Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 14: The true meaning of love

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Until the call was over, Jian Guang chucked away a white rainbow, and the dimly illuminated hall was lit up, and the exclamation sounded, and the fourth prince Feng screamed: "Sister!" Someone yelled: "The princess must not commit suicide!" Someone slid forward, chopped his hand and grabbed the sword, screaming in exclamation and regret, and the sound of rescue rang together. Then, there was a cry and the sword fell.

The quality of steel hits the ground of the golden bricks, and the sound is so clear that people tremble. Meng Fuyao turned his back to Buddha Lotus, but didn't even turn his head, only a ridiculous smile floated between his brows.

If you really want to die, will you slay yourself in a crowd?

His Royal Highness really does not forget to act even after death.

Folian fell into the arms of the fourth prince Feng, weeping in sorrow, and kept crying, "Why didn't you tell me, why didn't you tell me!"

The fourth prince Feng hugged her, tears rippling, and said: "I don't know about this... The father and the queen must be afraid that you can't take it anymore, and want to wait for you to be better and then speak slowly... who I know this will happen..."

He suddenly turned his head, glared at Meng Fuyao, and sternly said: "General Meng, are you satisfied now? Pushing Folian to the point of sorrow and death, are you happy now?"

"Why am I happy or not?" Meng Fu held his arms, looked around the unbearable people around him, slowly said: "I see you all sorrowing for the liar, and I feel that this life It’s **** unfair. I was forced to suffocate myself just now, so why didn’t no one sigh for me? If I was forced to commit suicide just now if I couldn’t take out the Xuanji picture, I’m afraid you would clap your hands and applaud, right? Thousands of husbands pointed out that those who tell lies are pityed by everyone. It turns out that these are the seven kings. This is truth and justice?"

The people who were caught by her gaze couldn't help but bow their heads in embarrassment. Someone said in a low voice: "The princess is also kept in the dark, who is the Prince Wuji secretly?"

"Fuck your mother!" Meng Fuyao was furious, "Is your mind filled with mud or pig dung? It's the crown prince who is to blame? If it weren't for your Lord Xuanji to ask the crown prince to wait for the Buddha, it will always be When the body is better, he will announce it to the Seven Kingdoms. Is he guilty of being secretive? His Royal Highness is at fault. His only fault is that he was hypocritical to you at the beginning, too soft!"

She grinned and grinned, strode over, scared the Xuanji person who had just spoken to take a step back, Meng Fuyao ignored him, picked up the unfinished long sword of the Buddha lotus from the ground, and went to the ground. I put it on my neck and made a gesture.

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill myself!"

Ya Lanzhu immediately rushed over and shouted: "General Meng must not commit suicide!" Meng Fuyao immediately let go and hugged Ya Lanzhu, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ya Lanzhu stroked her back painfully: "Tell you that you would cry to Yueyue and vomit blood to the flower..." The two hugged each other and laughed, Ya Lanzhu clutched her belly and shook her three steps. He threw on the wall and shouted: "Oh my god, it won't happen...", Meng Fuyao threw the long sword, stepped on it, and said contemptuously: "Look, I will slay myself in the crowd, and I will too!"

The head of the nobles in the hall full of crowns was stunned. Watching Meng Fuyao laughed and bent over against Nancheng. No one looked at Yalanzhu out and crossed the high threshold of the main hall. The figure gradually disappeared on the long white marble steps, only the voice of dialogue while walking and laughing came from afar:

"Longsun Wuji, I will be a ghost and will not spare you--"

"General Meng must not commit suicide!"

"Oh, do you steal my sword? Let me die, let me die—"

"Didn't you hand it over by yourself..."

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"Long Sun Wuji, I, Feng Jingfan, will be a ghost and will not spare you--"

"Please, I don't have a good appetite. I heard you say that this is even less appetite when I eat supper." Zong Yue picked up his rice bowl and walked out without looking back.

"The princess must not be light--" With a "pop", Master Yuanbao raised his claws, and a chicken bone was accurately dropped into the mouth of the talker, just stuck between her upper and lower teeth.

