Wang Ju looked back at the guys in the cabin, and snorted: "Grandpa Guo is about to return to the court, if they are not presumptuous, there will be no chance." Moreover, after returning to the DPRK, I am afraid that a few more generals who will come back with the army will be promoted, so it is inevitable that someone will move the nest. ”

Han Ji frowned and said, "How do you know that you are about to return to the court?" ”

Wang Ju took down the silver skewer that picked his teeth at the corner of his mouth, and said: "In the past few days of your absence, the battalion has also received a military report, and they have killed the dark clouds and are now dealing with the Mongol king. However, the Mongol king seems to have recently contacted other tribes, and the winner or defeat is still undecided. But no matter what, Battle and they can only choose a quick solution.

"So in this way, isn't Grandpa Guo going back soon?"

Han Ji paused, noncommittal.

When a general came out with a wine glass to toast, the topic stopped.

This meal was drunk until the middle of the moon, and although everyone was not fully drunk, they also had seven or eight points of alcohol.

Wang Ju began to roll his tongue when he spoke, patted Han Ji on the shoulder and said a few words "Enough meaning", and then he was carried on the horse, and the rest of the people left one after another.

Just after passing through the street behind the Yamen of Shuntianfu, I saw a group of people riding horses on the street in front of me, looking like they were still doing something.

It was almost midnight at this time, and although there was no curfew in the city, it was always eye-catching to take it to the street like this.

Tao Xing took two steps forward and looked at it, and came back and said, "Childe, it's Gu Shizi who is in front with people and horses, do you want to say hello?" ”

Gu Zhicheng?

Han Ji frowned, fixed his eyes, and sure enough, the one who took the lead in front of him was Gu Zhicheng.

How could he be in such a big battle at such a late hour? After staring for a moment, he rode over.

"Brother Gu."

Gu Zhicheng turned around when he heard the voice, but he didn't have time to hide the condensation on his face, and turned around, "It's so late, where are you coming from?" ”

Han Ji briefly said the meal, and then asked rhetorically, "What is the eldest brother doing?" ”

Gu Zhicheng frowned and said, "I'm looking for Song'er." On the day when the water was gone, Song'er also went with Shen Siye and them to put the lanterns, but the Shen family came back, but he has not come back yet. ”

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, Fang just said so in front of Qi's family, but where is there anyone who is really not worried? Gu Song had few friends on weekdays, he had already gone to the Xue family's Dong family to inquire, and none of them had seen him, so after dinner, he took the guards out to look for him. But where can he find it, he is busy with him on weekdays, and he pays little attention to Gu Song in private, so he doesn't know where to go.

"He hasn't come back yet?" Han Ji couldn't help but be slightly shocked when he heard this.

He knew that Gu Song might be a little difficult to accept, but it had been four or five days, and he hadn't come back yet, so what's going on?

The early autumn night is already slightly cool.

On the stone steps outside Dongtai Temple, Gu Song dragged his sore legs and sat down, and the moonlight hung on the top, reflecting the figure turning into a gray mass under the seat. The surroundings are as quiet as a valley, so quiet that even people's breathing is like beating a drum, so quiet that even the sound of heartbeat can be heard clearly.

He tied up in the temple for three hours in a row, three hours, not ordinary people can stand it, especially him, is in the development period, it is easy to have muscles and bones soreness to dizziness. But he persevered, and he had to borrow this way to make himself feel better.

It was as quiet as a tomb on all sides.

He had never been so alone outside.

He was very particular about life, whether it was food, shelter or use, or even where he went, he was never willing to settle, but now, those particularities are far away from him, it doesn't matter, these five days, he was surrounded by a sea, so vast that he can't see the edge of regret and fear, he looked at his hands, like looking at a stranger.

The scene in the fire was like a nightmare.

He didn't know how he couldn't even recognize her, how he was so stupid as to believe the words of a stranger, think she was dead, and instead go for her life with a big knife - he regretted and feared more than she did when she saw him with a big knife in his hand, he regretted that he had trusted others, and he was afraid that he would raise the knife to her......

He originally thought that she was to him, a spring flower to a butterfly, a lotus leaf to a dragonfly, a natural and logical existence, but at this moment he suddenly found that the spring flower was too frivolous, the lotus leaf was too casual, and she was as important to him as important as his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The moment the tip of the knife stabbed at her, he clearly heard his heart cracking, he knew that it was irreparable, he would rather use his own eyes, ears, mouth and nose to replace her, God may have heard his request, so he sent Han Ji.

