It's night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the moon is in the sky. Autumn nights always seem to be good, the weather is clear, the stars are shining, the night is very thick, the moon is extremely bright, and the air is extremely clear.

Looking at the full moon like a jade ring in the wine glass, Wanzhang suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and couldn't help but be stunned with the wine glass in his hand.

Back then, Jiangzuo was romantic, Zhilan Yushu, full of friends, talking about joy, how happy and harmonious, I still remember what I said: Life is just a white horse, in a blink of an eye, just a drop in the ocean. Now that I think about it, it has come true.

Prime Minister Xie is gone, the Xie family has declined, how lively the Mid-Autumn Festival was that year, and now what kind of cold relatives, the most ironic thing is that the prime minister's death was less than a few days away from the Mid-Autumn Festival. No matter how round the moon is, it has nothing to do with the people of the year.

There is no end to the long month, but unfortunately, there is an end to life.

Picking up the glass in her hand, a glass of cold wine went down her throat, stirring her stomach pain, and she couldn't help frowning, but she reached out and wanted to pour wine for herself.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.

Wanzhang looked at the owner of this hand with distinct bones and white jade like mutton fat under the moonlight.

Murong Chong's eyes were deep, and he was looking at her motionlessly.

Fortunately, she had just drunk the wine, and she could pretend to be drunk, and she looked at him without scruples, and her cheeks were crimson twice.

He probably saw that she rarely had such great courage, and dared to meet his eyes quietly when she was so close, so he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Obviously I invited you to talk and drink, why did you drink alone?" After a pause, he asked, "Something on your mind?" ”

Wanzhang continued to look at him boldly, pretending to be drunk, and said bluntly: "Don't you have it too?" ”

Otherwise, he would not have called himself out to drink at night for no reason, otherwise, he would not have called himself out to sit for so long without saying a word. When I came back from Chang'an, I looked at him all the way and knew that he had a lot of things on his mind.

If you want to count it, your heart is considered an old disease, a stubborn disease, and nine times out of ten it can't be cured, but his heart seems to be a new disease, and maybe there is a doctor, so in comparison, his heart is more important.

Withdrawing his hand from under him, Wanzhang continued to pour the wine to himself, and said:

"Let's hear it, maybe I can help you unravel it."

He smiled in front of him, shrouded in moonlight, misty.

The sound also seems to contain dew with cream:

"A few days ago, you said that you and I have known each other for 12 years, but we have only been together for a long time. I want to ask you, if I had left you by my side early. He suddenly added, "It's not because you're born with a god, but because you're ......" He stopped talking suddenly, but he didn't continue for a long time, but his tone changed, dissipating the melancholy, revealing a very shallow smile, "Just leave you alone, will you ...... Be more sincere to me? ”

Wan Zhang was stunned for a moment because of his sincerity, and then held the wine glass and smiled inexplicably:

"How do you think I'm not sincere enough for you?"

If this is said in ordinary times, she will not dare to ask, but what he said, if it is put in ordinary times, he will definitely not say it, just because of this situation, both of them may be a little drunk, and they may not be drunk, but they are just pretending to be drunk. After all, people have some words that they dare to say and ask only when they are drunk.

"Do you know that the three prophecies came true back then, but you left suddenly, and not long after, I heard the news that you arrived in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, what did you think in my heart?"

He raised his head and drank a glass of cold wine, looking at her, his phoenix eyes were filled with wine, and the moonlight was floating:

"I think, Wanzhang, you are a wolf, you deceived me with sticky and coquettish means when you were a child, and when you grow up, you will not recognize your six relatives."

She had never heard such a hoarse voice from him, it sounded terrible, but it was extremely exciting, and her heart couldn't help but tremble, and she couldn't help but explain:

"The reason why I went to the Eastern Jin Dynasty at that time was because I wanted to help them win the battle of Huangshui, so as to get a place in this world, so that I could ...... Standing by your side in the right way. ”

But he didn't expect that because of this, he actually complained about himself, no wonder he returned to the Taishou Mansion, and the people in the mansion didn't dare to talk to her, it turned out that they knew that they were the people Murong Chong complained about, no wonder, since then, he and Xie Yan began to break off contact, it turned out that it was all for themselves.

It turned out that it was all his own fault, and everything was just a mistake. If he hadn't been bent on gaining his trust, he wouldn't have gone to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he wouldn't have provoked Xie Yan, and if he hadn't gone to the Eastern Jin Dynasty to find Xie Yan, he wouldn't have made the two of them strangers now.

It turns out that life is made by oneself.

He raised his head, glanced at himself lightly, there seemed to be a demonic mist in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter."

The wind and clouds poured two glasses of thin wine for the two of them, and he put the wine jug, his voice was ethereal, and there were five points of wine:

"Do you know that I once looked at you from afar, outside the bamboo house, ...... Xiangyang City"

Wanzhang was stunned and completely speechless.

Stretched out his hand and wanted to hold the wine glass, but his fingers were stiff, stretched half an inch away, but retracted it, blinked indifferently, and then stood up from the side of the desk, and walked silently to the edge of the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion are a few rockeries, a few grass and trees, any grass and trees have been deserted by this season, and there is a golden rotten grass under the moonlight.

