CHAPTER XXXI

The next day, the sun slanted in, the house was full of warm breath, the empty room only the fragrance burned quietly, some smoky, making people drowsy, the paper window was supported by a small wooden stick at an angle, and some cool air flow in slowly.

Mu Yan's eyelids moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and he covered it with the back of his hand a few times, and slowly 'woke up'.

The Yiyuan Hall was empty, quietly looking a little empty, Mu Yan got up, picked up the clean clothes placed on the bedside, and draped them on his body casually, the wound on his wrist was a little itchy, and he was carefully bandaged, and he couldn't see the wound inside and out.

Mu Yan got up, looked around, and was a little vague under his feet, "Is no one there?" ”

It seemed to be a meaningless sentence, echoing in the house a few times, and it was drowned in the crisp birdsong, Mu Yan's brows frowned slightly, facing the bronze mirror, pulling up his hair with an ordinary wooden hairpin, pushing open the door, and walking out.

"Uh......" The two little eunuchs who were a little tired standing at the door, a little sleepy from being illuminated by such a sun, just sighed, and saw Mu Yan walking out with vague steps, his mouth opened, he didn't know what to call it, he watched Mu Yan come out in shock, and forgot to stop it.

Mu Yan just glanced at them lightly, his body was soft, and he moved forward little by little, and the two little eunuchs on duty were stunned to see Mu Yan leave their sight, and the steps under their feet moved a few times before they stopped in place.

I don't know if the sun is too bright, and the wound is a little uncomfortable from being sunburned, Mu Yan covered the wound with his hand, and the pain was relieved a little, and he moved forward aimlessly.

The grass and trees in the palace, and even the bricks and tiles of those palaces, are so familiar, even the green leaves on the fallen ground can also evoke memories.

His eyes were a little ethereal, looking at the blue sky, except for a few sparrows flying over, chirping, and it was quiet outside.

"Isn't this the same guy from yesterday?" A few maids who were cleaning in the courtyard put down the brooms in their hands and muttered about the discussion from a distance.

Yesterday's events had already spread all over the palace, and there were almost no secrets in the palace, and even the matter of Su Yuan's grounding had reached the ears of those people, I don't know who passed it on, but I didn't dare to discuss it in private, for fear that because of my curiosity, I would take my own life.

Mu Yan's eyes had lost focus, and they were a little scattered, and his eyes probably fell on the maids, who hurriedly took the things in their hands and dispersed one after another.

The steps under his feet seemed to be manipulated, and when Mu Yan came back to his senses, he found that he had walked to the Yilan Palace, a place that he was very familiar with.

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, those memories rushed in, accumulating into some flipped pictures in his mind, the wind was a little stronger, blowing away the memories in front of him, Mu Yan blinked, and all his emotions were blown away in the air by the wind.

Standing far away outside the Yilan Palace, the door is a little barren, there is no previous liveliness, there are a few guards standing sparsely, there are some weeds at the base of the wall, and the sparsely populated one seems a little lonely.

The afternoon sun is scorching, but the light seems to be unable to penetrate it, it seems a little cold, and the surrounding buildings are a little dilapidated by the wind and sun, and the cobwebs entwined on it are refracting colors in the sun, staggering and tilting.

Mu Yan stood in the shade of the tree, those layers of leaves, somewhat blocking the dazzling sunlight, a large shade down, the skin burns were only a little lessened.

The trees in front are hidden, those wide branches cover the scenery in front of them, and a back can be vaguely seen, slightly lonely, standing there alone, I don't know what I am pondering, and I haven't moved my position for a long time.

Mu Yan glanced over, and the somewhat thin voice and shadow fell into his eyes, and he recognized it at once-it was Yin Chenglu.

There were no guards around, and there were no maids supporting things that blocked the sun, just alone, and in the sun, it looked a little desolate and lonely.

The sunlight obviously sent those rays down, but Yin Chenglu's body didn't feel a lot of warmth, the weeds around him grew wildly, and the place had lost its original noise, and it was a little barren.

There are special people to clean the palace around, except for some leaves that have been blown off by the wind, the surroundings are clean, only the cobwebs in the corners of the walls, still announcing their own territory.

Mu Yan looked at the back and stood for a while, sighed invisibly, and approached closer, the dry branches under his feet were trampled on with a crisp sound, and the leaves were rustling.

Yin Chenglu had long been aware of the people who were approaching, and the sound of those stepping on the branches of the trees was also clearly transmitted to his ears, his eyes were still empty, and he did not look back at the people who looked at him.