Meng Fuyao was angry and put the bowl aside: "Don't tell me the whole thing! Is this still alive?"

Yun Hen sighed and said: "We have heard you say it three times."

Meng Fuyao was frustrated, and bulged his mouth and pushed the bowl: "Stop eating!" He lifted his leg and walked away without looking at anyone from start to finish.

Someone was eating wontons quietly, thoughtfully, Lord Yuan Bao squatted in front of him, and looked at him sympathetically with an expression of "Master, you are in trouble".

The grandson Wuji smiled and touched Master Yuan Bao. Master Yuan Bao immediately rejoiced and offered half of the fruit he had eaten, flattering "Meng Fuyao is the cause of trouble, and the master will always win."

Changsun Wuji put the half of the fruit back into Yuanbao's mouth as a reward, got up and carried it straight to someone's boudoir, Yun Hen silently looked at his back, and turned his head for a while.

Ya Lanzhu's big smoky eyes glanced at him, and suddenly half a mouthful of soup murmured and asked: "Yunhen, what do you feel?"

Yun Hen looked back at her, the sparks flashed in her cold eyes, he didn't answer or anger, pushed aside the chair to the window, and looked at the darkening night outside the window with his hands.

His green bamboo also seems to have a straight back plated in the blue night, looking lonely and bright, but even if it is so bright with hard power, it still inevitably smears a dark Color, floating like a light halo, sad.

Behind him, Ya Lanzhu persevered in following him, turned his head to look at his back, and suddenly said: "Actually, I know how it feels."

Yun Hen turned around to look at her, Ya Lanzhu smiled. At this moment, this colorful girl is no longer gorgeous and flamboyant and cheerful, but suddenly a little more faint, similar to Yun Hen. Sad.

She said: "I like to fight Beiye. I chased him for five years."

She didn't have the slightest shame on her face, she was very calm, and looked at Yunhen seriously, and said: "Five years, from twelve to seventeen, from Fufeng chasing Tiansha to Taiyuan Wuji went to Tiansha again, chasing it until the end became a habit, chasing it to the end, I became Fufeng’s laughingstock, my father and queen scolded me again and again, shut me in the palace without letting me out of the palace, I repeatedly smashed the windows to dig tunnels. I hanged myself to buy the maid and escaped. My father and the queen confiscated my monthly payment, and wanted me to go out without money. So I sold the jewelry, twisted the gold plate and knocked on the pearled dressing box, even the one on the throne. I dug up all the gems. Quan Fufeng knew that Princess Ya was a nympho, and chasing men was so fascinated-the more they refused, the more they laughed at me, and the less I wanted to give up. What do they know? Has their hair washed? They bleeds for their subordinates? They do not eat or drink in the desert, chasing enemy soldiers just to give the local people a stable life? They are full of brains sleeping on the couch and kicking the woman who washes her hair-- They are men recognized by the world, men, but not by me."

Yunhen shook, turned to look at her, wanted to say something, but finally did not speak.

Ya Lanzhu suddenly smiled a little confused, and said: "I chased him for five years. I became a habit after chasing him, and I am also used to chasing him. Many times, when I feel tired and tired, when I miss home When I was thinking, hey, wait, hold on, War Kitano is running away from me now, but one day he will make this habit an inseparable part of his life, then at that time he will no longer be able to do without I, Ya Lanzhu, five years, five years, gradually made Zhan Beiye feel helpless because of my chase, and smiled embarrassedly because of my chasing, so I feel that this day is getting closer...and then , Meng Fuyao appeared, and then he fell in love with her at a glance."

She tilted her head, her big eyes glistening in the night, she asked Yunhen: "You said, how should I feel?"

Yun Hen was stunned, suddenly felt hard to speak, and said after a long while: "It wasn't her intentional..."

"Look at you, look at you, the first reaction is to explain for her, as if I was afraid that I would eat her." Ya Lanzhu interrupted him, and laughed, but the smile gave birth to shallow helplessness, "Meng Fuyao is very bitter, but she is really very fateful. All she meets are people who understand her love her and protect her and protect her. Compared with her, I often feel that I am barren and have nothing."

