That is, to put her person in his own heart.

"Yan Yan, how are you doing in Kyoto? Is something wrong? Why does my heart suddenly ache? "Mu Zhao, I held the peace charm, because my heart was constantly twisting, my body was trembling instinctively, and my voice was hoarse.

He lowered his eyes, long eyelashes covering his soft eyes, casting a thin shadow.

A gust of wind blew, and no one responded for half a minute.

Then, he smiled bitterly again, and even his eyebrows and eyes were a little astringent.

The camel bell is far away, and the yellow sand dances in the wind; The ancient road is long, and the Silk Road is long.

His mind recalled that day, not long after he left Kyoto, he happened to pass through the desert, which was full of reckless and thick yellow, and the wind in Changsha was windy, and it was dancing straight up.

In the sky above the desert, the clouds that spread across the sky slowly moved, casting huge shadows on the undulating desert - the sky and the earth here seemed to look at each other in eternal silence.

There was no skin on his body, and a man in a black night coat and a black cloak and hat stood in front of him.

He could almost say with certainty that he had never met the man in black who appeared out of thin air, and even if he passed by, it would definitely be nothing, but his temperament was inexplicably familiar to him.

The next words of the man in black almost shocked him.

"If you go goodbye, you and her will have no chance in this life."

His words did not distinguish between truth and falsehood, but they seemed to have magical power, and they pierced his heart.

At that time, he didn't even ask who the man in black was who she was, because it was really unnecessary to ask.

The man in black took the next words and explained: "Song Heng wants to kill you, it's too late to go back now, he can at most punish you for a crime of leaving your post without permission, but if you leave Kyoto, Shen Nanyan will be the moon under the sea for you, and it is impossible to reach it." You have him, there is no possibility in this life. ”

Song Heng wanted to kill him, and he could probably guess a few points in his heart, isn't leaving Kyoto this time just a bureau set up by Song Heng.

He still entered the game specially set up for him by Song Heng without hesitation, not for anything else, just because Song Heng was betting on his beloved's relatives this time, he couldn't afford to gamble, those who entered the game lived, and those who went out died.

What he said at the time, he remembered that he replied gently: "I believe in her, as long as she has me in her heart, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, life and death, I will not regret it." ”

The man in black looked at him coldly, and finally said, "You will regret it." ”

He looked at the deep gaze of the man in black, like a starry star: "The existence of Yan Yan is the answer to my no regrets in this life." ”

Later, the man in black looked at him for a long, long time, as if he wanted to see a trace of regret on his face.

However, it didn't.

The man in black pursed his thin lips slightly, his voice was dark, with a hoarse voice, he said: "It is a good thing that Mu Gongzi has confidence, I hope you will have no regrets about your choice today.!" ”

With that, he turned around and left the barren desert.

He came quietly, and so did he leave, as if blown away like a gust of wind.

It's just that the moment he turned to leave, there happened to be a gust of wind.

The wind in the desert is extremely rare, it is rare to blow several times a year, it is difficult for ordinary people to meet, once encountered, I am afraid that there is only no return.

It seems to be freely arranged in the dark, and this time the wind is not as fierce and huge as a tornado, nor as dry as a breeze, neither too big nor small, and the strength is just enough to raise the corner of the face towel.

Mu Zhao set his eyes on the face that was exposed by the veil raised by the wind, and his breathing instantly stagnated.

What kind of face was that, the whole face was full of rotten and smelly flesh, and the centipede scars were also on the devastated face, except for the eyes that could enter the eyes a little, there was no good place on the whole face.

After only one glance, out of politeness, he quickly restrained the surprise in his heart and withdrew his gaze.

But for some reason, since I saw that face, I always had a strange feeling in my heart, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what.

It was as if it was a familiar feeling, and he couldn't tell where he had seen him for a moment.

The moment the wind lifted, the man in black hurriedly pressed down the long hat he was wearing outside, and covered the black scarf that was blown up by the wind.

It seems that he is extremely concerned about his appearance.

At this time, it was just a small episode, he didn't have it in his heart, but the assassination again and again, coupled with the sudden colics in his heart in the past few days, made him have to rethink his question.

After listening to the words of the man in black, he only thought that Song Heng sent him to the border pass in order to separate him from her and then break them up.

Even the assassination on the march he thought of, but he didn't think that layer, his geese or the wild goose had an accident. Otherwise, why would his heart start to cramp for no reason?

…………

"Mu Gongzi, you're finally back." A woman in blue smiled lightly, looking at the visitor, with this different brilliance in her eyes.

The man was extremely gentle, and reached out to pull out the woman's cold little hand: "Mrs. Mu has been waiting for a long time." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two glanced at each other and laughed tacitly.

