Meng Jinghuai turned around, his gaze was firmly fixed on Shen Zhihe's face, inch by inch, the most greedy gaze, locked in the boundless mountains and rivers outside the heavy wall:

"You've lost weight."

The wind was strong and mournful, wantonly entering through the window, enveloping the pavilion.

Shen Zhihe's dark clouds fell slightly, Chun Dai lowered, her legs were sore, she held her eyes, rubbed her fingertips on the handkerchief, and covered her chest:

"Has Yun Xi's affairs been dealt with? Can you enter the palace? Have you seen your father and mother when you go home, they ......"

Before the words fell, Shen Zhihe only felt a pain in his arm, and Meng Jinghuai suddenly hugged her into his arms, blocking Shen Zhihe's chattering words.

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"Ah He, when are you going not to think about this?"

Meng Jinghuai said in a deep voice, with a little indignation, he hugged the person tightly, lowered his eyes to look, and saw Shen Zhihe's eyes were red and his face was full of tears, Meng Jinghuai's heart ached, and his tone softened a little, he continued:

"You are sad, you are sad, endure in front of others, I can understand, but in my place, you don't have to pretend to be strong and force yourself to deal with those things."

"Because you are my business, you are my reason."

Shen Zhihe was pressed tightly against Meng Jinghuai's chest, his delicate cheeks rubbed against the hard armor, and he could feel almost every beating of Meng Jinghuai's heart, he said it very slowly, but very hard, and it sounded in her ears.

"You ......" WDQ

Shen Zhihe lowered her eyes and swallowed the surging thoughts, she wanted to say something, moved her lips, but it was like being swallowed by chaff.

"Yun Xi has been leveled, I have also entered the palace to worship Emperor Wei, and I came here to see you after Shen Xiangyun."

Meng Jinghuai sighed softly, and still answered according to her question, he hugged Shen Zhihe, hung his head in her hair, and was trapped in it, thinking about it for many days.

Shen Zhihe relieved her strength, abandoned her complicated thoughts, and felt that the dense pain in the corner of her forehead had dissipated, so she leaned on Meng Jinghuai quietly, and did not push away: QD

"I see."

She coveted this moment of Songxi.

"I know you can't send your birth mother—"

Meng Jinghuai clasped Shen Zhihe's slender waist, and couldn't help but be depressed in his heart, and he rolled out the words from his throat, trying to let the light swallow the darkness:

"Ah He, I've sent it for you."

The sound of the rain is dripping, washing away the dust of the world, and the traveling geese are soaring, suddenly feeling everything, not more than a moment.

Shen Zhihe's body stiffened, tears overflowed his eyes, and they spilled into the armor of the person in front of him, and his thoughts were like rain horns, and they never stopped-

Meng Jinghuai rushed back to Huai'an, first entered the palace to tell Emperor Wei, and then went to Shen to get along with him to ask for permission, and then pinched the time to send his biological mother Wei for Shen Zhihe on the last journey.

He thought of everything.

He had everything arranged.

Shen Zhihe doesn't like to cry, she is afraid of embarrassment, afraid of exposing her weakness to Qiu Yun, hiding her vulnerability, carefully, for fear that others will catch her to make up for it.

But now, at this moment, her heart is full of tears, and she is really full of tears.

The pear blossoms bring rain, and the water is still and sunny, carrying the cold of early winter.

"You ......"

Shen Zhihe's voice trembled, his towering nose was red, and layers of ripples appeared under his eyes, stirring the sky of the lake.

"I want to thank her for giving birth to you and raising you," Meng Jinghuai put his hands on Shen Zhihe's shoulders, his eyes were facing each other, his eyes were full of obscurity and pity, "Otherwise, I would never know in my life, it turns out that Yaotai Xian'e came to the mortal world early in the morning." ”

The last osmanthus flower of Fuyao, the first plum of the year, and the color of the jade sand flying in the snow, are all his cranes.

Shen Zhihe hated her unstoppable tears like broken beads, she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at the deep gaze of the person in front of her, in those eyes, there was no difference between the sunny day and the deep sea.

Meng Jinghuai sighed softly, he raised his hand, bent down, and stroked Shen Zhihe's face that was more delicate than Hua Jiao, and the tears on it stained his fingertips, and they were hot, and they burned into Meng Jinghuai's heart.

He cherished the tears and wiped them away.

If you pluck it from this man's heart, you will only cut out a heartfelt bruise of infatuation.

"I miss you so much."

Shen Zhihe heard him say so.

The cold and gentle fingertips roamed over her face, Shen Zhihe's eyes welled up with tears, she mustered up the courage to raise her red and swollen eyes, and the water waves were light, reflecting that she was the only one.

Meng Jinghuai's eyes are like black clouds rushing over the reef of destruction, there is a faint light fluttering in the lighthouse, the thunder is thousands of peaks, thousands of peaks are stacked, and the last bit of thick ink in the night will be drowned in the sky of Jiangming.

It was her dawn.

