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Thinking of this, the ancient painting fan was suddenly startled, and then looked at Chunyuan Lanmu's warm and jade-like face, could he be that kind of person? Will it?

No, it won't.

"You're wondering if I've killed them already." Chunyuan Lan Mu looked at the shocked face of the ancient painting fan, and a wry smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

The thoughts in her heart were said so bluntly, but the ancient painting fan didn't feel anything, but looking at the self-deprecating smile on the corner of his lips, she still couldn't ask after all.

Chunyuan Lanmu slowly stood up and said softly, "You have a good rest, I still have something to deal with." Then he turned and left.

The ancient painting fan looked at his back, and suddenly felt a trace of coolness in his heart.

Is she wrong......

Why would she use all those bad, dark examples and speculations on him?

It was from the beginning, and it still is.

Ancient painting fan, do you know what you have been doing all these years? keeps saying that it is for the good of others, but why in the end, one or two of them are like this. I didn't dare to recognize each other, I didn't dare to show my face, and the tombstone engraved with the tomb of the ancient painting fan was still standing straight there.

After so many years, why is everything so ridiculous looking back?

The silent dormitory was still silent, and although it was the same place, nothing was different after all.

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More than half a month has passed, and the injury on his finger has long been healed, but he and she have not seen each other for half a month in the blink of an eye.

The rain soaked the entire sky and fell to the ground, gathering into puddles of water. Outside the Qingxin Palace, the ancient painting fan that has been standing for a long time took a last look at the gate of the Qingxin Hall with an umbrella, and then walked towards the palace road leading to the outside of the palace.

All the way unimpeded. For her convenience, Chunyuan Lan Mu had already given her a token that she could leave the palace at will. When he stepped on the land outside the palace, the ancient painting fan felt stunned.

There were very few people on the streets, and although it didn't rain much, it was still a bit desolate.

Stretching out his hand to cover his face, he walked towards the market.

There were no stalls on the streets, only the stores were open, but apparently business was not very good.

The ancient painting fan walked alone in the market, looking at the deserted street, thinking about the words of a while.

There is still some distance from Feng Qianyu's mansion, and the ancient painting fan is not in a hurry, the weather in early summer is already a little hot, and now it has just rained, but it is a lot refreshing.

The ancient painting fan walked alone in the market, hazy and picturesque. Stop-and-go, from a light rain to a clear sky, the ancient painting fan stopped to look at the rainbow in the sky, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of horses' hooves behind me, and looked back, the man sitting on horseback in a general's uniform was heroic, and his actions were like a handsome boy who came from a dream. Behind him was a neat line, like his wind wings.

The ancient painting fan stood slowly, looking at the wind Qianyu that was slowly coming, and smiled lightly.

Feng Qianyu looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, it was still an elegant white, and the veiled face added a sense of mystery, but unexpectedly, the appearance of the ancient painting fan overlapped with the figure of holding Chunyuan Lan Mu hostage that day, but he never dared to think about it, and he never thought about what it would be like for her to wear a demonic red dress.

Feng Qianyu's heart was shocked and he felt incredulous.

Seeing that Feng Qianyu had stopped when he was near, he still didn't say a word, and his expression looked a little strange, the ancient painting pursed his lips and said softly: "Brother An, it's me." ”

Feng Qianyu was called back to her senses by her voice, and then she put off the horse with her clothes, strode to the ancient painting fan, looked left and right around the ancient painting fan, completely forgot what Fang Cai was thinking, and said anxiously: "Where have you been?" Why don't you say goodbye, I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

Gu Huafan looked at Feng Qianyu's anxious face, chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Isn't this good for me?" I'm not a child, and I can't lose it. ”

Feng Qianyu pursed his lips, turned back to the group of people behind him and ordered, "You continue to patrol, be careful!" ”

"Yes!" The soldiers replied in unison, and then rode away.

"Is it delaying your business, you can be busy! Leave me alone. "Ancient painting fan road.

"It's nothing, it's just a normal patrol, it's enough to have them!" Feng Qianyu said softly.

The ancient painting fan pursed his lips and nodded. She was also going to find him, and she promised Chunyuan Lanmu about it, and it was time to do it.

"Let's go somewhere to talk about things! I have something to discuss with you, Little Brother An. ”

Feng Qianyu chuckled when he heard this, then took a step and sat on the back of the horse, and then stretched out his hand towards the ancient painting fan.

