The night breeze in the courtyard was blowing, the willows were blowing, and the thin girl was holding a bamboo flute, trying to play the only song she learned in her memory, she didn't know if it was useful, but she always felt that the guy Shulan was elusive, and he would definitely come. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The music is Shulan's favorite bamboo fairy when she was young, the tune is deep and sad, she only felt sad and tearful when she was a child, and today she vaguely knew that the story in Shulan's heart is probably far more than she imagined.

After the song, she looked at the cold moon above her head and the still silent courtyard, and her heart was infinitely sad.

He didn't come after all, and turned around with a dark expression, only to see the picturesque young man behind him, looking at her with pity.

"Shulan......" she shouted softly, with deep pupils, purple hair, and a look of disguise that could never be seen. This is a mysterious and unpredictable teenager, no one has really understood him, and no one wants to understand him, even she Cen Kexuan only sleeps and eats uneasily around Bai Moyin's mind all day long, but she has never thought about how deep sadness the person who writes music like Bamboo Fairy should hide in his heart.

"I ......"

Shulan interrupted her and whispered, "His injury hasn't healed for a long time, it's just a heart disease." Lotus can heal you and Miss Zhang's back then, but it can't heal his injuries......"

Cen Kexuan was stunned, and he had nothing to say for a while.

"You should worry about yourself."

Of course she knew, but right now, she couldn't care about herself at all. She saw Shulan squatting down and sitting on the stone steps, tilting her head to look at her, beckoning her to come over, Cen Kexuan stepped forward, Shulan took her hand and said, "What's wrong with our little Kexuan?" Trapped in love? There seemed to be a joke in his words, and he didn't worry about her at all.

Cen Kexuan suddenly felt a little flustered, feeling that Lian Shulan was probably not on his side.

"Palace Master, he lied to me."

"Oh?" Shulan looked at her in surprise, "You finally know?" ”

"So you knew it a long time ago?"

Shulan sneered, shook her head and said, "What kind of good person can Murong Qi be?" He is not a good thing at all, and he must have a plan for raising you for so many years. This statement is more straightforward than Bai Moyin's words at the beginning.

Xu saw that Cen Kexuan's face was ugly and weak, and Shulan finally straightened up a little, "Didn't I say it, if you have anything to do, go to Bai Moyin, if you die, I'm afraid no one will be more anxious than him." He poked Cen Kexuan's forehead and laughed softly: "Didn't you take a fancy to him, why don't you just try to tie him up and let him fly away with you." ”

"Flutter-" The little girl who had been lifeless actually laughed out loud, as if she was amusing herself, "how could he go away with me?" ”

"What's impossible as long as you want." Shulan tilted her head, as if she was in the Purple Cloud Palace, and smiled and laughed with her, but her voice became more and more gentle, "You live in his house, add some medicine to his teapot while he is away, and when the time comes, cook rice with him, and say that you are pregnant with his child......"

"Shulan-" Cen Kexuan's pale face turned blood-red in an instant, "Why do you still like to talk nonsense at this time." ”

"Don't blame me for not reminding you." Shulan glanced at her lazily and touched her head, "I can't help you with anything else, but if you really like him, this is your only chance." ”

Cen Kexuan was stunned for a moment, Shulan looked at her and continued: "If you save your life this time, and go to Yujing Villa in the future, some things will be spread out, and it will be difficult for you to continue this thought about him, do you understand what I mean?" ”

Cen Kexuan was in a trance, not daring to think about the deep meaning of his words, let alone considering his very ridiculous suggestion, catching a glimpse of Shulan's unchanged face, but suddenly had another thought, which was also the thing she cared about the most at the moment.

"I ...... Have you ever seen my family's heirloom Qilin Blood Jade? ”

Shulan smiled and said, "Of course I have seen it. "He has not only seen it, the origin of the jade is too deep with him.

Cen Kexuan trembled and stretched out the hand holding the jade pendant, and hesitated for a long time before he planned to hand it to him, "Then...... This ...... "She wants to know, she wants the almost omniscient Shulan to tell her whether everything Han Yue said is true or not.

