In the octagonal gazebo, a thin back, head against the overlapping arms, the whole person is lying on the table.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, and a white flower was tied up in her bun, as if she was reminiscing about people from afar. She was covered in a fur coat, but she was about to slip to the ground.

The fur slowly slid off, and its hem fell lightly to the ground, mixed with spring mud, stained with dirt, and washed away must have left traces.

A pair of hands caught the fur and lifted it up, and with both hands dexterously went around the front, and gathered the robe so that it would not make the man cold.

The rain outside the gazebo had long since stopped, and only a few rains were dripping down along the pavilion's, her heart was knocked little by little, and her thoughts were gradually lost in the distance.

The corners of the woman's mouth on the pear blossom wooden table were slightly raised, and the tip of her nose was a fresh smell, which came from the table leisurely, a shallow fragrance of pear blossoms.

In February, the pear blossoms bloom, and the people under the trees are in pairs. The spring rain quietly moistened the plain white of the trees and embellished them with women's pearls.

A cool breeze hit, but the pear blossoms in the high places can't stand the cold, with the wind mixed with its temperature, I want to warm up with it, but it is so cold that there is no warmth.

The wind became more and more violent, and it was weakly controlled by the wind, spinning in the wind, and the petals of the flowers spread out in all directions, and the stamens of the flowers were scattered in all directions.

A petal fluttered in the wind into the gazebo, and finally touched her hairline.

Earlier, he dyed his head white, hoping to turn white together. Now there is only one person left, and all of a sudden his head is white.

Two lines of tears on her delicate face dripped onto the pear blossom wood table, and the faint fragrance was mixed with a hint of sadness.

She straightened up, her sleepy eyes blurred, as if they were stained with water vapor, blurred her eyes, and called softly: "Brother Yu, Yue'er misses you!" ”

She noticed a hot hand at her shoulder, and raised it tremblingly, and walked towards her shoulder, but she took the hand.

But in an instant, she withdrew her hand and quickly wiped her face, as if it had been washed by the rain.

Not only the face, but also the neck was slippery, and the wooden table was a bubbling puddle. She reached out and swept the rain off her desk and wiped it off her body.

Her face was calm, her eyes were clear again, and in front of her was a scene of large pear blossoms, only large patches of snow white. The surrounding green trees and red flowers, she can't get into her eyes.

"Go down!" Jun Ziyue said lightly to the little girl, but she didn't turn to look at her.

The little girl shook her head, her eyes were full of distress, but more helpless, "Yes, Miss." ”

How many times has her young lady recognized the wrong person, and how many times has she stayed in this pavilion until she fell asleep?

She knows Jun Ziyue's character, and if she believes that if she believes in a certain thing, she will carry it to the end. She knew that she had identified General Nangong Yu, and there would be no one in her heart for the rest of her life.

She also knew that she wouldn't do anything stupid, just give her some time, and she would live well, but just in a mess!

The head of the family was already sick, and although he had the medicine that Miss Mercy had found, when he knew that his son's whereabouts on the battlefield were unknown, and his daughter's heart was like ashes, he did not slow down, and almost ceased to exist.

Fortunately, he was already a general, and he would not die so easily after all. He lay in bed for a few days, and when he woke up, he was instantly more than twenty years old.

Jun Ziyue took care of him at the time, and Jun Lian accompanied her. For a while, the two of them seemed to be back to their childhood, but this time there was no news from his brother. It's no longer a concealment, it's no longer just them.

When the head of the family woke up, he muttered: He won't let me feel better until I die, and I am tired enough of fighting all my life in this life!

The next day, he had a little energy, but he was still very tired. He said bitterly to Junzi Yue: Yue'er, this family will depend on you in the future!

In the afternoon of the same day, he took his beloved, discarded the things in his hands, and wore simple clothes.

He was followed by Jun Lian, and she remembered that Miss Ah Lian said: Father-in-law, Ah Lian was picked up by you, you have raised me for so many years, Ziyue can't be filial piety by your side, and it should be for me to do my filial piety.

There was no mention of Junziyan in her words, which was not only the pain in the heart of the head of the family, the pain in Junziyue's heart, but also the pain in Jun's heart.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have let Yan'er go my old way!"

"Father-in-law, Brother Ziyan must hope that you respect his thoughts!"

"You girl, you have said all the good things for him, from childhood to adulthood." He shook his head, sighed and said, "It's a pity, he doesn't have this blessing!"

"Let's go!"

The whip was blowing, the carriage was stirring up dust, and the people in the carriage sat peacefully, yearning for the purest place.

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"Miss, miss." A cramped voice came, mixed with her gasps.

She walked towards Jun Ziyue in small steps, and finally stopped behind her, exhaling heavily, the flush on her face dissipating little by little.

She swallowed her saliva, cleared her throat, and then said, "Miss, someone is looking for you!"

