Before the cry was over, the sword light opened a white rainbow with a bang, and the dimly illuminated hall lit up, followed by exclamations, and the Fourth Prince Feng tremblingly shouted: "Sister!" Then someone shouted "Princess, don't die lightly!" Someone slid forward and grabbed the sword with his hand. Shouts of exclamation, sounds of regret and rescue sounded in disorder, and then, with a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.
The steel material hit the gold brick floor, the sound was crisp and clear, which made people tremble, Meng Fuyao turned his back to Folian, but he didn't even turn his head, only a sneering smile floated between his brows.
If you really want to die, will you kill yourself in a crowd
Her Royal Highness will never forget to act even in death.
Folian fell into the arms of the Fourth Prince Feng, mourning and weeping, asking, "Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you tell me!"
The Fourth Prince Feng hugged her, with tears streaming down his face, and said repeatedly: "I don't know about this... Father, Queen and Mother must be afraid that your body will not be able to bear it, and want to wait for you to recover before talking slowly... who knew that this would happen …”
He suddenly turned his head, glared at Meng Fuyao, and said sharply: "General Meng, are you satisfied now? Are you happy now that you have forced Folian to the point where you are heartbroken and want to kill yourself?"
"Why am I happy or unhappy?" Meng Fuyao crossed his arms, looked around at the people with expressions of unbearable expressions, and said slowly, "I saw everyone lamenting for liars, so I thought this life is really fucking It's so unfair, I was forced to commit suicide just now, why didn't anyone sigh for me? If I was forced to commit suicide because I couldn't produce the Xuanji map just now, everyone would applaud, right? Those who tell the truth will be accused by thousands of people , Those who tell lies are pitied by everyone, so it turns out that these are the seven princes, is this truth and justice?"
Those caught by her eyes could not help but bow their heads in embarrassment, and someone said in a low voice: "The princess is also kept in the dark, who told Prince Wuji to keep it secret?"
"Fart your mother!" Meng Fuyao was furious, "Is your brain filled with mud or pig dung? How could you blame His Highness the Crown Prince? If your Lord Xuanji hadn't asked the Crown Prince to wait for Buddha Lotus, you would never have recovered He will announce it to the Seven Kingdoms when he is healthy, so he can keep it a secret? His Royal Highness is at fault, and his only fault is that Xuanji, who was hypocritical and contrived to you, was too soft-hearted!"
She bared her teeth and grinned, striding forward, frightened the Xuanji person who spoke just now took a step back, Meng Fuyao ignored him, picked up the long sword that Buddha Lotus had not killed herself from the ground, and slapped it on her neck Put it aside, make a move.
"Ah! I'm going to kill myself!"
Ya Lanzhu rushed over immediately, shouting: "General Meng, don't die lightly!" Reaching out to grab the sword, Meng Fuyao immediately let go, hugged Ya Lanzhu, and pretended to cry: "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me?"
Yalanzhu stroked her back painfully: "I tell you that you will cry on the moon and vomit blood on the flowers..." The two hugged each other and laughed, Yalanzhu clutched her stomach, and threw herself on the wall with three steps Shouting: "Oh my god, it can't be done, it can't be done..." Meng Fuyao threw the long sword, stepped on it with his foot, and said contemptuously: "Look, I will kill myself in a crowd of people, and I will too!"
The hall full of well-appointed noble heads were stunned. Seeing Meng Fuyao laughing and bending over Zhan Nancheng, no one looked at him and took Ya Lanzhu out, and stepped over the high threshold of the main hall. The figures of the two gradually faded away. Disappearing on the long white marble steps, only the voice of talking while walking and laughing came from afar:
"Eldest grandson Wuji, I won't spare you even if I'm a ghost—"
"General Meng must not commit suicide!"
"Oh, why are you snatching my sword? Let me die, let me die—"
"Didn't you hand it over yourself..."
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"Changsun Wuji, I, Feng Jingfan, will not spare you even if I am a ghost—"
"Please, I don't have a good appetite, and I don't even have an appetite when I hear you say this during supper." Zong Yue picked up his rice bowl and walked out without looking back.
