The moon mirror flower wheel caresses the fine willow, and the ripples break the mirror flower again. Wanjun had been sitting in the Huxin Pavilion for a day, and he hadn't eaten a bite of food until now. Who can relieve his sorrows, so that his eyes will no longer be misty with tears.

Xiyan stayed not far away and looked at Wanjun, he was afraid that if he couldn't think of looking for a short time, he wouldn't dare to relax for a moment.

"Xiyan, is Wanjun better?"

The voice behind interrupted Xi Yan's lookout, and he looked back to see that it was Taichang Siqing.

"My lord! It's still the same, he's been sitting there for a day, and the rice hasn't been eaten! ”

"Hey, since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and empty hatred, and this hatred is endless. What a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks! ”

Taichang Siqing sighed and left, Xiyan looked at the back of the adult who was gone, and thought in his heart, he and Yique will not be like this in the future, right?

But he didn't think much about it, what he was afraid of, they were all fatherless and motherless orphans, and even if something happened, such a thing would not happen.

Xiyan couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand Wanjun torturing himself like this, wasn't it just for a Zuo Chunqiu, why should he belittle himself like this.

He hurriedly walked over and gently put his hand on Wanjun's shoulder: "Wanjun! ”

Wanjun didn't look back, staring at the cold moon in the sky as always.

"It is said that there is a Guanghan Palace on the moon, in which lives Chang'e, in addition to Chang'e, there is also Wu Gang who has always been by his side, he cuts the laurel tree day and night, but he doesn't know how this laurel tree can be cut!"

Wanjun's voice was extremely weak, but even with such a weak voice, he could still hear the pathos and helplessness in his heart. What kind of love can make a person lose his soul like this, and what kind of magic can make a person so helpless.

Xiyan sat next to Wanjun, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Wanjun, you can't live without one, you have to be strong and open your heart, because there are better things waiting for you in front of you." ”

"Don't be too sad, I'll accompany you out of the palace tomorrow, and we'll go to the wild to catch rabbits, go to the river to catch fish, and go to many places, okay?"

Xi Yan looked at Wanjun with a smile, he thought he would say something, but he didn't wait for his words, but waited for a cold face.

Suddenly, Wanjun stood up and shouted: "Zuo Chunqiu, why did you leave me, why are you afraid of abandoning me, what did I do wrong?" Zuo Chunqiu, you have a word, you have a word, you have a ......"

He fell to his knees and wept aloud, tears flooded the sea, and his heart was flooded by the sea.

"Du Wanjun, what do you have to cry about, can't you do it? Are you still the Du Wanjun I know? You're not, you're defeated by love, you're defeated by yourself. ”

Xiyan stood up and cried at Wanjun, this was the first time he had shouted so loudly. He didn't know how to wake him up, but he knew that he couldn't stand it anymore, it was too torturous, and he couldn't watch Wanjun treat him like this anymore.

"Do you think you're the only one who suffers? Do you think it's the most pitiful person in the world? Do you think you'll come back if you do this? Wake up, no one will sympathize with you, and Zuo Chunqiu will not come back. If you really love him, then go to him! ”

He couldn't believe he had said such a long sentence, and he didn't know how effective it would be.

Xi Yan's words kept echoing in Wan Jun's ears, Xi Yan was right, he should go to Zuo Chunqiu. That's right, I'm going to go to him now, and no one can stop him.

The autumn wind blew the moon blackened, and the dark clouds brought torrential rain. Wanjun stood up and ran outside.

Xiyan saw Wanjun running out, shouting behind her as she ran.

"Chunqiu, I'm here, you wait for me, I won't give up like this!"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon Wanjun's clothes were soaked, and he ran too fast and fell, and his arms were broken through the skin. He didn't pay much attention to it, and got up again and kept running.

For a moment, Wanjun wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, he was going to find his brother Zuo, if he was bitter, he wouldn't have the strength to run to see him.

Wanjun ran to the city gate, but he still didn't stop and continued to run forward.

He was blocked by the soldier who went out with his hand: "Where are you going?" ”

"Brother Zuo, I'm here, you let go of me, let go of me!"

Wanjun had no strength to struggle anymore, and he clutched the soldier's scabbard, crying hoarsely and weakly.

"What's going on?"

A magpie walked behind the soldier.

"Yique, there is someone here."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know, he keeps reading Brother Zuo in his mouth."

"Brother Zuo? He, yes, you get out of the way, I'll see who he is? ”

Yique suddenly remembered something, because there was only one person surnamed Zuo in the palace.

Because the rain was so heavy and the city gate was so dark, he couldn't see the man's face.

He took a closer look, this person was the young master, and he hurriedly ran over and hugged Wanjun: "Young master, why are you?" Young master, young master? Are you okay? ”

Yique wiped the rain off Wanjun's face and reported under the city gate.

"Wanjun, Wanjun?"

