He walked a few streets in a haphazard manner, completely unaware of his direction, and his mind was in turmoil.

I didn't do anything wrong, I had to, I couldn't help it,...... He kept repeating to himself, trying to force himself to settle down.

For Qiu'er, I have no other choice, I can only do this...... For Qiu'er's sake, I can't think about Qing'er anymore now, I have to go home immediately......

He was still walking and walking, as if he was involuntarily deliberately moving farther and farther away from home.

I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to accompany Qiu'er......

The more he told himself, the more he didn't listen to him. Soon he found that he had actually walked to the Jinchuan Gate. He could only stop, turn around, and walk back the way he came. He deliberately bypassed Gulou Street and chose a secluded and narrow alley to walk in the direction of his home.

It's finally almost home. He began to think about what to tell Qiu'er, and he suspected that he couldn't figure it out and cried in front of her. At this moment, he suddenly stopped, and a cold chill instantly filled his whole body along his spine, making him stiff and stiff from head to toe.

Hands empty; He put the autumn wind on Yang Yiqing's table.

How could this be, he actually forgot to take the autumn wind.

He must have forced her to the end of the mountains and rivers at that time, and her soul was scattered, and she even fled in the wilderness after the autumn wind was abandoned.

Now what? He really couldn't go back, he couldn't see Yang Suqing's resentful reproachful eyes again; He won't be able to bear it.

However, how could he lose the autumn wind? It was the only relic his father had left him. He once swore to Wang Zhenren that he would never trample on the justice and kindness of the world like his father, otherwise, the autumn wind would break and shatter and turn into snow. Now, he suddenly realized this problem, and he turned out to be the same as his father, who could abandon his past lover so ironly. Does this count as trampling on kindness? How did he get to this point all of a sudden?

But how could he have made another choice?

Shen Ruoxiao shook his head, turned his head, and walked towards Gulou Street. In any case, he must not lose the autumn wind.

When he returned to the Qingbei Inn, Yang Yiqing's room was still lit, and her crying could no longer be heard.

He jumped up to the second floor, came to her window, and hesitated.

There was no movement inside; I don't know if the eldest brother is back.

He thought about it, finally gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and tapped lightly on the window twice.

There was no movement.

He waited a while, then knocked twice.

Still unresponsive.

Shen Ruoyu sighed secretly. This Qing'er really killed him. Do you have to let him in?

He gently pushed the window open a crack and looked inside. The bed couldn't be seen from the window, and he couldn't see anyone in the room, thinking that Yang Suqing was still in bed. He looked again at the table he had sat on; The table was empty, and there was no trace of the autumn wind.

Why, he clearly remembered that he had put the sword on the table.

It must have been Qing'er who saw it and knew that he would come back to look for it, so she took the sword into her hand, maybe hidden, more likely, at this moment she was holding the autumn wind, sitting coldly on the bed, waiting for him to come in, and continue to tears and accusations more violently.

Shen Ruoyu was helpless, pushed open the window, jumped in, and quietly lowered the window.

He took two steps before he saw the bed.

His first reaction was that there was no one; The bed was empty, and Yang Yiqing didn't know where to go. There was no one in the room; There was no sound in the outer room next door, and it didn't look like there was anyone.

Then he noticed something strange on the bed; A mess of things was spread out there, like crumpled clothes and quilts, but not quite like them; He only felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating, frozen in mid-air, hanging coldly. He only felt horrible, horrible.

Above the mess on the bed, lay his autumn wind, the sword unsheathed, without passing through his will; The scabbard lay aside, the long blade of the sword coldly across the thing, and for the first time, he saw the autumn wind with such a white, bone-like cold death light. A pale arm hung down from the side of the bed, and a deep groove of blood poured out of the wrist, and the thick blood gushed out from it, staining the entire wrist and palm, flowing down the five fingertips to the ground, accumulating a large blood-colored lake; At his feet, a crimson red tongue seemed to be slowly crawling towards him, about to lick the tip of his boot. He stood there motionless, his mind blank.

Then, he felt a little paralyzed all over. He reached out and grabbed something beside him, and he didn't know what it was. He walked to the bedside.

The blood was all gone, no longer flowing, sticking to the soles of his boots. He walked to the side of the bed and looked blankly at Yang Yiqing, who was already dead.

Her face was pale, her face was full of horror and painful despair, her tears were intertwined, her hair was scattered, and her limbs were stiff and spasmed, and she had all convulsed and deformed from blood loss, like a female ghost who was asking for her life.

Shen Ruoyu raised his hands, hugged his head tightly, grabbed his hair tightly, and only felt difficult to breathe for a while. Then he gasped sharply, threw himself on her in a panic, picked her up, shook her desperately, slapped her face, called her name loudly, and tried for a long time.

There was no response; He came back too late; She also showed up too late. Now, she's dead completely.

After Shen Ruoyu's long efforts, he finally understood that he could no longer wake her up, so he quieted down, hugged her tightly, looked at her face, and didn't think about anything.

He saw her expression. "I hate you," she said to him plainly, "I was killed by you, and you killed me. You are a heartless villain, even if I die, I can't spare you as a ghost. I must be the nightmare of your life, haunting you forever and torturing you to death. ”

Shen Ruoliao put Yang Weiqing back on the bed and let her lie down flatly. Then, he picked up the autumn wind and looked at his cold blade; There was a slight stain of blood, but not much. Not as many as on this earth, a delicate woman, a weak body, and a fragile heart, add up to nothing more than so much blood. She shed all for him, she shed the last tears for him, and the last drop of blood.

Shen Ruoyu withdrew the autumn breeze, turned around and walked to the window, stopped looking at the gradually cold corpse on the bed, jumped out, and left.

The night is still dark; The autumn wind turned out to be still. The stars are still bright; He had forgotten that it was the first day of the ninth month, and he just looked up at the sky, like a hungry child looking for water, desperately looking for the moon, but to no avail. Why, why is it that at this time, when Haoyue should be in charge, he can't see anything? Where did his moon go?

Streets and alleys in the middle of the night. He wandered aimlessly in every inch of the capital alone, like a ghost who had lost his memory, coming from nowhere, let alone going; The only thing he knew was that he didn't dare to go home.

He wasn't flustered, he just felt a vacuum in his chest, a terrifying dead silence.

Dawn came. The eastern sky was already half bright; It's going to be early. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and felt his mind clearer and calmer than ever.

He walked to the palace on foot, Zhu Yunwen had just dressed up, saw him, and asked a little strangely:

"Your face is a little unpleasant, Ruo Liao? Isn't it uncomfortable? ”

Shen Ruoyu shook his head and said:

"I'm so good; I have something to tell you, something very important. ”

Zhu Yunwen looked at him and said with a smile: "What is so important?" Must be said before the early pilgrimage? ”

Shen Ruoyu said: "Your Majesty, I have decided to go to war, please allow me to leave you and go to the battlefield." ”

Zhu Yunwen looked at him in surprise: "Really, Ruo Xiao? You've already decided? ”

Shen Ruoyu nodded and said, "It's decided, and since the moment I made up my mind, I was already impatient." It's best to be able to leave tomorrow. ”

"Then there's no need to be in such a hurry;" Zhu Yunwen smiled gently, "You have to give me some time and let me think of a place for you." Besides, there is some other preparation to be done. Don't worry, I'll do it as soon as possible; You have such a mind, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time; I will fully support you. ”