The cocoon chrysalis, which had been curling up, gently broke a small opening.

"Okay," Meng Jinghuai straightened up and opened his voice in a hoarse voice, "Ying'er said that you haven't eaten for a long time, so let's use some." ”

Meng Jinghuai clenched his ten fingers into a fist and pinched his palm fiercely, before slowly pushing Shen Zhihe away, the moment of the void filled his arms, Meng Jinghuai grabbed Shen Zhihe's hand, and the moment he touched the slender jade wrist, his eyebrows became a river for a moment.

It's so thin that it can break off with a slight turn.

But Meng Jinghuai didn't say anything in the end, he suppressed the dryness in his heart, turned around, and wanted to pull Shen Zhihe to the outer pavilion and spread the word outside.

But after walking less than two steps, as soon as he lifted the white tent with his hand, a light trilling sound came from behind him, which made him pause in an instant, and the overwhelming tide filled his heart and eyes-

“…… Will you protect me? ”

Shen Zhihe's eyelashes were wet, and she said very softly, but she was also extremely steady.

The torrential rain that had been falling outside for a few days seemed to have stopped, and the sunlight of the four fields gradually closed in, and through the window lattice, it swept into the pavilion, and a light fell that was neither light nor heavy.

Meng Jinghuai turned his head sharply.

His eyes were full of surprise and ecstasy, and he trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but he was afraid that he was hallucinating, which made Shen Zhihe look at the tip of his nose again.

Shen Zhihe had carefully hidden, hidden, and pressed this sentiment to the corner of his heart, not giving it light and rain, but it was still full of kudzu vines in the endless darkness, burrowing into every inch of her flesh and blood.

This is the young man she dreamed of.

How to be willing, how to be willing to let him be ruined.

"You...... What did you say? ”

Meng Jinghuai's throat was astringent, and there was a rare feeling of helplessness between his eyebrows, he grabbed Shen Zhihe's hand tightly, and looked at her eyes, full of mist.

Shen Zhihe stretched out his palm and slowly put his hand on Meng Jinghuai's palm.

She took a step forward, then raised her head, smiled lightly, and cast a mottled shadow, which was a spring color reflecting Fangfei:

"I said Ah Huai, the owner of the small shop in the south of the city has returned to his hometown, you used to say that you would learn art from him and cook it for me to eat, but now, does it still count?"

Meng Jinghuai only felt that the brutal killing beast that was suppressed in his heart, the fierce beast that devoured his emotions all the time, had quietly fallen to the ground and made no sound.

It has found its way home.

"Of course."

Meng Jinghuai's voice trembled, his eyes were firmly fixed on Shen Zhihe's face, and his eyes were like the sky had overturned the thick ink, and it was blurred, but the bright moon in it was already clear.

Shen Zhihe smiled, smiling clearly.

The two just looked at each other.

I don't know how long it took, and a soft gesture outside the pavilion pulled back the two people's minds, it was Ying'er:

"Young master, madam, the meal is ready."

Meng Jinghuai held Shen Zhihe's hand tightly and refused to let go of an inch, his eyes flashed with broken light, and the irrepressible ecstasy still filled his mind:

"Alright, let's go to dinner."

Shen Zhihe bowed his head, looking at his appearance, his willow eyebrows were crooked, and it was rare to reveal a bit of long-lost coquettishness.

Meng Jinghuai took it all in his eyes, and the big stone in his heart finally landed, and his Ah He came back.

Xu Shiying'er saw that there was no sound in the pavilion, hesitated for a while, and raised her voice and shouted:

"Madam, Prime Minister...... I also went home. ”

Both of them froze at the same time.

It's like coming out of the fog and back to reality.

A curtain of tents divides the warmth into the steep material, and the black rubble rises in the distance, and the molten gold of the dawn flows down.

"You don't have to think about that."

In the middle of the sound, Shen Zhihe finally opened her mouth, she retracted her slightly moving pupils, and gave the person with a panicked look in the face, with three points of firmness after breaking the cocoon:

"I'll take care of it."

Meng Jinghuai's heart finally rested back in place, he looked at Shen Zhihe deeply, not missing any trace of her subtle expression, and his eyebrows finally stretched.

Meng Jinghuai stretched out his hand, gently lifted the broken hair next to the ear in front of him, softly as if holding the treasure of the world, he was the most devout believer, only to hear him say:

"Okay."

"Do what you want."

Meng Jinghuai will wait, and he won't ask, what he wants to do is to protect Shen Zhihe, and then steadily, pull out the purple cloud bow in his hand-

The mountains and rivers will be flattened, and the wolf smoke will be added to Ah He as a half-flavored rouge, and the thousands of rivers and mountains behind her will be allowed to gallop.

After crossing mountains and rivers for three thousand miles, Shen Zhihe once carefully trapped himself in the cage, and now he is willing to break through the cocoon of himself and poke his head out, for Meng Jinghuai, this is enough.

She was willing to stay with her, and that was enough.