In the courtyard of the private school, the trees are full of osmanthus flowers, and the branches are low. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Zige sat under the porch, holding his cheeks with both hands, looking at a petal of falling flowers being shattered by the wind and falling into the dust.

"Your memory has been suppressed for many years, and there are many bits and pieces of suffering, and if you unseal it rashly, it will damage your mind." Mu Lixuan sighed, "Although Master Lin's mana has dispersed, he has specially left a vein to protect you, if you want to forget the old things and start over, I can also do it for you." ”

He sat at the foot of the stairs beside Zige, his eyes level with her. The crown of his hair was still spotless, except for a small trace of dark red blood on the corner of his clothes.

"My mother has returned, and since then, the Yang family has paid me all the honor and disgrace." She said categorically, "Since you promised to help me succeed, you know that this is the only way to avenge your family." ”

"Of course, I am willing to help you get revenge, but I want to promise you peace."

He leaned against the steps of the court, staring at her, his brow tightly knitting with unbreakable compassion. His deep eyes were like a pool of secluded water, which could easily stranded all thoughts.

"I still have Qingluan Bao in my hand, as well as you, Aunt Zhao, Uncle Xie and others to help, although I know that this trip will be dangerous, but I am not worried."

Zige took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his right hand.

"I'm just afraid that I don't know anything about the road ahead, and I can't fully cope with all the changes."

Mu Lixuan's bony hand lightly clasped her wrist. The cold palms of her hands made her tremble slightly.

"I have no regrets, I don't want you to have the slightest doubt."

"Zige has no regrets."

"Okay, okay."

Zige saw his thin lips open and close, reciting ancient scriptures in a language he had never heard before. Her gaze slowly sank into the boundless darkness, her body floated, and she didn't know where she was for a while.

"Lixuan?" She shouted subconsciously, but her voice did not fall into the silence.

"It will take some time to think of the memories of the previous ten years, and you will not fight for this day. It's been a long time, and you may not remember everything. You stay in a private school and take care of it. ”

"I need to lead the delegation to Beijing with Gao Zhan to face the saint and arrange Lian'er's harmony, this rain flower pigeon can find my place. When you wake up, remember to keep in touch with me. ”

"Zhao Yuesheng has not found out the cause of the fire, I am worried that the arsonist will come to look for you again, Jun Jun is extraordinary, let him guard you, I can also walk a little more at ease."

"Song ......"

Mu Lixuan sighed softly.

"Be careful. See you in Kyochu. ”

Zige suddenly opened her eyes, Mu Lixuan's slightly magnetic voice was still in her ears, and she knew that she had started dreaming again. The tragic memories of the loss of his mother that day ended with fire and ended with Mu Lixuan's words, dreaming back every night, and the cycle repeated.

At that time, the flames spread to the depths of the bamboo forest, large bamboo leaves burned, making a crisp cracking sound, thick smoke, and the heat wave was monstrous, and Lin Wan was lying alone on the edge of the pool, his eyes slightly open, as if he had a wish for peace. That scene has always been deeply imprinted in her heart.

Not wanting to think about it any more, she got out of bed and came to the hall. Mu Lijun was sleeping peacefully on the bamboo couch, with a satisfied expression on his small face, his sleeping posture was extremely restless, and the thin quilt was kicked aside again, revealing a hand holding a clay figure.

Zige pursed her lips gently, picked up the quilt with a gentle expression, put it on his body, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt, and then took the clay figure and sat next to the bookcase to play. The moonlight was shining brightly, reflecting on the side of her face, looking like a picture of a lady sketched in a simple stroke.

On that wooden case, the heavenly book from Beijing in the past month was displayed, and it was neatly stacked in a package at this moment. Zige classified them one by one and transcribed them in the book, the ministers, princes, and princes...... She used to ignore current affairs, but now she is buried in making amends. Behind her hung a hand-drawn map, which Xie Yun had made for her, and he would take time out of his time to come to the house every day after dinner and order one or two for her.

The four corners of the parchment paper are slightly upturned, in the middle of the paper roll, that is, Zhongzhou, there are Chang, Liang, You, Lu, Qing, Yong, Jing seven states stand side by side. Changzhou in the north is the only one and is the old family of the Yang family; The south is near the sea, there are Jingzhou and Luzhou, and the city of Ayaluo is located on the coast of Luzhou; Yongzhou is surrounded by three states, but because it is located in the Qinchuan Hetao area, the fertile soil is thousands of miles, and Jiangdu is also the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and it has been a place for soldiers to fight for since ancient times.

The south is the southern Xinjiang that no one has measured, it has always belonged to the Nanzhao Mu clan, the jungle is dense, and it is said that there is a spell to protect it, and it is difficult to find the direction unless there are locals to guide the way when sailing.

The upper end of the paper scroll is Beizhou, Xianbei is in the middle, and there are Rouran, Chechi, Wuhuan, and Tuoba small countries walking around in turn.

"In the eleventh year of Yangming, Yang Yuxuan, the Marquis of Zhonglie, went on a northern expedition against the barbarians, with 50,000 cavalry and hundreds of thousands of infantry heels." I still remember that day, Xie Yun was full of energy and pointed out the country, "Yuxuan went to Mobei, fought with Xianbei Zuoxian Wang, won more than 70,000 captives, and sealed the wolf Juxu Mountain." Since then, there has been no war in Beizhou for more than ten years. ”

Zige sat down at the bottom, and was stunned for a while.

This is her father, Yang Yuxuan, the founding father of the Great Qi Dynasty and the loyal martyr Marquis, who was later framed for supporting the army and respecting himself, and the whole army was wiped out in his hometown.

In her mind, the appearance of a sword-eyed, heroic and resolute man slowly emerged. He sat on his horse, smiled heartily, and lifted a little girl above his head.

"Ge'er, go on horseback with Daddy."

"Ge'er also has to learn to lead soldiers to fight." The girl clapped her hands and laughed, and sat firmly in his arms, laughing to herself.

"Okay, it's worthy of my Yang Yuxuan's daughter, there is no dog girl in the gate!"

Doorless dog girl......

Although she carried the prophecy of the rise and fall of the world, she died first before her grand plan was realized.

"In the twelfth year of Yangming, Yang Yuxuan, the loyal martyr, was detained in Luzhou and supported the army to stand on his own. He Huai, the general of Zhenyuan, crusaded in the name of Zhao'an, and punished the rebels with 50,000 Yu Hengshui......" Xie Yun's voice gradually weakened.

Before she knew it, her ten fingers had been clenched into fists, and when she opened them again, the clay figure had been crumbled into crumbs by her, and little by little it was scattered with the wind.

The day after she woke up, the body gradually awakened with her memory. The hands that used to stroke the qin and paint can also be swords in the air, and women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows. She sometimes forced Mu Lijun to fight with herself, and she was even able to disassemble dozens of steps. It's just that she hasn't remembered who taught her martial arts.

"Sister...... Clean up ......" Mu Lijun muttered a few words in his sleep, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep again, his sleeping face couldn't help but make people laugh.

Zige got up and patted all the dirt chips in his hands with a little apology, thinking that he would buy a few more gadgets for Mu Lijun when he passed by the market tomorrow. She put the map away and put it in her bag.

Tomorrow...... Zige is about to leave for Beijing.

She put her hand on the edge of the window, quietly listening to the moonlit night in the city, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air.

"Ayara Castle...... Zige, don't say goodbye. ”

A soft sigh that was almost inaudible diffused in the night wind.