The moonlight outside the window is shining, and the stars on the window paper are painted through the branches and leaves. Su Qinghui woke up from his dream, glanced at the dark shadows on the window, frowned, and would definitely prune it tomorrow.

She put on her coat and sat on the top of the mountain, and it was dark underneath, and there was not a trace of light. Even a few yellow grasses on the edge of the cliff are dyed with decadence. She plucked a flower leaf casually, and suddenly as if she had seen something, she put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it again.

There was nothing, she put down her hand in vain and smiled bitterly, ridiculous, ridiculous.

"Su'er" her hand shook, and the flowers and leaves turned around a few times and disappeared into the darkness. "Su'er" made a softer sound, like a feather sweeping the tip of the heart.

She didn't dare to look back, she didn't want to wake up so soon. With a sigh behind her, she got up to stop the approaching footsteps.

In the moonlight, he stood there as he had been.

Jing Rong stretched out his hand to grab the figure that was rushing over, rubbed her head and whispered, "I'm back" A coquettish smile suddenly appeared in his arms. Jing Rong said helplessly: "What are you laughing at" Su Qinghui raised his head and looked forward to it: "Presumptuous" Jing Sheng was stunned for a moment, remembering the hug that he was drunk on the top of the mountain last time, and the corners of his mouth curved.

"Say it again" Su Qinghui shook his waist and said coquettishly: "Say it"

Seeing that the person in front of her was unwavering, she skimmed over his cheek like a bird, and her eyes were smug.

"Exactly the same" is exactly the same as the person in the painting she sent thousands of miles away.

"What" Su Qinghui didn't finish speaking, the unfinished words and doubts on her lips were all drowned out by the gentleness that followed, and she flashed her eyes like a frightened deer: "You, you"

Jing Rong took two steps back to look at her flustered hands and feet, laughter overflowed her lips, and she slowly said: "Presumptuous"

Holding hands and walking through the mountain road, Su Qinghui felt that this road was so cute for the first time. She stared at Jing Rong's eyes backwards, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness abandoned a thousand armies and returned to Beijing alone, yes" said in a long and mischievous tone: "Miss me"

Jing Rong clenched her hand helplessly: "Look at the road"

"It's not with you"

"What about when I don't have me"

"Naturally, the momentum of the two people is out" Jing Sheng stretched out his hand to straighten her hairpin: "I heard that you poisoned a pool of fish in Jing Sheng"

"Misunderstanding"

"What about the silver taels you borrowed?"

Su Qinghui pouted, "This stingy ghost, what else did he say" Jing Rong looked at her figure flickering, like a piece of light falling on his bright and dark heart.

He said that you are very good, enough to make me feel at ease, and enough for me to protect at all costs. Su Qinghui saw that he was silent, but when he was tired, he turned around and stepped into a small path and said briskly: "It's almost there."

Su Qinghui sneaked to the door like a thief, dragged the door, and did not move at all. She habitually pulled out the hairpin and was about to open the door, suddenly remembered something, glanced at Jing Rong who was standing in front of the door with her hands and lowered her eyes, and laughed dryly: "What, I" suddenly felt that something was wrong in the middle of the words, and she entered her own door with a weak heart.

"Why don't you open it" Su Qinghui was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, you stared at me with such a righteous appearance, telling me how to start.

Just when it was difficult to speak, Jing Rong took the hairpin in her hand, and turned it around casually like a familiar car, and the squeak was particularly loud in the silent night.

"Let's go" Jing Rong Bar hairpin competition in her hand, striding in, Su Qinghui behind her looked complicated.

Entering the house, she poured a glass of water, remembering that she had just lost a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think that the words of the black one who is close to the ink are quite reasonable" Su Qinghui just said, and the voice of an umbrella suddenly sounded outside the door: "Girl, haven't you slept yet" Su Qinghui's hand holding the pot shook: "Yes, I want to sleep, what's wrong." ”

"It's nothing, I saw that the light was on in the girl's house, so I came to ask"

"Oh, I'm going to rest when I find something," Su Qinghui said and turned around to turn off the lights, and the room was suddenly covered with a layer of clear moonlight.

Outside the house, Ah Umbrella had just taken a few steps in response, and he heard the sound of the wooden chair in the house falling to the ground, and the picture of Su Qinghui fainting in the house last time flashed in his mind, turned around and ran a few steps to push open the door of the house and said eagerly: "Girl."

A gust of wind swirled in the room, and the bed curtain swayed several times before falling. Ah Umbrella saw Su Qinghui standing intact in the middle of the ground, his heart fell to the ground, and when he was relieved, Ah Umbrella smelled the condensed incense in the room, and said: "The girl can't sleep well and lights the incense, do you want to call the doctor to take a look?" ”

Su Qinghui took a step back and blocked the incense burner: "No need, I'm fine, go and rest" Ah Umbrella picked up the chair and glanced at Su Qinghui's face a few times before retreating.

