a bowl of noodles is still good." OK."

Qiu Yiliang nodded slightly, then, as soon as she lifted her foot, she disappeared.

Song Wanzhi watched her disappear before his eyes, then stood up and washed the noodle bowl.

After washing, Song Wanzhi walked along the small river meandering in the academy.

Beside the river, the grass is luxuriant and the exotic flowers are in full bloom. At a glance, it winds along the river bank into a piece of white, and the fish in the river are quietly leaning out, turning around with Song Wanzhi all the way, and the cobwebs beside it are weaving. , a spider is wrapping a worm in its web with thread.

The snow sword on her waist vibrated slightly, and Song Wanzhi was in a trance for a moment, as if returning to the heyday of this academy, groups of teenagers and girls in white clothes like snow, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a scroll alone, talking voluntarily .

But when Huangshen came back, there was nothing left. Song Wanzhi lowered her head and stroked Xuejian lightly, knowing that it was an old image brought by Xuejian.

She turned around the river, then walked towards the library, and then pushed away.

In the huge Book Collection Pavilion, there is an unimaginable collection of books, climbing straight to the top. Inside, there are not only books from Liang State, but also books from Chen State, Song State, and even Zhao State.

Song Wanzhi walked in, then picked up a book, sat down on the spot, and then, with the light of the stars gathered here, began to read.

The starlight gradually diffused.

Song Wanzhi suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and then raised his head.

A boy in white clothes stood in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

Song Wanzhi's heart suddenly tightened, as if a warm starlight scattered from his body, she stretched out her hand, and was held.

In this way, warm hands...

For some reason, Song Wanzhi's heart began to tremble. Then, the boy in white held her hand and said, "Ah Wan."

(End of this chapter)