In the silent candlelight, the corners of Shen Jue's eyes were red, like a thin layer of rouge. Xia Houlin felt a pain in his heart, and his lips pressed against the corner of his eye, down the cold cheek, and landed on the corner of his pale red lips. Shen Jue's tears dipped on her lips, bitter and astringent.
"Young master, I only now understand why Xianxin flinched back then." Xia Houlin said against his forehead.
No matter how hard the world is, because there are people who miss you, flowers bloom in the bitterness.
The study was quiet and silent, the blue curtains rose and fell with the night wind blowing in, and the moonlight made waves on it. Shen Jue said, "I don't criticize it anymore."
"Are you tired? You've been sitting all day, it's time to take a break."
"Never stop," Shen Jue put his hands on his firm chest muscles, "there are only ten days, so hurry up."
"..." This boy dared to be lustful. Xia Houlin was a little scared when he remembered the last time he was tossing him so much that he could walk.
"A word, give it or not, eh?" Shen Jue leaned into Xia Houlin's ear, his voice hoarse. His hand went down Xiahou's waist and abdomen, causing tremors wherever he went.
Face to face, Xia Houlin turned his head to the side, and the flash of red from the corner of Shen Jue's eyes came into his eyes, and there was a unique kind of lingering under the dim candlelight. God is pitiful to see that he, Xiahou Rin, a sturdy man, should have been there. But now... oh, that's all... Xia Houlin closed his eyes and said, "Here."
Satisfied, Shen Jue kissed his ear and pulled him to sit down on the Luohan couch. The moonlight let out the couch, Shen Jue pressed against him, unbuttoned his clothes and unbuttoned his collar, his wheat-colored chest was exposed, and he pressed it with a weak hand. pecking. Shen Jue leaned down, their skin met each other, and the two of them gradually breathed. The moonlight filtered through the window lattice, and they swayed in the moonlight.
The night was quiet, and a branch of Tang Di flower stretched into the moon hole and was blooming brightly.
The grass is green, and willows hang over the embankment. When the spring breeze was ten miles away, Xiahou Lin and Chiyan left the city, and Zhang Zhao came to see them off. Shen Jue entered the palace early this morning, and I don't know if I can rush over. They had been very happy in the past ten days, Shen Jue pushed a lot of things, and made time to stay with Xia Houlin. The two of them planted flowers and grass together, and at night lay on the eaves and counted the stars. It's just that Shen Jue is poor and careful, and he feels dirty when he goes to the room, so he insists on a cool mat.
Even if he didn't come, Xia Houlin lowered his head and kicked the stones on the road. These ten days were enough. It stopped abruptly when he was happy, and the sadness of parting was not worth it.
The accompanying dead men all dressed up, pretending to be business travelers on the road, all wearing small hats and big sleeves, but under the robes was a hard chain armor, and the cold two-foot short knife was hidden behind the waist. , hidden murderous intentions everywhere. Above the collar, the faces are as cold as steel.
Xia Houlin put on his Heige linen, and for a while seemed to be back in the past. Swords, lights, swords, and blood and blood have accompanied him through a cruel time for more than ten years, and now he is about to embark on his final journey. He may die in the snow in Shuobei and be buried with all the ancestors of Jialan. From then on, he never came back, until he crossed the other side of the world.
The fallen leaves were flying, and thirty dead soldiers were standing in the forest. Xiahou Lin and Chi Yan were at the front of the team, and the long attendant poured a bowl of wine for everyone. The sun was shining in the spirits, and the water was sparkling. Xia Houlin lowered his head and saw his face. Zhang Zhao was saying something, spittle flying, and his momentum was high, and all the dead men were full of passion in his voice. But Xia Houlin didn't hear a word clearly. Chi Yan was not listening, and was staring at the birds in the sky in a daze. Xiahou Rin turned his head to look in the direction of Miyagi, and his vision was full of the tall and majestic Guangqu Gate. Shen Jue was inside, the most central place. He may be walking on the streets of heaven on his shoulders, or he may be sitting in the palm print duty room to criticize, or he may be standing beside the little emperor and looking at the ministers.
He is always so unattainable, like someone who has come down from the sky. But such a person finally came to Xia Houlin's side. Very reluctant, Xia Houlin lowered his head again, looking at the wine in his bowl, he saw deep sorrow in his eyes in the wine.
He finally deeply felt the pain that belonged to Chiru back then, and the pain was deeply rooted and difficult to resolve.
He really wanted to stay.
Even if the final result can only be death in Shen Jue's arms.
Zhang Zhao shouted in front of him: "If you wait for a long journey, there may be no way to return. Is there anyone who regrets it?"
"No!"
"The enemies of you and others are evil spirits among ghosts, can there be those who are afraid?"
"No!"
