She said, at least three thousand taels. ”

"I have the money, but why should I lend it to you?" Ye Cheng asked rhetorically.

Su Ziping looked at the broken sword in his hand and said, "You said that this is Jing Ke's sword, it must be very valuable, I will sell it to you, okay?"

The sword is the life of the swordsman, the soul of the swordsman.

If a swordsman does not have a sword, he is no different from dead.

"Jing Ke's sword, I was just looking at things and thinking about people at the time, and now I have lost interest. Ye Cheng said lightly.

"Got it. Su Ziping turned around and left.

"Where to go?"

"Go find someone else and see who's going to buy it. ”

"It's not the work of a swordsman to desecrate this sword like this, and your master is watching from the sky. ”

"You!" Su Ziping said with some annoyance.

"Is this the case now, this sword is your master, you have to choose between your master and the woman you like, back to my original question, your master and Oiran had a fight, who are you going to help? It seems that you have a choice. Ye Cheng said lightly.

A gust of wind blew across the lake, and the whole lake wrinkled one after another.

Several people's hair danced in the breeze, and the whole scene was a little silent and a little cold.

"Hey!" Su Ziping exhaled silently, he was still defeated.

"Yes, it turns out that I was really defeated. Su Ziping accepted his fate, but he still had hope, and he still had a loved one to save.

Ye Cheng got up and said: "I can give you the money, but I don't dare to guarantee that you can be with her forever, let's make a bet, thirty years later, I will go to you, if you are still in love, I don't want you to pay back the money, if you have broken up, I will compensate you double." ”

Ye Cheng was not afraid that Su Ziping would run away as agreed, he believed in Su Ziping's character, which he could still see.

"I promise you. Su Ziping said.

"Let's go. ”

Ye Cheng took Su Ziping and walked towards the red sleeves.

Ye Cheng directly called the person with the red sleeves to call the person who could manage things with the red sleeves.

Soon, a man who looked like a butler came, he looked at the three people and asked, "Is there something?"

"Tell your master, yesterday's Oiran, we will redeem her and buy her slave status. Ye Cheng said.

The man glanced at Ye Cheng, nodded, and walked back.

After a long time, the butler came back and said, "Yes, three thousand five hundred taels, give you a sedan chair, you can send it wherever you want." ”

Ye Cheng took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms, handed them to the housekeeper, and said, "Four thousand taels, this year's Oiran is worth this price, go and get the slave status, by the way, call people out, the sedan chair will not be needed." ”

The butler was not surprised, took the stack of silver tickets, and walked back.

After a long time, Mu Nini walked out of the stairs and looked at Su Ziping in astonishment.

It's only been so long since they were separated, and it's unbelievable that Su Ziping was able to find a way to get himself out of this place.

"Childe, this is Miss Mu's slave status, put it away, and Mu Nini will have nothing to do with Red Sleeves from now on. ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

Ye Cheng and Bai Ze walked forward, while Su Ziping took Mu Nini's hand and followed them to the door.

They came to the lake where the Oiran had been selected.

"I will keep the slave book, and within thirty years, if Miss Mu regrets being with him, she can come to me at any time, and I will return it at any time. Thirty years from now, if the two of us are still together, then how about I give my hands as slaves?"

Su Ziping and Mu Nini looked at each other and smiled, and responded, "Okay." ”

After saying goodbye, Su Ziping and Mu Nini left, Ye Cheng didn't know where they were going, but according to Su Ziping's temperament, he should have taken Mu Nini to the end of the world with a sword.

Until thirty years later......

Ye Cheng and Bai Ze met the familiar person in a bamboo forest.

It's just that......

A lonely grave was buried in the depths of the bamboo forest, and Su Ziping drank alone in front of the tomb, feeling sad.

"What happened?" Ye Cheng was a little surprised, this situation was a bit unexpected, he never thought that there was a third situation.

Su Ziping shook his head, the corners of his mouth were bent up, and said: "My wife died of illness twenty years ago, and there is no result in searching for famous doctors all over the world, and now she can only be separated by yin and yang. ”

Su Ziping didn't care why Ye Cheng's appearance hadn't changed now, his heart was dead, and he didn't have the heart to go to those things.

Ye Cheng frowned, he didn't expect that such a thing would happen during the time when he was asleep, if he was there, then this kind of thing would not have happened.

Ye Cheng took out Mu Nini's slave from his arms, this was the purpose of his visit this time, and he wanted to return it to them.

Ye Cheng always felt that Su Ziping and Mu Nini should spend the past thirty years safely.

Su Ziping took the slave and burned it in front of the tomb.

"I often think of me and her, like Nan Ke in a dream, and eventually wake up. ”

"I will be lonely for the rest of my life, gathering in the places where I have been with her, reminiscing about the past in the catkins and snowflakes, but after all, it is just the clouds of the past, and the clouds have fallen. ”

"I'm also waiting for you here, I want to tell you a result, now it's over, I'm leaving, there is a monk waiting for me. ”

Su Ziping got up and handed Ye Cheng a wine glass.

"I thank you, but I can't repay you. ”

Su Ziping also poured himself a glass of wine, and the two of them drank it all after clinking glasses.

"This is my sword, I don't need it now, here you are. Su Ziping handed over the broken sword to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng heard him say so much, and he didn't understand: "What monk are you talking about?"

Su Ziping shook his head and did not elaborate.

Ye Cheng took the sword and sighed.

Su Ziping said leisurely to the lonely grave:

Snowflakes are floating, scattered, snowflakes falling, forgetting, sprinkling, dreams are drunk and sad, greed and hatred, and they are in vain!

The catkins are floating, the feelings are confused, the catkins are scattered, and the end is slim, gathering and scattering, the color is declining, the dream is broken, and the flowers are falling.

Light green jade, appreciating Jieyu, picking new green, rouge fish, graceful art girl, drunk life and dream of death, Nan Ke a dream, white hair and green silk.

The fog is scattered, the tide is ebbed and flowing, and the flowers are seen in the fog, and the shadows are vast.

In the past life and the present day, butterflies and artemisia are turned into butterflies, and people are dispersed at the end of the song, and they reunite in Mengqiao.

……

Zhao Wanru finished reading this story, and the people behind her also finished reading it.

They were all a little sad, and when they heard the song, they knew that the story must be a tragedy.

This story has no ups and downs, no joys and sorrows, only a bland tone.

But it's such a story, and it still can't escape the tragedy.

"I really didn't expect that in the end, it was because Mu Nini died of illness and didn't go to the end with Su Ziping. Yin Lin sighed.

"Yes, the four thousand taels of silver were not returned to the mysterious man. Sister Ning said.

"Four thousand taels of silver may just test the steadfastness of their love, but the mysterious man did not expect that one died of illness, and the other finally became a monk. Wang Qin quickly came to the conclusion that she was also older.

"In the past and today, butterflies and artemisia are turned into butterflies, and people are dispersed at the end of the song, and they reunite in Mengqiao. Even if Su Ziping is a monk, he still loves Mu Nini, otherwise he wouldn't say the words of the end of the song and the reunion of Meng Qiao. ”

"It's all in the past, don't think about it, tragedy is always emotional, I just hope it doesn't happen to me. ”

The crowd nodded.

Zhao Wanru looked at the last sentence, and a man's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, and she was suddenly a little surprised, and tears flowed silently from her right eye.