She sat down, folded her hands between the colorful skirts, shook her body slightly, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and slowly said: "Today in the temple, I looked at Buddha Lotus and watched her self-falling traps full of ugliness. , I think, she is just because of love, because I want to get it, after all, I am the same as her, but looking at her like that, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, I don't want to become her, it is too pitiful."

"I like to fight against Beiye, and I like his uprightness. Then I also want to be an upright and upright person to be worthy of him. Otherwise, I will not look down on myself first, so how is it possible to fight against Beiye? Look at me?"

Ya Lanzhu stood up, grabbed the edge of the window, placed an ant crawling on the window lattice in her palm, and watched it run around, seeming to think of Zhan Beiye who was chased by her and fled in embarrassment. He laughed crisply.

She said: "The first time I saw Meng Fuyao. She told me, Zhuzhu, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. Hey, what an interesting thing, I love her when I hear it." /

She said: "I slept in her bed when I was in Huazhou Inn, and then somehow went outside. I woke up in the morning and found that the quilt was tightly covered. My quilt always fell underground in the morning. So I wondered why the quilt didn't fall off." She turned to look at Yunhen, "Guess, guess what, why didn't the quilt fall off?"

Yun Hen thought for a while, and said: "She got you together?"

Ya Lanzhu wrinkled her nose: "I can kick it off when I'm close. It was she who moved the chair and pressed the quilt. At that time, I was thinking, this person is really funny, and I can I don’t care about the quilt. My mother and the queen didn’t care about it. Hey, it’s so troublesome. No wonder I feel so hot."

Yun Hen looked at her, a smile gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Later Sun Wuji passed the news of his death." Ya Lanzhu smiled at the ant Mimi, and leaned closer to smell the earthy smell of it. "She didn’t move anything, so quiet that it scared me, so I squatted She looked at her in front of her, thinking if it was me who followed the news of the death of Beiye, how would I react? I would definitely not be like her. I was all laughing, but the whole person was empty. I would be crazy and make trouble. The knife went out to slaughter people, and then killed himself in front of Zhan Beiye grave, but Meng Fuyao, like her, I wanted to cry for others for the first time."

Yun Hen shook her body, held her hand on the window lattice, and she looked at him with a smile, and said, "Is it uncomfortable? That's how I feel, I am a human being, and I will be jealous, jealous, and fight. Kitano tried to kill her when she was desperately chasing her, but I knew that if I really did this, fighting Kitano would never really be mine."

She slowly drew a long, straight, endless line on the wooden window lattice with her nails: "Meng Fuyao taught me to persevere."

She sent the ant back to its original path, dialed its tentacles to correct its wrong direction, and gently said, "Send you home." Then she climbed up the window, opened her arms, and said loudly in the wind: "Persevere!"

Her exquisite figure is crawling high, the colorful pigtails are spread out, one purple and one golden trouser legs are filled with wind, and the whole person is a colorful sail pulled up against the wind, and the cloud marks recede slightly One step, he looked up at the child—he always thought she was just a child, and he had never even paid attention to her. Under Meng Fuyao’s shining and sturdy halo, the light of this child who resembled her was concealed, but today He only discovered that Ya Lanzhu, who loves to play and loves children, has a maturity and wisdom in her heart that is not inferior to anyone. Maybe she will not be able to achieve Meng Fuyao's achievements in her life, but from the brilliance and fullness of human nature, she is Parallel of Meng Fuyao.

This little pampered princess, this princess who is constantly chasing her beloved with the laughing stock of the world on her back, this princess who looks promising but was cut and destroyed by a knife, she has ten thousand reasons to hate Meng Fuyao .

However, she chose to raise her eyes and look further away.

The more selfish people are, the more generous they are.

He looked at her as if he saw the deep black sky of the low pressure of stratus clouds. There was a white light in the far distance, so subtle and invisible, but so bright and invigorating, but that With a touch of light, he silently told everyone that the sky would dawn.

Ya Lanzhu turned her head, she yelled, a bit agitated, her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly jumped down, dragging the cloud mark and walking away.

