One

Passing through the Phantom Flower Valley, you can directly reach the border town of Luoyang, and Luoyang is only separated by a water, standing at the ferry, it seems that you can already feel the dizzying prosperity and wealth of Luoyang.

"That's it!" Yang Yi said indifferently.

"I thought you were going to be with me...... Leave," a look of disappointment flashed in Lan Yuewei's eyes, "I thought you were tired of it." ”

"That's what you think." Yang Yi's tone became heavy again.

Someone's tears seemed to be flying in the air.

"You're really not going to be Yi Zhuoyang again?"

"No!" Yang Yi also replied resolutely.

Lan Yue took a deep breath slightly, as if she had expected this answer, she wiped away a handful of tears, and finally smiled with relief again: "You now, the token and the 'Water Pavilion Flowing Smoke' are gone, so I don't know you anymore." In the future, whether you are poisoned or injured, if you want to seek treatment in Liuyan Pavilion, you will have to use Yi Zhuoyang's identity to seek treatment. I only recognize Yi Zhuoyang, a Jianghu person. ”

She then turned away, without the slightest hesitation, and strode away, which was her last pride.

The moonlit white shirt gradually disappeared into the wind.

Two

On the ferry, Hou Ziyu looked at the Luoyang City Gate that was getting closer and closer, and her heart became heavier and heavier: what does it mean to enter that city, it means that she will also say goodbye to Yang Yi. She didn't want to, she didn't want to, and she didn't want to.

Looking back at Yang Yi, he was looking at the cold water of a river, but there seemed to be a deep sorrow between his eyebrows, Hou Ziyu remembered that when he first met him a month ago, he still didn't care about everything, could it be that he was the same as himself, he also had a lot of reluctance, and even hoped that this boat would never end?

She hurriedly dispelled her thoughts, she couldn't make it difficult for Yang Yi anymore, and she couldn't make it difficult for herself. "It's too late for you to chase it now!" She gently moved to Yang Yi's side and smiled sweetly, "What are you chasing?" Why chase? She and I weren't fellow travelers. Yang Yi's hand rubbed unnaturally against his saber.

"Well, aren't we fellow travelers!" When Hou Ziyu said this, her eyes were a little moist.

Yang Yi was also stunned for a moment, and said, "At least it's still on the same road now." ”

Hou Ziyu sighed softly and said, "Can you tell me your story!" …… Let me have a little good memory of the rivers and lakes before I enter that big cage? ”

Yang Yi was silent, just blindly looking into the distance.

Hou Ziyu smiled sadly: "I just want to hope that when I can't get happiness, I hope you can be happy, that blue girl ......, I can see that she ...... Loved you very much. ”

Happiness? Yang Yi couldn't help but turn his gaze to Hou Ziyu's bright and bright face like the sun, and he had to admit that she said something that he had never obtained and never dared to ask for.

After the hardships of life and death along the way, in addition to forming a complex and tangled relationship between them, there is actually a valuable friendship. Of course, friends want their friends to be happy.

At this time, the cold wind was blowing, making Hou Ziyu tremble, but Yang Yi seemed to be not afraid of this biting cold wind, and the expression on his face was as firm as his standing posture. Years of the past rolled in his mind, and he couldn't help but take advantage of this wind to vent it.

Because he knew that once Hou Ziyu entered the prosperous capital, his heart would be sealed forever, and he actually hoped that someone could help him untie this knot that had plagued him for many years.

Finally, Yang Yi also talked about the past unabashedly, just like Hou Ziyu did in the pavilion at the beginning, but this is not a "young man with spring", but it is always associated with blood and cruelty.

Three

"This has to start from the era of Yi Zhuoyang, when I had just become famous as 'Cold Mountain Chiba Finger', and I was only eighteen years old. Like all young people, I was impulsive, proud, frivolous, and always thought that I could save the world by myself, so I took it for granted that I regarded myself as a hero, a hero among thieves. When Yang Yi said this, he showed some self-ironic ridicule.

Hou Ziyu said: "Yi Zhuo Yang Kuang supports justice, robs the rich and helps the poor, and calls it a 'grand thief', which is well deserved!" ”

Yang Yi shook his head disdainfully, and said: "When I 'don't steal', I will be nosy everywhere, that is, do the things you call 'supporting justice', although my reputation has improved, but I have also formed a lot of pillars." The people in the rivers and lakes wanted to kill me, and the court tried every possible way to arrest me, thinking about that time, I really didn't have a good night's sleep, and the strange thing is why I didn't feel tired! …… How many times have you died nine times, thanks to that person......"

"Blue Maiden?"

"I would go to Liuyan Pavilion almost every two months with an injury for treatment, and she always left other patients to treat me first, and there were times when I was so badly injured that she didn't close my eyes for days and nights in order to cure me."

