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Time always changes in a trance, and the people in time also become blurry and impenetrable with the stranding of memory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old time is staggered, and the princely boy has no memory, but his fate can't be avoided after all, and he has entered the scroll of history.

By the time my thoughts were withdrawn from the country of Qi in my heart, the night was already dark. Wen Haoran instructed Wan'er to leave the room and walk alone on the corridor of the Yan Mansion.

Snow drifted in the wind, fell on the body, and blew into the eyes. The wind and snow were cold, but Wen Haoran felt familiar, walked to the yard and let the snow fall on his body, closing his eyes to feel its existence.

Some people, far away in the sky, close at hand, it is difficult to see each other when they want to see each other, they always miss each other when they are difficult to see, and they have no chance to meet when they meet.

Yecheng, Red Flute Tower.

When the wind and snow arrive here, it is difficult to advance for half a minute, singing and dancing, wine and beauty, how can the cold air be annoying.

Red Xiao Building, with a Xiao character in the name, is naturally a disaster with both sound and color.

The imperial capital of the imperial city, the power of pleasure and greed poured the huge strength in the darkness of the Xiao Red Mansion.

When Ling Zhongxu walked in front of this Xiaohong Mansion, the warm incense in the air and the noisy smell of wine came to his face.

Bypass the crowd and head upstairs to stop in front of one of the deepest rooms.

This house is not like the rooms he walked all the way, all whitewashed and carved green, and from time to time there were warblers and swallows.

This room is simple and exquisite, similar to the boudoir of the young lady in the imperial capital.

Ling Zhongxu stopped at the door of the room, raised his hand and knocked lightly three times before waiting quietly. The people in the room didn't let him wait long, and when the door opened, there was a woman in a blue skirt, carrying a small burden behind her back, and she was actually dressed to travel.

After seeing Ling Zhongxu, the woman didn't say a word, and walked downstairs by herself. Ling Zhongxu followed her down the floor and out of the gate of the Red Xiao Tower.

After walking like this for a long time, both of them were silent with each other. When they met again, the initial tacit understanding was still there, so the two walked out of the Red Flute Building together.

But the time barrier made the two feel strange, and no one knew where to start after meeting. In the end, it was Ling Zhongxu who broke the silence and called out the name "Biyou" to the back.

"Hmm", a slightly low and muffled voice responded. With this response, the woman in front of her stopped, and Ling Zhongxu also stopped! "Biyou, General, he's back." For some reason, every time he talked about Wen Haoran in front of this woman named Biyou, Ling Zhongxu was a little scared. Wen Haoran and Biyou grew up under her watch, and they are her own children to him.

It's just that there are too many can'ts, so there is a horizontal sword between Biyou and Wen Haoran, and the closer the two get together, the more painful and torn they are. As someone who has been watching them from the past to the present, Ling Zhongxu can understand the pain of Biyou now.

At the beginning, the Qi State was defeated by the Chu State, Zhao Qianyuan became today's Wen Haoran, and Biyou also became today's "Jade Red Xiao".

Time is the best medicine, and if you don't see each other, you will one day forget the hurt you once did. It's just that this meeting was still a little early, so Ling Zhongxu saw Bi You's shoulders trembling slightly.

As long as you walk forward, you can see the tears on Biyou's face. Ling Zhongxu didn't go to the front because there were always some women who didn't want to be seen when they cried.

He quietly waited for Biyou's grief in the snow to end, waiting for them to move on.

Finally, Bi You's shoulders stopped shaking, she turned around and looked at Ling Zhongxu, the wind and snow stopped, and she stopped crying. "Uncle Ling, I'm fine." , just like thousands of times before, Biyou always has to tell him "I'm okay" after being sad.

Ling Zhongxu waited for her to finish saying this, and then walked with her towards the way back to Yan Mansion. There are always too many things to settle in the heart in time, and there are always too many ways to go down alone.

But fortunately, when your heart wants to sing, when you want to dance, you can always sing and dance. Because just the absence of a kind of sadness, a kind of loneliness can make people give up the yearning and pursuit of happiness.

In the Chu State, Yecheng, on a snowy night, the jade red flute of the Red Xiaolou played the "floating drunk" she had played all her life, jumping and walking like a little girl. Floating joy, floating pain, floating life drunk and forgetful......

When I arrived at Yanfu, the sky was already white. The servants were already busy, and as soon as Ling Zhongxu and Bi You walked into the courtyard, they saw Wen Haoran standing in the courtyard. "I'm back." , A calm greeting, I don't know if this voice is said to Ling Zhongxu, or a greeting to Bi You beside him. When we meet again, the calm as never separated. It's just that last night's gaze and last night's tears are all in the past, and no one has ever said it.

After going up to the corridor, there was no chill in the wind and snow, and Wen Haoran and they all felt sleepy. At that moment, Wen Haoran went back to his room first, and after Ling Zhongxu arranged the room where Biyou rested, he also went back to the room to rest.

After they fell asleep, Mu Yige finally woke up, got up under Wan'er's service, and started the day. Under the guidance of Wan'er, she began to practice the "Six Tips of Aomei" with songs. After running for a week, Yige only felt an indescribable feeling of comfort. The whole body is like drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup, and it is very warm. After running it again for a week, Yige only felt more comfortable, and did not appear to run "Aomei Six Uniques" for the first time

The cold and oppressive. Now Yige is finally sure that her body has recovered, and she will no longer be afraid of cold and cold as before.

By the time I finished practicing "The Six Tricks of Aomei" with songs, it was already past morning. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Wan'er stirring a bowl of medicine on the table. As soon as she saw Yige open her eyes, Wan'er picked up the medicine on the table and held it in front of her: "Miss, take the medicine." Mu Yige heard Wan'er's voice, and a burst of aroma unique to medicinal herbs came into her nose. The fragrance of medicine is pervasive, and Yige can't see Wan'er's figure clearly through this layer of medicine mist. After she took the medicine and drank it, she finally saw Wan'er's figure clearly, but she felt that there should be another person by Wan'er's side.

It's just that no matter how hard I tried to find it, the green clothes didn't appear. Yi Ge suddenly felt that the bowl of medicine she had just drunk was really bitter, from her heart to her mouth. This kind of suffering begins to spread from the heart to every corner of the body, and after this kind of suffering invades the body, it is labor pain.

Yige felt like a world away, unable to make a sound, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let his fingertips move. It turns out that life and death are like this.

After losing it, Aunt Qing's position was empty and unfilled. Let your tears run down your cheeks and drip down the bowl in your hand.

Mu Yige didn't wipe it, she wanted to make herself cry like this. Everyone comes to your life and leaves, because it is so unique, so it hurts so much.

It's just that life doesn't end because of temporary pains, there are always too many things waiting for us that we didn't expect. So when Mu Yige was crying silently like this, Wan'er walked to her side and hugged her gently: "Miss, Wan'er is here." ”