At dusk, the courtyard is rainy, and the lonely lamp is very high.

A cold rain came unexpectedly, thus alleviating the dryness of the northwest for many days. Now it has entered November, but it is winter, the winter rain makes people feel uncomfortable, the cold rain does not stop, listening to the gurgling rain makes people feel sad uneasily.

Zhongli Wenjun came to Murong Yichuan's camp tent with an umbrella, and walked into the camp, but there was already a warm light circulating inside, and Murong Yichuan was pouring himself a drink under the light, and he looked so sad and lonely.

"See the royal family Chitose." Zhongli Wenjun was busy giving a salute to King Fu, who was drinking.

Murong Yichuan turned his eyes to look at Zhongli Wenjun in front of him, but his eyes were full of very complicated expressions, he held the wine glass in one hand, and shook it subconsciously with the other; "Wen Jun; Don't be polite, just flat. ”

"Xie Chitose." Zhongli Wenjun hurriedly stood up.

Murong Yichuan pointed to the empty chair opposite him and said; "Wen Jun, sit down and have a drink with this king." At this moment, Murong Yichuan Yanran did not have the coldness and indifference of the past, and seemed to pull the distance between him and Zhongli Wenjun all of a sudden, the Murong Yichuan in Zhongli Wenjun's eyes was so painful at the moment, it seemed that he had never seen King Fu like this, in his memory, Murong Yichuan had always been the high-minded and compelling King Fu, and he would not expose his heart lightly, but at this moment, Murong Yichuan unloaded his inner emotions little by little on his handsome face, this face is not written with majesty at the moment, let alone the bearing of the king, but the pathos and loneliness of a man.

Zhongli Wenjun sat on the empty chair opposite according to King Fu's wishes, and there was one in front of him, Murong Yichuan pointed to the wine bottle not far away and said; "Wen Jun. Let's have a drink with this king, this wine is quite mellow. Zhongli Wenjun picked up the wine bottle and poured a full glass for King Fu first, and then poured another glass for himself.

Zhongli Wenjun's was held in his hand, and he saw that King Fu's face was a little drunk, and then he heard Shangguan Tianjue say that King Fu summoned him to have something very important to discuss, so he wanted to explain the matter before King Fu got drunk, and then drank happily.

"Chitose, what are you looking for as a minister?"

Murong Yichuan slowly raised his eyes, just opposite Zhongli Wenjun's eyes, Wenjun looked indifferently and calm, Murong Yichuan took a sip of wine, but hung his head in pain, Zhongli Wenjun was even more puzzled when he saw King Fu's appearance; "Chitose, what the hell is wrong with you? Isn't there something unspeakable? Wen Jun's tone was very light and light, but it revealed his sincere concern for King Fu.

After a long time, Murong Yichuan finally raised his head, but his face was bitter; "Are you still in love with her?" His tone was very low, but it sounded like a muffled thunder in mid-air, and he shivered excitedly. Although Zhongli Wenjun was panicked in his heart, his face was so calm and calm; "What does the phrase Chitose mean? Could it be that you still doubt that there is something between me and Wanruo? She has now lost her memory, she has completely forgotten the past, there is only Chitose in her world, why should Chitose pursue the past. Zhongli Wenjun had a breezy attitude, he was indeed hiding his inner emotions, he definitely couldn't admit his heart, absolutely not.

Murong Yichuan smiled coldly, and two terrifying cold lights were refracted in his deep eyes, "Zhongli Wenjun, this king knows what to do, you don't need to teach this king a lesson." If it weren't for the cliff fall, maybe a few of us would be more painful, this king is really grateful for that cliff fall, do you know what happened to her before she fell off the cliff? ”

Zhongli Wenjun shook his head and said; "I don't know." Wen Jun recalls the last time they saw each other before falling off a cliff, and it seemed so sad and painful at that time, but she refused to say what was going on in her world.

Murong Yichuan was lifted up and drank all the wine in the cup; "Chitose, let's drink slowly, if you drink too quickly, you will hurt your body." Zhongli Wenjun kindly reminded. Murong Yichuan picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass of wine, saying; "She's been possessed by a bastard, you know? \'" Murong Yichuan almost gritted his back molars when he said the word possession, and his face was angry.

