The sky is clear and the moon is full. Qiyun sat on the roof, drinking with Mochuan holding a pot. The wine entered his throat, and his body was slightly hot, and the cold wind blew on his body as if it was not so cold.

Meteors streaked across the bleak night sky, like a dark curtain cutting through an opening.

Mo Chuan looked up for a while, his chin raised a good-looking arc, and he said indifferently: "Zhuohua, you can make a wish." ”

Qiyun supported his hand and muttered for a moment: "I wish those who are alive to be well in their lives." ”

Mo Chuan retracted his gaze, looked directly at Qiyun, and sneered: "How are the people of the world okay?" It's the biggest joke I've ever heard. The living are fighting from the moment they open their eyes. Just like the antelope on the grassland, if it can't learn to run in the shortest time, it will immediately become the belly of the hungry wolf, and if the wolf can't chase and bite, it will starve to death. ”

"Yes, chasing fame and fortune, the wind is surging, and the hero boils the young man's head. Which is more important? Qiyun sighed lightly and asked in a low voice: "Mo Chuan, do you believe that there is a kind of love, which is the hand of the son, and grows old with the son?" ”

In the cold wind, her sideburns flew with the wind, and her starry eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She is slightly drunk, her face is like a peach blossom, and she is cute and cute.

Mo Chuan nodded slightly: "I believe it, but in the troubled times, I haven't seen it." ”

Qiyun raised his head and took a sip of wine, "Do you believe that there is a relationship, it is Biluo Huangquan, life and death follow?" ”

"I believe it, but I won't."

Qiyun was even more drunk, and muttered, "That's good, you are ruthless, and I have no heart." In this way, none of us will hurt anyone. As she spoke, she seemed to be sleepy, and she couldn't hold herself up and leaned on his shoulder.

Mo Chuan held her, gently placed her on his lap, and took off his fox fur to wrap around her body. Her long, white and slender fingers caressed her cheeks, lingering.

He remembered his childhood, when his mother had always been very strict with him, forcing him to practice every day, and refusing to let him stop for a day. Once, he was so tired that he raised his little face and asked, "Mother, why do I have to practice every day, and I don't have time to play?" ”

His mother did not answer, but led him to the grassland, where the falcons circled in the sky and the hares on the ground ran like arrows.

The mother pointed to the falcon in the sky and the hare on the ground and said, "Chuan'er, have you seen it?" Since its birth, life has faced challenges and crises. If you are weak, you will be driven by the enslavement of the strong, and life is worse than death. The stronger you become, the stronger will join forces with you, and you will become stronger. Dignity and freedom can only be achieved when you stand at the pinnacle of power. Chuan'er, remember your identity, you shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Murong clan to revive the Yan Kingdom. Your surname is Mo incognito now, when you can show your noble Murong surname to the world, then you will have the face to meet your Murong ancestors. ”

Mo Chuan looked at the solemn and painful eyes and expression of his beautiful mother, and from that moment he knew that he could not make his own decisions in his life, and he had carried the hope of his people to restore the country since he was born. Since the age of twelve, he has endured the pain of the death of both parents.

He knew that his appearance was like that of the Nine Heavens Immortals, and those who had seen his face were often stunned and admired, and some people were even willing to give everything they had, just in exchange for a look back at him.

However, what kind of life is he living, calculating every day, every step and every game in spying and killing, and he has never had a chance to be at ease. He stared at the drunken beauty lying on his lap, how long had he not carefully seen the beauty of the world, and how long had he not been happy and relaxed.

His mother told him that as long as the woman who was in contact with Langming Valley should stay away from her. Only by breaking off love and being ruthless can you get a picturesque country. However, why did this woman named Zhuohua attract her attention deeply? Is it her gentle smile, or her slightly frowning eyebrows? Is it her scheming, or is it her flexibility? ——

The cold night was bleak, a light like a bean, Qiyun put down the pen, put his hands to his mouth, and breathed a sigh. In the past few days, Qiyun has been transcribing the scriptures, reading them carefully, and gradually being able to understand the profound words in them, and slowly realize that what has been obtained and discarded by the years of embellishment is nothing more than a dream.

"All love will be impermanent for a long time. Life is more than fearful, and life is in danger of morning dew. From love to worry, from love to fear. If you are separated from your loved one, you will have no worries or fears. Qiyun silently read "The King of Miaose Seeks the Law". Since he doesn't care about you, what he does doesn't mean anything to me. Only the one you love can hurt you!

Buddhism says that everything is suffering, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and farewell, and you can't do what you want, so the root of suffering is love. If you can extinguish your desires, you will attain nirvana, and you will be able to break away from the six realms of samsara and enter the eternal realm. However, is it worth it to extinguish love in order to get out of the six realms of reincarnation and enter the eternal realm?

Qiyun struggled on this issue for a long time, and there was no conclusion, so he rubbed his eyebrows, picked up the scriptures and continued to read.

"Zhuohua is leisurely and leisurely, others are kind and hard-working, but you are thinking about how to transcend the world." A crisp and crisp voice interrupted Qiyun's chanting.

Qiyun turned her head when she heard the sound and saw a girl in palace clothes standing at the door, it turned out to be Princess Shiping. Qiyun put down the scriptures and greeted them with a smile, "The princess hasn't come to Mingyuexuan for a long time, and Zhuohua misses it very much. ”

Shi Pingmai walked into the room and said with an unkind face: "Put away your fake look." I don't understand, the royal brother put aside his gentle and virtuous thoughts, but always thought about the ruthless person who didn't take him to heart. ”

Her words made Qiyun a little confused. Qiyun thought of He Sining's slightly bulging waist and abdomen, and said bitterly with the joy of being a mother, "Princess, you are laughing. Your imperial brother and He Guiren are in harmony, how can there be a place for others. In a few months, your royal brother will be a father. ”

Shi Ping said: "You have been back to Pingcheng for a few days, I heard that you have been to the palace, do you really not know the way or do you not know the way?" My imperial brother is poisoned and his life is in danger, and now there is a month left at most. At the beginning of the emperor's brother Zhiludao's strange poison in his body, for the sake of the throne of Great Wei, he decided to have a prince of his own, and only then did he have a round house with Sining. You don't know how wronged Lu Dao Si Ning is, just pregnant, you have to accept the fate of the imperial brother. If the prince born becomes the crown prince, he will be given death. The palace is already in chaos, but you're at ease here. My royal brother still can't forget you in a coma, and all he says is your name. In this winter, he refused to go to the warm Taiji Hall and only recuperated in the cloud house. ”

Her words exploded in Qiyun's mind like scorching thunder. She asked incredulously, "What did you say?" Strange poison in the body of the Buddha? ”

Shi Ping looked anxious and sad, "The best imperial doctor in the Wei Kingdom has also seen it, and he lacks the skill to come back to life." The people of the Jishi Hall of the Chaoying Palace were also in front of them, and they had nothing to do. I don't understand, on such a cold day, the imperial brother just refuses to move to the Taiji Palace. The Yunlu bamboo house is made of bamboo, and it leaks everywhere, and it is as cold as an ice cellar......"

Before she finished her words, Qiyun pulled Shi Ping's sleeve and went out, and said urgently: "Then what are you waiting for?" Let's go. ”