"Why are we hapless couple looking stupidly here? Let's go and drink!"

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"Master Yuanbao, I warn you, if you follow me, I will fry you, steam, boil, and fry you to make a Manchu Banquet!" Meng Fuyao kicked and walked, shouting at the back without looking back.

Master Yuanbao is wronged. Who is going to follow you? The one who follows you is obviously my unscrupulous master. I'm just a foil that is carried by him. You are picking soft persimmons!

Master Yuan Bao, who was in his master's hand, looked at the sky sadly with his arms folded, thinking about a serious proposition: Is he going to guilty with Meng Fuyao's character? Since meeting her, the sky has enjoyed the "Heavenly Mysterious Rat". , It became a bodyguard **** with a side gift, the status is declining, and the prospect is bleak.

The master suddenly looked down at it, read the injustice of Dou E from the bottom of his heart, touched its head comfortably, and held it comfortably—changing his hands.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw that someone was still smiling pleasantly. Suddenly the small universe smoked and stopped returning to the room. He stood still and said with a smirk: "His Royal Highness, I suddenly feel that I have I must apologize to you."

"Huh?" Changsun Wuji smiled, his smile overflowing like a moon, "I will say that I will forgive you."

Meng Fu grinds his teeth, hissing: "I broke your happy marriage, but I found out that I was wrong, I shouldn't do it, you two are so good!"

"Oh?"

"They are all liars!" Meng Fuyao felt nauseous when he thought of the lotus. "One who didn't have a Xuanji map said that he had one, and one who clearly had Xuanji said that he didn't!"

Zhang Sun Wuji looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and said for a long time: "Fuyao, please think about it carefully. From knowing you to now, maybe I have something that I haven't explained to you, but whenever I say something, Have you ever lied?"

Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes and thought about it carefully, and found that it seemed...really not.

"From now on, it appears!" She speaks eloquently and arrogantly.

Changsun Wuji smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her, and pulled her vigorously, and slid up.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Meng Fuyao finished yelling and found that he was already sitting on the wall with a yell. This courtyard was high on the wall. Sitting on it, you can see the streets and alleys of Pandu, simple and orderly roads, heavy and heavy. The buildings, row upon row of houses, and the imposing imperial palace in the distance, the midnight cool breeze and the unextinguished lights of thousands of families rushed across the face, making people feel refreshed.

"People stay in high places, because they see more and more complicated things, and their minds are more clear." If there is a deep meaning in Changsun Wuji's words, Meng Fuyao's heart moved when he heard it, and his nose was tilted." So I will take you to the wall and blow the air to wake up your mind."

"I've always been sober and wise, and unparalleled in wisdom." She turned her head and pushed Changsun Wuji viciously, "Go down, go down, the wall is narrow, you obstruct my vision."

"People who are parallel to you will never hinder your vision. Very often, it is only yourself that hinders you." Changsun Wuji has a special philosophy tonight, "Fuyao, are you hating me for lying?"

"Natural." Meng Fu shook his head to look at him, his eyes bright like a pair of cat's eye gems, "I'm not so hypocritical, I don't like it and I won't admit it."

Smiled slightly, the grandson Wuji made a cloak out of nowhere, put it on her, and said: "The wind is strong, be careful of cold." Then he said: "The Xuanji picture I sent out as a betrothal gift, there really is no Get it back."

"Huh?"

"Everyone in the world thinks that there is only one copy of Xuanji, but in fact there are two copies." Long Sun Wuji smiled, "It comes from the two plackets of a cloak, each with half of the content written, the real Xuanji picture, eight hundred and eight Twelve characters, eight chapters, I give you the other half."

"Since what you took out was only your half, why didn't the half that were given out in Folian's hands?" Meng Fuyao wondered, "She even used the Yuehua Jin which looks like a silver brocade as a Xuanji map, and it even seems Haven't seen the real product at all?"

"This is the reason why I want to divorce." Changsun Wuji looked at her with a deep smile, "I met inhuman."

