The Milky Way is swaying, it is the moon through the clouds and smoke emitting a condensed light, the moat is full of people, the river lantern is a few points brighter than the stars in the sky, it is the traditional night of the river lantern in Luoyang Qingming Festival.

"Ma'am, it's yours."

Ying'er straightened up and handed over a lotus-shaped river lamp.

Shen Zhihe stood at the bottom of the stone bridge, and when he heard this, he raised his hand to take it, and folded a portrait on the inside of the lotus, with the meaning of praying for good health.

The wine shop by the river is not far from the stone bridge, the guests are full of doors, many are women, all of them poke their heads in front of the window to look at the various river lamps in the stream, the jade fingers hold the lanterns, stroke their hands and frolic around, and the pleasant voice trembles with the flowers and branches, causing the lights to flicker.

"What about him?" The light faintly reflected half of her face, and Shen Zhihe stared at the river lamp in his hand, his eyes dim.

Ying'er took the fire fold from the little maid on the side, and carefully lit the lotus river lamp, the lamp was very long, and before she could answer, she raised her eyes and saw the owner of the question, and chuckled:

"Young Master is behind you."

Shen Zhihe was stunned, his eyes were gone, and when he turned to look, he saw Meng Jing looking at him with a smile on his eyebrows, carrying a river lamp, and the lotus petals were falling.

"Aren't they all ready?" Shen Zhihe looked at the river lamp in his hand that had one more silk yarn shade than himself, and said in a glutinous voice, "Why did you buy a new one?" ”

Meng Jinghuai was dressed in dark blue clothes, which provoked the surrounding female relatives to be in turmoil, he flicked his sleeves, lifted the lamp in his hand, and the candlelight lined his eyebrows:

"The old man who sold river lanterns said that this was a lotus lantern made by his wife, and he and his wife had been married for decades, and they met on this Qingming lantern night."

The willow breeze was blowing by the river, Shen Zhihe was holding the little lotus lantern, and the handkerchief in his hand was tighter, and she asked back, "So what?" ”

"They have grown old because of this acquaintance," the moonlight poured down through the willow leaves, softening Meng Jinghuai's eyebrows, and he stepped forward, "I think this meaning is very good, so I bought one more for you." ”

"You believe that." The crisp fragrance came over, and Shen Zhihe crashed into his clear and deep eyes, and his heartbeat was half a beat faster.

"Anything that has to do with you, I believe it." Meng Jinghuai's eyelashes drooped slightly, as if trying to see something in Shen Zhihe's eyes, but the latter dodged in a hurry and turned sideways.

He bowed his head, the light in his eyes dimmed by half a minute, and the bright lights on the moat burned through the ten-mile long street, and it couldn't warm the cold mist in his eyes.

Halfway, Meng Jinghuai sighed lightly, wiped a stiff smile, and turned to face the moat: "Old people often say that making a wish before putting the river lantern will work, Ah He, what are your wishes?" ”

"It doesn't work if you say it, does it?"

Shen Zhihe asked softly, and when he saw that the people around him didn't answer, he quietly raised his eyes, only to see Meng Jinghuai closing his eyes, full of piety, as if he was making a wish.

When he flickered, Meng Jinghuai opened his eyes, just met Shen Zhihe's eyes, and his tone was a little covetous: "You peek at me." ”

The city river under the silver moon was reflected by all kinds of river lights, Shen Zhihe turned his head, the tassel beads hit the sideburns and sounded a cold, she pulled the hem of her skirt and squatted down, and gently put down the lamp in her hand along the river.

"You don't want to know what I have promised?" Meng Jinghuai saw that she was silent, and also squatted down and put the lotus river lantern away.

The surface of the lake is like silk, hiding the turbulence, but the world sees only the light of the light.

"And what did you wish?" The sound of the wind, the wide sleeves flew with the wind, Shen Zhihe stood up and followed Meng Jinghuai's words and asked.

Today, she is too docile.

Meng Jinghuai didn't delve into this fleeting thought, but also stood up and straightened the folds on his clothes, and his lips smiled.

"I wanted the fireworks in the world, I wanted the lonely courage on the battlefield, but then I thought about it......" Meng Jinghuai's tone paused slightly, turned around, the Buddha bell on his waist rang crisply, and his soul returned to his true spirit, "I still want my Ah He the most." ”

The light of the night outlined the affection in his thrush-like eyes.

Shen Zhihe was looking at him, and the sheared water and autumn pupils were full of sparse night, mixed with indescribable affection: "You fought for two years...... Have you ever been hurt? ”

It's like I've endured it in my heart a thousand times, and finally I asked.

"It's all minor injuries."

