Yang Yu then smiled: "The more I don't hate him, the stronger the depression is, looking forward to seeing him again, and looking forward to never seeing each other again in this life, I am afraid, afraid that I will hate him, afraid that I will see him again, and I will not be able to leave him." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" She looked a little confused, and continued: "If one day, this love is smoothed out, and there is no love and no hatred, will the two of them go back to strangers?" ”

It was only at this time that Ruan Zong understood how deep Yang Yu's love for Wang Jingzhi was.

A woman whose lover is going to marry someone else.

She would rather cut her love in two and reminisce about it than hate that person.

Think about yourself? I hated that girl all my life.

Ruan Zong's face was dark, and he said cautiously: "No." Then he scooped up another bowl of wine and poured it down.

Yang Yu chuckled, and sang in his mouth: "There are plums, but in fact, there are seven Xi." Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be lucky. There are plums, in fact, there are three. Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will be in the future. There are plums, and they are baskets. Ask me to be a gentleman, and I will say it. ”

The song "There is a Plum", the song is long and soft, mixed with Yang Yu's unique clear and slightly hoarse voice, echoing in the courtyard of the square.

The night had passed, and the morning sun shone in front of Yang Yu's eyes, and suddenly noticed the whispering sound in his ears, Yang Yu opened his eyes and found himself lying on the stone floor of the courtyard.

She turned her head slightly, and found Ruan Zongyi drunk and collapsed to the side.

The whispering on his side was stopped, Yang Yu frowned slightly, sat up and looked, the servants of the Jiujiang Palace looked at Yang Yu and Ruan Zong intentionally or unintentionally.

If Yang Yu didn't understand what these people were thinking at this time, he would be a complete fool.

She smiled and raised her voice: "Brother Ruan! Wake up! ”

Ruan Zong's eyebrows frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and immediately understood.

Yang Yu casually cut his hair and said loudly: "If the morning glow is lifted, it will be refreshing." ”

Ruan Zong smiled in his heart, but Liang Shang did not change in the slightest, and said: "Last night's discussion was really refreshing, I want to wave it!" ”

"Good! Yang Yu smiled, these people are completely free and don't mind the eyes of the world, but they are willing to say such things for the sake of her reputation.

"Where is the pen and ink?" Ruan Zong raised his voice.

Is this really going to be written? Yang Yu was a little curious.

The servant on one side was smart, and originally wanted to pretend that he didn't see the two of them, but then he hurriedly stepped forward and prepared his pen and ink. After all, in this world, there are not many people who can see the seven sages of the bamboo forest splashing ink with their own eyes.

Ruan Zong pondered for a moment, and his pen flew like a fly.

Yang Yu was stunned.

Ruan Zong dropped the last stroke, threw the brush on the ground with a "snap", flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Yang Yu raised his hand to pick up the piece of note, the handwriting was wild and broad, but it was in line with his personality, and read it carefully: the breeze is solemn, and the night is long. Xiao Ge is sad and sleeps alone. Forget to eat. There is no daylily in the world, which makes me lament. Songbirds seek friends, and the valley wind stings. Chonghua Dengyong, the emperor ordered Kaiyuan. Bao Zi poured cover, and the middle father Zuohuan. Go back to the shore and sigh Yu, dare not be embarrassed! Keep the rules and rules, and admire the bullet crown. What is my heart? Its fragrant orchid.

Yang Yu smiled softly, it turned out that his retreat was not wild Hongda, but evasion.

It is indeed sad to have the ambition to serve the country, but to be disappointed in today's court.

Yang Yu suddenly remembered Ruan Zong's "blue and white eyes", and his willful attribution of people he didn't want to see to white eyes, just like Liu Lun's fake drunken eyes, is it also an escape?

Are they really drunk or fake?

Are you drunk, but more sober?

Yang Yu sighed deeply, the deeper he understood these people, the more indescribable he felt, the feeling that everyone in the world was drunk and I woke up alone, and finally at this moment, with this Yonghuai poem, dispersed.