"You mean, your fiancee is 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 may be that the real picture is missing. She reluctantly acts as a fake substitute." Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile from the corner of her eyes as if thinking. "Some things will come to light sooner or later, but Fuyao, I have to thank you, you finally helped me solve that woman."

"Isn’t it a pity?" Meng Fuyao smiled and looked at her, "So beautiful, so noble, and so perfect, and even the temperament is like you. It’s a natural beauty created with great pains, hey, I took it down alive. , So wicked."

"There are more wicked things." Changsun Wuji broke the branches and took a leisurely taste, and said lightly, "I heard that they left Tiansha overnight. I asked them to wait on the border. Zhan Nancheng tried to What I did, I will return it as it is."

"You sent someone to assassinate Buddha Lotus——" Meng Fuyao understood what he meant in an instant, and his body dashed up, his eyes widened, "Telling God?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's a fault or not. The key is Feng Jingfan's death." Changsun Wuji turned his eyes and stroked her hair gently, "I will die soon."

Meng Fuyao bit her lip and didn't speak. She was a bit speechless. Although Changsun Wuji didn't say it clearly, why didn't she know that he wanted to kill Buddhalian for her? With Changsun Wuji's disposition, he actually doesn't bother to assassinate, let alone kill a woman like Buddhism, but he still chooses to go against his principles and shoot as quickly as possible, purely because he does not want to let Buddhism who hate her so much. Chance to make any variables that are not good for her.

With the means of the grandson Wuji, there are totally many ways to settle the marriage with Folian quietly and unscrupulously, but he indulged her to adopt the most intense one, causing an irreconcilable deep hatred between the two. Then he took action to clean up the mess for her.

Doing something so stupid to him is just because he wants her to live more freely and happily.

Meng Fuyao was stunned for a while, turned around, and said with a red nose: "I'm sorry...I always don't trust you enough."

"You don't trust me enough, it's my own reason." Changsun Wuji was trying to braid her again. He seemed to be particularly interested in her hair. "I always keep secrets and are not honest enough. Such a temperament, I can't blame you for not believing me."

"No, not in the future." Meng Fuyao felt ashamed and felt that the grandson Wou-ki was really a good person. If she was wronged, remember to explain to her. She was excited and passionate, and suddenly felt that she had a lack of conscience and was thinking Thinking of how to repay such a gentleman, suddenly the gentleman behind her leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Well, Fu Yao, what is the thing you wear next to your body? Why are there two straps? ?"

Close to the body...belt...Meng Fushao, who was thinking of repaying, turned his mind for a while before realizing it—he was talking about her self-made mask!

While she is wearing a single shirt with a cloak outside, how did he see the cover?

This damned gentleman!

Meng Fuyao yelled angrily, and kicked his feet—the shameless you, I knew I should pair you with Buddha Lotus!

As soon as the leg was lifted, he was held down by the grandson Wuji. He put one hand on her leg, and the other was between his lips: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Meng Fuyao intuitively wanted to scold him for playing mystery, and then vaguely heard the sound of footsteps in the alley opposite under the wall, and turned his head.

The night is light and the alleys are deep, and the scholars who study hard in front are awake at night. The dark silhouettes are reflected on the window paper, and there is a dim yellow light from the windows, which is like a crescent in the alleys. Place.

In the depths, there is a chaotic darkness, gradually peeling off the outline of a human figure, and someone slowly walked out of the dark color at the end of the alley.

He walked very slowly, he seemed to be holding something in his arms, and he called in a low voice as he walked, the voice was brought by the wind, and he heard a few words: "...the soul is back..."

It is a soul-calling for the dead in the middle of the night.

Meng Fuyao sighed slightly, looking at the shadow, the other party was very young, walking alone in the middle of the night, calling all the way, he must be a filial son who called to the elders.

She didn't want to disturb the communication between the Yin and Yang. She turned around and tried to go down the wall. When she turned her head, she suddenly saw the man walk into the crescent-like dim light. The light reflected on his eyebrows and eyes. She was delicate, gentle and sad. .

Yan Jingchen!

Meng Fuyao froze on the wall, forgetting to leave.

