It was night, the moon and stars were scarce, and when I looked up, I saw the bright moon walking in the inky blue sky, with clouds like smoke and fog, draped in a light veil, pouring a piece of moonlight into the distant mountains, as light and elegant as frost, and exuding some faint fragrance.

This small building in the forest, with a fenced yard, is planted with her favorite begonia, the flowering period has not passed, the root system is developed, and the flowers are luxuriant.

Lige sat on the bamboo roof, bathing in the moonlight, smelling the flowers, and the breeze was as gentle as water, which made her whole body relax, and she almost forgot that she was in various situations.

The place seemed to have been built to her liking, and it almost made her a little happy.

"Want to listen to a tune?"

Oh, she was so intoxicated that she forgot that there was a big devil sitting beside her.

Turning his head away from the song, he obviously didn't want to listen to it, but he replied in a ghostly way: "Yes."

Chen Nian turned his gaze back from the distant mountains, took out a jade bone flute from his arms, and turned his head to look at Lige.

Looking at each other, his good-looking eyes were shining, the bright moon in the mountains, and the stars in the sky were not as bright as his eyes, and seeing the clear self in his eyes, he looked away from the song in a weak heart.

The valley lord of the Wicked Valley seems to be a little different from the rumors.

Chen Nian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled contentedly, no one knew how long he had been waiting for this moment.

She simply sat beside him, and she was better than all the scenery in the world, and as long as she was there, she could wipe out all the wounds he had suffered.

Chen Nian raised his hand and put the flute to his mouth, turning the feelings that no one knew in his heart for many years, and the thousands of words he wanted to say to her in his heart, and all the deaths he had survived turned into flute sounds.

"Woo......"

The sound of the flute is together, everything is quiet, and there is only a crisp and soft, euphemistic and distant flute sound in the ears.

The melodious and moving tunes played by the old years are then desolate and resentful, as if they are telling thousands of words, and there are thousands of knots in the heart, but there is no one to sue.

Listening to the song, her face was wet, and the familiar sound of the flute seemed to make her cross the long river of years and remember an old person.

"Blowing a tune for you, I want to make you happy, I never thought that it made you cry, Shicai, who are you thinking about?" The flute stopped abruptly, and then the old voice sounded.

"Huh? Me? Lige pulled back his senses and wiped his face, "This song is too sad, it is easy to remind people of a lot of past events and old people." ”

"Oh, like?" He was anxious to know if he would be in her memories of the most difficult, unforgettable days he had walked with her.

The brows of the blue and white eyebrows were furrowed, the tears were swaying, and Lige's heart was full of pain, she pursed her lower lip for a long time before she spoke: "I think of a very important person in my life, Uncle Chen, you are very similar to him, really similar."

His eyes are so vivid and bright, he will also take her to sneak up on the roof to bask in the moonlight, and he will also play the flute to make her happy. However, you are not him, he is dead, unrecognizable in front of her eyes.

Her childhood friends, and even her unmet fiancé, who had never met in her arms, died, the cause of death was unknown, and the death was horrible, and she thought, maybe they were really killed by her.

The voice of the song is small, low, like a light fluttering feather, and the body is involuntarily chased by the wind, and finally falls to the ground silently.

Looking at the lonely look of the song, Chen Nian's heart suddenly became sour, and he said with a smile: "He is very happy, and he can be missed by your heart." ”

yes, she should never forget that scene.

Burning in all directions, the sky-high fire with nowhere to stay, the beams being burned to a "creak" sound, the heart-rending shouts in the house, the water, the firefighting, the chaos, she was only eight years old and was imprisoned by people, her skin was baked by the hot air and she felt a faint pain, the kind of scream through the skin, she still does not forget.

The big brother she was close to and liked turned into ashes overnight, separated from her yin and yang.

"Go down, it's late at night."

Chen Nian got up, put the jade bone flute back into his arms, and then stretched out a hand to Lige.

He didn't want to see her teary-eyed and sobbing quietly, she was not like an ordinary girl, she cried endlessly, and it was not easy to coax. I'm going to send her back to the house tomorrow, if Liyu sees her crying and swollen eyes, she will definitely think that he is bullying her, and she will fight with him when the time comes.