"Princess, don't take it lightly—" With a "snap", Master Yuan Bao raised his paw, and a chicken bone was accurately dropped into the mouth of the talker, and it happened to be stuck between her upper and lower teeth.
Meng Fuyao was furious, and put the bowl heavily: "Don't tell me anything! Is this still alive?"
Yunhen sighed and said, "We have heard you say it three times."
Depressed, Meng Fuyao pushed the bowl with pouting mouth: "I don't want to eat!" He lifted his legs and walked away, without looking at anyone from the beginning to the end.
A certain person was quietly eating wontons, thoughtful, Master Yuan Bao squatted in front of him, looking at him sympathetically with an expression of "Master, you are in trouble".
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, touched Mr. Yuanbao, and Mrs. Yuanbao immediately rejoiced, offered the fruit he had gnawed half, flattering "Meng Fuyao is responsible for all troubles, master always wins."
Changsun Wuji stuffed the half fruit back into Yuan Bao's mouth as a reward, got up and carried it straight to someone's boudoir, Yun Hen looked at his back silently, and turned his head away for a long while.
Ya Lanzhu glanced at him with big black eyes, and suddenly asked with a half mouthful of soup, "Yunhen, how do you feel?"
Yun Hen looked back at her, sparks flashed in his cold eyes, he didn't reply or get angry, he pushed the chair and walked to the window, looking at the darkening night outside the window with his hands behind his back.
His green bamboo-like straight back is gilded in the blue night, looking lonely and bright, but even with that kind of hard light, there is still a dark color inevitably cast on it, floating Sad like a light halo.
Behind him, Ya Lanzhu followed persistently, looked at his back with his head tilted, and suddenly said: "Actually, I know what it feels like."
Yun Hen turned to look at her, Ya Lanzhu smiled, at this moment this colorful girl was no longer gorgeous, flamboyant and cheerful, but suddenly a little more faint, similar to Yun Hen's melancholy.
She said: "I like Zhan Beiye, I have been chasing him for five years."
There was no trace of shyness on her face, she looked calmly at Yun Hen, and said: "Five years, from twelve to seventeen years old, from Fufeng Chasing to Tiansha to Taiyuan to Wuji and then to Tiansha, chasing to the end became a habit, and after chasing to the end, I became the laughing stock of Fufeng. My father, queen and empress scolded me time and time again, shutting me up in the palace and not allowing me to leave the palace. The maid escaped, and my father and queen mother confiscated my monthly fief, wanting me to go out without money, so I sold the jewelry, twisted the gold plate, knocked on the dressing box inlaid with pearls, and even gave away the gems on the throne. I dug it down, and everyone in Fufeng knew that Princess Ya was a nympho, and she was obsessed with chasing men. Did they shed blood for their subordinates? They chased the enemy soldiers in the desert without eating or drinking just to give the local people a stable life? They slept on the couch with fat heads and kicked over women who washed their hair—they are recognized by the world A man is a man, but I don't admit it."
Yunhen was shocked, turned to look at her, wanted to say something, but finally didn't speak.
Ya Lanzhu suddenly smiled a little confusedly, and said: "I chased him for five years, and I became a habit of chasing him, and I also got used to chasing him. Many times, when I feel very tired and tired, when I miss home I was thinking, hey, wait a little longer, hold on, Zhan Beiye is avoiding me now, but one day he will make this habit an inseparable part of his life, then at that time he will never be able to leave me, Yalan Zhu, five years, five years, gradually Zhan Beiye will feel helpless because of my chasing, and smile embarrassedly because he occasionally sees me chasing, so I feel that this day is getting closer... Then, Meng Meng appeared. Fuyao, and then, he fell in love with her immediately."
She tilted her head, her big eyes gleaming black in the night, she asked Yun Hen: "Tell me, how should I feel?"
Yun Hen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to speak, and said after a while: "It wasn't her intention..."
"Look at you, look at you, the first reaction was to explain to her, as if she was afraid that I would eat her." Ya Lanzhu interrupted him, giggling, but there was a hint of helplessness in the smile, "Meng Fuyao is very miserable." , but she is really lucky, all she meets are people who understand her, love her, protect her and protect her. Compared with her, I often feel that I am poor and have nothing."
