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Chapter 1861 This wind, this snow, this plum blossom

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    Today's weather is not good. It has just snowed, and the weather is still very cloudy. There are dark clouds in the sky. The cold wind suddenly increases, picking up countless snowflakes and falling plum blossom petals. The petals that have been abandoned by the flower branches are in the air.  Flying in the air, it became increasingly desolate.

    Along with Hai Jiaorou came two young ladies from aristocratic families. They were covered in fox furs and their little faces were tightly wrapped. Each of them hugged a Tang Pozi and stared at the wind, snow and plum blossoms in boredom.

    "Jiao Rou, why are you running so far out on such a cold day? Wouldn't it be nice to sit by the window and bask in the sun while embroidering plum blossoms?" A young lady couldn't help complaining and stamped the slush on her feet.

    "Yes, yes, it's cold and remote here. Although we have people with us, if we encounter a highly skilled robber" Another young lady from aristocratic family seemed to be even timid, and she kept hunching her neck and looking around.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It is really frightening that in such a large plum-blossom forest, except for the flowers, it is snow, and there is no one.

    Hai Jiaorou revealed half of her face, and the smile on her lips was as bright as the sun, making people almost forget the annoying gloom, "You have to observe the plum blossoms before you can embroider them. Besides, you have to lie at home every day.  The bones in this body are rusting!"

    Hai Jiaorou suddenly started running in the snow. As she ran, she called out to the two ladies from aristocratic families: "Come on, come after me!"

    The two young ladies from aristocratic families gasped after running for two steps. They could no longer run any longer, so they had to stop and call out to Hai Jiaorou.

    Hai Jiaorou seemed to have heard nothing and kept running forward until a strong figure stopped her.

    Hai Jiaorou raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. The slightly raised corners of her mouth had turned into a straight line, "Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

    Long Yezhan stood in front of Hai Jiaorou dressed in black clothes. When he saw that half of Hai Jiaorou's face was exposed, her brows were full of color, her lips were moist and fragrant, and her figure was slender. She was different from the unruly woman he imagined, so he frowned slightly and said calmly.  He asked in a loud voice: "Are you Hai Jiaorou?"

    Hai Jiaorou smiled, raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, who are you? How do you know my name?"

    Long Yezhan's eyes darkened, and without saying anything, he pulled out his sword and stabbed Hai Jiaorou.

    Hai Jiaorou was well prepared and quickly retreated, hiding while shouting for help.

    Long Yezhan's eyes were dark, and each sword struck at Hai's delicate face, showing no mercy at all.

    Hai Jiaorou shouted and looked around, feeling a little anxious.

    Why hasn¡¯t Hai Jiaoyang shown up as promised?  This man is going to ruin her face!

    At this moment, a fast horse galloped up from a distance. Standing on the horse was Hai Jiaoyang. He shouted loudly: "Where did this gangster come from and dare to bully my sister?"

    Hai Jiaoyang pulled out his sword, galloped down from the horse and attacked Long Yezhan.

    Long Yezhan still said nothing, abandoned Hai Jiaorou, and fought with Hai Jiaoyang.

    Hai Jiaorou stood aside and couldn't help but stroke her chest and touch her face. Then she looked at Long Yezhan, who was fighting fiercely with Hai Jiaoyang in the field, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

    This Long Yezhan is infatuated with Chen Yingrong!

    Hai Jiaoyang is good at swordsmanship, but his actual combat experience is not as good as Long Yezhan. The two are just about a draw.

    After a hundred rounds, it was still difficult for the two to decide the winner.

    Hai Jiaorou squatted aside and drew a small picture of two people fighting out of boredom. She couldn't help but yawned and saw that the time was almost up. She stood up, held a handful of snow and threw it towards Long Yezhan's face.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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