She sat next to Changsun Wuji, watching Yan Jingchen's lonely figure slowly emerging from the depths of the alley, looking at the smooth sapphire jar in his arms, watching him slowly and gently chanting his soul When Xi came back, he scattered the paper money in his hand bit by bit. The gray-white thin paper flew away from his fingertips like a butterfly, and then was carried over the wall silently by the wind and disappeared.

All the traces of a person in the world, such as a kite flying away from a broken line.

A piece of paper money seems to be still thinking about it, floating and drifting, and then rushing to Meng Fu's palm.

Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand to hold it, the thin and soft touch came into the bottom of her heart in an instant, swept across her heart, sweeping out some soft pain, she raised her eyes and looked at Yan Jingchen who was concentrating on evocation, suddenly remembered , Today is Pei Yuan’s first seven days.

According to the custom of Taiyuan, on the first seven days of the deceased, the relatives of the deceased have to walk again where she has walked to call upon her.

Meng Fuyao's gaze fell on the small sapphire jar, the woman in red, who was as gorgeous as a peony, and who had to show her presence indefinitely wherever she went, now really turned into this silent simplicity Is there a piece of gray powder in the small jar?

Will her unwilling soul settle in such a small shelter, or will it struggle to get free?

And Yan Jingchen, the son of Guijie of the Yutang Golden Horse and the heir of the Lord’s Family, a young man who had a smooth life but stumbled step by step after meeting her, how would he walk the rest of the way?

Some encounters are inherently unfair, such as the encounter between her and Yan Jingchen and Xuan Yuanshan, from beginning to end, just to make her travel thousands of miles forward, and then she left without looking back and walking away, he But he refused to admit that it was missed, and was squandered, because he kept making the wrong choice because of the loss, and then lost it again.

Thinking of everything he had heard and seen in Zhanbeiheng’s industry, Meng Fuyao’s fingertips were slightly cold, and he was silent for the coldness of this fate. Then he felt his palm warmed. Someone gently held her hand, She took out the paper money she was holding in a daze, and then wrapped her fingers with her five fingers.

His warm palm has a smooth touch, which is brushed from fingertips to the bottom of his heart like silk satin, ironed and soft, like a deep heart embracing a light feather.

He can always read her feelings in time at any hour, and tell her in his own way: I will be with you.

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at him, thinking that he was lucky after all. Not everyone can enjoy such a warm, non-demanding companionship, and those people, Yan Jingchen, Pei Yuan, Folian, They are still loved ones, but some people are wrong in the love process, and some are wrong in the way of love.

She met the person with the most correct process and method.

However, destiny always joked with her-she met with luck, but could not have it with luck.

Blinking an eye, blinking desperately under the sourness of his eyes, Meng Fuyao looked at Yan Jingchen's lonely and bleak shadow stretched by the light, pursed his mouth, and wrote in the palm of Changsun Wuji: I want to kill the smoke kill.

Changsun Wuji paused and answered: Okay.

Taking a silent breath, Meng Fuyao smiled.

Yan Jingchen—I killed your wife, so I had to kill your master as a compensation.

Yan Jingchen didn’t know the couple who was standing high on the wall at this moment watching him call for souls for his deceased wife. At this moment, he made a life-long decision. He quietly sprinkled paper money and hugged the cold green jade jar in his arms. Here, he was slightly warmed by his body temperature-this was the first time he held Peiyuan so close.

The proud woman, after all, curled up in his arms in this way.

The mouth of the jar at the bottom of the hand is as cold as frost and snow, like the snow of last winter, one after another on the solitary mountain on the outskirts of Yanjing City. He was drinking sullen wine in the snow, and the ground was piled up with messy jars. ——At that time, he had just met Smoke Kill, and he was "fortunate" to be accepted as a disciple. After the initial joy, nightmare came, and worse, this matter was vaguely confronted by several people who had always been fighting with him. Gui Jie's children guessed that some unspeakable jokes were gradually circulating among the Yanjing nobles—expressed in ambiguous tone, awkward eyes, snicker hints, and obscene actions.