She sat down, folded her hands between the colorful skirts, swayed slightly, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and said slowly: "Today in the hall, I looked at Folian and saw her fall into a trap full of ugliness, thinking, She is only because of love, because she wants it, after all, I am the same as her, but seeing her like that, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, I don't want to become her, it's too pitiful."
"I like Zhan Beiye, and I like his uprightness. Then I have to be an upright person to be worthy of him. Otherwise, I have to look down on myself first. How can Zhan Beiye look down on me? ?”
Ya Lanzhu stood up, leaned on the window sill, and put an ant crawling on the window sill in the palm of her hand. Watching it running around in a panic, she seemed to think of Zhan Beiye who was chased by her and fled in embarrassment. laugh it out.
She said: "I saw Meng Fuyao for the first time. She told me, Zhuzhu, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard. Hey, what an interesting word, I fell in love with her as soon as I heard it."
She said: "When I was in Huazhou Inn, I slept on her bed, and somehow I went to the outside room. When I woke up in the morning, I found that the quilt was tightly covered. My quilt always fell on the ground in the morning, so I Strange, why didn't the quilt fall off?" She turned to look at Yun Hen, "Guess, guess, why didn't the quilt fall off?"
Yun Hen thought for a while and said, "She hugged you?"
Ya Lanzhu wrinkled her nose: "I can kick off the ones that are closed, she moved the chair and pressed the corner of the quilt tightly. At that time, I was thinking, this person is so funny, and I don't care if I drop the quilt. My mother didn't care about this, hey, it's so troublesome, no wonder I feel so hot."
Yun Hen looked at her, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Later, news of Changsun Wuji's death came." Ya Lanzhu smiled at the ant Mimi, and leaned closer to smell its soil. "She didn't move at all, and she was so quiet that I was scared. I just squatted in front of her and watched. She thought, if I followed the news of Zhan Beiye's death, how would I react? I would definitely not be like her, smiling all the time, but my whole body was empty. People, and then commit suicide in front of Zhan Beiye's grave, but Meng Fuyao, with her appearance, it's the first time I want to cry for someone else."
Yun Hen shook his body, pressed his hands on the window lattice and said nothing, Ya Lanzhu looked at him with a smile, and said, "Is it uncomfortable? This is the feeling, I am also human, and I will also be jealous and jealous, and will chase desperately in Zhan Beiye She wanted to kill her, but I knew that if I did, Zhan Beiye would never be mine."
She slowly drew a long, straight and endless line with her nails on the wooden window lattice: "Meng Fuyao taught me to persevere."
She sent the ant back to the original path, flicked its tentacles to correct its wrong direction, and softly said: "Send you home." Then she climbed up the window, opened her arms, and said loudly against the wind: "Persevere!" !"
Her exquisite figure climbed high, her colorful braids spread out, one purple and one golden trouser legs were filled with the wind, and her whole body was a colorful sail pulled by the wind, Yun Hen took a step back slightly and looked up. He looked at this child—he always thought she was just a child, and never even paid attention to her. Under Meng Fuyao's shining and sturdy halo, the brilliance of this child who was somewhat similar to her was covered up, but today he discovered that, Ya Lanzhu, who loves to play and play like a child, has a maturity and wisdom that is not inferior to anyone else in her heart. Maybe she will not be able to achieve Meng Fuyao's achievements in her life, but in terms of the brilliance and fullness of human nature, she is the parallel of Meng Fuyao. By.
This little pampered princess, this princess who is carrying the laughing stock of the world and constantly chasing her beloved princess, this princess who seems to be chasing hope but is stabbed with a horizontal knife and loses hope, she has ten thousand reasons to hate Meng Fuyao.
However, she chose to raise her eyes and look further afield.
Some people are as selfish as others are generous.
When he looked at her, it was as if he saw a fish-belly light in the deep black sky with low pressure of stratus clouds. It was so subtle and invisible, but it was so bright and invigorating. It was just that light, He silently told everyone that the sky would be bright.
Ya Lanzhu turned her head, she roared, she was a little excited, her cheeks were flushed and her breath fluctuated, she suddenly jumped down, dragged Yunhen away.
