It's a quaint house where everything inside is simple and sophisticated. www.biquge.info A young man in black clothes was holding the bowl in his hand and motioned to the somewhat pale girl sitting on the bed to drink it.

"Murong, ahem, can I ...... cough cough cough ...... Don't drink. Xie Zhao looked at the bowl in Murong Yao's hand and frowned, the jet-black medicinal juice looked so bitter that it was terrifying. Even if he knew that the medicine was bitter, he couldn't help but look at Murong Yao with pleading eyes, but in the man's eyes there was firmness that could not be refused.

"Brother Murong." The girl gently tugged at the man's sleeve, unconsciously biting her lip, and made a pitiful look. Since she was over fourteen years old, as long as she made such an appearance, Murong Yao would not refuse her. But this time Xie Zhao still miscalculated.

Looking at Xie Zhao's appearance, Murong Yao pursed her lips, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes. Then he picked up the bowl in his hand, drank the bitter medicine, and kissed the girl. Because of the sudden kiss, Xie Zhao was a little distracted, and in a moment, the medicine in the young man's mouth crossed into Xie Zhao's mouth, and the bitterness filled his mouth in an instant. Looking at the face that was close at hand, Xie Zhao swallowed the bitter medicine. Then the touch on my lips disappeared, and I couldn't help coughing lightly. His cheeks were crimson.

"Murong, you ......" Halfway through his words, a sweet and greasy sugar ball was stuffed into his mouth. Uh-huh-hmm......"

"Take your medicine on time." Murong Yao left these words and turned to leave. Leaving Xie Zhao to sit on the bed and watch Murong Yao's departing back blankly.

The finger was lightly placed on her lips, and the moment she was kissed just now, she could smell the faint smell of soap on Murong Yao's body. Thinking of Murong Yao's movements, Xie Zhao couldn't help but fall down on the bed and cover himself with the quilt, although he had kissed Murong Yao's face and lips when he was a child, but he didn't know why he was unusually shy this time, it seemed that something had changed, and a seed in his heart had finally taken root.

Walking out of the house, Murong Yao found that he was in a hurry and still held the porcelain white bowl in his hand, unlike yesterday's heavy rain, today's weather was unexpectedly sunny, and the sun was shining warm on his body, if it weren't for Xie Zhao's body being cold, they would have set off on the way back to Mobei at this moment. Fingers unconsciously stroked his lips, this was the first time such a deep kiss, his eyes darkened, Murong Yao strode towards the empty courtyard, and pulled out the Linfeng knife on his waist. For a while, the cold sword light and Murong Yao's black figure brought gusts of wind in the courtyard.

Xie Zhao's wind and cold were almost healed after three days, and it was too late to wait for his body to fully recover, so Xie Zhao packed his bags and stepped on the horse, and the group set off back to Mobei.

It takes about half a month to get from Shengjing to Mobei Road.

Since leaving Shengjing, along the way, Xie Zhao looked at the displaced people who fled from the land south of the Yangtze River and went north, and his heart was mixed. Natural disasters are already such hell, but what about war? But she couldn't do anything except desperately rush back to Mobei. Looking at Xie Zhao's depressed appearance, Murong Yao just hugged her shoulders in the dead of night. Sitting quietly is a night, until the girl in her arms falls into a deep sleep because of exhaustion.

After half a month of sleeping in the open air, Xie Zhao, Murong Yao and the big man who came to report the news finally rushed back to Mobei. Looking at the soldiers of the Xie Family Army wearing black clothes and iron armor at the gate of the city, they strictly checked everyone who entered the city. Xie Zhao began to perceive the heavy and serious aura of war. It's not just a few words on paper.

"It's time to go into town." Murong Yao's words interrupted Xie Zhao's thoughts, and she hurriedly grabbed the reins of the horse and followed the man walking in front.

The soldiers defending the city did not relax their inspection in the slightest because Xie Zhao and Murong Yao showed their waist cards. After a period of rigorous interrogation, the three of them walked into Yancheng.

While walking, looking at Yancheng, which had not changed much from the time he left, Xie Zhao took a deep breath, and there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes. "It's finally back, and it's the same place as before."

"Actually, when my subordinates left, there were already patrolling soldiers in the city." As the big man spoke, several soldiers dressed in black, wearing light armor, and holding knives in their hands walked up. When the leader saw Murong Yao, a slight smile appeared on his dark and serious face.

After a while, the person from the opposite side approached, and Murong Yao nodded slightly at the black-clothed man led by him. "Senpai."

"Murong, welcome back." After greeting him, the man continued to patrol the street.

After such a small episode, the three of them led the horse all the way to the Xie Mansion without saying a word.

When Xie Zhao stepped into the Xie Mansion again, the sun had already set in the west, and seeing Mrs. Xie come out to greet her with a somewhat haggard look, Xie Zhao couldn't help but have a bad conjecture in his mind.

"Grandma, grandpa, he ......" looked at Mrs. Xie, and Xie Zhao's amber eyes were puzzled.

Mrs. Xie's eyes were red, her eyes were a little dodgy, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief from time to time, and her voice was a little choked. "Your grandfather is just a little unwell." Xie Zhao looked at Mrs. Xie, grandma is already like this, how can grandpa just feel a little unwell. Thinking of this, she hurriedly ran into the courtyard.

