Jin Yanchen sat alone on the green grass outside the tent.

The moon above his head turned white and set in the east, and a golden ray of dawn peeked out of the thick clouds.

The cruel night was finally over.

But for him, this is far from the end.

Tan Qianqiu lifted the heavy curtain and walked out of the felt tent, stepped forward and said, "Holy Lord, the girl is awake." ”

Jin Yanchen looked ahead, his expression silent, and he did not respond.

Tan Qianqiu called again: "Holy Lord? ”

Jin Yanchen said: "I know." You worked hard last night, go and rest early. ”

Tan Qianqiu has been under Jin Yanchen for many years, and it is the first time that he has heard him take the initiative to care about himself, his eyes are full of softness and emotion, and he said, "Holy Lord, you have also stayed overnight, go and sleep for a while." Carefully considering the words, he said: "The girl's condition should be stable, and with Chang Gongzi taking care of her, it will be fine." ”

Jin Yanchen nodded, lowered his head, buried his head and face in the palm of his hand, rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, and said tiredly: "You go." ”

Although Tan Qianqiu was not at ease, he didn't dare to annoy him, so he retreated.

Jin Yanchen held his forehead with both hands and sat on the grass for a long time, wet with dew and unconscious.

The string in my heart has been stretched for so long that I suddenly relaxed, and I was a little at a loss as to what to do. I felt only deep tiredness, and a strong urge to cry.

She's finally woken up!

This night, he sat alone on the grass and watched the starry sky, looking calm on the surface, but only he knew how deep the fear was in his heart.

It was a deep fear and loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world.

The old man has become white bones, he only has her, only her.

What should he do if even she was so cruel to leave him? When he is tired and tired, who should he talk to? Who else will accompany him when he is most vulnerable, drink all night on the Gobi, walk on the rainy night on the streets of Gusu, silently guard him when he is asleep, and accompany him to put Kong Ming lanterns in the courtyard?

But even if she woke up, what could he do? Even going in and looking at her became a luxury.

Tan Qianqiu's words seemed to comfort him and tell him not to worry, but it was actually a hint in disguise, reminding him not to be bored with himself.

When Mu Dian was about to die, the person he was most concerned about was Chang Qianfo, and the person he wanted to see the most when he woke up was naturally Chang Qianfo.

It's not the self that gives her scars and pain again and again. Not anymore.

Jin Yanchen stood up and walked out of the valley. In April, the grass and trees were deep, and the two Ming Palace disciples who had just changed the guard went into the grass to relieve themselves, because they were sleepy, one yawning after another.

A Ming Palace disciple said, "Have you seen the appearance of our Holy Lord?" It's really unbearable. ”

The other said: "No, what a heroic figure our Holy Lord used to be...... Having said that, no one can stand this kind of thing. Pity our girl, a delicate person, it's really cheap that kid. ”

The man at the head lowered his voice and said: "Let me tell you, I heard that kid is the son of Changjiabao, and he has a big head, even the princess He dares to beat him, I'm afraid we can't afford to provoke him." ”

"No wonder this kid is so blatant. I don't know what the girl thinks, in terms of appearance and martial arts, which thing is comparable to the Holy Lord. I only pity our Holy Lord, and eat this dumb loss in vain. If it spreads, how will this be? ”

The man sighed again: "It seems that our girl really has to marry that kid surnamed Chang......"

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps stepping on blades of grass, and shouted, "Who is eavesdropping?" ”

No one answered.

The two disciples of Mingming Palace quickly put on their pants, held knives and stabbed outside the grass, one took cover, and the other rushed out, but they only saw Jin Yanchen's back as he walked away.

The disciple of the Ming Palace broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "Saint... Holy Lord. "My legs trembled involuntarily.

Outside the valley there is a clear stream, the water is crystal clear, the aquatic plants are swaying, and the fish are playing.

Jin Yanchen squatted by the stream, took a handful of water to wash his face, and looked at the obviously handsome but gloomy face in the water, that eyebrows, and that eyes, as if they were all strange.

Over the years, he has grown into something he doesn't even recognize.

After sitting by the stream for a long time, it is estimated that the time is not short, even if Mu Dian is the rest of his life, if he wants to complain to Chang Qianfo for the rest of his life, it is almost time to complain now.

He was going to see her, never so strongly wanting to see her. Or, those strong emotions in the past were suppressed by him, and now he is no longer willing to embarrass himself.

The two Ming Palace disciples were still standing on the side of the road, waiting for Jin Yanchen to punish them, but Jin Yanchen only walked over as if he hadn't seen the two of them, without looking at the two of them.

"Get out!"

The two Ming Palace disciples breathed a sigh of relief, almost fell to the ground with their feet weak, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you Holy Lord for not killing." "Thank you, Holy Lord, for not killing."

Jin Yanchen has already gone far.

There was a strong smell of blood in the felt tent, mixed with the smell of burning herbs, which was very unpleasant.

When Jin Yanchen lifted the curtain, Chang Qianfo had already heard the footsteps and turned his head, and his eyes signaled him to whisper.

Mu Dian can lie in the arms of Chang Qianfo and sleep soundly.

She was wearing a satin skirt with a red ruyi pattern inlaid with gold and digging flowers. She almost never wears such a bright color.

The clothes looked at a splendid and prosperous atmosphere, lively and lively, far from her cold and cold temperament. Strangely, she looks good on her body. The magnificent silk satin reflected the glow, reflecting her bare snow-white neck, as well as two slender wrists, giving birth to a beautiful state.

He rarely looks at what she is wearing, and even rarely looks at her, for fear that he will not be able to control his heart.

Now when I saw her in red, I suddenly realized that the little girl who was running behind him in a red dress had grown up.

Over the years, he often dreamed of the pear blossom in his dreams and the little girl in the red dress.

Ten miles of Qionghua forest flowers bloomed like snow, and he took her hand and ran through the woods. The wind lifted her red dress, bulging, and drifted in a sea of snowy pear blossoms......

He was laughing, and she was laughing, her eyebrows and eyes crooked, like a little elf who had fallen into the mortal dust.

When his elves grow up, they are about to become someone else's.

Mu Dian woke up with a sense of feeling, opened his eyes dimly, and just saw Jin Yanchen's gloomy eyes.

Jin Yanchen's evil aura suddenly subsided, and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Mu Dianke said "um".

There were no more words in the box.

Jin Yanchen was silent for a moment and said, "Then you can sleep again, I'll go out first." ”

Mu Dianke said "um" again.

The curtain fell behind Jin Yanchen, shook a few times and then stopped. Mu Dianke stared at the heavy curtain for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and said very firmly: "You have to leave immediately." ”