Zhongli Wenjun couldn't maintain his initial composure anymore, he looked at King Fu's painful and resentful expression, he believed that this matter was definitely not something he said casually, how could he weave a lie about this kind of thing, there must be some unknown reason for this.

"Chitose; What do you mean by that? Do you wonder if there is something wrong with being a minister and being a vassal? For the minister, I swear to heaven that we are innocent between us. Zhongli Wenjun first thought that the other party was doubting himself, so he could only desperately whiten himself, hoping to dispel the other party's misunderstanding, God knows that they were always pure between them, even if they were alone for a few days, nothing happened to them.

Murong Yichuan shook his head; "This king believes that Zhongli's son should be a righteous gentleman, and this king believes that he will not betray this king, whether in the past or now. What this king means is as if she was raped by a man, just before she fell off a cliff,"

"Who's that guy?" Zhongli Wenjun couldn't believe that this was true, if it was really like this, King Fu knew it, then how could he still accept Wanruo? King Fu is a man who values face and dignity as life, how can he accept that his woman has been defiled by others?

Murong Yichuan didn't say a word, and then he didn't say anything about the wine in the cup, and as soon as he let go, he was dropped to the ground, making a crisp sound, and suddenly turned into fragments all over the ground, he picked up another wine glass and poured himself a full glass of wine again; King Fu looked at Zhongli Wenjun's face in disbelief, his two fists clenched tightly, he didn't know how to say this, but he still had to say it after all.

"Wen Jun. Since this king doesn't want to hide from you now, this king said to you that the first is to let you understand that the only person in this world who can make her happy is me, I hope you can truly fulfill us and bless us, and then put all your thoughts on Zi Yan, and the second is that I hope you can really stand on the side of this king, this king needs your support, need. Then Murong Yichuan told Zhongli Wenjun about being defiled by the emperor, as well as the before and after she fell off the cliff, and the capital was haunted by the same nightmare after he lost his memory, and the emperor took the emperor's younger brother to exchange Wanruo with him, and some of the evidence related to the emperor found by himself from the side of this chessboard meeting was originally told Zhongli Wenjun, and after he finished speaking, he hung his head in pain, so he saw Zhongli Wenjun's surprised expression.

At this moment, Wen Juncai really realized the tolerance and unswerving love for the man in front of him, so he secretly gave a thumbs up to the painful man on the wall, what kind of love is this? If it wasn't for the love so deep, how could he explain that his woman was defiled, if it wasn't for the love so deep, how could he rather give up the imperial brother than give up his woman, if it wasn't for the love so deep, how could he still desperately weave some lies to prevent his woman from regaining the bitter vine of the past, if it wasn't for the love so deep, then how could he love him more than before, if it wasn't for the love so deep...... The emperor who swore allegiance to him was actually a bastard with a human face and a beast's heart, he actually desecrated Wanruo's purity, he never thought of blaspheming her with so much love for her, and she loved her so much that she never thought of defiling her chastity, but she was defiled by an irrelevant person, which was really cruel, too cruel. At this moment, Wen Jun had a bitter hatred for the emperor. At this moment, Wen Juncai realized that he was so selfish, he was actually married to Zi Yan, then he should completely cut off all kinds of things and Wan Ruo, thinking about some of the pain he had caused to Wan Ruo in the past, he felt deeply guilty, especially for King Fu, if it wasn't for his own appearance, if it wasn't for his own entanglement, maybe he and Wan Ruo would have been happy a long time ago, maybe the series of things that happened later, the mistakes and mistakes were all their own faults, they hurt Wan Ruo, and even hurt Murong Ziyan, At this moment, he really began to regret it, since he seemed to have forgotten the past, then he should also follow her to forget the past, they should be a pair of strangers, so that several of them will be truly happy, a few of them can be truly calm, and their love can be truly reborn.

Silence, silence, a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, and only the slight lamentations of the two men were heard, and the sound of falling rain outside the tent.

Author's digression: The rain in the courtyard at dusk is dashing, and the lonely lamp is very angry, the source of these two poems is the first two sentences of the first poem "Stuffy" by the Southern Song Dynasty female lyricist Zhu Shuzhen.