After Ah Umbrella left, Su Qinghui cautiously lifted the corner of the curtain, looked at Jing Rong who was anxious to be pushed on the bed by her just now, and was a little sorry: "You, you're fine" Jing Rong slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn't come back to his senses, and his tone was not shocked: "What do you say?"

She immediately leaned over and reached out to brush the place she had just pushed: "What, it's uncomfortable, I'll take a look" Seeing the panic of the person in front of her, Jing Rong grabbed her hand and pulled it into her arms, and said in a low voice: "Lie to you, I'm fine, no injury, no discomfort." ”

From just now, he could see her cautiousness, the worry and tenderness in the embrace of the long-lost reunion, she never said a word about the swords, blood, life and death killings he had experienced in the past, just as he had never asked her a word about the hardships and tribulations here.

It is enough to know each other and be well now

Su Qinghui nestled beside him and patted Jing Rong across the quilt and swore sovereignty like a child: "Mine"

"Well, your" Su Qinghui closed his eyes with satisfaction and tightened his hands.

Looking at the quiet sleeping faces of the people around him, he suddenly thought that it would be good to be like this, to have a place and live a stable life.

Su Qinghui rubbed her eyes, reached out and touched it, it was cold, she suddenly got up, pushed open the door and looked around blankly.

"Sister" Nian Rong wondered, seeing Su Qinghui barefoot, she exclaimed: "Sister, why did she come out without shoes" Nian Rong said and hurriedly took it and put it on for her.

"What's wrong with my sister?"

"Has His Highness's army entered Beijing?"

"Well, I heard that the battle was won, and the Holy One was very happy."

"Is it" Su Qinghui covered her heart, remembering the cold kiss that fell on her forehead last night, but why was she so scared.

In the National Teacher's Mansion, Jing Rong knelt outside the National Teacher's door, like a stone statue that had been smashed into the ground. The door creaked, and the national teacher stood under the eaves and looked at the young man, even if he was kneeling, he was still the one with detached eyebrows, cold and self-controlled, he sighed in his heart, after all, it was someone who grabbed the handle.

The national teacher said: "Do you know what you have done?"

"Kill traitors against the party"

"What a person who is neither humble nor arrogant, do you know who you have disobeyed the holy order several times and killed?"

"The general will not be affected by the life of the monarch outside" The national teacher was so angry that his beard trembled, "Liu Zhaochuan, why is he" Jing melted his eyes dark: "He, damn it."

As if he was about to carry his breath, the national teacher took the pillar staff and raised his hand and slammed it on the ground: "You tell the truth, what is it for?"

There was silence, and the voice of the national teacher became more and more old: "You should know that the hundred-foot room, burned with the smoke of the crack, you are so obstinate and unrepentant, sooner or later it will cause a catastrophe." Said and sighed: "That's it, if you can't protect yourself, how can you protect others, and you will have to pay the price after all for taking this road" It's just that I hope the person you love to protect can do what you want.

Jing Sheng sat on the dragon chair, and the ministers below were noisy.

"His Royal Highness has disregarded the holy order several times, and he is so uninhibited, but he has put the holy in his eyes."

"Holy Lord, Your Highness led the troops to quell the war and returned to Beijing with a great victory, but I didn't bear your trust."

"The four highnesses' military exploits are indelible, but Lord Liu is also an old minister in the court, how can he kill him privately without asking the saint."

"Old minister, how did the old minister do this thing of colluding with foreign enemies and treason."

"It's nonsense, and now there is no proof of the two phases, just a few pieces of paper and what they say is what they say."

"You"

"Okay" Jing Yu spoke, and the court suddenly quieted down, "I know that you have good intentions, but it is a fact that you have won the victory, and it is also a fact that you have resisted the order. ”

Jing Sheng stood outside the Imperial Ring Division with an umbrella, looking at the deep and secluded crossing without blinking, and finally a figure in the distance slowly moved forward, stepping into the blood step by step.

He squeezed the handle of the umbrella tightly, until Jing Rong stepped out of the door, he stepped on the rain to hold on, obviously wet but the place where he received was still sticky, as if it could not be drained and could not be dried.

Jing Yu held back the astringency in his heart, as if arguing with the pouring rain, and said in a stubborn voice: "Go home"

"You shouldn't have come"

"Then why did you do this again, he will die sooner or later." Jing Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was like mist: "Su Qinghui, he knows this name." ”

After being silent, Jingsheng said slowly: "So you killed him to prevent future troubles, but after all, you can't know that she killed one person by herself."

"At least I can protect her now"

"What about later?"

"Sit in that position" does not stop, and is decisive. Jing Sheng glanced back at the road they had walked, and the blood was scattered by the rain, as if it had never been stained.