Sometimes, the invisible sword in the hands of the literati is sharper and deadlier.

Lige nodded obediently, put his hand on Chen Nian's hand, stood up with strength, and went down with him.

When the child, the back garden of the Prime Minister's House.

A pool of clear spring in front of you, reflecting the shadow of the bright moon, exudes a faint moonlight, sparkling, microwave rippling, round lotus leaf dew drops are tilted, and lotus flowers are sleeping in the water.

"Your Highness came to the minister at this hour, is this just to say this?" Li Yu calmly looked at the water, unimpressed by Xiao Mochen's persuasion.

He has cooperated with the Valley of the Wicked for so many years, how can he easily say and break it, if there is no Valley of the Wicked behind him, when will he be able to stab the enemy.

"Huh." Xiao Mochen sneered, and the fine light on the water surface melted into his eyes, with a little coldness: "Who do you think is really so easy to fool?" This king can find out that the Prime Minister's Mansion is entangled with the Valley of the Wicked, and the emperor can naturally do it. It's just that he was tired of the war with Beiyi before, and he couldn't take time to clean up the portal, and now that the north and the south are armistice and peace, I believe that soon, the emperor will pull out the cancer of the Valley of the Wicked. ”

Li Yu's eyes suddenly dimmed, the deep black pupils reflected the clear moonlight, his hands clenched his fists, against his lips, coughed a few times, he seemed to see through the moonlight, the near future.

After thinking for a few moments, his purple lips rolled up: "Your Highness, are you interested in cooperating with the minister?"

"Heh, why?"

"We all have a common enemy, don't we? The enemy of the enemy, that is a friend, besides, His Royal Highness doesn't want to see the Prime Minister's Mansion in a quagmire, right? ”

Xiao Mochen held his hands, his body was long, and he was wearing a dark blue robe that was peerless, and he was slightly curled by the night wind. The silhouette is clear, and the tall and handsome half of the face is hidden in the dark, making it impossible to detect emotions.

He pinched the purse on his waist very skillfully, his thin lips opened, and his voice was cold: "This king naturally knows who the separation refers to, that person is in the mangs for this king, like a poisonous snake around his fingers, it needs to be eliminated quickly, and it is very good to leave this proposal."

"Just having a secret relationship with the villain's valley, it's not clear or innocent, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull her. His Royal Highness will not fight an unprepared battle when he returns to Jinling this time, so what do you need the ministers to do next? ”

In just half an hour, the two who had been hating for a long time reached a consensus.

Xiao Mochen looked at the water, his eyes seemed to reflect ten thousand pieces of silver light, a little unpredictable, and his voice was lazy: "Don't be in a hurry, if you want to completely uproot it, you can't be in a hurry, on the contrary, you need to slowly give her a higher step to climb up, so that she is only one step away from the peak."

"Also, the eight dukes of Southern Chu and the six dukes are all forces of the Leng family, and the Leng family has long been a great master, and the emperor is jealous of them. We don't need to do anything, just add fire to the fire between her and the emperor, and that's enough. Liyu echoed.

"However, there is one thing here that needs the help of the separation." Xiao Mochen turned his gaze and stared at Li Yu.

"What?" Li Yu raised his eyebrows, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"It's getting late."

Before Xiao Mochen's words fell, the corners of Liyu's mouth twitched, and you also knew that it was getting late.

"Can you prepare a room for this king to stay overnight?"

Oh, His Royal Highness King Chen really didn't mean to drink, and when he learned that Ge'er would return home tomorrow morning, he would lie down hard tonight, so he said, when can I say when tonight's things will happen, but I want to fish him out of the bed, it turns out that it is this heart.

Li Yu replied reluctantly: "Of course you can, the minister will go and order someone to prepare, Your Highness will wait for a while."

"I'm leaving." Xiao Mochen smiled harmlessly.

In the moonlight, under the stars, Xiao Mochen became independent and became a unique scenery.

People have three thousand diseases of life and death, and only lovesickness cannot be cured.