A crying and uneasy voice came from behind.

"He's Du Wanjun? It looks really good, with fine skin and tender meat, no wonder the emperor likes him. ”

"That's it, if the brothers also have the opportunity to play this beautiful son, it will be happier than being the emperor!"

Several soldiers stood under the city gate to shelter from the rain, and they looked at Wanjun and whispered about them.

Xiyan finally ran over, and when he saw that Wanjun had been carried under the city gate by Yique, he was a little relieved and ran over panting.

He knelt beside Wanjun, touched his forehead, and shouted, "Ah, why is it so hot? ”

"Yes, yes? I'll touch it! ”

Yique touched Wanjun's forehead and touched his own forehead, and also shouted: "Yes, why is it so hot?" Did you get a wind chill from the rain just now? ”

"What then? He hadn't eaten for a day, and at that moment he suddenly stood up and ran out, saying that he was going to find Chunqiu. ”

Xiyan was a little overwhelmed, as long as he encountered something, he was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.

"Xiyan, you look at Wanjun first, I'll go and say a few words to a few brothers."

Yique stood up and walked to the side of several brocade guards, he didn't know what to say to them, only to see them walk over and open the city gate.

"We'll take the young master out of the palace now, and I'll find a doctor."

While speaking, Yique picked up Wanjun and walked out of the palace.

Xiyan followed closely behind, his hand holding Wanjun's hand all the time.

"See? That's love! ”

The little Jinyi guard clenched his small fist and slapped the big Jinyi guard in the chest a few times.

"Alright, alright, I'll be good to you in the future."

He took the little man into his arms. The faint light of the torches shone on their faces, and their faces were flushed with rain.

......

They ran to the vicinity of Zuofu and went door to door looking for a doctor. But now it's raining heavily, and it's already the third watch, and there is no doctor to see Wanjun for treatment.

"Yique, what should I do? How about you to figure it out? ”

Xiyan's tears flowed down, and he touched Wanjun's forehead: "Wanjun, Wanjun!" ”

"Let's go, let's go!"

Yique hugged Wanjun and ran straight forward.

"Where are you going?"

Xiyan chased after him.

"Du Fu."

"Oh."

"Quick, knock!"

Yique ordered Xiyan to hurry over and knock on the door.

He anxiously shouted, "Someone, come quickly!" ”

After a long time, the lights of Du Mansion came on. The housekeeper held an oil-paper umbrella and ran out to open the door: "Who, it's so late?" ”

He opened the door and saw that it was a magpie, and he saw that a magpie was a little angry. The old man raised him for so long, he just said he was leaving, and he didn't even say hello. The lord and the lady blamed themselves for this for a long time.

The butler was about to close the door, and a magpie rushed in.

"Yique, it's against you, you're no longer from Dufu, why are you coming back?"

The housekeeper chased in behind and saw the young master in Yique's arms.

"Young Master? What's wrong with the young master? ”

Yique was so tired that he crawled on the ground crying and panting, he looked at the young master and couldn't say a word.

"What the hell is wrong with the young master? What do you mean? ”

The butler shook Yique's body, he sighed, stood up and ran towards Master Du's room.

Xiyan came over to help Yique, poured him a glass of water, touched his clothes and said, "Tired, right?" Look at you, you don't even know your clothes are wet! ”

"Jun'er, my Jun'er!"

Mrs. Du heard what the housekeeper said about Wanjun, so she ran in crying.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Yique sitting on a stool, and if she had changed to her usual life, she would definitely preach. But not today, her gentleman is sick, and she won't care about this ungrateful thing.

Mrs. Du hurriedly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Wanjun's hand: "Jun'er, is it a mother, Jun'er, Jun'er?" ”

"Jun'er, what's wrong with him? Why didn't he speak? ”

Madame Du hid her face and wept, and her heart was once again afraid. Jun'er was frail and sickly since she was a child, and asked the fortune teller and said that he had to change his daughter's name to avoid the disaster.

Since he called Wanjun, he has never been sick again, and nothing has happened in these years. Neither the house nor Wanjun had ever happened, and she had forgotten about it.

"Why is his head so hot, master, come and take a look!"

The old man walked over and touched Wanjun's forehead, turned to look at Yique and Xiyan, and said, "Yi....."

He was about to call a magpie, but he took it back. Yique is no longer a subordinate of Du Mansion, and he can no longer be called.

"Butler, go quickly, find Dr. Hu!"

When the butler ran out, the atmosphere was a little awkward. Master Du really wanted to know where their Du Mansion made Yique dissatisfied before he would do something else, and he would never have dreamed that the person he trusted the most would do such a thing.

Yique really couldn't stand with Master Du anymore, so he walked to the door and looked at the pouring rain outside. Is he really the kind of white-eyed wolf who is ungrateful? Master Du and Mrs. Du must hate him very much, right?