The long night is long, and the long dream is so long, like a life so far away, with no end in sight!

Mu Shan only felt that he had become a lonely traveler, walking alone on a long road that would never reach the end, stopping and stopping, and the scenery along the way was some pictures buried deep in his heart, but deliberately forgotten.

It was a picturesque and beautiful woman, with thin eyebrows like willows, as if with a faint melancholy of March parting; Bright eyes are good, like the bright moon on the horizon, clear and elegant; The thin, pink lips resemble peach blossoms falling slowly above the head......

He stood in the dark, like a bystander, watching quietly, looking at himself when he was young, secretly hiding behind the peach tree, with full of love and joy, with a gaze that could never be enough, staring greedily at her figure.

Who is she......

Why can't I remember......

Mu Shan only felt as if something was churning in his mind, and the complicated memories, like spring silkworms spinning silk, surrounded themselves layer by layer, waiting for the moment to break out of the cocoon.

The picture moved, and in the blink of an eye, he was pierced by countless delicate spears, and the blood stained the rain and his vision red, only the spear that stabbed quickly was about to kill himself. And on the line of life and death, it is still that beautiful figure, like a butterfly with its wings in the wind, so fragile, but so strong, like a majestic mountain in front of him......

Who the hell is she......

The slightest pain, like a brutal hand, wants to forcibly grab all the confusion and doubts out of Mu Shan's memory cocoon, as if to split his head in two, so painful, but so pleasant!

Falling like rain, in the sea of flowers with a faint pink in the snow white, he was holding her tightly in his arms, holding her white as jade wrist, slowly and solemnly carving his name on the three-life tree, stroke by stroke, as if destined fate and marriage......

I, I'm ......, I'm Fushou, not Xiuniang......

In the magnificent palace, surrounded by guards, he could only listen to her denying her identity, even if he knew that she was lying and insincere, but he was helpless, he could only watch, as if he was facing the determination of the sky falling and powerless......

I really want to shout about it, but even if I step on the mountains and rivers, what can I do!

I wanted to escape, but I was shocked to find that the vastness of heaven and earth seemed to have no place for me!

No, no......

Mu Shan kept struggling, like a drowning man, and laboriously reached out his hands, trying to grasp the last straw on the surface of the water.

"Mu Shan, Mu Shan......" Faintly, Mu Shan seemed to hear someone calling him in his ear, and all the darkness in front of him seemed to turn into a face, an unforgettable, lovesick but deliberately forgotten face......

"No, you are not Fu Shou, not Fu Shou...... "buried deep in the long river of life, after years of tempered name, at this moment, as if the sound of the torrent whistling, constantly growing, constantly surging, through Mu Shan's throat, through Mu Shan's memory out of the cocoon, a hundred turns and thousands of times shouted out: "Xiu Niang ......"

Mu Shan sat up from the bed abruptly, although it was a cold night, but the clothes on his body were wet with sweat, his chest twitched violently like a bellows, and he gasped for breath.

"Mu Shan, ...... you" Sima Yuchen's hand stretched out to wipe Mu Shan's sweat suddenly froze in the air, trembling slightly, as if facing the most terrible crisis, and stopped in front of Mu Shan at a loss.

"I ......" Mu Shan seemed to be in a nightmare, hunched his waist, sat on the bed in a daze, and only turned his stiff neck after a while, looking at Sima Yuchen beside him, with infinite apologies in his eyes, infinite tenderness and lingering: "I remembered it......"

"How can it be ......, why ......" Sima Yuchen muttered to himself, like a child who had done something wrong, shaking his head helplessly, wanting to deny this fact, wanting to escape this fact, but he was sad to find that everything was just his own wishful thinking: "So many years have passed, ......, why do you ...... tonight?"

“…… Pillow? The corner of Sima Yuchen's eyes inadvertently swept over the nephrite gold silk pillow embroidered with the golden-winged Dapeng bird behind Mu Shan, as if it had been broken down by an electric current, and couldn't help but shake it, and then quickly grabbed the pillow, brutally tore the gold thread above, and stared at the jade under the gold thread in a stunned and panicked manner: "Sansheng Stone ......, why did Zhong Da do this......"

Because as long as Cao Cao is alive, Zhong Da not only has the slightest chance to show his talents, but even his life is in danger. He really wants Cao Cao to die early! …… Fate is really amazing, it should come, even if you hide to the ends of the earth, it will come to the door! ”

Mu Shan reached out and grabbed Sima Yuchen's little hand covered with cold sweat, took her into his arms, gently pressed his chin against her forehead, and said affectionately: "Thank you for giving me more than ten years of calm and happy time, being able to marry you is the most fortunate and proud thing in my life......"

"Mu Shan......" Sima Yuchen sobbed gently, even if she was leaning on Mu Shan's warm embrace, she still felt like there was a cold wind, surrounding her, blowing constantly, as if she was going to push her into a bottomless ice cave, making her feel a kind of suffocating chill and fear.

"Don't go......" Sima Yuchen grabbed Mu Shan's arm tightly with both hands, grasping so hard, as if as long as he loosened the slightest, Mu Shan would turn into a wisp of fresh wind and slip away from her fingers and life.

“…… I don't want to go, but I have to go, there are some things that always need to be broken! Mu Shan gently and gently stroked Sima Yuchen's cheek, and assured affectionately and sincerely: "Do you remember what I said to you when we got married?" The years have passed, all things are troubled, joys and sorrows, and I am willing to make friends with Qing and grow old! We belong only to each other, and no one can separate us. This is the last time I will leave you, as long as we cut off the entanglement with the past, we will be able to truly hide in the city and get quiet and peaceful, wholeheartedly raise and grow up, never separate! ”

“…… Do you have to go? Seeing Mu Shan get up and put on his clothes, and take out the Divine Sword Cadre who had not been used for many years, Sima Yuchen struggled and said, "What if you go?" Who do you want to help? Who can you do it to? Huh? Still is...... Fu Xiuniang ......"

"I don't know ......, but I know very well that if I don't go through this experience, I will live in a gloomy haze for the rest of my life, and I will never be able ......to escape from it" Mu Shan pushed open the door, facing the snowflakes blown in by the cold wind, looked back at Sima Yuchen and chuckled: "I am full of darkness like that, I don't deserve to have you and my life." Wait for me, I'll definitely be back! ”

Sima Yuchen suddenly shouted: "Wait, let's go over and take another look at Niang Pingsheng!" ”

"There will be time in the future, so why rush!"