He turned to leave, and the long cloak swept like a cloud, and the silver light on the silver armor pierced her eyes with pain. Ouyang Zhen watched him turn around and leave in a daze, and suddenly his heart was sour, tears couldn't help pouring out, and he called in a low voice: "General Su|...... Army."

She called very lightly, tactfully a thousand times, and the resolute figure was shocked, but she didn't look back for a long time.

Ouyang Zhen sat down dejectedly, looking at the sake in the cup, and there were ripples in circles because of a little tears.

The north wind outside the warm pavilion was like a gust of tightness, whistling by, and the window lattices covered with thick paper slapped with the wind one by one, and the silence between the two was like a dull pool of stagnant water, almost suffocating.

"General Su, don't you sit down and listen to me? I haven't seen each other for ten years, General Su ......" Ouyang Zhen choked up and couldn't speak, and two lines of tears meandered like a stream on his white face.

Su Yanqing let out a long sigh, and Xiao Suo's aura enveloped him. His hand rested on the hilt of the long sword in his waist, and the knuckles of his kneades gurgled, as before, he tried his best to suppress the seeds that broke through the ground in his heart: "Niangniang, as long as you live well, there will be nothing to say in the end......"

Ouyang Zhen looked at his slightly trembling shoulders, couldn't hold back any longer, and cried bitterly: "General Su, in this life, I'm sorry for you!" How so? Where to start?

She never had any choice, step by step, and when she had the ability to choose, she didn't choose him. If two people miss it, they miss it, and there is no possibility of intersection.

The north wind whimpered, and her sad and small choked sobs, which made people feel even more desolate.

Pain, what is pain? The pain that you can't ask for is so deep into the bone marrow that you can't extricate yourself. He lived numbly in the world with a broken heart, every day and every night, and his heart was painful. Except for her, every smile can't enter her eyes, and every gentle greeting can't enter her heart.

And now the people who are obviously close at hand cannot be touched. It's a sin to even think about it. Who will tell him what to do? What can be done?

Su Yanqing looked at the bleak scenery outside the door, and her heart cracked little by little, not the sound of flowers blooming, but the wail of a broken heart. He sighed softly and turned to kneel on one knee in front of her, a trance smile on his mature and resolute face.

His smile broke through the ten years, and it was so close to her. Ouyang Zhen raised her teary eyes, and in the blurred tears, she seemed to see him more than ten years ago like a god, standing in front of her with a sword.

The slender hand stretched out, but it stopped tremblingly in front of him. She was no longer qualified to touch him. The two looked at each other in pairs, looking at each other without saying a word, and walked in tears.

The red candles are swaying, and the tears seem to be followed by sadness.

Su Yanqing took out half a piece of jade from his arms, and suddenly chuckled: "There are always some infatuations that shouldn't be, as if when you see it, you can see you, just like the jade pendant that caused trouble before." He laughed as he put the half piece of jade into her palm. Originally, when I entered Beijing that day, I wanted to give it to my mother and tell my mother that the end would come. ”

Her palms were soft, and her hands were moist with tears. His heart ached to see it.

"Niangniang is now a virtuous concubine, and the emperor is also very fond of Niangniang...... There is also the prince, a talent. Su Mou...... I'm really happy for my mother. After he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and looked up into her sparkling eyes: "In the future, as long as Niangniang gives an order, Su is willing to run thousands of miles for Niangniang, just like ...... ten years ago."

Ouyang Zhen covered his mouth, tears sliding down wantonly. Who's going to tell her what kind of man she's missing? Every happiness of hers will carry ten parts of his pain.

The long sleeves brushed by, and she finally threw herself into his arms.

Only this once, just this once, as if he embraced her in the midst of a chaotic snowy night, telling her that he loved her. And her love was cut off that night and delivered in the snow.

His embrace pierced her heart with the coldness of the silver armor. Nothing can be unredeemed, except for this fruitless hug, she can't give him any promises, not even a thank you.

His heart was like a knife, and the undulating sobs of the person in his arms pierced his nerves and his skin. He hardened his heart and helped her to her seat. Zai took a closer look at her, then turned around and walked away.

The door opened, and the north wind poured in. Chilling to the marrow. His long cloak fluttered in the wind, and the bright red Yingluo on his head hung down behind him, like blood and tears in his heart. He finally buried her in his heart again, and there was no trace of her in this night of silence.

"General Su|Military ......" Ouyang Zhen staggered out, but he could no longer catch up with his decisive steps.

Before the tears fell, they were swept away by the wind, her long sleeves bulging in the wind, and there was a piece missing in her empty heart, and the wind blew, through her body, through her soul. So empty, so empty.

……

In the distance, a bewitching red stood in the wind for a long time. The slender palm pinched a wine jug, and finally with a clatter, the wine jug was crushed, and the porcelain piece in one hand was pierced into the palm of the hand, and the blood meandered and dripped and fell to the ground, more red than the red plum.

He approached step by step, and stood in front of Ouyang Zhen like this.

"He's gone." He laughed in a low voice, but the smile was twisted hideously, and the voice like crying pierced Ouyang Zhen's nerves.

She silently confronted him, and the tears on her face did not have time to wipe away. The tears on his face were more like great irony, looking at the bewitching man in front of him.

"He's gone. You're sad. He continued to push in, slowly forcing her back into the room.

"Check the three less! What are you doing! Ouyang Zhen looked at him faintly beating on his jade-like forehead, and his tired heart could no longer lift a trace of perfunctory thoughts.

"What am I going to do? Didn't the mother already know? Why don't you continue to pretend you don't know, as you used to be? He smiled coldly, and the blood in his hands dripped to the ground, as if flowing from his heart.