She remembered the scene when she went to see Fu Ziran last night, and specially took the freshly baked green onion cake from the kitchen tent, and the wind that night carried warm moisture, unlike the torn wind in the past.

The man sat in the corner of the leather tent, with a thick straw mat piled on the ground, and a military quilt, and he was not harsh on his diet.

Fu Ziran heard the sound, slowly opened his eyes, his eyebrows were slightly stunned, and he suddenly got up happily and walked quickly, the corners of his mouth smiled into a beautiful amplitude, and his eyes were bright.

"Yue'er, you've finally come to see me."

Zhen Yue stretched out the wrapped scallion pancake through the huge iron prisoner, and said with a cold face: "Here, Master Yu just made it." ”

Fu Ziran took it, and the warmth of the green onion cake came into his palm, and he was greatly moved, and he couldn't help but say sourly: "Yue'er is angry that my brother lost you, right?" How has Yue'er come over the years, but has she suffered? ”

"I'm not the Yue'er you're looking for, you recognize the wrong person, tomorrow the army will leave to rush back to Handan, King Ling has ordered you to be released, you must keep it secret about his poisoning, and when the army leaves, you can leave Beiying, go anywhere, and live well." Zhen Yue clenched her palms and said.

"Recognize the wrong person?" Fu Ziran's heart was astringent, and he looked at her with pity: "How can my brother mistake Yue'er, Yue'er looks like her mother, especially her eyes, like the snow on the Tianshan Mountain, her eyebrows are like her father, always with a heroic spirit, her mother often says, Yue'er frowned, her expression is the same as that of her stubborn father, Yue'er, why don't you recognize your brother?" Over the years, my brother has traveled all over Shikoku. Traveled all over the world, just want to find my sister in this troubled world, the world is strife, smoke and clouds are everywhere, my brother is afraid that you will suffer from it, it has been seven years, you have grown so big, how happy my brother is that you are still alive and still standing in front of my brother. ”

Zhen Yue felt like a pinprick in her eyes. It hurts so much. Instantly covered with a layer of mist, she lowered her head and said: "I'm really not your sister, I also hope to have a brother who loves me so much, but I'm not." Take care. ”

Fu Ziran grabbed her turned arm sharply. There were tears rolling in his eyes. The voice was so flustered that it trembled: "Yue'er, don't you remember your brother?" I still remember that when I was a child, Yue'er always liked to ride on my brother's shoulder, because my brother was tall. Yue'er wanted to look beyond the palace wall through her brother's shoulder, Yue'er often said that the palace wall was too high and couldn't go anywhere, and wanted to fly to her father and mother every day like a bird, but we flew out, but there was no home. ”

The overwhelming pain attacked her limbs, her heart was stuffy, she was not Fu Ziyue, but she occupied Fu Ziyue's body, she had to live well for her, she had long regarded the man in front of her as a relative, and she was the only relative in this cruel world, I don't know if it was because of the body itself, or because of her heart, she couldn't stop the tears in the corners of her eyes, and her heart was distressed so that she couldn't breathe.

She pulled out her arm, and a tear finally dripped when she turned around, leaving a clear tear stain, sad like falling leaves in the autumn wind.

The corners of Fu Ziran's mouth were happy, ignoring the man's dignity of not flicking tears, and choked up: "Yue'er, you remember your brother, do you have any troubles?" Isn't it King Ling? ”

The faint wind rolled up the sleeves of his green robe, and the elegant temperament of the smoke and clouds was natural, and he gently looked at the woman who was leaving step by step in front of him, and sang in tears: "I'd rather drink Jianye water than eat palace wall fish." Ning is still dead, not only Jinxiuju. "This is when he was a child, he sang to her every day on his back in the dead palace, looking at the rotten high palace walls, and looking forward to leaving and returning to his parents every day.

The poignant singing seems to pass through the years, along the time tunnel, and glances at the helpless past.

Zhen Yue paused, resisted the urge to turn back, and walked out resolutely, but when the singing stopped behind her, a low and gentle voice came: "Yue'er, don't be afraid, there is a brother." ”

Zhen Yue couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed, and the great pain in her heart spread everywhere, as if she was going to devour her, she seemed to see the moment he fell seven years ago, and the corners of her mouth were also don't be afraid.

"Girl, girl, why are you crying?"

Xiao Li's voice was like a gust of cold wind that instantly blew away her thoughts, she broke away violently, only to find that the corners of her eyes were cold tears, and she wiped the corners of her eyes in a little panic: "It's okay, I had a dream." ”

Xiaoli saw her crying for the first time, she seemed a little anxious, the girl has always been a strong and unique woman in her heart, she cried when she fell asleep, she must have dreamed of something sad.

Walking and stopping all the way, when she arrived at the outskirts of Micheng, Zhen Yue couldn't sit still, and she drove for several days in a row, sitting in the carriage every day, as if her whole body was tied.

At this moment, the cyan curtain was lifted, bringing a cold wind, rolling the fragrance of begonia trees that belong to the secret city, refreshing people's hearts.

The man was dressed in a snow-white robe, his handsome cheeks were angular, and he tilted his head and looked away awkwardly: "Do you want to ride a horse to see the begonia tree." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, the girl is about to suffocate." Xiao Li bent his eyebrows.

Zhen Yue was stunned for a moment, she was indeed suffocated, and when she saw his awkward appearance, the corners of her mouth couldn't help laughing, and she got up and walked out.

"Xiaoli."

The man coldly called Xiaoli who was laughing in the corner.

Xiao Li was taken aback, but he was also very smart, and hurriedly picked up the snow fox mink on the warm couch and draped it on Zhen Yue's shoulder, and said, "Girl, don't catch a cold." ”

Zhen Yue glanced at Bei Mo Ling, who had not set her eyes on her from beginning to end, lowered her eyes, and put on a snow fox mink.

Both sides of the official road are planted with blooming begonia trees, the buds are petite, and the pink color decorates the branches extremely beautifully, and the fragrance is fragrant, which makes the vast world more colorful.

Zhen Yue rode on the horse alone, but because of his re-emphasis, he could only walk slowly, the mighty team stretched for thousands of miles, and the black pressure was overwhelming, her eyes showed cunning, while he was talking to the other generals, she clamped the horse's belly and galloped forward.

Four hooves churning, long mane flying, cold wind blowing her green silk, with a faint smile in the corner of her eyes, she turned her head to look, and saw a few fast horses of the man, so she chased after her.

She shrugged her shoulders and had to stop, only to see the man's face slightly angry and his eyes cold.

"You said I was asked to ride a horse, and it is better to walk than to gallop on horseback." Zhen Yue said disdainfully.

"You're just right, and I asked you to come out to ride a horse because I was worried that you would be suffocated."

"You can only feel a little freedom when you ride your horse." Zhen Yue took a deep breath of clear air and exhaled: "Freedom is such a desirable thing, everyone struggles all their lives, nothing more than to find their own freedom." ”

"Hmph." Bei Mo Ling's long eyebrows raised slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Where does freedom come from in troubled times, unless someone alone covers a piece of heaven and earth, and lets you run wild." ”

At this time, she didn't know that one day in the future, the indifferent man in front of her would use blood and hegemony to weave a piece of world that belonged to her. (To be continued......)