"What are we, a pair of unlucky bastards, looking at here? Let's go and drink!"
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"Master Yuan Bao, I'm warning you, if you follow me again, I'll fry, steam, boil, and fry you for a full banquet!" Meng Fuyao stomped around, yelling at the back without turning her head.
Master Yuan Bao is wronged, who the hell wants to follow you, the one who follows you is obviously my unscrupulous master, I am just a foil carried by him, you are only picking soft persimmons!
Master Yuan Bao, who was in the hands of his master, folded his arms and looked at the sky mournfully, thinking about a serious proposition: Is he having an affair with Meng Fuyao? For bodyguards with gifts and foils, their status is declining and their prospects are bleak.
The master suddenly looked down at it, read out the grievance of Dou E in its heart, stroked its head soothingly, and carried it in another hand comfortingly.
As soon as Meng Fuyao turned around, he saw someone still smiling happily. Suddenly, the small universe smoked and stopped going back to the room. He stood still and said with a smirk: "His Royal Highness, I suddenly feel that it is necessary for me to talk to you." Apologize."
"Huh?" Changsun Wuji smiled lightly, his smile overflowing like moonlight, "I will decide whether to forgive you or not."
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth, and hissed: "I broke up your happy marriage, but I found out that I was wrong, I shouldn't break it up, you two are too good for each other!"
"oh?"
"They're all master liars!" Meng Fuyao felt nauseous when he thought of the lotus flower, "One doesn't have the Xuanji map but says he has it, and the other obviously has the Xuanji map and says he doesn't have it!"
Changsun Wuji looked at her with a half-smile in his eyes, and said for a while, "Fuyao, please think about it for yourself. From the time I met you to the present, maybe I haven't explained anything to you, but whatever I say, there are fakes. talk?"
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes, thought about it carefully, and found that it seemed... really not.
"From now on, it has appeared!" She spoke eloquently and forcefully.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her, pulled her vigorously, and stretched his body upwards.
"What are you doing!"
After Meng Fuyao finished yelling, he realized that he was already sitting on the wall with a yell. This courtyard had a higher wall, and when he sat on it, he could see the streets and alleys of Pandu in front of his eyes. The private houses in the distance, the majestic imperial palace in the distance, the cool midnight breeze and the unextinguished lights of thousands of families rushing towards the face, refreshing people's minds.
"People stay at high places, because they see more and more complicated things, and their minds become clearer." If there was any deep meaning in Changsun Wuji's words, Meng Fuyao's heart moved, and then his nose twisted in anger, "So I will take you Put some wind on the wall to wake up your mind."
"I've always been sober and wise, and I'm unparalleled in wisdom." She turned her head and pushed her grandson Wuji viciously, "Go down, go down, the wall is narrow, you obstruct my vision."
"People who are parallel to you will never obstruct your vision. Most of the time, it is only you who hinders you." Changsun Wuji was very philosophical tonight, "Fuyao, are you hating me for lying?"
"Naturally." Meng Fuyao turned her head to look at him, her eyes were as bright as a pair of cat's-eye jewels, "I'm not that hypocritical, I won't admit it if I don't like it."
Smiling slightly, Changsun Wuji made a cloak out of nowhere and put it on her body, saying: "It's windy, be careful of catching cold." Then he said: "I did not get back the picture of Xuanji that I sent out as a betrothal gift. "
"Um?"
"Everyone in the world thinks there is only one copy of Xuanji Picture, but in fact there are two copies." Changsun Wuji smiled, "It comes from two pairs of skirts of a cloak, with half of the content written on each, the real full picture of Xuanji, eight hundred and eighty-two characters , a total of eight chapters, what I give you is the other half of it.”
"Since what you took out was only your half, why isn't the half you gave away in the hands of Folian?" Meng Fuyao was puzzled, "She even pretended to be Xuanji Tu with Yuehua brocade that looked like silver brocade, and she didn't even seem to see it at all. Have you tried the real thing?"
"This is the reason why I want to divorce." Changsun Wuji looked at her with a deep smile, "What I met was not human."
"You mean, your fiancée has someone else?" Meng Fuyao suddenly turned to look at him, "Who?"