Gu Huafan chuckled, it was best to stretch out her right hand in this direction, but the heaviness of her right arm made her helpless, so she had to turn to the other side and stretch out her left hand. He placed his hand in his wide palm, and felt him exert himself and he was instantly carried on horseback.

"Sit down!"

His clear voice sounded behind him, and when he thought about it, it was the first time he had ridden a horse with him, and the ancient painting fan looked back at him, but only saw his stubble chin.

"Drive!"

As soon as Feng Qianyu pulled the reins with both hands, the horse quickly stepped on his hooves.

The ancient painting fan chuckled and withdrew his gaze as he gazed into the rapidly receding street, guessing where he would go.

The moment he turned around, Feng Qianyu slowly lowered his head, looking at the thin woman in front of him, her hair fluttering lightly with the wind, slightly scratching his neck, a little strange. The hand holding the reins clenched slowly, and only used his arms to wrap her firmly in front of him.

The air after the rain is clear and sweet, especially in the green wilderness, the two of them ride together in the forest, the horses slow down and walk on the trail, and the surrounding scenery slowly retreats, which is not a pleasant feeling.

The ancient painting fan breathed the purest air, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, this was the first time since he entered the palace, he rode with Brother An, walking in the forest so quietly, without the noise of the world, without the eyes of others.

"Since entering the palace, Sister Piao Wu has taken care of me very much, but later she has been released from the palace when she is old, and a man on the trip to the beginning of the original has a good eye on her, and she has chased her to the imperial city, and now I think the two of them should have a good time. I really want to see her again if I have the chance. There is also Liufu, that is a pimply master, but it is very ghostly, he will have nagging words all day long, and he also has a smile that will always bloom, but that night I was given death, he cried very sadly, and now he is missing his person in the palace, I am very concerned about him. Gonggong Li doesn't know where he went, he is old and can't stand the toss, I just hope that he can spend the New Year in peace. There is also Mu Ya, she is now devout and respectful of Buddhism, looking down on the world, but now she is living a stable life......" The clear voice of the ancient painting fan slowly told that every person, every memory, she firmly remembered it in her heart.

Feng Qianyu listened quietly, listening to her past, listening to the past he had not been involved in.

After sitting for too long, the ancient painting fan slowly leaned close to Feng Qianyu's chest, and with his strength, he felt a little more relaxed.

The horse was walking, and the bumpy feeling made her not feel the moment she was approaching, Feng Qianyu's body suddenly stiffened, but then the corners of Feng Qianyu's lips raised slightly, and she slowly relaxed her body, bearing her weak pressure, and continued to fight the horse forward.

"And then there's His Highness Sixteen, huh...... Now it should be called Wangye. Since the birthday of the emperor that year, I met him in the palace as if water and fire were incompatible, and he didn't know where he got the energy and time. After a long time, I became unguarded friends with him. The ancient painting fan seemed to remember something funny, and chuckled lightly, but then his eyes gradually dimmed, and he continued to whisper: "Until that night, after you left, I slapped him, and my relationship with him gradually changed. The ancient painting fan sighed softly, and then chuckled meaninglessly.

"After so many years, I have been in that magnificent palace, and there is one more person that worries me, and that is you! Brother Ann. The ancient painting fan sighed lightly.

Feng Qianyu's thin lips were pursed, and the fingers holding the reins tightened and tightened, but in the end, only a silent sigh remained.

"That year, I got the news of your death, and I was so anxious, and there were frequent mistakes during that period of time, but Gonggong Li punished me well! But Lukfook always came to see me secretly and brought me something delicious. ”

"I ...... what happened back then"

"Brother An, no matter what happened back then, no matter what happened in the past, as long as you are okay now, it's fine! They have all gradually withdrawn from my life, I don't want to end up losing you, I don't want to end up without a friend. The ancient painting fan straightened up, reached out and grabbed Feng Qianyu's arm, and turned his eyes to look at him.

"What do you want to say?" Feng Qianyu felt that if he didn't know what she meant by these words, then he would be too stupid.

The ancient painting pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and said softly for a moment: "Brother An, the emperor is now the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, he holds great power, and he commands the world." And he is also a good emperor who loves the country and the people, can you, Brother An, can you let go of your prejudice against him, be a general in peace, and stop making senseless sacrifices for the past that has disappeared, okay? I don't want to, I don't want to hear that you're leaving me one day, I don't want to ......"

"On that day, the enthronement ceremony, you were the one who held Chunyuan Lanmu hostage, right?" This is not a question sentence, Feng Qianyu's tone is so sure, and his eyes are so complicated.

