A gust of wind came, the cherry blossoms outside the hall flew wildly, misty like rain, and the red and white petals were entangled with each other, like love and hate, love and hatred, entangled!

The spring sky is clear, blue as jade, but there is always a layer of mist at the foot of the sky, making it difficult to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth, and always giving people a feeling of deep clouds and water.

The sliding doors on both sides of the hall are all open, and the flower path and mountain stones in front and the clear water in the pond behind are reflected in the hall, and the falling cherry blossom petals sometimes pass through the hall, creating a beautiful sense of sad spring.

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, but they are also short-lived.

Legend has it that the great god proposed to Oyama Tsumi to marry Kibana Kai Yahime as his wife. The Father was pleased, and offered his sister Shi Changhime to the Great God along with many tributes.

Because of her sister's ugly appearance, she was withdrawn by the great god and only married her sister.

Oyamatsumi was embarrassed to see Shi Changji being returned, so he explained that the reason for sending Shi Changji was that he hoped that the great god would live forever; And the reason for giving the wooden flower blossom to the great god is that he hopes that the great god will be as prosperous and rich as a flower.

Sending Shi Changji back shows that the life span of the son of the gods is as short as a flower.

In Japan, the meaning of cherry blossom is cherry blossom, and it may be because the cherry blossoms bloom brilliantly and briefly that there is such a legend in Japan.

For Reiko, from Yang Yi's arrival in Japan to his departure, it was like a process of cherry blossoms blooming.

In the cold wind and snow, the cherry blossoms suffer from the bitter cold, and suffer from the wind and frost sword.

After all these hardships, the beautiful cherry blossoms finally bloom in the wind.

Yang Yi's ravages on Japan when he arrived caused Japan to suffer a catastrophe.

Now, however, the ideas and technologies he brought with him are beginning to nourish Japan.

These days, Yang Yi recruited Taira Masamori and the daimyo of Mutsu, Ueno, Echigo, and other places to make an alliance, trying to balance the interests of all parties at present, so that they would obey the orders of Heiankyo.

He himself and those who he installed in the Japanese court passed on the experience of issuing paper money in the Great Song Dynasty to Japan, and used the five million taels of silver he quietly left behind to establish the Japanese paper money system.

In addition, he also imparted a lot of experience in administrative management, methods for developing people's livelihood, and strategies for promoting economy and trade.

Although Reiko was new to politics, she relied on her own judgment that if she could really follow Yang Yi's method, Japan would not only be able to get rid of the trauma caused by the war, but also embark on a broad road of rapid development.

Time will allow the wounds of the past to heal slowly, and let the hatred and hatred of the past slowly dissipate, just like this cherry blossom, there will always be a time to fall. People will always forget the pain it endured when it struggled to open in the wind and snow, and only remember the brilliant beauty when it opened.

People don't want to live in hatred, but in love. Reiko looked at the man she had hated and loved, and she didn't know what to say; Her nineteen-year-old life experience is still a little shallow, and she can't break down this overly complicated love-hate relationship.

The petals of flowers falling from outside the hall were on her, and she was dressed in a costume that she was willing to wear and dance for this man again.

Yang Yi sat cross-legged on the couch and watched quietly, her big sleeves embroidered with the sun and moon pictures of mountains and rivers, like two fluttering colored clouds, passed softly on the beautiful mountains and rivers.

The jade fingers are slender and round, and the folding fan she holds is suddenly closed, half-covering her big eyes and small mouth, like a cartoon character; When the flower is hidden behind the folding fan, it brings people extremely reverie, and the moment it is revealed, it is as beautiful as a cherry blossom blooming.

The dancing steps, the graceful posture, the colorful glow is as light as nothing, floating to the sky...... And her soft and sad singing voice seems to come from the sky, like the last affectionate call on the horizon:

Thinking of Jun and loving Jun, heart to Jun, selfless and following the clouds, but the body is not free, empty and lonely convection clouds.

Thinking of the Zhuyi people, my heart has left my body, crazy and confused, and I don't know what to do.

Thinking about the monarch and loving the monarch, the heart is towards the monarch, forgetting yourself and going, but the body is not free, and the lonely heart is convection clouds.

My heart is not your heart, and what I feel is different.

The way back at dusk is poor, and there is no power to sue.

The parting is imminent, and Lingzi's singing voice is like the lonely goose singing in the autumn night, cold and lonely, poignant, like a ghost confiding.

Yang Yi quietly watched her dance and listened to her songs, and since these days, he could also feel the changes in Lingzi and them, but he couldn't believe that these women would give their hearts to him.

After all, in Japan, he is indeed an evil person.

But now Lingzi's sad expression told him that perhaps, a woman's heart, a woman's world, is indeed difficult for men to read.

Lingzi danced to his side, and suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, and his body fell gently into his arms.

"Love me......" At the moment when Yang Yi hugged her slender waist, in Lingzi's big clear eyes, two teardrops slipped silently, his small lips opened slightly, his eyelids slowly closed, and kissed his lips.

Sakurako and the others quickly pulled the door up and shut out the cherry blossom petals fluttering in the wind.

