The morning light penetrates the hall and enters the room, sprinkled under the front porch of osmanthus flowers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn September, the golden cinnamon will be exhausted, scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is the same.

At this time, the private school hall was already full of people, and the morning children sat upright in the banquet, holding a scroll, shaking their heads and reading with their husbands, and their immature voices echoed in the hall.

When he turned to "Tang Feng No Clothes", Xie Yun's voice paused slightly, and his expression changed. He sighed softly and handed the scroll to the student beside him, while he stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, and said nothing.

"Do you say you have no clothes? Seven. It's not as good as the clothes of the son, and it's auspicious?

How can you say that you have no clothes? Six. It's not as good as the clothes of the son, safe and burning? ”

The Si people have passed away, and the sight is sad, although the scene is still the same, the hatred in the heart is difficult to recover......

Xie Yun clenched his hands into fists, and sadness came from him for a while.

On that day, the Mid-Autumn Festival incident, he was in a different place, and when he rushed back to Ayaluo City after hearing the news, the spring breeze had become a scorched earth for ten miles. He reported to the government and sent officials to investigate, but it was ridiculous that it was caused by the excessive candle flame in the hall. Under the governance of Zhao Yuesheng, Lefang has always been cautious in the use of fire, and people go to extinguish candles, not to mention, Lin Wan was still in the workshop at that time, how could such a thing happen?

Lin Wan......

Thinking of the name, he frowned in pain, tears faintly grooming in his eyes.

When I first saw her in the city in the past, she wore a green cloth skirt, with a plain face to the sky, carrying a young song, passing by the door, and smiling at him as if she was nothing.

"The young girl is ignorant and has disturbed my husband, and I hope you will forgive me."

He was full of poetry and books, but he couldn't speak for a while.

Ten years have passed, and the amazement of that moment has not been erased. Even though they came back and forth frequently and got along for a long time, his state of mind was the same as the first time they met. In front of her, he was the illiterate reckless man, who could only smile and promise. She was in charge of Qingluan Bao on behalf of Empress Yang, and he always reminded him and tried his best to help; She didn't want Zige to study in a private school, so he took Xie Miao to the music workshop to teach Zige to read and write; She had always been frail and sickly, so he looked around for medical advice, and then sent her to the music shop as if nothing happened, and asked Yuesheng to decoction for her to take......

Ten years have passed, and he wanted to guard her from afar, and he would be with her for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that she would be one step ahead of him.

Decade...... In another ten years, life and death are boundless, under the Yellow Spring, will she still wait for him?

At the funeral that day, only a few people said goodbye. The tomb is hidden on a hill near the ancestral hall of the Xie family, overlooking the Qinchuan River, with an open view. Because of her special status, she was once rewarded by the government, and even the stele only has a surname and no name. He accompanied Zige to kneel on the mountain all night, and Fang left in tears.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill? If you don't collect the bright bones, a pinch of cold soil to cover the wind. The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Bing Qingyu is as clean as her, and she shouldn't have been buried here. After being a member of the Nanzhao Wu clan, he could only bury his bones in a foreign country and be a ghost in a foreign country, and he always felt pain when he thought of this.

At this time, the morning class was almost over, and the students saw that Xie Yun did not say anything, and they didn't know what to do for a while. The boy who led the reading stepped forward tremblingly, only to find that Xie Yun was already wet with tears.

"Disperse."

He whispered, waving his hand. When the boy was ordered, he all rushed out, and played wantonly under the porch, and for a moment burst of laughter, leaving him alone in the room, standing alone, and sighing.

Now that Lin Wan is gone, Zige is an adult again, and the lifeblood of the Yang family is all in her hands. Xie Yun was very worried at first, although she was like a man, she was still too young after all, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear such a heavy burden for a while. But after this change, in half a month, her personality has changed greatly, and she has become more stable in dealing with people.

The lifelike Yang's golden phoenix hairpinned up her long satin hairpin, and it seemed to have taken away her girl's heart and became an adult overnight.

Xie Yun was thinking about it when a rain pigeon suddenly stopped on the windowsill and cooed at him. He took off the letter bound by the carrier pigeon, and saw that the word "Mu" was engraved on the side of the paper tube, and he knew that it was a letter from Mu Lixuan.