That kind of joke was an invisible wall in front of him, invisible and intangible, but standing so coldly in front of him, he was bruised and bruised, but he didn’t have any power to break it-the tongue of the world , This is the coldest trap in the world. There is no way to kill, the more you struggle, the more injuries you get.

Then she appeared.

Following the Taiyuan Palace change, Shangyuan appeared in front of him for the first time after the founding of the nation.

He thought she was coming to taunt him and laughed at him, so he covered his face lazily with his sleeves, but he heard her sit down beside him and grabbed a pot of wine, because her noble princess would never Some rude gestures opened the mud seal and drank it clean without hesitation.

After the wine jar emptied, she threw the jar far away, watching the gleam of blue light pierced through the clouds and fog into the deep valley, listening to the shattering sound echoing sharply under the cliff, and then she said: "I Marry you."

He looked back suddenly, she didn't look at him, and the exquisite profile was calm and firm. She made a final decision on the major events of this life, and then she got up and said, "You come to hire in three days."

He was ashamed to be hired under Pei’s house again, fearing that he would be humiliated again, but he was happy, and said: “It’s rare to have a voluntary pretence. In fact, the old man doesn’t care about it, but you are thin-skinned, and she is willing to marry you. Your whole life will be complete, and the old man will propose you a marriage personally." He went and came back happily, saying: "Get ready to get married."

Later, he learned that Pei Yuan had used those three days to persuade the angry General Pei, and also talked to Yan Sha. As for what she had given to get such a result, he would never find the answer in this life. Up.

He never knew that those named husbands and wives lived in two courtyards. She was alone in her empty boudoir with a lone lamp, looking at the lights in his courtyard.

After that, those rumors disappeared-Pei Yuan's marriage was the most powerful refutation of those speculations.

He lost her as much as she sacrificed.

She loves him, he loves her, but she loves him.

There are so many funny comic strips in life that have trapped the entanglement and sentiments of a lifetime.

Yan Jingchen slowly stroked the sapphire jar, and slowly pressed her face to it. It was so cool, a little bit awkward, like her temperament, thorny, cold and arrogant, not gentle, Even with poison, but only he knew that the heat of her life was only given to him.

It's just that from then on, the light that faltered and warmed him was blown out by Sen Ryo's fate.

Yan Jingchen hugged the sapphire jar tightly, and slowly and desolately turned around. The people on the wall silently stared at his back, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes, even Master Yuan Bao got out of the sleeves of the long-term Wuji. , Squeezed between the two and watched Yan Jingchen leave with paper money. His round black eyes became a little moist, thinking: I think back then, in the sky, that beautiful black pearl...

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Yan Jingchen stretched his back, embedded in the lonely night.

There was a loud noise in the night.

Two people, singing loudly and laughing, swayed into the alley, and the crisp sound broke through the sad silence.

"Brother, drink again... drink three more altars!"

"I'm not drunk... uh... I'm not drunk!"

"Don't... hide from me... you **** ghost... girl like a flower, you just hide!"

"Bah bah! Bah bah!"

Ms. Hua sang loudly and laughed, walking the slanted "Z" steps, with open eyes and smiles, suffering from her unlucky drinker, holding her arms with great care, and twisting all the way. The collision came.

Meng Fuyao black line on the wall—when did Ya Lanzhu ran out to drink with Yunhen? Drunk into this virtue?

Aranzhu began to sing.

"Brother, you go forward boldly, younger sister, I will not look back, elder brother, you ran three horses, younger sister, I was exhausted by nine cows..."

Meng Fuyao let out a "uh", a fierce boy pierced his grandson Wuji's shoulder, desperately blocking his laughter, oh my god, this girl is so superb at tampering with the lyrics, I hummed it again , When it came to her mouth, why did the horse die and the cow die?

She smiled with her shoulders trembling, like a silent butterfly fluttering in the dim light, Chang Sun Wuji smiled and held her in her arms, raised her head, thinking that the lyrics are actually quite simple and appropriate. It's suitable for myself.