Zhenzi wordlessly helped her sister peel off the dress on her body, revealing her white and delicate body, slender pink neck, round fragrant shoulders, and fragrant breasts...... Yang Yi doesn't understand a woman's heart, but he knows the difference between men and women: men crave conquest, while women crave subjugation.

So at the moment his kiss was still full of aggression, and his free hands plundered her fat place; Reiko's body was like a torch soaked in grease, and she closed her eyes and moaned hungrily, letting him run wild on her as much as she wanted; The slight pain made her burn even more intensely, and the hot skin, the violently beating heart, and the rushing blood veins made her soft body writhe unwillingly, like a slender mermaid, swinging freely in the water.

"Master, want me to ...... Oh......"

When this man who was extremely strong physically and mentally invaded her body again, Lingzi couldn't help but raise her head high, the veins in her neck seemed to be about to open violently, and her soul seemed to be squeezed out of her body at this moment...... A pair of slender ** climbed to his waist and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to keep this beautiful feeling in his life forever.

Love and hate, love and hatred, blend and bridge in the raging fire; Reiko stretched her heart flaps to her heart's content, swam her body, and let her soul float to the sky, to the clouds...... Horndeer Harbor, the light waves crash on the shore, the seagulls fly back, the clouds and sails rise, blocking the sunlight in the sky, the winch on the ship is constantly twisting, and the iron anchor is slowly twisted.

Reiko, who was standing on the shore, felt that it was not the iron anchor that was twisted, but her aching heart, watching the big ship slowly shore the shore and plow a white wave, like plowing her body.

Why? Why should there be such an inseparable attachment?

Why? Why didn't he even look back at me?

The ship slowly left the port, and gradually moved away, Lingzi leaned weakly on a stone pillar that tied the ship, his eyes were blank, his cherry lips opened slightly, and a string of empty songs drifted away with the wind:

Thinking of Jun and loving Jun, heart to Jun, selfless and following the clouds, but the body is not free, empty and lonely convection clouds.

Thinking of the Zhuyi people, my heart has left my body, crazy and confused, and I don't know what to do.

Thinking about the monarch and loving the monarch, the heart is towards the monarch, forgetting yourself and going, but the body is not free, and the lonely heart is convection clouds.

My heart is not your heart, and what I feel is different.

The way back at dusk is poor, and there is no power to sue.

On the bow of the boat, Yang Yi stood by the railing blowing the February wind, the wind was still cold, but the sea was already very blue and blue...... He was expressionless, staring at a flying seagull in the sky, listening to the whistle from time to time, without saying a word.

Qing Niang endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but walk up and asked softly, "Brother Yang, is your heart really so hard?" Why don't you look back at Reiko? ”

"Qing Niang, Brother Yang is a bad person, a bad person!"

“……”

"Needless to say, I came to Japan to do a lot of bad things; Now, even though I feel Reiko's feelings, I still secretly lay several chess pieces to contain her and keep Japan under my control as much as possible. Qingniang, you say, am I very bad? ”

Qing Niang looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. When Yang Yi was about to leave, she said softly: "When I was troubled by the matter of the eldest princess of Kang Guo, I remember that Brother Yang told me that politics is politics and feelings are feelings, and you are doing the same to Lingzi and them now, right?" ”

Yang Yi stopped his steps, looked into the distance, and nodded wordlessly.

Qing Niang couldn't help but ask, "But does it really need to be like this?" Could it be that in Brother Yang's heart, can politics and feelings really be clearly distinguished? ”

"Emotions can blind people, but politics can't stand blindness, and even if you don't want to divide it, you have to do it, unless you completely break away from it."

"Then Brother Yang is also in pain in his heart, right?"

"Hehe, I'm a bad person! Bad people don't feel their own pain, and they don't feel the pain of others. ”

"But you can feel me!"

Qing Niang suddenly hugged him from behind, pressed her face tightly to his back, and said emotionally: "Qing Niang's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, Brother Yang can feel them, and there is no one in this world who understands me better than you, Brother Yang, do you know, sometimes I feel that I am a part of your body, and even if I have a little sadness, it will touch your heart......"

The sea breeze was blowing the clothes of the two of them, and the legs and sleeves of his robe, the green silk and skirt of Qing Niang were flying and entangled in the wind.

Yang Yi turned around and hugged her into his arms, Qing Niang's eyes were hazy with tears, and she couldn't stop squirming in his arms, everything Yang Yi did in Japan, she was also disgusted and persuaded; But remembering that he took himself to the Liao State, blindfolded himself on the battlefield of swords and swords, afraid that he would be afraid, he protected himself in his arms, and used his body to help him block all the damage; Take her to Huanzhou, take her up the mountain, take her down the river, take her flying...... This kind of meticulous care even exceeds father's love, it is as thick as blood, and it melts into the blood in this life, but I am afraid that it will never be melted again!

People all over the world can hate Yang Yi, but how can Qing Niang hate it?

Although he never explained or defended Japan's actions, Qing Niang preferred to believe that he had another reason.

"Brother Yang, fortunately, Qing Niang will never have to get involved in politics in this life, otherwise, Qing Niang will die!"

"No, Brother Yang won't let you touch that dirty politics, Brother Yang himself is very dirty, but he will do his best to let you grow into a lotus flower that comes out of the mud and is not stained."

"Brother Yang......"

(To be continued)