The green silk is dipped in white mist, and the road is full of smoke.

It's really not supposed to be a summer morning.

Gray rain is hazy.

To the north of Lanling City, the small village is particularly quiet in the morning mist, and it is easy to give people the illusion of softness in this vast Ming Dynasty.

There is a small stone tablet erected on the side of the grassy cross path, on which there are three small seals - Luobetsu Village.

The small seal began in Qin, after the unification of the text and the single font, the calligraphy generally used by the Ming Dynasty is the line, which can be concluded that this village must be a village that has been bred for a long time, but the small seal on the small stone tablet is removed, only from a distance, the simple and distant meaning will also make the horse people feel that it has a strong accumulation of age.

Luobetsu Village is not big or small, when there are fifty or sixty households, thirty or forty small farm yards, outside is a flat green seedling farmland, chickens and dogs bark, with the stream to live.

Although it was early in the morning, under the hazy gray rain, the individual wooden houses in Luobetsu Village were still burning with oil lamps at the end of the night, and the oil lamps were gently swinging and swaying, and the shadows of the house who didn't know whether to get up early or go to bed late were printed on the pasted paper in front of the window.

The white-shirted young man came to the clouds, standing quietly and leisurely on the grassy cross path, hiding from the familiar fragrance, his eyes followed the incense into Luobei Village not far away, and the quiet in his heart was dissipated for a long time.

The green onion horses were unled on the ridge of the field with tender green grass, and the green canopy double ape carriage was parked outside the farmhouse, through the courtyard gate, in the courtyard of the four farmhouses, there was still an oil lamp burning in a room next to it, and the lamp was gently fluttering, as if someone deliberately provoked the wick, and every move was printed on the paper window.

In the house was a delicate woman, she was well-defined, small and delicate, her movements were very gentle, sometimes she played with her long hair, sometimes she arranged her collar, and her shadow was slightly raised, and her soft figure was immediately printed.

The breeze blows the morning mist, carrying the drizzle gently drifting, and from a distance, the drizzle and clouds in the village of Luobetsu are really like a paradise, beautiful, quiet and peaceful.

The girl in the house combed the white hair very exquisitely, she vaguely remembered the original appearance in her heart, every time she moved the comb was combed into that look, she was not used to taking a maid, or she had never called a maid since she was a child, combing her hair alone, living alone.

She tied a delicate hairpin in her white hair, she remembered that she used to have a lot of exquisite hairpins, and she also liked to collect hairpins, and for some reason, she threw those hairpins that she had collected for more than ten years into the Qinhuai River some time ago, leaving only a golden hairpin that came from nowhere this year, she tied it to her white hair, looking at the fine white beads falling on the golden hairpin, and a rare joy flashed on her delicate face.

She turned sideways back and forth in front of the bronze mirror, although her white hair was combed by her extremely satisfied and exquisite, but the light blue dress was a little unflattering, or it was not set off the golden hairpin on her head, she frowned, got up and moved a wooden box, although the action was soft, but it was difficult to hide the urgency in her heart, she opened the wooden box, and put the red dress that she only wanted to bring to the capital in her hand, and at the moment when she picked up the red dress, for some reason, her joyful look suddenly disappeared.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror in red clothes, she looked at the slightly haggard face in the bronze mirror, the eyes like autumn lakes gently shook and rippled, she held the red clothes, and gently put her face on the red clothes, tears wet the red clothes, soaked with thirsty blood.

I don't know how long it took, or the barking of the dog woke her up from her thoughts, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when the red dress was changed, the moment the sleeve robe danced, the fairy was in the dust.

She seldom changed into this blood-stained red dress that gave her peace of mind, and she rarely stared at the white-haired wedding dress in the bronze mirror.

"It goes well with it. For a long time, she smiled, and the pear blossoms brought rain.

She opened the paper window, the breeze moistened her face, the drizzle was hazy, she glanced at the quiet scenery outside the window, or touched the scene, she lowered her head, picked up the thin pen and wrote a few delicate lines on the curtain.

The small courtyard is in the middle of spring,

The heavy curtain is not rolled and the shadow is heavy.

Leaning on the floor was speechless, and Yaoqin was speechless.

Far away Izumo urges twilight,

The breeze and rain make it light and cloudy.

Pear blossom can't help but be thankful.

The screen window is dim, the curtain and the poem, afraid of the summer rain into a basin.

The green horse scythe with the tender green grass, unconsciously came to the edge of the crossway, if it were not for the neighing of the horse, perhaps he would have been forever sunk in the long river of thoughts.

The white-shirted young man led the green horse, stretched out his hand to follow its supple mane, or felt the sight in the window of the small courtyard not far away, and a smile rose into the corner of his mouth.

Within a radius of ten miles from Luobei Village, countless black shadows broke through the rain and fog and stepped on horses.

There are more and more black shadows, there are neat black-armored war horses, and there are people in the rivers and lakes in green shirts and robes, at a cursory glance, far more than ten thousand soldiers.

And the destination of this group of people seems to be only one, that is, the small mountain village that is quiet within ten miles - Luobetsu Village.

The black shadows gathered into a spider web within a radius of several miles, and this spider web was huge, with five layers inside and five layers outside, and it was rapidly gathering towards Luobetsu Village.

The white-shirted boy brushed his shirt and led the horse forward.

He is none other than Gou San.

And the exquisite woman who changed into a golden hairpin on a blood-stained red dress was none other than his Jinxuan county lord who forcibly inherited the power of the immortals in the battle of Jinling.

His wife, Ning Huanhuan.

He didn't care about the black-armored war horse that came on horseback, he didn't care about the masters of the rivers and lakes who flew into the air, he just wanted her to know at this moment.

Let her know that with you, I have never envied anyone.

Let her know that even if I have seen the spring and summer winds, autumn leaves and winter snow, stepping through the Xiling Mountains at the eastern foot of Nanshui and Beishan, the four seasons of spring and autumn mountains and rivers, I am not as good as you smile at me.

Let her know that the smoke and rain in Qingshan are just old people.

Let her know that the mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the fireworks in the world, with you, I don't want to become an immortal.

Let her know that he is Gou San, her father-in-law.

......

The cobwebs are getting closer and closer, and Gou San is getting closer and closer to the white-haired girl with a frown on the small window of the farmhouse.

When he came to the small courtyard, he looked at the longing face, but he couldn't spit out half a word!

Even if there are a thousand words, at this moment there is only a deficit, just a debt.

He wanted to murmur "I'm sorry, I love you", but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back unconsciously.

It is difficult to talk about it when facing certain people, especially when you are indebted and deeply loved.

His lips twitched slightly, and he quietly looked at the hideous face in the window.

In just ten breaths, Ning Huanhuan's face showed no less than ten expressions, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, sorrow and anger.

She thought he would speak first, so she didn't say anything.

He thought she would ask questions first, so he stood quietly.

For a long time, when the wind of true qi and the roar of horses' hooves came from the void, Ning Huanhuan was finally weak.

"That's... That's my horse. ”

Gou San's body trembled suddenly, and then smiled lightly, which was more ugly than crying.

This hard-working couple.

watched the green canopy double ape carriage leave from afar, and there was no sorrow or joy.

Listen to the rain, count a few times, and the wind will come.

Gou San's lips trembled, and he murmured softly.

When a person is angry, he often blames or vents his anger to the people around him.

No wonder, after Gou San muttered a few words, the gun shook the sky.

Raise your eyebrows and be angry, and move in all directions.