For the existence of Meng Fuyao, he was determined to let Meng Fuyao see its pure and innocent eyes, and from this derived a heart of guilt towards its master. You must know that a shameless creature like Meng Fuyao would not feel ashamed if he didn't remind him.
Meng Fuyao finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him flying.
Then strode towards Changsun Wuji's residence - thirdly, go down the secret passage of a certain room in the courtyard, and then go through the secret passage into another courtyard... It's so troublesome.
A true warrior must have the courage to face up to his own mistakes. She, Meng Fuyao, has always been a female warrior.
She didn't even knock on the door, just walked in with the door open, the eldest grandson Wuji seemed to be asleep, the room was not lit, and it was pitch black, only the silhouette of the person on the bed could be seen clearly, he seemed to be sleeping on his side, resting his pillow on his elbow, breathing peacefully, full of joy The long and intoxicating breath drifted in the room, Meng Fuyao also calmed down, standing quietly in the darkness, listening to the sound of the man's breathing, he only felt that his mood was quiet and the years were peaceful.
She suddenly smiled slightly, feeling that whether to explain or not, whether to apologize or not, is really not that important. In any case, Changsun Wuji knows her, and she also knows Changsun Wuji, so what else is there to say
She turned and walked out gently.
But suddenly there was a lazy voice behind him, with a smile on his face, he said, "Break into the bedroom in the middle of the night, and leave without doing anything?"
Meng Fuyao turned around and smiled, "Beauty, sir, I can't bear to destroy flowers with hot hands." She patted her buttocks and was about to slip away, but the guy's tone suddenly became faint, and he sighed softly.
A sigh bound Meng Fuyao's footsteps like chains, she leaned her hands on the door frame, turned her head with difficulty, one kick outside the door and one kick inside the door.
Changsun Wuji turned over on the couch, and stretched out his hand towards her, "Come, give me a hug."
Meng Fuyao walked away.
"A person who has been wronged by you, can't even want a comforting hug?"
Meng Fuyao staggered... Why would someone use the offensive against women so well? Also, Meng Fuyao, why do you want to have a conscience
Changsun Wuji waved his hand, and a soft force surged in, dragging that conscientious fellow to his body, hugged him, and lifted Meng Fuyao's hairpin with his hand, his smooth black hair immediately fell down his body. bed.
Changsun Wuji buried his head in her hair, and sat together silently for a while in contentment before he said in a low voice, "How did you remember?"
Meng Fuyao struggled and murmured, "Yuan Bao forced me to come here."
"Oh? Didn't you think about it yourself?" Changsun Wuji smiled, his eyes soft in the darkness like a flower that is about to bloom.
"I just want to ask you," Meng Fuyao finally seized the right to breathe, raised his head and took a deep breath, and said, "The reason why I have no problems is because you have been regulating my meridians?"
Changsun Wuji smiled and didn't answer, he just slowly picked up her hair, straightened out a small bundle of tangled hair with his fingers, and said: "Please comb your hair smooth before you tie it, look at you, spread it out." And then the hair gets knotted."
Meng Fuyao bit her lips and looked at the guy who never admitted what he had done for her, his eyes were a little hot - recently he looked a little unwell, his face was always haggard, and he thought it was because he was busy with state affairs and tired, but he didn't want to do it because of she.
It's just that just regulating and maintaining the meridians will make him so tired
Meng Fuyao frowned, and was about to ask something, when suddenly he heard a deep and melodious music coming from far away.
The melody is old and sad, the tone is simple and mellow, and there is a kind of simple beauty that washes away the dance skirts along the Huaxie, like blowing Qingjia in the snow on the ancient road, and snowflakes blowing in the Yinshan Mountains. When you look up, you can see the desert and the sky. One color, but at this moment, thinking back to the gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River, Huaiyang Liu, Xie Jiayan, small bridges, flowing water and peach blossoms, the past is unremembered, just like the previous life.
This tone is neither a flute nor a flute, different from the clear and bright flute of a flute, but it has a unique whirling taste, like bitter tea in the mouth, after a long time, the vicissitudes and charm will come out, lingering on the tip of the tongue layer by layer, going straight to the bottom of the heart, making people feel Think of the ups and downs of fate and life that taste like tea.
The two hugged each other and listened quietly. When the song was over, Meng Fuyao's eyes were slightly wet.
She murmured: "Xun... I actually heard the song of Xun with my own ears..."
Changsun Wuji was thoughtful, suddenly pushed her lightly and said, "Go."
Meng Fuyao got up, smiled at him, walked straight out, followed the sound through the yard, passed the garden and there was a gazebo, on the top of the gazebo, a man in white clothes like snow was blowing xun to the moon, and the golden red cloud dragon pattern In his palm, the ancient xun shone with a gorgeous and profound divine light accumulated over time.
His white clothes hang down the eaves of the pavilion, fluttering silently like flying swallows, as if some long-buried thoughts are difficult to express, and he intends to express them silently with certain gestures.
Meng Fuyao jumped up to the top of the pavilion, sat quietly beside him, and inadvertently turned his head, Zong Yue immediately turned his head too, but Meng Fuyao actually caught a faint reflection of moonlight on his cheek at this very moment. bright light.
Is that... tears
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, but Zong Yue was crying
This gentle but strong man, she never thought that she would see him cry in this life.
Zong Yue has already opened his mouth quietly.
He said:
"Today is Ruhan's death day... She has been gone for seven years."