"Zhang Zhao respectfully sends you forward. You are Daqi warriors who are alive, and you are Daqi heroic spirits who die. Zhang Zhao does it first as a respect!" Zhang Zhao drank it and threw the porcelain bowl on the ground. With a crackling sound, the porcelain bowl was torn apart. .
Everyone drank and threw bowls. Xia Houlin thought bitterly, he used to be a villain who murdered and set fires, but now he has become a hero. Chiyan is overwhelmed with the bowl, he doesn't know how to drink. Xia Houlin finished drinking his own, and the one who was disgusted took it and drank it, and fell to the ground together, shouting, "Let's go!"
Everyone yelled in response: "Let's go!"
Xia Houlin was about to mount his horse when the sound of hoofs came from a distance. He turned his head to look at Longdao, and a man came running towards him riding a horse and stepping on the morning light. Still tall and slender, with a sturdy and upright figure, even if he was on a horse, he was a bit more romantic than others.
Xia Houlin looked at him, pulled the reins of his horse and didn't move, and suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart. Why do you want to come? Xia Houlin thought, he finally said "Let's go", and finally gave up everything. When Shen Jue came, his whole heart collapsed.
But he could never turn back.
Shen Jue got off the horse, Xia Houlin walked over, and the others kept silent, waiting for them to say goodbye. Shen Jue was very calm, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he was still calm. The two people looked at each other, but they were silent. In the silence, only the wind rustled the leaves and the shadows of the trees swayed above their heads. The sky light leaked, like a fallen star.
"Come and see me." Xia Houlin helped him pin his hair behind his ears. His horse was running too fast, and his usual meticulous bun was a little messy.
"Guess what I did in the palace this morning?" Shen Jue said.
"What else can I do? Go to court." Xia Houlin smiled, "Is the little emperor annoying you again?"
Shen Jue shook his head, "I'm going to resign."
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment, and asked in a daze, "What's the matter? What do you want to do?"
Shen Jue lowered his eyes, and the long and curled eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He said, "I told the emperor that I was going to Shuobei to kill Bailiyuan, and maybe I would die and never come back. I asked him to find someone else to help him become popular. Don't look for me anyway."
In an instant, it seemed that something fell from the sky, making Xia Houlin's heart break. Xiahou's nose was sour, and he pushed him hard, "What are you doing! Go back quickly and be your supervisor."
"He didn't agree." Shen Jue said again.
Xia Houlin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, go back quickly, I'll see you go before you leave."
Shen Jue raised her eyes, looked into Xia Houlin's eyes, and said, "But I don't care."
After he finished speaking, he started to take it off, and the collar was pulled open, revealing the black sackcloth inside, which belonged to Xia Houlin. Xia Houlin had a box of linen clothes that were exactly the same. This was the first time he wore Xia Houlin's clothes. Everyone stared at him dumbfounded, but he ignored it, untied the gold button, and went to pull the belt. Xia Houlin restrained his hand and glared at him: "Young master, you are crazy!"
"I'm not crazy!" Shen Jue's eyes were red, "I'm going too!"
"No!" Xia Houlin growled.
Zhang Zhao hurriedly said, "Master, don't be impatient!"
Others also called out: "Master!"
Shen Jue turned a deaf ear and pulled on his own belt, "I'm going!"
"You can't go!"
"Then tell me what to do!" Shen Jue wrenched Xia Houlin's hand away, his eyes flushed, "Xia Houlin, what do you tell me to do? Eleven years, my only wish is to find you. You go together, what else can I do!" He didn't know where the strength came from, he actually broke the hand that Xiahou Rong was holding on to the front of his shirt, and with one hand he took off the seal on Luan's belt and threw it to the ground. Tear open Zhijin with one hand, and threw it on the ground.
He doesn't want to be in charge of the seal of the supervisor of ceremonies, or the supervisor of the East Factory. He took off the ring on his finger and took off the gold-painted black gauze hat. All that was left was a coarse cloth and black clothes, and the Eighteen Bodhisattvas on his wrist, which he wanted to keep, his own prayer.
Xia Houlin lowered his head, grabbed his collar tightly, and his hands trembled like dead leaves in the wind. He doesn't understand, is this guy's brain sick? Why do this for him? If you can't keep it, you can't keep it, just let him go, why is it so? This fool, idiot! Can't live without him
But he clearly understands, and no one understands better than him. Because so does he.
Because of Shen Jue in this world, flowers bloomed in the bitterness. If there was no Shen Jue in this world, it would be a barren land with thousands of miles of ruins.
However, how could he let Shen Jue accompany him to the Asura Killing Field
He squatted down, knelt heavily on the ground, and knocked his forehead into the dust.
"Master, please go back!"
The dead soldiers also knelt down and said in unison, "Master, please come back!"
In the rain of leaves, Xia Houlin was pulled up by Shen Jue and hugged into his arms. Shen Jue pressed the back of his head and said softly, "A-Lian, you know you can't stop me. No matter life or death, we... go together!"