The jade became colder and colder in the moonlight, and she clenched it tightly in the palm of her hand, wanting to hand it to Shulan, but she was reluctant to really let go of her hand.

"Someone's coming, and it's almost time for me to go." Shulan didn't answer, but suddenly stood up and left quickly.

Before leaving, he leaned close to her ear and said, "Tell you a secret, the real Qilin Blood Jade, even if it is separated from people, it is warm." ”

Cen Kexuan stood alone in the courtyard, the blood in her whole body seemed to freeze instantly, from the moment Murong Qi took the jade pendant in her hand, she knew that this piece of jade was as cold as ice, and it took a long time to put it on her chest before it could be infected with a little imperceptible body temperature, and once she left her body, it was immediately cold like snow.

Fake, even Shulan said it was fake. It's not just that the piece that was returned by Bai Moyin after being lost is fake, but the jade pendant, which was regarded as a treasure from the beginning, is also fake.

The palace master really deceived her! On a snowy night nine years ago, he took her away with a lie and a piece of fake jade, leaving Cen Zifei alone, alone in the snow, facing a bloody home with nothing.

The family died tragically, her brother and sister were separated, she was trapped in Ziyun Palace, at least there was still hope in her heart, but her brother might face all the misery and predicament alone, helpless and confused.

…… Exactly nine years......

"Kexuan, you stay here obediently, my brother will be back soon, you know?"

"Got it." The hands touching her head, and the last trace of falling snowflakes, Cen Zifei's face was clear and blurred.

"Brother...... Brother ......" She covered her face and crouched down, and the pain hidden in her heart finally exploded, and she began to cry, the pain was heartbreaking, and she was so quick that she couldn't breathe.

Murong Qi actually took her and disappeared out of thin air, leaving Cen Zifei's world and never going back. She clearly promised that she wouldn't run away, so why did she follow Murong Qi?

Has he been looking for her all along, without any clues, and the whole world looking for her? Will he be sad after all these years? Will you be scared? Will it be lonely? If he couldn't find her, would he feel hopeless?

How could the palace master be like this? How could he do this to her and her brother, how could he ......

She bit her lip tightly, and even bit out the blood, a kind of resentment rose from her heart, and with it was the heartache and pity for Cen Zifei.

Over the years, how much has he missed her, and how helpless and frightened he will be?

"Brother......" tears blurred her eyes, and finally in the dizziness, someone hugged her body, hugged her, and vaguely saw a touch of white clothes, she shrunk in his arms, and fell asleep.

On the second day, she fumbled to get up, and found that the maids came and went, and seemed to be a little busy, and even Doulan went into the house and began to pack her clothes. Cen Kexuan remembered what he heard in a daze yesterday, and hurriedly asked, "Doulan, what did you say last night?" Dou Lan turned her face and said with a smile: "Miss shouldn't be sick and confused, I didn't say anything last night." Cen Kexuan frowned, could it be that she heard it wrong.

"It must be that the young lady is dizzy and misheard." Dou Lan was the first to answer her, and began to sort out the things in the house, and a painting suddenly appeared in the baggage, which was the one that Bai Moyin gave her when she was in Ziyun Palace in the past.

"Be careful, don't break the painting." Cen Kexuan whispered.

Dou Lan buried her head, her face covered by her bangs was blurred, but when she raised her head, she already showed a smile: "Got it, Miss, Dou Lan will take care of it for Miss." Cen Kexuan was still not at ease, shook his head, and said, "You put it there, I'll just come by myself." This is Bai Moyin's own hand, she once cherished this thing more than everything in the house, and she used to have a burning love heart......

Dou Lan had no choice but to say, "Okay then, Dou Lan went out first." ”

"Why are you packing up?" Cen Kexuan asked suddenly.