Jun Ziyue was still deeply immersed in her own memories, and she didn't react at all.

The little girl had to go forward boldly, although she clenched her small fist, and seemed to be very brave, but she gently patted her shoulder, like a fist hitting cotton, and she didn't feel anything.

"Miss." Seeing that Jun Ziyue didn't react, she had to shake her gently, her body trembled, although she was frightened, she came back to her senses.

"What's wrong?" There was no fluctuation in her tone, and nothing could pique her interest.

"Someone came to talk about it!" The little girl squeezed out the answer she had just asked.

"What?" There was a little more doubt in her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was deep in thought, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The eyelashes curled up, covering the bottom of her eyes with each of her deep thoughts, but they blocked the shadows under her eyes, and the whole person was a little more energetic.

"Said it was for the general!" She called Nangong Yu a general, although there are generals in the family, but this general is not a general. And the person in Jun Ziyue's heart naturally can't be anyone else.

"Who are they?"

"The man in the lead said that there was a relationship."

"Go and invite them to this pavilion!" She thought for a moment, and then had an answer in her heart. However, she didn't understand why she couldn't tell his identity, could it be that there was something that required him to do so?

"Yes." The little girl bowed slightly, and walked out.

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"Three, it's just ahead, please inside!" The little girl led the three of them in front.

As soon as the three of them walked around a quiet corridor, they entered a large courtyard.

He Yan looked up, and there were several big words on the door, "Pear Garden".

"Three, please inside, Miss is inside!" The little girl was extremely respectful, and waved her hand lightly in front of her.

Shen Jing crossed the threshold first, He Yan followed, and finally Leng Feng.

The first thing He Yan noticed was in the center of the courtyard, where a person was sitting in a pavilion with his back to them. Looking at his figure, he is not in good spirits, and he must not be in a very good mood.

The little girl led them to the front of Junziyue, and said to her: "Miss, the person has been brought!"

"Go down!"

"Yes."

Jun Ziyue raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, this glance seemed to have passed for a long time, and she smiled and said, "You are here, sit down!" ”

She glanced at the two beside him, and he softly stopped her from looking, "They're my friends. ”

"Then sit down together!" She withdrew her gaze, only looking at Shen Jing's face, and then her eyes, trying to find something.

She didn't notice it at all, the doubts in her heart were amplified little by little, and she couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Shen Jing threw a rare expression at her, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Miss Ziyue, she is worthy of being the person he likes!"

She naturally knew who he was, and a little pain flashed in her eyes.

He didn't check it just now, but now he thinks that this woman is very haggard. In the past, he was dressed in red, but now he is dressed in white, but the whole person is delicate.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the spring color of this garden complements each other, but it is a little more incomprehensible.

"You're the only one coming back?"

"Yes."

"What was that battle like?"

"The layout map was lost, the enemy army broke through one by one, but the reinforcements never arrived."

"That ······"

"We lost, but the heavens and the land are not harmonious!" She laughed at herself, as if she was also resentful of the injustice of God.

"This matter is very strange, I found out that there are people in Kyoto who are in cahoots with the south, but I don't know who it is." He thought for a moment and then said, "Someone must have set up someone in the barracks."

"You are well-connected, I beg you, give him justice!" Only then did she realize that everything had been designed. She was a little emotionally unstable, and as soon as she got up, she wanted to kneel in front of him.

"Never!" He sensed her movements, moved faster than her, and helped her up, "I'm going to do my best!" ”

The previous scene echoed in his mind, and he asked what he was always thinking about in his heart, "Have you gone to see the old master of Nangong!" ”

"I ······ I didn't dare to see him. Brother Yu, he ······ for me." She couldn't even say the second half of the sentence, and her throat seemed to be stuck in something.

"You don't have to blame yourself, he must be very happy that you are here intact!" After Shen Jing finished speaking, he asked again: "What do you want to say to him, I'll help you pass it on!"

"You······ Relieved? ”

"He is also alone, and the punishment given by God is enough!"

"Today's event is just a visit from an old friend, and you are just Shen Jing! Qiyuan Pavilion Master, I will never be here when he is! ”

"Very good!"

The two were relatively silent, and there was silence all around, some of which were the sound of people's heartbeats.

A pear blossom poked its head out quietly, listening to their whispers, but was silent.

The corners of the red clothes were rolled up, and a red cloak appeared in front of him, and the man slowly turned around, still with a familiar face, but a little thinner.

A pair of embroidered shoes walked towards the figure, and when he stood still in front of him, his face was covered with unstrung pearls, and his bare hands were gently raised, wanting to caress his face.

But her hand was through his skin, and she couldn't even touch it. She wanted to get closer, but he turned into a puff of green smoke that lingered around his fingertips, and finally the green smoke dissipated, as if he had never come, but only stayed on the tip of the woman's hand, and even the tip of her heart.