Master Yuan Bao squatted on the shoulders of his master, staring at Meng Fuyao contemptuously—you are embarrassed to laugh? It's not you, how do we nobles know what vulgarity is?

The drunk couple in the alley didn’t know this wall trick. They bumped all the way. They walked across from Yan Jingchen. Yan Jingchen frowned, fearing that they would damage his arms. Jar, hurry up and hold the jar in another hand, waiting for them to pass by one side.

When Ya Lanzhu passed by his side, she suddenly turned to vomit or vomit. She was a princess, and she was used to vomiting at the gargle. Her dizzy eyeballs turned around and glanced. He caught a glimpse of a suspicious object in Yan Jingchen's arms and reached out to grab it.

Yan Jingchen raised his eyebrows, he was about to push her with his hand, and the cloud mark pulled Yalan Zhu like lightning, raised his hand, and said angrily: "She is drunk and unintentional, how can you make such a heavy move! "

The two arm each other, and when they looked up and looked at each other under the light, they all said "Ah" and said: "It's you."

Yan Jingchen calmly took a look at Yun Hen, put down her hand and left without saying a word. Yun Hen looked at him with a flickering light in her eyes, and Ya Lanzhu suddenly strayed and knocked over again. To hit the wall, Yun Hen had to catch her, just as Ya Lanzhu was dancing wildly with her hands and feet. With a "chuck", half of Yun Hen's robe was torn off by the drunkard, and something clinked to the ground.

Yun Hen didn’t hear the sound of falling. He hurriedly went to help Yalan Zhu, who was drunk and muddied. He didn’t hold it anywhere, so he dragged her collar and walked away. Suddenly he heard Yan Jingchen behind him. : "Stop."

Yun Hen turned around and saw Yan Jingchen holding a small lapis lazuli swallow at a glance. His face suddenly changed, and he put Ya Lan Zhu against the wall, and he wanted to rush over.

Yan Jingchen shrank his hands and said in a deep voice, "Where did you come from?"

"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 coldly: "This is the mark that my Yan family's children have since they were born. Non-Yan family's direct descendants can't have it. You can't tell the origin today. I can't pay you back." After speaking, he turned around holding the jar and left.

Yunhen immediately rushed over.

Before he arrived, Yan Jingchen half turned around, and a sword light had already been pulled out like a sharp lightning. Yunhen snorted coldly, and the white light on the bottom of his hand vibrated, and there was a loud noise.

The two actually fought.

On the wall, Meng Fuyao straightened his eyes and murmured: "Why did you fight?" She was far away, and she couldn't hear the conversation between the two in low voices, but only vaguely saw Yan Jingchen picking up something, and Yunhen asked. Yes, and then staged a full martial arts.

Chang Sun Wuji took her hand, looked in that direction, and said leisurely: "There are some things, even if they are covered by time for a long time, they will eventually be broken by fate."

The wind screamed in the alley, and the fight between Yun Hen and Yan Jingchen soon came to an end.

Yan Jingchen single-handedly used the sword, it would not be Yunhen's opponent at all, but Yunhen didn't want to fight, just want to force him to return things quickly, after a dozen moves, Yunhen's sword light has been overwhelmed. Yan Jingchen was fighting with one hand.

Yan Jingchen pursed his lips and looked at the cloud marks that were conceivable despite the sword aura. A suspicion flashed under his eyes. He suddenly handed the sapphire jar forward and said hurriedly: "My wife's ashes !"

The sword light of the cloud mark is as fast as electricity. Before Yan Jingchen's words are finished, his sword light has reached the tank body. Hearing this sentence, the cloud mark was shocked, and he fumbled backwards with great force. Rushing back, he was immediately knocked back.

Then a sword like autumn water was gently placed on his throat.

Meng Fuyao, who was watching the battle on the wall, thought that Yunhen would win, but the battle was turned upside down in an instant. In shock, he murmured "despicable" and went down, but he was held back by Changsun Wuji.

Immediately, she saw Yan Jingchen's eyes.

The waves are rolling, turbulent, and full of shocked, puzzled and puzzled eyes.

She also saw his mouth shape.

He was talking:

"Brother."