It's not a long story, but it can't be told in a day.

For several days, after dinner in the evening, Mo Ninglong would always wear a black and gold robe, and arrive on the eaves of this backyard as scheduled, waiting for Mu Yunling to pass by.

Today, something is different.

Mu Yunling was already standing in front of the window.

Mo Ninglong saw the figure that poked his head out, and flew down from the eaves with his hands on his back.

came to Mu Yunling's side, chuckled and said, "Why is it so early today?" ”

Mu Yunling walked out of the door, greeted Mo Ninglong with a smile and responded: "Because today, it's the end of the story." ”

"yes, today is the end."

Mo Ninglong sighed faintly, thinking that the day when the two of them would get married was close at hand, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

Mu Yunling still didn't know Mo Ninglong's true identity.

As in the past, he affectionately pulled Mo Ninglong's arm and pulled him into the boudoir.

Mo Ninglong sat on the chair in the room, while Mu Yunling sat next to her.

"Last time, the fourth elder brother became the emperor, what happened to Qingchuan?"

Although she already has the answer in her heart, Mu Yunling, who is only a twenty-eight girl, still has a trace of fantasy in her heart.

Mo Ninglong sighed.

He didn't want to deceive the other party, so he truthfully told the story in his heart that had already come to fruition.

The great power of heaven and earth is the greatest.

The moment the fourth elder brother ascended the throne and became the emperor, the eighth elder brother had already lost fundamentally.

Lost life, and lost Qingchuan.

And the fourth elder brother didn't win, he may have gotten Qingchuan's body, but he buried Qingchuan's heart with his own hands.

There is no crossing here, and naturally there will be no reunion after the crossing.

This is destined to be a tragedy.

Is wealth, power, really so important in the face of pure love?

Mo Ninglong smiled.

He laughed at the story for being too silly and naïve.

No love is eternal, and the only thing that lasts for him is family affection.

But Mu Yunling is not him, her thoughts are different.

"Wearing the wrong dowry, and putting on another layer of rouge is not beautiful."

Mu Yunling sighed, as if she was lamenting the pathos of the storyline, and as if she was feeling sorry for her fate.

Mo Ninglong was silent for a while and said, "I told the story of these days, why don't you tell me your story?" ”

"For example, that Yue Yang."

"Sister Linglong, how do you know?"

She had been hiding this in the deepest part of her heart, and she suddenly seemed a little flustered.

"Remember the last time you couldn't bear to fall asleep?" Mo Ninglong smiled and explained, "It was that time that I heard the person Yue Yang from your mouth in my dream. ”

"That must be your sweetheart, right?"

"I also heard that you have a marriage contract, but it is not that Yueyang."

Hearing this, Mu Yunling's eyes dimmed slightly.

She forced herself to forget this every day, and now that Mo Ninglong mentioned it so suddenly, she suddenly felt a burst of pain in her heart.

"I don't want to say it......" Mo Ninglong thought that the other party didn't want to tell this story, so he wanted to retract his previous words.

At this moment, Mu Yunling stretched out her hand to interrupt him.

Some things are buried in your heart, it is better to find someone to talk to and let your suppressed heart be released.

"It was a beautiful day, and I was bored with my maid's house, so I went out for a circle, and I also met him at that time."

"His background is not good, just a simple poor boy."

"He has a desire to serve the country, but he is limited by birth and has nowhere to play."

"He likes me, but he thinks he's not worthy of me."

Speaking of this, Mu Yunling smiled stupidly.

Yue Yang's face seemed to be right in front of him.

"I can't ask for it, love to part." Mo Ninglong sighed in his heart, looked at the moonlight and stars outside the window, and quietly listened to the story told by Mu Yunling.

Originally, Mu Yunling could still leave the house and go out to have a tryst with Na Yueyang.

Later, it seemed that her parents noticed something unusual, so she was grounded in the backyard.

Count the days.

She hadn't seen Yue Yang for a year, six months, and twenty-three days.

Mo Ninglong, who had been listening carefully, suddenly spoke: "Do you want to meet him?" ”

Let his fiancée meet other lovers, such a self-sufficient and self-coiled thing, which really makes Mo Ninglong feel quite funny.

But he is even more reluctant to be the person who beats mandarin ducks.

Mu Yunling was slightly stunned when she heard this, her eyes burst out with surprise, and she quickly nodded and shouted, "Yes!" ”

It is a great good to give hope to those who are in despair.

Mo Ninglong doesn't mind being a good person.

And for such a big thing as escaping, he, as the initiator of the whole thing, naturally had to plan everything.

So Mo Ninglong asked, "After all these years, do you still have contact?" ”

"Do you know where he is?"

"This ......" Mu Yunling was silent, she was grounded in the small courtyard for the past few years, and all relations with the outside world were cut off.

That's it.

"Send the Buddha to the west, and the good people will do it to the end, so I'll help you find it."

Mo Ninglong looked around and suddenly asked, "Do you have pen and ink here?" ”

"Yes!"

Mu Yunling quickly got up and walked to the side.

After rummaging for a while, she hugged the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"It's not as complete as my father's calligraphy, but it's still okay to write letters, I don't know what you want to do with this?"

"If you're looking for someone, of course you have to have a portrait."

"I see!" Mu Yunling suddenly realized, and walked out of the door happily: "Linglong, you wait, I'll go fetch some water to polish ink for you." ”

Sharpen the ink for me?

Mo Ninglong chuckled and shook his head.

Grinding ink is not simple, whether it is the posture of grinding ink, or the selection of water sources and the intensity of ink, this is all knowledge.

When Mo Ninglong was raised as a daughter, he had special practice in this regard.

Naturally, he sharpened ink for his future husband for calligraphy and painting

I didn't expect that today, after many years, there would be a beautiful woman grinding ink for it.

It's just that......

What is his relationship with Mu Yunling?

Unmarried couples?

The enemy who beats the mandarin duck?

Or maybe it's a close friend?

"Fate is wonderful." The brush in Mo Ninglong's hand flexibly rotated between his five fingers, and his gaze stayed on the shoe prints left by the other party after stepping on the snow.

Silent for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Mu Yunling held a pot of water and walked in slowly.

Skillfully preparing everything for Mo Ninglong, she stood quietly aside, and her movements gently sharpened the ink.

With a slightly rusty posture, Mo Ninglong seemed to see himself who was grinding ink for the first time.

Sitting at the table, Mo Ninglong held his chin and looked at Mu Yunling intently.

"Sister Linglong, is there anything on my face?" Sensing the other party's gaze, Mu Yunling touched her cheek strangely.

The touch suddenly turned his face black, as if he had rolled in a coal mine.

Mo Ninglong smiled, from a shallow smile to a loud laugh.