Hou Ziyu said with envy and jealousy: "She is really good to you!" ”

Yang Yi continued: "It may be that I went too much to become familiar with her, and then she also confided in me some girlish thoughts and unbearable past without any scruples, it turned out that she was also a lonely and lonely poor person, abandoned by her parents since she was a child, and was regarded as a monster by the people in the village, until she was brought back to Chang'an by the former pavilion master Shu Yuyan, the situation improved, but it was only with the medicine book and needle bag all day long, but there was no companion to talk to." ”

Yang Yi turned his head, looked at Hou Ziyu, and said, "My story with her is only here, I only think she is a sister, in fact, she already has someone in her heart." ”

Hou Ziyu nodded seriously and asked again, "You seem to have missed the most important point." Why did you give up being Yi Zhuoyang? ”

"Because ......" Yang Yi's face, which was still a little comfortable just now, suddenly showed a look of pain, he bit his lip tightly, and finally didn't say anything.

At this time, the ship docked.

Yang Yi was relieved and said, "Let's go ashore!" ”

Hou Ziyu nodded obediently.

The footsteps of both of them were heavy and slow.

Luoyang City was right in front of her, but in Hou Ziyu's eyes, it was like a huge golden cage, and she knew that once she stepped in, it would be difficult for her to come out again.

Four

Zhao Yannian, the king of Luoyang, was restlessly reading a book of "Book of Songs" in the study, and when he saw the article "Pu Jia", the heart lake that was finally calm was stirred up again. In my mind, there seems to be such a picture: misty and misty, rippling leaves, and there are Yiren across the water, and they follow suit. She finally turned around, and in that moment of looking back, the sun suddenly spread across the land, driving away the fog, and he could see her face clearly. It's her?! It's Xiaoyu. Except for Hou Ziyu, who else in the world can have a brilliant face that corresponds to the sun?

At the moment when he wanted to step forward to hold hands with him, the mist rose and covered Hou Ziyu in the blink of an eye. "No-" Zhao Yannian leaned heavily on the case, and the sound of the tea bowl falling to the ground woke him up, only to find that it was all hallucinations, but the pain of gaining and losing still remained in his heart. "It's the third day, so she must have completely disappeared from this world!" Thinking of this, the pain in his heart doubled again, and he suddenly wanted to lead the forbidden army he had personally trained to enter the Lijing Pavilion, and then raze it there and bring Hou Ziyu's body back...... Whatever the consequences are.

At this moment, someone from his subordinates came to report: "Escort Yang takes the princess back home safely!" ”

Zhao Yannian was overjoyed at first, then shocked, and finally couldn't help but worry, he actually didn't know what kind of mood he should use to accept this matter, but he knew that his joy at the moment accounted for most of it, and it had even risen to the point of ecstasy. Gaining and regaining is the pain of loss, so losing and regaining is naturally called joy. Even if the word "happy" comes at the same time, it is accompanied by the word "worry", but he would rather be the result.

Five

Hou Ziyu entered her future bedroom first with the support of two brocade-clothed maids:

The magnificent incense pavilion, the bright and luxurious warm tent, the furnishings are all rare antiques, and the placements are all exotic flowers. She's been used to these for a long time. She was very reluctant to be led by these two maids to bathe, change clothes, make up, and dress up, but she always couldn't help but look out, even if she couldn't see through this roundabout and complicated palace, but she was afraid that during this period, Yang Yi would leave quietly like this, and she couldn't even see him for the last time.

"Shut up!" Hou Ziyu scolded herself in her heart, "His mission is complete, he should have left, maybe continue to be his guard, maybe go to that blue girl, you don't need to care!" She tried to return her heart to the owner of this mansion, her future husband, trying to imagine what he would look like, but she always saw Yang Yi's face.

Dressed properly, Hou Ziyu was supported by two maids through a winding corridor, and then entered Baoxinzhai, the study of the king of Luoyang.

Everyone retreated.

Hou Ziyu saw a slender but not unfamiliar figure with his back to him: there was no gorgeous crown brocade dress, only a plain slow robe.

"Is this my husband?" Hou Ziyu asked herself in her heart.

"Your etiquette still hasn't grown at all!" The voice of the king of Luoyang sounded extremely familiar, "Although you and I are about to become husband and wife, there is a difference between respect and inferiority, you have to bow to me!" He finally turned around.

Hou Ziyu's face, which was still squeezing a smile, suddenly froze: "It's you!" ”

Zhao Yannian, the king of Luoyang, is the beautiful son Yan Lian that Hou Ziyu once dreamed of. Since the person she married was the object of her heart, she should have been happy, but it was difficult for Hou Ziyu to laugh again.

"Are you stunned?" Zhao Yannian bent down and tried his best to keep his gaze on a horizontal line with Hou Ziyu.

But Hou Ziyu gritted her teeth, and the expression on her face changed like floating clouds, making people a little unable to guess what this seemingly unnerved woman felt in her heart.