When he saw Han Ji holding her in his arms, who was so frightened and weak, that he was suddenly redeemed, his whole body relaxed.

The moment Han Ji appeared, he only had gratitude in his heart, because it was not her who saved him, but him.

He couldn't imagine how he would be feeling without his sword.

What exactly did he do five days ago?

He no longer knew himself, he hated himself.

He clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the stone steps, and the wound on his bones, which had just scabbed, quickly broke the skin again, and blood trickled out. But instead of feeling pain, he felt more comfortable, physical pain was better than spiritual condemnation, and he did not know what he had become in her eyes henceforth, perhaps a heinous thief, and perhaps he would never come near him again.

Compared to her anger and irritation, the most desperate thing should be her alienation and defense.

It was he who was ashamed to face her from then on.

And this qiē is all caused by himself, who can he blame?

Thinking about it, he seems to always do such stupid things in front of her, first self-righteously going to Han Ji to learn chess, and now he is so intricately trying to put her to death, is his existence just to let her down? - Disappointed, thinking of this word, his heart suddenly throbbed again, as if through this word, he saw that the future was already a haze.

After a gust of wind, his face was a little cold, and when he touched his face, he actually wet the back of his hand.

He actually cried.

How can you not cry? When she grew so big and lived for more than twelve years, her heart was like being covered with snow for twelve years, until she appeared, and her joys, sorrows, and sorrows were like a ray of sunshine through the woods, day and night, and inadvertently melted this layer of snow, making his heart happy.

He suddenly found that he had flesh and blood, he could be happy because of her, he could always think of her appearance and her voice whenever and wherever he paused, and suddenly he wanted to be good to someone, making her more carefree and lazy.

But before he could take care of her, he had already pointed his knife at her.

In fact, he doesn't know much about children's affairs, and he hasn't thought about more distant things in the future, getting married, having children, growing old, those are too illusory, he just hopes that Chao Chao Twilight can see her, so that she can always play and live in a place far away from him, and when talking about the address with people, he is full of secret joy to tell others that he is the son of the Rongguo Mansion adjacent to the Shen family.

He didn't need any rituals or proofs, he just needed the world to be able to admit that he was related to her, that she had always intersected with him, that she had always intersected with him, and that he had always intersected with him, present, and future, and that he was in her life, and that the mere fact of something related to him and her at the same time had already made him happy and satisfied.

He and her acquaintance and getting along are in that small shop, there is no worldly deceit under their sky, and there is no invisible sword and sword, their sky is always clear and clear, * light thousands of miles, he never thought that he and her would be forced to meet each other to life and death.

He knew that he was being used, and he already knew that there must be an internal cause for this fire, but the clearer he was, the harder it was to forgive himself, didn't he?

If he really has a deep hatred, then there is a reason for him, and if he was fooled into killing her, what reason does he have to excuse himself?

He looked up, looked at the waning moon that was gradually setting to the west, and fell back and lay down on the steps.

Once so stubbornly adhered to cleanliness, it doesn't matter at all now.

"Tan Yue, it's cold on the ground, let's go to the temple?" Little Shami came out of the house and called him softly.

He closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard.

The little novice was at a loss, standing next to him and not knowing whether to stay or go in.

"Childe?"

At this moment, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and stopped at the foot of the stone steps, and then there were footsteps running quickly, and the voice of surprise and surprise was also slightly relieved.

"Childe, it's time to go home, the prince, the wife and the grandmother are all in a hurry."

Su Hu called softly.

Gu Song's body paused slightly, turned his head to look at him, and then laughed astringently, turned over, and buried his head in the crook of his arm.

He doesn't go back, he doesn't want to go back. When he goes back, he will see her, and he will have the face to see her.

"There are many things in this world that you don't have to face if you are afraid, and it is not that you will pass if you run away."

Suddenly, there was a clear and slow voice, and his back stiffened as he lay on the steps, and he suddenly raised his face and turned his head.

Han Ji carried a horsewhip and walked out from behind the dragon cypress at the bottom of the steps.

The brocade robe with purple moire pattern, the dark thick lacquer boots, the face is like a demon, and the eyes are like cold stars. Gu Song looked at him, his nose was sour, and his voice was choked again.

"Uncle Ji......"

He sat up, his face in his palms, his voice hoarse.

He didn't even have the face to see him, he caused trouble, but he needed him to finish it. The people he wanted to protect so much ended up being protected by him.

This qiē only proves his incompetence.

Han Ji handed him a pot of wine, "Let's take two sips." ”

Gu Song stared at the wine jug for a moment, then stretched out his hand and took it back. R1152