The memories of the past are vivid, and the scenes reappear in front of me like a slideshow, Jiang Chang'an seems to be floating in the long river of time, and the endless galaxy starry sky is floating in front of him, bright and beautiful.

Every fragment is a bits and pieces of memory.

The stars have changed, and these stars have been around him with the continuous change of time, but Jiang Changan has never found any news about this woman.

Just when there was no clue, in the bleakest corner, there was a dissipated starlight with the long river, breathing bright and dark, dying and almost dying, as if it could be drowned in the long river at any time.

"Found it!"

Jiang Changan's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab it, but he froze.

But seeing an illusory figure walking in the hazy starlight, she looked so unrealistic but so real, what appeared in front of her was the person he had repeatedly dreamed about and seen repeatedly, the difference was that Jiang Changan saw her appearance clearly at this moment.

She was wearing a rose-red brocade jacket, a red coral jade necklace around the neck of the white jade, surrounded by a fluffy white snow fox fur, and her satin-like long hair hung down, only a few strands of it were braided into a hairpan, and a crescent moon red hosta was inserted, which was even more peaceful and elegant.

The jade face is painted in the shape of a faint plum blossom, and the corners of the eyes are lightly smeared with pink makeup, and the original young and immature beautiful appearance is also a little more charming. Her nose is upturned, her mouth is small, and her black and white starry eyes seem to contain endless affection, just blink her eyes, and without opening her mouth, all the words have been eclipsed.

"Chang...... Xi?"

Jiang Changan's mind collided violently, the pain was cracking, and he muttered this strange and gradually familiar name in his mouth, the dust that buried his heart washed away the lead at this moment, revealing the original pearl brilliance, her body was still far away, but Jiang Changan could feel her temperature.

He couldn't contain his excitement, and reached out to stop it, but the starlight passed through the palm of his hand, and the figure was disappearing in front of him at a rapid speed like a meteor.

"Why is this happening? What's going on?"

Mo Cang said: "Nonsense, these are your memories, they are all things that have happened, you are now like I took you back to three days ago, you can only watch, but you have no ability to change what has happened." ”

Jiang Changan looked unwilling, looked at the fading starlight, and said: "Since it is my memory, you have to listen to me, I let it stay, it must be kept!"

As he spoke, a golden light flew towards the starlight in Jiang Chang'an's palm.

"Boy, what are you doing? You are equivalent to self-harm, you want to die and don't affect the deity!" Mo Cang exclaimed in fear, thinking that Jiang Changan was going to forcibly cut this memory out.

But Jiang Chang'an Jinmang just surrounded that little bit of starlight, and gradually, this bit of starlight slowed down until it stopped.

The golden light did not break, but only temporarily stopped its fluttering, like a driftwood drifting in the long river, preventing it from merging into the sea, floating into the eternal and endless darkness.

Mo Cang breathed a sigh of relief: "The deity still thinks you're really crazy......"

In the barren ancient hall, Xia Ji sat like a dying old man with his eyes closed, and there were still ashes of thatch burned out by Jiang Chang'an in the courtyard, and the smell of scorching permeated the entire ancient hall.

He seemed to be enjoying it until there was another man in the courtyard, and his eyes slowly opened.

After seeing the person clearly, he didn't look a little surprised: "You're here to kill me?"

The visitor did not speak.

Xia Ji smiled and said, "You come to send me more than those subordinates come to send me, but I want to know, who sent you?"

Before the visitor could speak, the large, calloused hand touched the knife at his waist.

Xia Ji laughed again, raised his neck slightly and looked at this palace city where extravagance and honesty coexisted, safety and death danced together, and his smile was clear.

The bright moon hangs high, and the stars are dotted, just like when I was a child until the day I was born-

On that day, he burned his favorite calligraphy and paintings, and pinched his favorite gnats to death with his own hands. It's the same way to look up, looking forward to it.

The blade cold front was very fast, so that he didn't feel pain, only the sky was spinning, and his eyes were bright red.

The smell of burnt will mask the smell of blood, and it will not be noticed for at least ten days.

