But fate has made you, you have amnesia. When I went to the battlefield, I couldn't stop thinking about you, I don't know if that feeling is like, whether it's the way I love someone in the book, but when I came back and saw you and my brother married, my first thought was to run away with you, I don't want you to be with others, no one can. Hahaha, you don't remember anything now, what am I telling you to do with this?" Murong Jin paused, turned around and just took a step, and turned his head suddenly, like a torrent bursting, "No, I want to say, I must say, Shen Yu, I ......"

Those two words finally swallowed into his stomach, but Shen Yu knew what he was going to say, because, too.

The night breeze blew off pieces of ginkgo biloba leaves, like colorful butterflies, colorful and gorgeous, blowing the clothes of the people under the tree to fly, the green silk fluttering, and blowing people's minds rippling.

A lonely moon on the horizon. In the imperial city, the cave flute sings and dances, and the aftertaste of melodious silk and bamboo has not yet dissipated.

Today is the celebration banquet for Mu Yan to return to the court, and as soon as the banquet ended, he was summoned by the emperor to the imperial study.

"Weichen sees Your Majesty, I don't know what is important for Your Majesty to summon you late at night?"

The emperor closed the fold in his hand, seemed to smile, and said: "The road is far away, General Mu has just returned to Beijing, and he should not have been summoned late at night to disturb the general's rest." ”

"Your Majesty, where is this? "Mu Yangui didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the emperor's gourd.

"This time to pacify the northwest, in just a few days to repel the barbarians, the Mu army is really brave and resourceful. The emperor took a sip of the tea in his hand, and dropped the porcelain cup on the table with a "snap", and exclaimed.

Mu Yangui bowed, and couldn't see the complicated expression of the Ninety-Five, and thanked: "Your Majesty praises falsely, sticks to the territory, protects the stability of the community, and shares worries for Your Majesty It is within the minister's responsibility." ”

The emperor stood up, dragged the layers of clothes to the ground, walked to Mu Yangui's side like a walk, fiddled with the auspicious dragon pattern on the cuffs, and said leisurely: "Back then, your father followed me to fight in all directions, and now General Mu has won many battles with one enemy and one hundred, and most of the generals in the army bow down to him. ”

Since ancient times, emperors have been jealous of their courtiers, but what about the glory they have?

The Mu family's military achievements are true, but they can't know what the ending is.

It's not that Mu Yangui didn't think about his fate, but he didn't know that this day would come so early.

"Weichen doesn't dare, I hope Your Majesty won't listen to the villain's slander, and the heart of the minister and the monarch can be learned. Mu Yangui's forehead was close to the ground, and cold sweat wet the brown bricks along the corners of his forehead.

With a sneer, shuddering, the dark brocade boots stopped in front of him.

"You don't dare in my world, what about my people?"

The scolding is like a sword, reaching the throat, ready to end your life at any time.

Mu Yangui was shocked and finally understood.

What should have happened happened happened.

It was he who was unwilling to entangle the pillow man of the Son of Heaven, who was simply bold.

Before Mu Yangui could react, a scroll was thrown in front of him and slowly spread out, and the appearance of the person on the painting could not be more familiar.

It was Su Tingyu who painted it himself.

The lower right seal clearly notices three words: Mu Yangui, and there is a half-sentence poem on the back of the painting: the white head is not separated.

"What a 'white head is inseparable'! I don't know whose heart the general wants to win? You dare to covet my people!"

In anger, the crown above the emperor's head shook and collided with each other with a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty, this matter is all wishful thinking on the part of Wei Chen, I hope Your Majesty will not blame Su Ting...... Sue-sama. ”

Mu Yangui felt that he was indeed self-inflicted, Su Tingyu was so indifferent, like a lake that freezes all year round, no matter how much warmth he had, he couldn't melt a large area of ice, and he was only to blame that he couldn't let go of this feeling, so he was affected.

"Of course, I can't bear to open the guilt of Tingyu, so you have to be punished for both of you, and you will have to bear all the blame. ”

The emperor could actually see that Su Tingyu's mind was not on him, otherwise he would not have pressed this painting under the pillow, but there was always a way to make him die.

"Wechen is at the mercy of His Majesty. ”

Mu Yangui has a mortal heart, as long as he can protect Su Tingyu, he is desperate.

After a long time, I heard the emperor speak: "You say, how should I deal with you? If I kill you and damage one of my generals, then I will not become a faint king, and second, when Ting Yu knows, don't you hate me to death." So I want you to do something personally, so that Ting Yu completely breaks off his thoughts about you. After the deed is completed, you need to stay incognito, stationed at the border, and you will not be allowed to return to Beijing for the rest of your life. ”

Does he really miss himself?

Su Tingyu paced in the room, his eyes swept over every piece of furnishings here, not wanting to miss every trace of Mu Yangui, and finally stopped at a portrait.

On the wall hangs a portrait of a person, with a dim candle lit and a faded ink.

That's Mu Yangui painted by himself.

At that time, the two of them each made a picture for each other, and they also mentioned a poem on the back, and the two of them stood together: I wish to have one heart, and my head will not be separated.

"It's not troublesome, so you won't get your hand. Ning Meng smiled, "You, don't pick it up directly with your hands next time, what if it is scratched?"

Ning Meng's good temper was also experienced when she was a child, but now listening to Ning Meng's tone like coaxing a child, Ye Jiayi is always a little awkward.

"Go to bed early, good night. ”

Ye Jiayi stood in place, looked at Ning Meng's back and pursed her lips.

People have already moved in according to their own arrangements, but it's still a little weird.

Ye Yi sat in his usual favorite position by the window, with a plate of half-eaten blueberry muffins in front of the table, and his slender fingers tapped lightly in front of the table, and when he hit it for the third time, someone pulled away the chair opposite and leaned over to sit down.

"Sorry, there's someone in this location. Ye Yi looked down at his phone and didn't receive the message that "Floating Dream" had arrived, so he wanted to drive away the person opposite.

"Oh? I thought this was my place. Cheng Musheng pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Zhi...... Resignation ......"

Ye Yi raised his head in surprise, his narrow eyes opened for a moment, staring at the person in front of him.

Ye Yi asked himself if he had seen a lot of good-looking people, after all, there were three in his family, and Ning Meng was another. Although it is Yan Kong, it is rare to see the appearance that you like, and this person in front of you is one.

The long eyelashes are fluttering, and the eyes are very good-looking, as if they have this aura, black and white, and they are clear.

"Are you, Floating Dream?" Seeing such a person for the first time, Ye Yi really wanted to dig a pit to celebrate, of course, this was to throw out the need to fill the pit.

"Otherwise? Cheng Musheng. Cheng Musheng stretched out his slender and white hand and gestured to Ye Yi with his mouth open.

Ye Yi also stretched out his hand, shook it gently, and looked at the person in front of him from time to time.