Looking at Xie Zhao's back, Mrs. Xie motioned for Murong Yao to follow her towards the courtyard.

After walking for a while, Murong Yao looked around and no one finally spoke.

"Grandma, how long can grandpa's body last?"

Mrs. Xie listened to Murong Yao's question, her body couldn't help but stiffen, wiped the tears that flowed out of her eyes, and her voice was choked with despair. "It's not more than half a month at most."

Surprise flashed in Murong Yao's eyes after hearing this. He lowered his voice. "Didn't the letter say that only an ordinary person would be hit by an arrow in the shoulder, how could it be?"

"At first, we didn't find it, but the wound has not healed, and then we found out that the arrow was suddenly colorless and odorless, making people bleed and poisonous." Mrs. Xie's hand was tightly twisted in the handkerchief, and there was a look of annoyance on her face, as if she was annoyed that she had not discovered everything earlier, and after a pause, she continued to speak, her voice was faint, with a sigh of nothingness. "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't let the unsealing go to Shengjing and call you back. Murong, I'm afraid this Mobei is going to be handed over to you and Xiao Zhao. Mrs. Xie looked at Murong Yao, as if she was instructing the future.

"Grandma. Xiao Zhao also ...... "Murong Yao's words were interrupted.

Mrs. Xie smiled and shook her head, her eyes full of love. "You can be by Xiao Zhao's side, her grandfather and I will have to leave sooner or later, but sooner or later, it's just that in such a period of time, you will have to work hard in the future." Saying that, the two of them had already arrived in the inner courtyard. The sound of sobbing could be faintly heard in the room.

In the house, Xie Zhao crouched in front of Xie Zhengyun's window, and Xie Zhengyun, who was lying on the bed, had a pale face, deep-set eye sockets, and black and purple lips. The big palms that were once powerful are now as thin as firewood. The wound on the shoulder oozes blood from time to time. He looked at Xie Zhao with a weak smile, stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears on Xie Zhao's cheeks, as if he wanted to comfort the girl.

"Grandpa." Xie Zhao held Xie Zhengyun's hand, but the tears in his eyes couldn't be stopped.

"Xiao Zhao, life and death are fate...... Wealth is in the sky...... Don't cry. Xie Zhengyun's breath was weak, his speech was intermittent, and his voice was almost incalculable. This man who has been guarding the border for several years can only linger on the sickbed. He had run out of oil and dried up, and his last breath was just waiting for the girl in front of him to come back.

"Grandpa." Xie Zhao couldn't think of any other words to say to the old man in front of him at this time.

"Xiao Zhao, these eyes of yours...... It's just the same as Feiyan...... All the same, looking at it, I always ...... Remember...... Your mother. She...... It's just too ...... Stubborn. But...... But he is also the child who is most like me...... If you want to survive the war, the Xie clan will ...... I'll leave it to you......" said Xie Zhengyun, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes disappeared.

"Grandpa......" Xie Zhao shouted Xie Zhengyun loudly, wanting to wake up his relatives lying on the bed, but the person on the bed did not move.

Mrs. Xie approached the bed step by step, and then sat down, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked Xie Zhengyun's cheek, because of lingering on the sickbed, Xie Zhengyun finally showed his old state, and his hair, which was black three years ago, is now gray. It's been fifty years since she's met this man when she's been sixteen. In a blink of an eye, it turned out to be so fast, even Xiao Zhao was already fifteen years old. The years are so ruthless.

Murong Yao approached Xie Zhao and stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around the girl's shoulder, just like every time the girl felt sad and sad. Soon, Murong Yao noticed that his chest was already wet.

"Murong, you take Xiao Zhao out first, I still have something to say to Zhengyun." Mrs. Xie's voice came faintly from the side, not sad or happy. There was a dead silence in his eyes.

"Yes." Murong Yao sensed that he understood Madame's intentions, he pursed his lips tightly, and struggle flashed in his eyes, but in the end he left with the girl in his arms. Before leaving, he took one last look at Mrs. Xie, and looked at each other, and Mrs. Xie knew in her eyes that he couldn't stop it.

After Mrs. Xie watched Murong Yao and Xie Zhao's departing figures disappear into the house, she took out a dagger from under Xie Zhengyun's pillow. Looking at the dagger in her hand, Mrs. Xie showed a nostalgic smile on her face, she couldn't help but think of the time when she exchanged love tokens with Xie Zhengyun at the age of sixteen, Xie Zhengyun was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, looking at her would blush, and the moment she twisted and took out the concentric knot from her arms and gave it to her, she remembered that she was still unhappy, thinking that the concentric knot was bought by a man casually on the street. also questioned the man, but she didn't expect it to be made up to her by the man himself.

Concentric knots, eternal knots concentric. Now that you are gone, I will walk with you. Zhengyun, wait for me on Huangquan Road. The dagger that was once given to a man is now a weapon to end his life.

A flash of light flashed, and a smile appeared on Mrs. Xie's face, and she slowly fell on Xie Zhengyun's chest.