The night was getting darker.

"Your Majesty, rest......"

Xia Xin was still standing in front of the bamboo forest.

Zhen Yunqing stood behind him from outside the palace, bowed his head and said, "Jiang Changan has no dissent. ”

"Got it, you...... Go ahead. Xia Xin waved his sleeves and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Yunqing suddenly knelt on the ground, and said with five bodies: "The minister has something unclear, and I hope that Your Majesty's holy authority will solve the confusion in the minister's heart, so that the minister can leave with peace of mind." ”

Xia Xin said: "Say it......"

"Although you ordered the annihilation of the Flying Fish Villa back then, you did not send anyone, and Xia Ji inquired about Ding Wu's true identity, he is indeed the young master of the Flying Fish Villa, and he is not an impostor at all. The minister specially inquired about this matter, and after the catastrophe of destroying the door, the Flying Fish Villa was burned to ashes, but the young master of the Flying Fish Villa did not die, but was rescued from the fire by others. ”

Who would take the risk to save a dying person at that time? Zhen Yunqing knew that the person who saved him would never be Xia Ji.

But who else has such a scheming? You must know that you were ordered to go to Xia Ji's side as a gentleman only seven years ago, and Ding Wu came to Xia Ji's side nearly ten years ago, this person was much earlier than Xia Xin's actions, and his mind was much more thoughtful, and he was extremely frightened.

"Does it matter if it's real or fake?" Xia Xin said: "Jiang Changan can think of that method, which proves that he has the idea of doing that, and he has the ruthlessness to do that, just by virtue of this, I am enough to believe that he is no worse than Jiang Xiaoru." ”

Zhen Yunqing said: "But in the final analysis, Ding Wu stayed under Xia Ji, most of them were harmful to His Majesty, and now that Ding Wu has not been found, the old minister is afraid that there will be other incidents." ”

"No, it won't. Xia Xin looked up at the starry night sky, after many days of haze, this dark and uncertain day was finally coming to an end.

Zhen Yunqing's eyes suddenly widened, and he said in shock: "Does Your Majesty know who is behind Ding Wu?"

Xia Xin turned around and left, leaving only Zhen Yunqing, who was particularly stunned.

......

Ding Wu tore off the mask on his face, he had been wearing this face for many years, and at this moment he showed his true face, the burning scar on half of his right face was still there, and there were very few people who had seen his face, but it was this half of his face that made Xia Ji completely trust the hatred between him and Xia Xin.

The room was dark, only three or two lamps shone a faint light, a woman was boiling tea on the desk, the fragrance was overflowing, Ding Wu knelt towards the person sitting in front of the window and looked out of the window, both in his heart and in his eyes, his expression was blazing, as if he was completing a pilgrimage as a solemn and sacred thing.

It was this person who gave him a second life, gave him the capital to become a strong man, and gave him the dignity of being a human being.

"Coming back?" Jiang Xiaoru's voice seemed to be so gentle forever.

"Lord, all the orders Ding Wu has been completed, and Xia Ji is dead. ”

Jiang Xiaoru just said, "Go ahead......"

"Thank you, Lord ......" Ding Wu couldn't understand his fate anymore, and he had no worries in his heart when he had to take revenge, and he had no nostalgia for this red dust.

As he and Jiang Changan said, if you know too many things, you will not be far from death.

Ding Wu walked out, and Ah Li behind Jiang Xiaoru also went out.

Jiang Xiaoru was the only one left in the room, but a lazy voice came from behind him—Jiang Changan's voice: "Will he die?"

"Some people can't live all the time......" The smile on the corner of Jiang Xiaoru's mouth was still the same, and it was a little colder under the cold moonlight, even if Jiang Changan was standing behind him, a golden blade was hanging across his neck, and this smile did not weaken by half a point, and increased by half a point.

Jiang Chang'an's blade was pressed against his skin, and he said coldly: "Just like my brother?"

Jiang Changan's hands were trembling, not in fear, but in the struggle between killing and not killing.

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