"No, I'm just skeptical. Feng Jingfan took out the fake picture, and it's possible that the real picture was really lost. She had no choice but to make a fake substitute." Changsun Wuji seemed to be thinking, glanced at her with a smile, and said, "Some Things will come to light sooner or later, but Fuyao, I have to thank you, you finally helped me get rid of that woman."
"Shouldn't it be a pity?" Meng Fuyao looked at her with a smile, "So beautiful, so noble, so famous and so perfect, even the temperament has been learned to be very similar to yours, it is really a natural couple who worked hard to create, hey, I tore it alive, so wicked .”
"There are even more wicked things." Changsun Wuji broke off a branch of grass and tasted it leisurely, and said calmly, "I heard that they left Tiansha overnight, so I asked people to wait on the border. What Zhan Nancheng tried to do to me I will return it as it is.”
"You sent someone to assassinate Folian—" Meng Fuyao understood what he meant in an instant, and jumped up in shock, her eyes widened, "Calling the devil?"
"It doesn't matter whether you blame her or not. The key is that Feng Jingfan must die." The eldest grandson Wuji turned his eyes and gently stroked her hair, "I will die soon."
Meng Fuyao bit her lip and didn't speak, she was a little speechless, although Changsun Wuji didn't say it clearly, why didn't she know that he wanted to kill Folian because of her? With Changsun Wuji's disposition, he doesn't even bother to assassinate, let alone kill a woman like Folian, but he still chooses to go against his own principles and take action as quickly as possible, purely because he doesn't want Folian, who hates her so much, to be killed again. It's just a chance to make any variables that are not good for her.
However, with Changsun Wuji's means, there are many ways to solve the marriage with Folian calmly and quietly, but he connives her to take the most drastic method, causing an irreconcilable deep hatred between the two, and then strikes Clean up the mess for her.
To do such a stupid thing to him is just because he wants her to live a more comfortable and happy life.
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a while, then turned his head and said with a red nose, "I'm sorry... I don't always trust you enough."
"You don't trust me enough, and I have my own reasons." Changsun Wuji was trying to braid her hair again, and he seemed to be particularly interested in her hair, "I've always been secretive, not frank and clear enough, such a temper, I can't blame you for not believing I."
"No, not in the future." Meng Fuyao felt ashamed, thinking that Changsun Wuji is really a good person, and remember to explain for her when she was wronged. She was excited and passionate, and suddenly felt that her conscience was insufficient, and she was thinking about what to do next. What kind of way to repay such a gentleman, suddenly heard the gentleman behind her approach her ear, and said softly: "Well, Fuyao, what is that thing you are wearing next to your body? Why do you have two straps?"
Close-fitting... straps... Meng Fuyao, who was thinking of repaying her, took a long time to realize—he was talking about her homemade veil!
And she was wearing a single shirt with a cloak over it, how did he see the hood
This bloody gentleman!
Meng Fuyao yelled angrily, and kicked her feet—you are shameless, if I had known earlier, I would have made you and Folian a pair!
As soon as her leg was raised, she was held down by Changsun Wuji. He put one hand on her leg and the other between his lips: "Shh—"
Meng Fuyao instinctively wanted to scold him for playing tricks, but then he vaguely heard the sound of footsteps coming from the alley on the opposite side under the wall, so he also turned his head.
The night is light, the alley is deep, and the scholar who is studying hard in front of him is sleepless at night, the dark silhouette is reflected on the window paper, and there is a faint yellow gleam between the windows, sprinkled in the depth of the alley like a crescent moon.
In the depths, there was a chaotic darkness, gradually peeling off the outline of a human figure, someone slowly came out from the darkness at the end of the alley.
He walked very slowly, as if he was holding something in his arms, and he called out in a low voice as he walked, the voice was carried by the wind, and he could vaguely hear a few words: "...the soul is back..."
It is a middle-of-the-night summoner for the dead.
Meng Fuyao sighed softly, looking at the shadow, the other person was very young, walking alone in the middle of the night, calling all the way, he must be a filial son calling for the soul of the elders.
She didn't want to disturb the communication between yin and yang, she turned around to go down the wall, when she turned her head, she suddenly saw the man walking into the crescent-like dim yellow light, the light reflected his eyebrows and eyes, delicate, warm and slightly sad.
