"The sun is over, the flowers are smoking, and the moon is sleepless. Zhao Sechu stopped the phoenix pillar,

Shuqin wants to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intentionally passed on, and I wish to send it with the spring breeze,

Remembering the monarch is all the way away from the blue sky. In the past, it was a fountain of tears.

I don't believe that the concubine's intestines are broken, and I came back to see before the mirror.

The beauty is full of flowers, and the beauty goes to the empty bed. The quilt in the bed is not sleeping,

So far, I still smell the fragrance for three years. The incense will not be extinguished, and no one will come.

Acacia yellow leaves fall, white dew dotted moss.

……”

The sound of the piano stopped, the singing stopped, and the man in the green shirt in the depths of the peach forest stared at the bluestone cemetery in front of him, and the two deep crow's feet on his handsome face could not hide the traces left by time on him.

Taking off the sword at his waist, he said in a trembling voice: "Ah Xuan, I shouldn't believe that my husband's intestines are broken, and when I came back to see the mirror, it has been eighteen years now, and I still smell the incense, and the incense is not extinguished, and people do not come." ”

His eyes never left the cemetery in front of him, that kind of gentle look, as if the people in the tomb were really standing in front of him, he smiled: "Ah Xuan, watch me dance the sword for you..."

Hiss... The sword was unsheathed, the breeze rose, and his long body swayed in the wind, so lonely and desolate, and there was no one around.

He said: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Ah Xuan, will you know me when we meet again? Your husband is already dusty and your temples are like frost, but you are still so beautiful, exactly the same as you were eighteen years ago. ”

Bang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, the man in the green shirt lay straight in front of the tomb, the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed silently, he took off the wine jug on his waist and poured it into his mouth. The spicy liquor scraped his throat, but he didn't know it as if he were unconscious.

Today is Ah Xuan's death anniversary, every year on this day, he will come to the peach forest under Ciyun Mountain, and after paying tribute to Ah Xuan, he will get drunk in this Ah Xuan's favorite peach forest, eighteen years. Thunder can't even move.

Drunk. He staggered to his feet, and at some point a sachet with rough embroidery appeared in his hand, but to him it seemed to be the most precious treasure in the world. He caressed it in his face, and he held it in his arms, cherishing it more than he cherished his own life.

Cry and laugh. He poured the strongest liquor into his throat fiercely, and everyone around him knew it. He was here to see his beloved appear, he said that Ah Xuan would wait for him to get drunk every time he came out to see him, and he had always drunk for eighteen years. No one can persuade them.

As night fell, the moonlight sprinkled on his slightly reddened face like water, and the peach leaves were scattered. The night breeze was slightly cool, and his left hand pinched the sachet embroidered with the villain in his hand. Carrying a large wine jug in his right hand, he looked at the peach forest that was still as green as an apricot while drinking.

Half-drunk and half-awake, a mountain song came from afar:

On a locust tree on a high mountain, climbing the locust tree with his hand to look at Lang, the mother asked her daughter what she was looking for? I look at when the locust flowers will bloom. Almost said Wanglang.

Send Lang to the bridge, hold on to the railing and look at the water, I am afraid that my brother's heart will be like flowing water, and he will not look back when he reaches the East China Sea, leaving his little sister to guard the empty building.

Feng Chun's wine jug fell to the ground with a snap, and he couldn't help but listen intently, but the song disappeared magically at this time.

"Ah Xuan!" His choked voice couldn't help but shout softly, "Is it you, Ah Xuan?" ”

Ah Xuan, are you calling me? Stepping on the moonlight, Feng Chun staggered towards the depths of the peach forest.

"Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, where are you? I won't let you keep the empty building! I'm here to accompany you for my husband..."

Feng Chun kept calling, but no matter how he called, the peach forest was empty.

Only, the cold wind blew the peach leaves rain, one moment urgent, one moment slow, one after another, falling non-stop, like a woman's sad tears.

Feng Chun's wine gradually woke up, and Ah Xuan would never come.

He stood in a daze, staring at the peach tree in front of him, the big peach tree with his and her names engraved on it, he was still there, but she was not.

This is the agreement between him and her, Feng Chun trembled his fingers and stroked the cracked bark over and over again: "Ah Xuan, eighteen years, you and I have been separated for eighteen years, today I will accompany you as a husband, you will never be lonely again, we agreed to be together for the rest of our lives... I'm here with you for my husband..."

His face was very calm, eighteen years of loneliness would collapse as a normal person, the sword shining with cold light was quietly unsheathed, and it was even more cold and infiltrating under the moonlight.

He kept stroking the peach tree engraved with his and Ah Xuan's names with one hand, and slowly raised his sword with the other hand and placed it on his high bulging Adam's apple.

With a stabbing sound, the sword snapped, and the blade that gently pressed against his neck was very sharp, and blood slipped from the sword in response to his gentle movements.

The sword is worthy of being a sword, the blood beads did not stick to the blade at all when they slipped from it, it was still so cold, and the blood did not touch the body, even the blood of Feng Chun, the mighty Marquis of the world.

At this time, he smiled, his smile was so gentle, his eyes were so firm, the blade of the sword broke through the thin skin on his throat, and it was very easy to go deeper into his neck, but he didn't realize it.

All the torture will be relieved at this moment, the Liu family has been looking forward to his death for no less than eighteen years, I am dead, the emperor may be amnesty to the world, his gentle smile is unprecedentedly relaxed, and there is an indescribable self-deprecation.

This... The sharp voice broke through the air and shot directly at him, and Feng Chun, who was extremely sharp in the past, ignored it.

If you die, you will die, and what if you die at the hands of the enemy!

With a soft sound, the sword he held softly fell out of his hand, and a leaf fell softly from his eyes.

Hehe... Picking leaves hurts people, good kung fu!

With a lot of force, the leaves just shot down the sword in his hand, and there was no malice.

"Ah Xuan misses me, I miss me very much, I think very much, why are you so ruthless!"

His red eyes turned to the dark peach grove and spoke, his tone pleading.

With that, he turned around and walked away with staggering steps.

A big monk came out of the dark peach forest, and at this moment the big monk's eyes were also full of tears, and he said bitterly: "Master Hou! Madame is gone, really gone, Wujie knows that you will commit suicide, this is the eighteenth time in these eighteen years, when will you be able to come out? ”

Feng Chun's slender shadow gradually disappeared into the night, and his desperate voice came from afar: "I miss her, I really want to, Wujie, I, Feng Chun, beg you, this time you fulfill me, okay?" ”

Whoosh... A black shadow stepped on the peach leaves swaying in the wind and fell into the peach forest, just standing in front of Feng Chun, the person who came respectfully bowed, his dark face could not hide the excitement hidden in the depths, he said: "Master Hou, you can't die, you have a queen, do you know?" It's your descendants! (To be continued)

ps: Hehe, this chapter is a bit green, if you don't like it, Daogu will try to avoid it in the future~~~~R580