I was confused and didn't know how long I looked at it, and I heard Yaoqin Sizhu in a trance. The sound and the blank snow, sometimes flying closer and closer, sometimes drifting farther and farther, sometimes dazzling higher, sometimes swinging lower and lower. She was fascinated by it, only to feel the cold fade away.

Unconsciously, my heart was fascinated and walked towards the melodious sound of fairy music. Which material raises his little feet violently, like a cat bites. Only then did I wake up completely in the winter cold, only to see the vermilion lacquer door open, only to hear the laughter and laughter, like entering the dream of heaven:

The antique blue brick wall is covered with green shingles, and the top is built into undulating waves; Wei Wei's red plaque, shining with golden light, four big characters walk the dragon and snake: "Puxia Dance Workshop".

She stood silently, listening, watching. Listen and listen, look and watch, your ears are clear, your eyes are bright, what is "Puxia Dance Workshop"? Is there a Iraqi on the other side?

After pondering for a while, he came to a conclusion: "There is not only beautiful fairy music there, but also the whirling dance, and the most wonderful thing is the warm building." The most charming thing is that in the buildings, the stove spews smoke and smoke, emitting brilliant light and releasing the warm fragrance of selflessness. ”

What a warm stove! What a bright stove! What a lovely stove! Warm her chest! Comfort her heart! Illuminate her eyes!

Filled with anticipation, she limped and ran to the red wall. Her right foot was injured, and although she was not supported because she fled, she was irresistible because of longing and yearning. But seeing her left foot on the ground, she flew up, shot like lightning, climbed the edge of the wall, and rushed in.

She was like a tanuki, tiptoeing, jumping with a dot, and running into the "Puxia Building" in the center of the dance workshop. After a little snooping, it is already clear: the hall on the first floor is singing and dancing, and the silk and bamboo caves are noisy; On the second and third floors, red men and green women, chasing joy and laughter, are not noisy; Only the penthouse storage room on the top floor is quiet and undisturbed.

After a little consideration, she set up camp in the storeroom. Not only is this place suitable for lurking, but it is also covered and covered. She wrapped herself tightly in more than a dozen dance clothes, and as soon as her head landed, she indulged in gentleness and gentleness, and slept without knowing where the world was.

Dreams are warm and joyful. Just as he was talking to Ah Long, he suddenly heard a soft sound of "squeak", and the wooden door of the attic opened in response. But when he heard the brisk footsteps, it seemed that two people had come in.

The voice of the voice is very familiar, and it is clearly the head of Shennong: "Although this place is not a place for gentlemen to set foot in, it can temporarily protect you and me." ”

Qishan's uninvited came, scaring away Ah Long in his dream, arousing Qinghe's resentment: "It's not a gentleman's work to disturb people's dreams!" ”

However, they are all fallen people at the end of the world, and they have sympathized with each other, and in the turn of their minds, their anger suddenly disappeared, and they were surprised in their dreams: "It seems that the heroes of ancient times are very knowledgeable, and they are not as stubborn as people think today." ”

Unexpectedly, the person who answered did not take pleasure in things, did not feel sorry for himself, lost his soul, and his voice was even more gloomy: "Harm the senior brother to risk his life, Zhuo Yun is a great crime!" It is not a pity for Zhuo Yun to die, I only ask my senior brother not to think of Zhuo Yun, and return to Shennong as soon as possible, so that Zhuo Yun can feel at ease. ”

Qi Shan's voice was heartbroken, and the listener's blood flowed backwards: "Brother Yun! You are angry, you don't think about it, you act recklessly, you can still say it. To this day, I am still obsessed, and I can't say it! ”

Zhuo Yun was in pain: "Senior brother's lesson is very good, but Zhuo Yun has already committed an unforgivable crime and has no power to turn back." ”

Qishan was furious: "Who is Hankai? The power leans towards the government and the opposition, and he is the hero of the world! even controlled Wu Jun Boshang in the palm of his hand! Why do you want to go your own way? ”

Zhuo Yun was infinitely sad: "Senior brother! So far, Zhuo Yun can't bear to have a hatred for Jiuquan, and he doesn't want to live alone in the world! ”

Qinghe felt pity: "Qishan is worse than me, many juniors and juniors, they don't understand conspiracy and conspiracy, and they can't drag people down." ”

Qishan's face sank like water: "You are a generation of emperors, how can you act willfully?" How to be worthy of Bashan Shushui? How to be worthy of the ancestors? How to be worthy of Li Minsheng? ”