Yan Jingchen!
Meng Fuyao was stunned against the wall, forgetting to leave.
She sat beside Changsun Wuji, watching Yan Jingchen's lonely figure slowly emerge from the depths of the alley, looking at the smooth sapphire jar in his arms, watching him slowly and softly thinking about the return of the soul, Scattering the paper money in his hand little by little, those gray-white thin papers flew away from his fingertips like butterflies, and then were carried by the wind, soundlessly, across the wall and disappeared.
All traces of a person in the world are like a kite flying away with its string broken.
A piece of paper money seems to be lingering on the stack, floating and drifting, slowly rushing into Meng Fuyao's palm.
Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand to hold it, and the thin and soft touch spread to the bottom of her heart in an instant, brushing across her heart, and some soft pain came out. She raised her eyes, looked at Yan Jingchen who was concentrating on evoking the soul, and suddenly remembered that today is the Pei Yuan's first seven days.
According to the custom of Taiyuan, on the first seven days of the deceased, relatives will walk the place where she walked again to summon her soul.
Meng Fuyao's eyes fell on that small sapphire jar, that woman in red, as gorgeous and flamboyant as a peony, who would show her presence infinitely wherever she went, has really turned into this silent and simple little jar now Here, is there a handful of off-white powder
Will her unwilling soul settle in such a narrow living space, or will she struggle to break free
And Yan Jingchen, this noble son of Guijie, the heir of the prince's family, this young man who had a smooth and bright life but fell every step of the way after meeting her, how will he walk the rest of the way
Some encounters are inherently unfair, such as the encounter between her and Yan Jingchen and Xuanyuan Mountain, from the beginning to the end, it was just to make her go on a journey of thousands of miles, and then she left without looking back, but he refused. Acknowledging the missed match, wasting in place, making wrong choices because of the loss, and then lost again.
Thinking of everything he heard and saw in Zhanbeiheng Bieye, Meng Fuyao's fingertips were slightly cold, and he was silent for the cruelty of fate. Then he felt warm in the palm of his hand, someone gently held her hand, and pinched her in a daze. She took away the paper money she was holding, and wrapped her fingers with her own five fingers.
His warm palm has a smooth touch, like silk from the fingertips to the bottom of his heart, ironed and soft, like a deep intoxication surrounded by light feathers.
He can always read the feelings in her heart at any time, and tell her in his own way: I am with you.
Meng Fuyao looked up at him, thinking that he was lucky after all, not everyone can enjoy such warm and free company, but those people, Yan Jingchen, Pei Yuan, Folian, they are still Lovers, just, some people are wrong in the process of love, some people are wrong in the way of love.
She met the most correct person in terms of process and method.
However, fate always plays tricks on her—she is lucky to meet, but not lucky to have.
Blinking, desperately blinking the sourness in his eyes, Meng Fuyao looked at Yan Jingchen's lonely and desolate shadow stretched by the light, pursed his lips, and wrote on the palm of Changsun Wuji: I want to kill Yansha.
Changsun Wuji paused, and answered: Good.
Taking a deep breath silently, Meng Fuyao smiled.
Yan Jingchen—I killed your wife, so I had to kill your master as compensation.
Yan Jingchen didn't know that at this moment the couple who were standing on the wall watching him summon the soul of his deceased wife made a decision that related to his life at this moment. His body temperature was slightly hot - this was the first time he hugged Pei Yuan so close.
After all, that proud woman curled up quietly in his arms in this way.
The mouth of the can in his hand is as cold as frost and snow, like the snow of last winter, which fell one after another on the isolated mountain in the suburbs of Yanjing. Not long after he met Yan Sha, he was "fortunate" to be accepted as his disciple by him. After the initial joy, it was a nightmare. What's worse, this matter was vaguely guessed by a few Guijie's children who had always fought openly and secretly with him. As a result, some jokes that cannot be expressed in words but can only be understood gradually spread among the nobles of Yanjing-expressed with ambiguous tones, intimidating eyes, snickering hints, and obscene movements.