The woman looked at the face of the man in white, looked at it stupidly for a long time, and quickly frowned: "Why have you lost so much weight." ”

After speaking, his hand was withdrawn from the man's palm, and he couldn't help but caress the thin face of the man in white.

The man did not stop the woman's movements, gently covered the woman's small hand, and said lightly: "Longing has become a disease, and until now, it has not been broken." Miss the beautiful woman and lose weight. ”

The woman lowered her eyes, as if she believed the man's words, and just as the man was about to say home, the woman took advantage of the man's inattention, slowly stroked his smooth face with her nails, and suddenly tore open the thin layer of skin on her face.

Finally, after a while, the eyes of the man with a smile and gentleness on his face crossed a panicked and nervous mood,

"Your ...... Face ........." The woman covered her preparation in a dumb voice, her eyes staring at the scar on the man's face, and she didn't take her eyes off for a long time.

Although the woman was frightened, the man mustered up his courage and raised his hand to uncover the whole face of his face, and by this time, the scar on the cheek had completely disappeared, and only what could be called a face remained.

His face was full of sores, pitted faces, and scars from the burning fire.

The whole face can be said to be miserable, the man laughed at himself and put on the two layers of skin again, and smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to go home and mention the matter of peace and separation with you, but now it seems that I don't have to wait to go home, I can make it clear now." ”

"And leave?" The woman repeated this sentence over and over again, and suddenly chuckled: "Mu Gongzi, I am with you to make your face?" ”

After saying that, he reached out to examine the man's body to see if he had any other wounds on his body.

The man took the woman's hand, took out the veil in his sleeve for her, brushed it with his hand, and personally brought the light cyan veil for the woman, and his light lips opened slightly: "Go back, let me keep the last trace of self-esteem." ”

The woman stood there, not moving half a step at all, and asked softly to herself: "Are there any injuries on your body anywhere else, and do the injuries on your face still hurt?" ”

"Shen Nanyan......" The voice suddenly raised, breaking the usual gentle demeanor, and when he looked at her, his eyebrows wrinkled into a deep valley, and the anger covered by the long eyelashes was cold, and his words were extremely impatient.

The woman was not frightened by the man's impatient tone in the slightest, raised her head, and said firmly: "If you believe in me, you will live up to the king in this life, as it was before, and it will be the same since then." ”

The woman's expression was so serious, so serious that it made people a little frightened, and the man yelled angrily: "I didn't go into detail about all this. Telling others about my sorrow is just adding a little joke to others, and today I will make it clear to you in person, I am too tired to be with you, I don't want to insist anymore, and I don't want to continue to be with my brother's unclear woman. ”

The woman's expression was stunned, she raised her eyes to look at the man in disbelief, and even her voice was trembling: "You... All... Got it......"

As if he wanted to hear a big joke, the man suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the woman's slender and slender arm wrist, and lifted the blue sleeve with one hand, revealing a smooth arm.

"Will you not live up to your oath in this life? Is this your vow? Yan Yan, being a human being is not like you. After speaking, he leaned into her ear and sneered: "After marrying me, and then getting involved with the current saint, is this the oath you swear to defend?!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he pulled the blue sleeve back to her wrist for her.

The woman lowered her head in a daze, ripped open her sleeves and scratched it up, revealing her clean arm, and the little vermilion Shougong sand that should have appeared on her arm was nowhere to be seen.

All kinds of deep meanings do not have to be strict. A little bit of bright red on the arm is a bit of cinnabar with some meaning.

If not, for each other, it can be regarded as a betrayal, and the disappearance of that little vermilion Shougong Sand seems to be mocking the affection between them that has always become so vulnerable.

"You blame me, you blame me, you hate me, I suffer it, this matter is my fault, but if you don't believe me and doubt me, then I will prove it to you." The woman whispered this in a daze.

The man's eyebrows were full of impatience, but there was still a trace of worry in his eyes staring at her, "What are you going to do, what do you want to do?" I tell you, don't do stupid things, or I won't forgive you for the rest of my life. ”

"I'm more afraid that you don't love me than if you don't forgive me."

A desperate sigh came, and the woman said lightly, and her voice was as cold as it had been for years.

As soon as the picture turned, the woman entered the palace with a sharp dagger.

As soon as the people at the palace gate saw her, they nodded and whispered, "Miss Shen is fine!" ”

The woman was silent, sat in the carriage, and did not look at the man.

The man was not annoyed, and consciously let him go immediately, without even doing a routine inspection.

Then, the woman sitting in the carriage held a sharp dagger in her hand, and the carriage drove into the palace.

The picture turned again, and the woman walked on the steps with a blank face, walking towards the imperial study step by step.