It was rare to hear her mention the past, Meng Jinghuai's heart boiled, and his eyes looked at each other, as if he was afraid that Shen Zhihe would be frightened, and added, "How can a man not be injured when he fights." ”

"Does it hurt when the sword cuts?" Shen Zhihe's voice was extremely low.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that those scars are a little scary, and they don't get in the way." Meng Jinghuai's eyebrows moved slightly, and the delicate apricot eyes in his eyes were rippling, which can be called a charming and charming sentence.

Shen Zhihe's gaze swept over the Buddha bell on Meng Jinghuai's waist, and shook her eyes: "You still have this Buddha bell, or I went to Lanruo Temple to ask for it for you back then." ”

"You said that you would like to be accompanied by this bell and bless me with a triumphant return," Meng Jinghuai saw that he stroked the Buddha bell on his waist, his eyebrows loosened, and he obviously fell into memory, "How dare I forget." ”

The crowd on the bank of the river gradually dispersed, and the night whimpered, like a creeping beast, waiting for the rising sun to come, screaming to wake up the sleeping mountains and rivers again.

"It's late at night, let's go home." The thoughts in Shen Zhihe's heart faded, and he picked a bend of willow leaves, "I have to hurry tomorrow." ”

"Good ......"

Meng Jinghuai put down the Buddha bell he was pinching, and before the words fell, the tips of his ears suddenly moved, and the waves of his eyes faded, and the sharp sound of the arrow breaking through the air caused the people who had not left to be instantly frightened, and they dispersed in a hurry.

"Be careful!" Meng Jinghuai took Shen Zhihe into his arms, and the saber on his waist was unsheathed in an instant, and his sharpness was compelling.

The people had already fled in all directions, and the assassin in a veiled face was dressed as dark as night and descended from the bridge, and the moment Meng Jing unsheathed his sword, the secret guards from all over the place followed, and the two sides fought, only to see the flash of the sword.

Meng Jinghuai tightly protected Shen Zhihe behind him, and his anger was all discharged, Shen Zhihe tightly grabbed the belt around his waist, and let him take him away from the river, his eyes trembling.

The cries and whimpering were all far away with the halberd, and the red smell around them choked people's noses.

"Don't be afraid." Meng Jinghuai used his sword to block a few arrows that broke through the air, and the cold sword qi stirred up the wind and clouds, and his tone was heavy, and he did not forget to comfort the person in his arms.

The dust around him floated, but Shen Zhihe, who was being protected, was not contaminated in the slightest.

"Huangkou Xiao'er, return the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in our division—" The leading assassin sensed Meng Jinghuai's intentions, and broke away from the battle and galloped over.

Shen Zhihe's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes suddenly, only to see that the assassin's neckline was particularly conspicuous, and his eyes flowed, stroking the curl on the outside of the blue silk on his waist, and pinching it fiercely.

Meng Jinghuai took a few steps back, pushed Shen Zhihe to the carriage, held the handle and sneered: "Which one of his subordinates is defeated?" Dare to go wild with me. ”

The assassin's sword was shining brightly, and it was instantaneous: "The one who killed you! ”

After that, he went straight to Meng Jinghuai's heart.

The two swords were entangled, the assassin obviously had the upper hand, Meng Jinghuai's sword aura with anger was enough to crush a mortal to pieces, the assassin took a step back, and his eyes flashed over the people behind the carriage.

Meng Jinghuai's palm of luck hurt his heart, and he showed no mercy, just waiting for a sword to seal his throat, but the man avoided it sideways, and the hand that had been clenched was raised, and his eyes were full of white ash.

Meng Jinghuai took two steps back, the sword light slowed down for half a moment, and the assassin found a gap and stabbed with a sword—

Feeling that someone slammed down in front of his chest, Meng Jinghuai's breath stagnated for a moment, and just as he was thinking about luck, the assassin flipped his wrist as if he had expected it, and the long sword in his hand avoided Meng Jinghuai, and stabbed sideways into the man's abdomen.

"Ahe—"

The white ashes dispersed, Meng Jinghuai saw the face of the person in his arms clearly, the monstrous anger surged, the sword waved, and there was a hunting wind between the heavens and the earth, which was the roar of the gods.

Instantly pierced the Assassin's throat and throat.

The assassin fell to the ground, Meng Jinghuai hugged Shen Zhihe tightly, looking at the bright red in her belly with a shocked face, his eyes were split, he was so panicked for the first time but he didn't know what to do, he half knelt on the ground, and only caressed the face of the person in his arms tightly:

"Crane! Ahe—"

The five internal organs seemed to be tightly entangled and couldn't breathe, the bone pain was like being in an extremely cold ice cellar, and the bloody breath filled the entire nasal cavity, Shen Zhihe's eyes flickered, and finally condensed into Meng Jinghuai's eyebrows:

"You're lying to me again......"

"I just asked you...... You said it clearly...... Say it doesn't hurt ......"