Murong Chong, I can't complain that he feels that he is not sincere enough, how can he not know that he has the means to come to his side step by step, the more outstanding he is, the more he has deliberated for a long time.

But he still left himself and appointed himself, but he always felt that he didn't believe in himself enough, in fact, he was already more tolerant and generous to himself than he had ever been.

He is such a sensitive and careful person, how can he treat himself to this extent, how not to let himself be silent and moved.

She lived in a bamboo house for six years, and she only knew that Xie Yan often came to be her companion, but she didn't know that he had also come to see her, and he had grown up with her.

Unexpectedly, when he was bent on winning the battle of Weishui, he would come to Xiangyang thousands of miles away without fear of Fu Jian's ears and eyes, just to take a look and take a look at her, a person who did not keep his promises in his heart.

Thinking of the hardships he had suffered, Fu Jian was such a vicious and vicious person, how did he endure humiliation and steal life for several years under the obscenity of that kind of person? Those things, she would feel guilty and painful even if she imagined it, standing under Chang'an City today, seeing Fu Jian's face and Murong Chong's anger with her own eyes, now remembering it, she still feels frightened.

Before he knew it, he had his back to him, and his eyes were red.

Bowing his head slightly, letting tears fall from his eyes, Wanzhang bit his lip hard, and suddenly turned around:

"These things...... I didn't even know. She trembled, whispered, paused for a moment, as if gritting her teeth fiercely, her pale lips were bloody, and she said with a precious word, "I won't ...... I won't let you run around in misery and be lonely again......"

Murong Chong, Emperor Feng, you remember, from now on, she Wanzhang will definitely show all her sincerity to you, make up for the injuries you have suffered in this life, as long as she is alive, she will never let others dare to touch you in the slightest.

She is here and now, and she is committed to it.

The only pity is that it was too late. He should have known about these things earlier, and he should have told himself earlier.

Murong Chong was holding a wine and wanted to drink, when he suddenly saw Wanzhang turn around, and when he heard her say this, he couldn't help but forget the movements in his hand, and he stopped holding the wine glass.

He saw her standing in front of him, silent, sitting motionless under the moonlight, just within reach, but it was as cold as a sculpture, but tears flowed from her eyes silently, her lips were bitten tightly, and her expression was resolute and fierce, as if she was making some vow for him.

The little girl, innocent, but extremely firm and sad voice.

His heart suddenly moved, in the past twelve years, she has treated herself like this, no matter what the purpose, she finally wants to walk to his side step by step, and when she is by his side, she is even more intimate and warm.

In this world, there will still be people who treat themselves like this?

Isn't such a sincere heart enough?

But he treats her...... Not good enough.

Not good enough.

Murong Chong put down his wine glass, stood up silently, and walked to her side. She is not at the height of her own heart, standing in front of him, no matter how you look at it, she should be the one who is cared for, but she is ashamed to want to protect herself......

However, it is also particularly distressing.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and imprisoned her in his arms, only to hear the voice of his chest suddenly full of satisfaction, and his whole body warmed. He really didn't want to see her cry again, the last time he felt angry, and this time, the tears she shed for him made him feel heart-wrenching.

The sharp chin rested against her forehead, and between her smooth forehead was a little topaz eyebrows, gentle as water, and mysterious.

Say this to her, and to yourself:

"Zhang'er, don't cry, no one dares to hurt me, and those who have hurt me, I will kill them one by one."

Obviously it was a very cruel word, but it was like an intoxicating love story, she nestled in his arms, leaning on his chest, this was the most lingering and sympathetic action, and any other smart woman in the world knew that she should snuggle obediently at this moment.

But Wanzhang's eyes only widened suddenly, and he forgot to shed tears, his expression was stunned and frightened, as if he had never hugged anyone since he was born, and as if he had never had such an intimate act with anyone since he was born.

He hugged himself, and his nose was full of strong plum fragrance, as well as the intoxicating aroma of wine, and together, it turned out to be the taste of dreams.

3,000 drinks with you, regardless of the death.

dreamed back to the youth for more than ten years, only talking about Fengyue.

At this time, looking from her direction, she could catch a glimpse of a green skirt between the flowers and trees in the distance, as if she had been looking in their direction for a while, but she quickly left because of her own awareness.

Leaning on his arms and pausing, he guessed that it should be catkins.

The mood immediately became flustered.

But after a while, he gradually calmed down again, and closed his eyes sleepily.

She'd heard it all.

It's good to hear it.

She will know that she is far more ruthless and unrighteous than she sees, and if she is mercenary, she will hate herself more than before.

When a person has done too many wrong things and cannot make up for it, the only way is to make others hate him, which is the only way to make both of them feel better.

Liu Wu, Xie Yan, Prime Minister, it's Yunzhang who is sorry for you, so you hate yourself. But she's also real...... Can't let go of Murong Chong.

Those who owe Xie Yan must be repaid, and those who owe him must also be repaid.

And the debt to him, she didn't know until today.