That kind of joke is like an invisible wall in front of him, invisible and intangible, but standing in front of him so coldly, he is covered with bruises, but he has no power to break it—the tongue of the world is the world. The coldest trap, killing people is useless, the more you struggle, the more you get hurt.
Then, she appeared.
After the Taiyuan Palace Change and the founding of Shangyuan, it was the first time he appeared in front of him.
He thought she was going to mock him, so he covered his face with his sleeve lazily, but he heard her sitting down beside him, grabbing a pot of wine, with the rudeness that she, a noble princess, would never have The posture patted the mud seal open, and drank it clean without hesitation.
After the wine jar was emptied, she threw the jar far away, saw the ray of blue light piercing through the clouds and fog and fell into the deep valley, and heard the crackling sound echoing sharply under the cliff, and then she said: "I will marry you!" .”
He suddenly looked back, she didn't look at him, her delicate silhouette was calm and firm, she made a final decision on this major event in her life, then she stood up and said, "You will come to hire me in three days."
He was ashamed to be hired by Pei's family again, afraid of being humiliated again, but Yan Sha was happy, saying: "It's rare to have a voluntary pretense. In fact, this old man doesn't care about it, but you are thin-skinned. She is willing to marry you. You will marry me all your life." That's all, the old man will propose marriage for you in person." He went, came back happily, and said, "Get ready to get married."
It was only later that he found out that Pei Yuan spent those three days convincing the angry General Pei, and had also talked with Yan Sha. As for what she had paid to achieve such a result, he would never find the answer in this lifetime.
He will never know how those named husband and wife live in separate courtyards, and she stays alone in her empty boudoir with a lonely lamp, looking at the lights in his courtyard.
After that, those rumors dissipated - Pei Yuan's marriage was the most powerful refutation of those speculations.
How much she sacrificed, how much he owed her.
She loves him, he loves that her, and that she loves that him.
How many funny serials in life have caught up a lifetime of entanglement and love.
Yan Jingchen caressed the sapphire jar slowly, and put his face on it slowly, it was so cool, a bit irritating, like her temperament, flamboyant like thorns, cold and arrogant, unkind, even poisonous , but only he knew that the heat of her life was only given to him.
It's just that from then on, the flickering light that warmed him was blown out by Sen Liang's fate.
Yan Jingchen hugged the sapphire jar tightly, and turned around slowly and desolately. The people on the wall stared silently at his back, with a hint of sadness in their eyes, and even Master Yuan Bao slipped out of his eldest grandson Wuji's sleeve and squeezed in Between the two of them, watching Yan Jingchen leave with paper money, his round black eyes were slightly moistened, and he thought: Back then, in the sky, that beautiful black pearl...
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Yan Jingchen's long back was embedded in the lonely night.
There were noisy voices in the night.
There were two people, singing and laughing loudly, staggering into the alley, their crisp voices broke the sad silence of this moment.
"Brother, drink again... drink three more jars!"
"I'm not drunk... uh... I'm not drunk!"
"Don't... hide from me...you bastard... the girl is like a flower, you just hide!"
"Bah bah! Bah bah!"
Hua girl sang and laughed loudly, walked crooked "Zigzag" steps, smiling happily, and suffered from her unlucky drinking friend, who carefully held her arm and bumped crookedly all the way. .
Meng Fuyao's black line on the wall—when did Ya Lanzhu and Yun Hen go out to drink? Drunk into this virtue
Yaranzhu started singing.
"Brother, you go forward boldly, sister, I will chase after you without turning back, brother, you ran to death three horses, sister, I exhausted nine cows..."
Meng Fuyao let out an "uh", and stabbed her eldest grandson Wuji's shoulder with a fierce force, trying to suppress her laughter, oh my god, this girl's ability to tamper with the lyrics is really superb, so I just hummed it once, and when she saw her In the mouth, why did the horse die and the cow die
Her shoulders trembled as she laughed, like a butterfly fluttering silently in the dim light. Changsun Wuji smiled and held her in his arms, and raised his head, thinking that the lyrics were actually quite simple and appropriate, and it would be suitable for him. suitable.