"The third son of the Bai family has already walked to the front, and the second son said that he will leave tomorrow, try not to stop on the way, and take the young lady directly to the floating mountain." Dou Lan said, and Cen Kexuan's face instantly turned pale.

The weather is gradual, and it is clear that it is gradually entering summer, but for some reason it is rainy, even so, he still insists on setting off, Cen Kexuan is puzzled, he got up at dawn and set off, Dou Lan stood by the carriage at the door with an umbrella for her, but her steps were never more difficult.

She left, the capital that held all her hopes and despairs, and the voices of her father and brother still seemed to echo in her ears.

"Ahh

She seemed to see a boy running towards her in the rain with an osmanthus cake, similar appearance, similar movements, just like Cen Zifei when she was a child, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to hug him.

Stepping on the stone under his feet, the child fell, and a small piece of osmanthus cake in his hand fell to the ground, was blown by the wind, and rolled to Bai Moyin's feet.

Blinking his eyes vigorously, Cen Kexuan realized that this was not an illusion, Bai Moyin was about to take a step, when the little boy suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his trouser leg, "Osmanthus cake ......" a pair of dark and bright eyes. Bai Moyin looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were both cold and compassionate, he finally squatted down, took out a small piece of pastry from his arms and handed it to the strange child, the little boy smiled at him, showing his white teeth.

"Osmanthus cake ......" Cen Kexuan murmured unconsciously, "Osmanthus cake ......" My brother once said that after coming back, he took her to buy the osmanthus cake of Linglong Restaurant. The heart felt as if it had been pierced by something, fine and dense, and it hurt again and again, as if it had been pierced by thousands of needles—countless realities and falsehoods were intertwined, and they weighed down heavily.

"What's your name?" Bai Moyin rarely opened his mouth and asked something that had nothing to do with him.

"Zhi'er, my father and mother call me Zhi'er, and my aunt also calls me Zhi'er." As the child spoke, he opened the oil paper wrapped in the pastry in his hand and took a bite.

"Stop!" A woman hurriedly ran over from nowhere, and stepped forward to hug the little boy and said, "Zhi'er, how can you buy an osmanthus cake and run around?" Go back, your aunt is looking for you. The woman said, catching a glimpse of Bai Moyin, who was looking at her coldly, knowing that this person must not be an ordinary person, she panicked and apologized: "This son, my child is not sensible, her aunt is buying pastries over there, and the child runs away, so I will take him away." ”

"It doesn't matter." Bai Moyin said softly.

"Let's go, Doulan." Cen Kexuan closed his eyes, he didn't want to see that picture anymore, and buried everything in his heart deeply.

In the hazy drizzle, a team of chariots and horses gradually disappeared into the long alleys, hurriedly leaving Luoyang, the woman held an umbrella and held the little boy, staring at the direction of their departure in a daze, after a while, she said: "Miss Yang, do you know those people?" ”

A woman gradually walked out from behind her and reached out to take the child, "Although we used to know each other, now we just avoid it." She looked at the boy in her arms softly and asked softly, "Zhi'er, can you give the osmanthus cake in your hand to this person in white clothes?" The little boy shook his head and said miserably, "It fell to the ground." "It seems that he is haunted by the wasted osmanthus cake.

"That's it." The girl holding him wiped the water on his face with one hand, and said softly: "It's not bad to stay away from those rights and wrongs, I really hope that the bloody wind and rain in the future will not provoke you." Her gaze gradually changed from Qingyuan to tenderness, from tenderness to sadness, and finally from sadness to determination, "Zhi'er, this may be the last time my aunt will come to see you." ”

"Miss Yang—" The woman's eyes widened suddenly, revealing a look of disbelief.

"It's getting heavier and heavier, let's go back." The girl holding the boy turned around and said, "I'm afraid Chu Li is already impatient. ”

The gate of Biliu Garden has been tightly closed, and occasionally weeping willows stretch out from the wall, and with the wind and rain floating like a shadow, the fine and dense rain has condensed into a mist, and there is a tendency to spread more and more, gradually enveloping the entire Luoyang City.