Wine makes people drunk, and a drunk person, whatever he says, can be forgiven.

Medicine is a wake-up call, and the person who takes it, no matter what he says, will be remembered.

They are drunk, but awake.

She was awake, but drunk.

Yang Yu clenched the note in his hand, returned to the guest room, lit a fire, and burned the bamboo note clean.

Huaishui River, cool breeze.

Wang Jingzhi lazily reclined on the soft couch, his fingers with even joints, playing with a handful of dust, the jade handle held by both hands as if it was one with the white jade, the corners of his lips were loose, without a trace of emotion.

The boat flows down the river and slowly moves forward on the turbulent water. Yuqing is wearing a scarlet mixed skirt, lined with this moonlight wrap chest, with the same pigment belt to make the waist look like a flower about a willow, the moonlight silk thread winds from the waist to the skirt outlining a Xiaoxiang moonlit night, and the skin like snow is more white by this gorgeous dress.

I saw her gently move the strings, her eyebrows flowing, and she was gentle.

Wang Jingzhi stared at Yuqing, but seemed to look at another person.

Fan Ming shook his head helplessly and said: "As soon as Ah Yu leaves, Lang Jun's soul is not guarded, where is the appearance of Wang Jingzhi of Zhilan Yushu?" He frowned and said, "You are no longer Wang Jingzhi." ”

Wang Jingzhi's back was straight and loose, and it was clear that he still had a cold and dusty bearing, however, he nodded and smiled: "I, no longer Wang Jingzhi." ”

Fan Ming smiled and said: "It's you who let her go, and it's you who is sad, why bother." ”

Wang Jingzhi's fingers paused slightly, stroked the ring of his right hand, looked at the calm and waveless Huaishui water, and said slowly: "Leave me, she can be safe and sound, so it's fine." ”

Fan Ming smiled: "Aren't you afraid that she will hate you?" ”

Wang Jingzhi pursed his lips and smiled, slowly shook his head and said, "Sister-in-law won't." ”

Fan Ming clearly saw remorse in Wang Jingzhi's eyes, and only shook his head with a smile and said, "Lang Jun's mind is in turmoil. ”

As soon as Yuqing saw Wang Jingzhi's expression, she knew that he was not ruthless to listen to the piano, and at that moment, she stopped playing the piano and walked to his side with small steps that divided the flowers and willows.

Hold the jug in your hand and fill the glass.

Wang Jingzhi smiled and drank another glass.

Yuqing raised her eyes to look at Wang Jingzhi, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Da Sikong ordered Yuqing to wear red today, Yuqing is wearing it, but she is not as beautiful as the princess of Qinxian Pavilion?" ”

"Yes. ”

Yuqing raised her eyebrows, and her lips were slightly hooked: "Da Sikong is not here, why not go back?" ”

Her expression is exactly the same as Yang Yu's, and her tone is exactly the same as Yang Yu's speech.

Wang Jingzhi's eyebrows frowned slightly, he pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "Good." ”

This practice of replacing Yang Yu with another person made him suddenly feel disgusted.

He raised his lips and smiled, his eyes returning to their former brightness: "It's better to go back!" ”

Fan Ming was surprised for a moment, and said with a smile: "Wang Jingzhi is back." ”

Ten miles away on the outskirts of Qiongcheng, the Hu people's military tent.

Wenchang Emperor Yu Fumu and Sanqin King Fu Hong, the two sat in front of the couch.

Yu Fumu tried his best to make his eyes look gentle, but he still couldn't hide it, and the gloom at the bottom of his eyes.

Fu Hong is eight feet long, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a square face and a broad nose, not confused when he is over the years, although it is not wartime, he is still wearing a black and shiny battle armor, he slapped the couch with a big palm, and said with a smile: "When the Han people start autumn, the north is about to enter winter, if you don't take the opportunity to loot at this time, how can the clansmen spend the winter?" ”

Yu Fumu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes shot a cold light, and he pursed his thin lips and said: "The intention of the three Qin kings, only loot, not occupy the city?" (To be continued.) )