A gentle kiss fell to the center of the eyebrows, like a dragonfly in the water, and the heart was winged.

The tunic was unbuttoned, and the plain tunic was stacked at the waist, revealing a white figure.

The jade lotus root comes out of the sludge, delicate like a piece of porcelain, and the two red plums are the best embellishment.

Su Tingyu stared at the water-colored curtain on the top of the bed, her eyes were full of bitterness, and the crystal beads rolled down her temples and disappeared.

The light gauze curtain slowly hung down, dyed with delicate streamers, like an ethereal fog, blurring a cloud and rain in Wushan.

"Which palace are you from? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Su Tingyu finally gave up struggling, and he didn't want to pretend anymore.

He thought that being alienated and indifferent to him was the best protection for him, but he was wrong......

He still loves himself, the pot of wine, the begonia flowers, and the paintings on the wall, bit by bit, are enough to prove his place in his heart.

And what about yourself?

Su Tingyu didn't know that the shell he had built with his ruthlessness was so vulnerable, obviously he had never forgotten it, and he had always loved it......

Mu Yangui, I can't stand you......

The begonias in the yard are in full bloom, a gust of wind comes, the fragrant petals are flying, the red rain is sufficient, even if there are thousands of reluctance, all kinds of helplessness, after the charm goes down, it will eventually drift away from the branches, turn into dust.

The night is longer and more leaky, and the soothing incense at the head of the bed has burned out.

A stream of downhill disturbed the dreamer.

Su Tingyu suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel dizzy, but the scene in front of him suddenly made him awake instantly.

All around was already a burst of fire, and the raging flames enveloped everything, like a mad demon, greedily devouring the cherry blossoms, and the thick smoke blurred the vision, choking people to tears.

"Yan Gui, wake up, Mu Yan Gui!"

Su Tingyu frantically shook the person next to him, but the person on the bed seemed to be dead, his messy hair was against his cheeks, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he pushed it.

Su Tingyu could only wrap a piece of clothing at will, and dragged Mu Yangui to rush out.

Tongues of fire are raging, and black smoke is scorching. The stools, chairs, tables, screens, and bookshelves were all submerged in the sea of fire, and the sound of "crackling" things burning and bursting was everywhere.

The fragments of the burning wall rushed to his face, and Su Tingyu blocked one hot piece of broken wood after another for Mu Yangui.

The hoarse cry for help was mixed with intermittent choking, slightly fragile, powerless and desperate.

Blood oozed from his back, staining his clothes red, the only robe that covered his body was burned to shreds, and his hands were scorched with scars from the splashing sparks, but he never let go of the person he was holding onto.

Su Tingyu thought about it, as long as he could escape, he told him that he loved him, he loved him from the beginning, he never changed, and he was willing to give everything to him.

Su Tingyu shuttled through the fire, like a caged bird, trying to find a way out.

Finally saw a glimmer of light, Su Tingyu stepped over the crossbar blocking the road and escaped, but failed to rescue Mu Yangui.

Su Tingyu watched the beam smash towards Mu Yangui.

With a bang, all the dedication, all the regrets, and all the hopes of the cherry blossoms were extinguished.

The fire gradually went out, leaving wisps of green smoke, broken walls, and desolation.

Su Tingyu's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground weakly, for a long time, trembling and crawling up the ruins, ignoring the scorching residual temperature, he peeled off the pieces of black scorched wood, and his tears were like pearls with broken threads, smashing to the back of his hand, mixed with the blood flowing from the wound, dripping into the cracks.

He regretted that he had just died in the fire together, and he was willing, it was better than now, separated by yin and yang.

A sad whimper wafts away the wind juice...

Su Tingyu, formerly known as Su Ruochen.

The swallow does not return to the late spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold.

It's just that he'll never know anymore.

Because, from now on, there is no more Mu Yan in the world to General Mu.

Tonight's General's Mansion is exceptionally quiet, and there is not even a single servant

"This famous sword made of dark iron is really sharp, thank you for me, Your Majesty. Mu Yangui's fingertips brushed the blade of the sword, and he took advantage of the situation to pull a sword flower, and the verdant bamboo leaves reflected the cold light and fell down.

"As the saying goes, 'the sword is given to the hero', the general's victory in the northwest this time, pacified the trouble, pacified the people in the frontier, His Majesty was overjoyed, and specially ordered someone to find the sword and give it to the general. The gift has been delivered, and the slave will take his leave first. Su Tingyu saluted, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed, "General, ...... are you?"

"Ting Yu, can you stay a little longer, just today?" A non-wavering sentence came from above his head, making it impossible to hear the tone of the speaker or see the expression of the speaker.

Su Tingyu straightened his waist, broke free with all his might, and said with the same expressionless face: "What else does the general command? If there is nothing important, the slave will still ......."

"Tingyu, please. ”

Mu Yangui tried to keep Su Tingyu many times, but he was ruthlessly rejected when he returned.

This time, if he was still rejected, Mu Yangui didn't know what to do.

Su Tingyu sighed, flicked his sleeves, and the attendants behind him retreated.

The long sword was sheathed and put back into a wooden plate lined with bright yellow brocade cloth, and the red sword spike swayed to itself.

Mu Yangui pulled Su Tingyu into the room.

An eight-fold landscape screen separates the inside from the outside, and a begonia is inserted in a slender blue-glazed porcelain vase by the window.

It was Su Tingyu's favorite flower. In the past, as long as Mu Yan returned to the palace, he would definitely bring him a branch. Today, the begonias are still the same, but they no longer get a trace of pity from the flowers.

"As long as the flowers bloom, they will always change with a new branch, and now you are here. Mu Yangui pulled out the flower branch, and the water droplets spilled out, flowing along the mouth of the bottle to the bottom, and blurred a circle, "I am not here, you ......"

What should I do?

"How are you doing?"

The days of pampering are naturally happy.

"Do you miss me?"

Funny, what a self-indulgent sentence.

Su Tingyu glanced at the flower and replied coldly: "It's better to put it back, the flower should be inserted in the bottle to look good." ”

A jade pot on the table, a pair of wine bottles.

Mu Yangui poured two glasses of wine, which overflowed with mellow aroma and sent it to Su Tingyu's mouth, "This is what you and I buried under the begonia tree together that year." Somehow, today I saw that the tree was dying, and when I pulled out the roots, I found this pot of wine. Do you see my memory, drink?"

That year, the two buried this pot of wine in the courtyard of the General's Mansion together, and made an appointment to drink it happily on their big day.

The swaying sake in the cup is full of memories, and it makes people's hearts shake when they see it.

Su Tingyu took the wine glass and drank it all, hoping that this sip of wine could suppress the emotions in his heart.

He was afraid to remember the past, afraid that those old nostalgia would break the wall he had built with great difficulty, and afraid of regretting the decision he had made. After so many years, I can already do it without thinking about him or thinking about him, right?

I drank so much that I couldn't help but choke. The white porcelain cup slid down his fingertips and split as it touched the ground, the remnants of sake wetting the hem of his clothes. Su Tingyu propped up the table and coughed a few times.

"Look at you, if you like it, this pot is all for you. ”