Master Yuan Bao squatted on his master's shoulder, staring at Meng Fuyao contemptuously—you mean to laugh? It's not you, how do we nobles know what vulgarity is
The drunken couple in the alley didn't know the trick, they bumped into each other all the way, they walked opposite Yan Jingchen, Yan Jingchen frowned, afraid that they would smash the pot in his arms, hurried Hold the jar in the other hand, and wait for them to pass by.
When Ya Lanzhu passed by his side, she suddenly tilted her body and wanted to vomit, but she was a princess, she was used to vomit into the sink, her dizzy eyes rolled around, and she caught a glimpse of Yan In Jingchen's arms, there was something that looked like a gargle, and he reached out to grab it.
Yan Jingchen raised his eyebrows, and was about to push her with his hands, but Yun Hen pulled Ya Lanzhu like lightning, raised his hand, and said angrily: "She is drunk and careless, how could you strike so hard!"
Arms crossed, the two raised their heads, looked at each other under the light, and said "ah", and said, "it's you."
Yan Jingchen had a sullen face, glanced at Yun Hen, put down his hand and left without saying a word, Yun Hen looked at him, with a glint in his eyes, Ya Lanzhu suddenly bumped into him crookedly, and was about to hit him The wall, Yunhen had no choice but to catch her, just as Ya Lanzhu was also dancing with her hands and feet, with a "chuck", half of Yunhen's robe was torn off by the drunkard, and something fell to the ground with a ding.
But Yunhen didn't hear the sound of falling, he hurriedly went to help Ya Lanzhu, who was drunk and turned into mud, but there was nowhere to help him, so he dragged her by the collar and left, when Yan Jingchen said behind him: "Stop!" .”
Yun Hen turned around and saw Yan Jingchen holding a small lapis lazuli swallow in his hand, his expression changed immediately, he put the Yalan Pearl against the wall, and was about to pounce on him.
Yan Jingchen retracted his hand and said in a deep voice, "Where did you get this thing?"
"Give me back!"
"Where did it come from?"
"I told you to pay me back!"
Yan Jingchen stuffed the swallow into his arms, and said in a cold voice: "This is a mark that my Yan family's children have had since birth, and non-Yan family's direct descendants cannot have it. If you can't tell the origin today, I can't." Return it to you." After speaking, she turned around and left with the jar in her arms.
Yunhen rushed over immediately.
Before he arrived, Yan Jingchen turned around halfway, and a sword light was pulled out like lightning, Yunhen snorted coldly, the white light in his hand vibrated, and there was a loud bang.
The two actually fought.
Meng Fuyao stared straight at the wall and murmured: "Why did you start fighting?" She was far away and couldn't hear the whispered conversation between the two. She only vaguely saw Yan Jingchen pick up something, Yunhen begged for it, and then Then staged a full martial arts.
Changsun Wuji took her hand, looked in that direction, and said leisurely: "Some things, even if they have been covered up by time for a long time, will eventually be exposed by fate."
The wind roared in the alley, and the fight between Yun Hen and Yan Jingchen came to an end soon.
Yan Jingchen wields the sword with one hand, so he can't be Yun Hen's opponent at all, but Yun Hen has no intention of fighting, he just wants to force him to return the things quickly, after more than ten moves, Yun Hen's sword light has completely overwhelmed the one-handed Yan Jingchen was fighting.
Yan Jingchen pursed his lips, looked at the Yunhen who was tolerant of the sword spirit, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and suddenly passed the sapphire pot forward in his hand, and said quickly: "My wife's ashes!"
The light of Yun Hen's sword was as fast as flowing electricity, and he rushed forward in an instant, before Yan Jingchen could finish his sentence, his sword light had already reached the body of the tank, and when he heard this sentence, Yun Hen's face turned pale with shock, and he slammed back violently, the real power on the sword surged back, Immediately, he was knocked back.
Then a sword like autumn water gently rested on his throat.
Meng Fuyao, who was watching the battle from the wall, thought that Yunhen would win, but suddenly the battle turned upside down, and in shock, he murmured "Despicable" and wanted to go down, but was held back by his eldest grandson Wuji.
Then she saw Yan Jingchen's eyes.
The eyes were full of shock, doubt and confusion.
She also saw his mouth shape.
He is saying:
"younger brother."