Gu Huafan's heart jumped, and then he nodded lightly and said, "It's me." ”

"That night, you also heard my conversation with the general, that's why you didn't say goodbye and ascended the throne ceremony just to let Chunyuan Lanmu change his mind, right? The sudden revocation of the order to kill me, the sudden revision of the will to never recall the general, these are all begged of him, aren't they? Feng Qianyu stretched out his hand to hold the arm of the ancient painting fan, his brows furrowed.

The ancient painting pursed his lips and did not deny it.

"What did you promise him?" Feng Qianyu pursed her lips and asked.

Gu Hua lowered his head suddenly, turned his eyes to look ahead, and chuckled: "Can I promise him anything?" I just told him that I could persuade you to stop being his enemy, and he agreed. ”

"Really?" Feng Qianyu asked softly, his brows still frowning slightly. Is it that simple?

The ancient painting fan lowered his eyes and hid the look in his eyes. Then his clear eyes looked at Feng Qianyu again, and chuckled: "Of course, you are a famous general, without your threat, you can still get your help, Cangyang Kingdom will only benefit more, he is now the emperor, Cangyang Kingdom is all he cares about now, how can he not agree?" ”

Maybe it was because her reason was too good, maybe it was because she was confused by the calm in her eyes, or maybe it was because of her inexplicable peace of mind, Feng Qianyu dispelled the thoughts in her heart, and her brows slowly relaxed.

"Still, are you really sure you're going to convince me? I don't know when the ancient girl had the potential to be a lobbyist. Feng Qianyu's words were obviously ridiculous, and the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.

The ancient painting fan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he chuckled when he heard the words, and his eyes were even brighter.

"Brother An, you and the emperor have no grievances, and all the hostility between you is just because of different positions. You have a close relationship with General Lan Xu, so naturally you won't watch him fall into danger, he didn't get the throne, you are just more worried that the emperor will use his power to control him to death. I know what you mean. But isn't there still me now? I have persuaded the emperor to suspend the killing, as long as you both take a step back from this, it will be good for everyone, isn't it? It's just a different person to be the emperor! If it is peaceful today, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, as long as the world can be governed well, what difference does it make who is the emperor? The ancient painting fan said softly.

"But......" Feng Qianyu frowned slightly.

"But what? Brother An, you weren't there that day, and I wasn't there, but if you think about it carefully, we should all know that in the end, the emperor sat on the dragon chair, with General Lan Xu's ability, if he really wanted that position, then the current Cangyang Kingdom may still be in the midst of a dire internal strife. But no, nothing, now Cangyang Country is so peaceful, there is no war, no fighting, isn't this the best ending? Why do you have to stir up trouble? Brother An, don't you want to live in peace? Do you want to see people displaced and fighting, or do you want to see people around you die one by one? You're not that kind of person, Brother An, you won't. That being the case, then why not let it go? Take a step back and open the sky, that kind of life filled with gunpowder really can't be staged. The ancient painting fan held Feng Qianyu's arm, shook it gently, and stared at him fixedly, she only believed that even if he was now named Feng Qianyu, he was still the little brother An who was like a ray of sunshine at the beginning.

Feng Qianyu looked at the eyes of the ancient painting fan, and her words were still hovering in her mind. Oh, yes! Does he want a war? Does he want to see the people around him all stained with blood? Does he want to become a devil he doesn't even know? Does he want her to look at himself in a strange light from now on?

No, he didn't want to, there was just too much unwillingness at the beginning. But if he really provoked a war, he didn't want to.

As she said, if it is peaceful today, General Lan Xu has put down the battle for the throne since that day, only he still feels unwilling!

"You always have too many reasons, you just know my weaknesses. The ancient girl ...... "Feng Qianyu sighed lightly.

The tension deeply hidden by the ancient painting fan was instantly changed by his helpless sigh.

"Brother An, you agreed to say that!"

Feng Qianyu stretched out his hand to cover the clear and crystalline eyes of the ancient painting fan, and he only felt pain in his heart when he was looked at by such a pair of eyes.

"I just don't want to be hated by you. I just don't want to be like everyone else, and leave your side too......"

"Brother An-" The ancient painting fan opened his mouth in a daze, turned around slightly at will, and gently hugged Feng Qianyu's waist.

Although the breeze came, it disappeared too quickly after all, and it was too late to linger or say love. (To be continued.) )