Zhuo Yun thought to himself that he couldn't live with the kindness of heaven and earth, he was sad in his heart, and all his thoughts were discouraged, so he only asked for a hundred: "Zhuo Yun was the king of Shu that day, and it was really a last resort. When he left a few days ago, he had left the dragon seal, jade seal, and military talisman to General Long. He is a hero, unparalleled in the world, known as the "Tartar whip three folds". As I said earlier, he is the only one to revitalize Xishu and restore China. Without Zhuo Yun's drag, he will definitely be able to achieve him as an emperor through the ages, and he will be able to return Xishu to Pengcheng for thousands of miles. So far, I just want to die quickly, go underground, and remember Sumire Tea. ”

Qinghe suddenly realized: "It turns out that Zhuo Yun is the king of Shu, just like my crossing, he is chasing ducks to the shelves." ”

Qishan was silent for a long time, and finally said angrily: "As the king of a country, how can you treat the world as if it were a child's play? ”

Zhuo Yun looked up to the sky and sighed: "Senior brother, my existence is child's play!" I still don't understand, throughout the ages, why have heroes and heroes rushed to the position of the king, fought for their heads and bloodshed, and even wiped out their families? ”

Qinghe thought deeply in his dream, as a doctor of engineering, he was the best at recruiting and quoting, and he used data as evidence: "Since ancient times, emperors have a short life, it is better to be an ordinary person." There are many disasters, many difficulties and many sorrows, and the happiness and longevity are reduced by 18 years. Even those who have strong evolutionary functions also live alone. Zhuo Yun is also wise and foolish, his career is so high-risk, how can he support Shennongding? ”

Qishan's expression was gloomy, and the great reason continued: "Love is not close, but benevolent; Governing people is not curing, but the opposite is their wisdom; The salute does not answer, but respects. Those who can't do it, they all turn to themselves! You don't go to introspection, but you come to complain, how to do a good job? ”

Zhuo Yun instantly seized the opportunity: "What Senior Brother said is extremely true, General Long is bright and open-minded, ten times better than me, I should have let Xian a long time ago." ”

Qinghe scoffed: "He will get off the donkey down the slope, but what he gives away is a hot potato." ”

Qishan stood for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. Who can have smooth sailing? Who is blessed with good or bad luck? There is no perfect person in the world, and there is no perfect thing. Others can endure sorrow, swallow sorrow, and endure bleakness, why can't you? ”

Zhuo Yun's heart was like ashes: "I'm just a mortal in the world, and I don't have the mind of a senior brother!" ”

Qishan was silent. The past, like dust, fell from his eyes, hurting his heart, indelible. Joys and sorrows are like swords, and those who delay him cut off his body cannot be forbidden.

Bitter to the extreme, painful to the extreme, unspeakable, unrelieved.

Zhuo Yun is still immersed in self-feeling: "Although I was born in the family of the emperor, because of the early death of my mother, I was not loved by my father since I was a child. Fortunately, Princess Bixue took pity, apprenticed to Shennongding, met her brother, and fell in love with Sumire Tea. Think about the beginning, childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, how nostalgic? Recalling the past, the two are happy and swearing, how strong is it? Up to now, the enemy is not the cold of the world, and he cannot avoid the tribulations of the world. ”

He looked at the sky through the window lattice, the dark night sky, the snow drifted down, and the cold wind blew on his face through the window crack, like a knife cut, indescribable pain.

Recalling the past, tears welled up: "Back then, I had no doubt about the love between Sumire Tea and I, and I wanted to marry her, but my father didn't allow it, and I was scolded. After all, I am cowardly and incompetent, and I can't resist the world. The hateful thief is cold, covets the beauty of violet tea, and even threatens Shu to force her to marry with his father as a hostage. When she was most painful, helpless, desolate, and desperate, I was not around! She was humiliated for ten years, tortured, and died! My incompetence is better than ruthlessness! My wounds are deeper than the sea! ”

Qishan pondered his thoughts, but was speechless.

In his sleep, Zhuo Yun recalled the violet tea, sighed and whispered: "Bashan is quiet at night, and the Yangtze River is flowing." How many times do you love it? When will the king's hatred stop? How many degrees of wind and rain, how many springs and autumns? Sijun doesn't see you, blank boy head! ”

Hazy, Qinghe listened to his poems, read Ah Long, and couldn't help but cry like rain: "Zhuo Yun, don't think you're miserable!" There is no worst, only worse, look at me and you will speak! ”

Qishan thinks about the bumpy love road of the two, it is difficult for a lover to become a family, one borrows wine to drown his sorrows, and the other washes his face with tears, and he can't help but feel heartbroken. He even secretly decided: "He is bent on death, how can I let it go?" It's for the sake of national hatred, it's for family feuds, and you can't let it go! ”

Zhuo Yun ran around for several days, extremely tired, extremely painful, and fell asleep, but he didn't know that the people who were close to him so far had already been poisoned and dying.