Soon after the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Gao Zhan, the king of Chengjiang, returned to Beijing with the Nanzhao delegation. Before leaving the city, Mu Lixuan handed Zige a rain flower pigeon, and asked his younger brother Mu Lijun to stay and protect her.

The spring breeze burned down for ten miles, and Qingluan Bao had to go underground. Zhao Yuesheng found a farmhouse not far from the city, placed the singers and musicians in the workshop, and collected the information from each other in a private school, which was arranged by Zige. Therefore, in addition to practicing swords, she mostly handles reports from all over the world in the room, and in addition, she exchanges letters with Mu Lixuan, who is far away in Kyoto.

Xie Yun's gaze chased after the delicate figure under the flower tree in the distance. The white clothes are better than the snow, the long sword breaks the wind, sometimes it is as light as a swallow, the sword rises, sometimes it is like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

He didn't know where Zige learned such martial arts. In the past, she was in the music workshop, and she always only liked to play the piano and write lyrics, although Lin Wan taught sword dance, but it was only for viewing and playing, and there was no actual combat use. But now she gets up every morning to practice swords, her body is treacherous, the sword is powerful, one move and one style, quite everyone's demeanor, even if she is accompanied by that young man with high martial arts, she will not make such rapid progress, and she is not like a person who only practices martial arts for a few days.

He watched the black-clothed young man climb the tree, smiling and eating the fruit, watching her practice swordsmanship. The boy is not very old, but his body is extremely light, and his feet are on the branches, gently swaying with the wind.

"Junjun, be careful not to fall." The beautiful woman under the tree looked up at him, with a faint smile on her face, like an ink peach blossom blooming on rice paper.

She is over 20 years old, her skin is like congealed fat, her eyes are like autumn water, and she is dressed in mourning clothes, and it is difficult to hide her upright posture. Heroic and sassy, such as Yang Hou pointing out the momentum of the three armies. Qingling Yuxiu, like Lin Wan's posture of stroking the piano near the window.

Xie Yun looked at her in a daze, lost his mind for a moment.

"No, it's fun on the tree, you can pick fruit and eat it." The young man did not give up, holding the branch and playing loudly.

She put away her sword and whispered two or three words at him, and he obediently climbed down, with a sneering expression, and was caught by Zige and twisted his ears.

"You are not allowed to tell Brother Xuan......" he shouted with grinning teeth.

This young man named Mu Lijun has always been by Zige's side. Although his character is as stubborn as a child, he often causes a lot of trouble, but Zige has always taken good care of him. At night, he slept in the hall outside Zige's house, often kicking the quilt, and Zige always got up in the middle of the night to tuck the corners of his back.

Only when getting along with him, Zige Fang will smile and smile vaguely from the carefree appearance of the year. For this reason, Xie Yun also resisted his random behavior of climbing trees and breaking flowers in the courtyard.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the undried tears on his face, but when he saw a delicate word "Wan" embroidered in the corner of the plain cloth, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Uncle Xie, is there any new news from Qingluan Daily today?"

I don't know when, Zige has come with a sword, leaning against the door, seeing Xie Yun holding a silk handkerchief, his expression is gloomy, although his face has not changed, his tone has softened.

"I saw the rain pigeon enter the courtyard, I'm afraid it will disturb your class."

"It's okay, the students haven't entered the house yet, they're all playing outside." Xie Yun accepted the handkerchief and handed the letter to Zige, "I just received a batch of heavenly books last night, all of them are in my room, you can send Mu Lijun to pick them up." ”

"I'm afraid he'll be playful and break the scroll, so I'll do it myself."

She delicately broke the seal with her bare hands, unfolded the roll of rice paper, and a look of relief slowly appeared on her face.

"But has the situation changed in Beijing?" He couldn't help but ask. Zige flattened the paper, and there was an eight-character cursive script on it: At the end of the year, in Beijing, the county lord recruited relatives.

"In a few days, we will be able to leave for Beijing."

She said softly, and in her clear eyes, there was a faint cluster of fire, scorching and ignishing.