When Mu Yan was a few steps away from Yin Chenglu, he stopped, silently did not make a sound, and stared at a certain place, the skirt was blown up, and then the folds were smoothed out again, and it returned to silence.

The two of them were very tacit and did not make a sound, and in this silence, there seemed to be another emotion surging.

There are some rustling around, the sound of stirring the grass, I don't know if it is those unknown small animals, shuttling in the grass, which can be regarded as adding a bit of vitality to this silence, and it is not so bleak and silent.

Mu Yan walked forward a few times and walked to Yin Chenglu's side, Yin Chenglu's side face had sharp edges and corners, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were jumping on his eyelashes warmly.

Yin Chenglu's brows seemed to be locked in some trivial matters, and he wrinkled tightly, and there was a touch of depth in his eyes, which was dark and bottomless.

Mu Yan stretched out his slender hand, and the wide sleeves slipped down because of the action of raising his arm, revealing delicate skin, as well as white dazzling gauze, clearly announcing his existence on his wrist.

There was a slight coolness on the fingertips, touching Yin Chenglu's forehead, gently smoothing out the wrinkles caused by those frowns, Yin Chenglu unconsciously stepped back a little distance, and then stopped, letting Mu Yan's smoothing action without stopping.

The wrinkles on his forehead disappeared a little under Mu Yan's hand, and Mu Yan withdrew his hand Yin Chenglu felt that the place where he was touched just now seemed to have a slight cool feeling, and some faint fragrance was wrapped around the tip of his nose, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

"Why is you alone here in a daze?" Mu Yan's voice was soft, and with the warm wind, it blew into Yin Chenglu's heart, and those coldness were blown away a little.

"Seeing that the weather is better, I will come out and take a casual walk." Because of these words, Yin Chenglu's heart had some small waves, like a pebble on the sea, and then returned to its original calm.

"Yes, this kind of weather is the best time to come out and see the scenery outside." Although he heard the perfunctory meaning, Mu Yan pretended not to hear it, squinted slightly, and looked up at the scorching sun.

"I've been here in a daze for so long, do you remember something very important?" Mu Yan pretended to be unintentional and asked, slightly blocking the sunlight with the back of his hand, and looking at the overgrown places.

Yin Chenglu didn't answer, his eyes didn't look at Mu Yan who was speaking, but stared at the somewhat dilapidated palace in a daze, the wall paint of the palace was a little peeling, revealing the gray-white wall skin, and there were a few birds standing on the eaves, snuggling up to each other, chirping crisply.

"I guess, probably some kind of old person, if you are in a bad mood, you can look at the bright sunshine outside, or you can talk to someone else, maybe your heart will be better."

The back of Mu Yan's hand was scorched with some red marks, his eyes stared at Yin Chenglu, and his voice became softer and softer, like a small river flowing through it, repairing those dry and cracked places little by little.

Yin Chenglu's eyes fluctuated a little, and if he didn't answer, it didn't mean that he couldn't hear those words, but that those words had different twists and turns in his heart, and there was a trace of touch in his heart.

"No matter what it is, it will pass eventually, after all, the days are still moving forward, it's better to live happily, everything will be fine."

Seeing the fluctuations on Yin Chenglu's face, Mu Yan remained silent, as if he was unintentional, just to appease Yin Chenglu, under such a warm sun, Yin Chenglu was actually in a trance.

The person in front of him, I don't know if it's because of the sunshine, or if it's ancient and similar, overlapping with those broken shadows in my heart, I can't tell whether it's reality or illusion.

"Okay, it's going to be okay." Yin Chenglu's eyes and Mu Yan looked at each other, and nodded gently, in response to what Mu Yan just said, the darkness under his eyes was broken, fluctuating and undulating.

Outside this dilapidated palace, there were only two people left, those unrelated guards, who dared to stay here, except for a few guarding outside, the rest were scattered, and the whole palace and those laughter outside became a stark contrast.

Yin Chenglu's heart was moved, although he didn't say anything, but Mu Yan still noticed a slight change, the leaves rustled for such a scene, and a few leaves fell from time to time, which could be regarded as a foil.

Mu Yan took the initiative to take a few steps forward, his arm opened an arc, surrounding Yin Chenglu, and the faint fragrance on his body, accompanied by the smell of herbs on his wrists, surrounded Yin Chenglu together, and he did not dodge.

Leaned his head on Yin Chenglu's chest, the length of his arm was not enough to completely hug Yin Chenglu, but this kind of hug was also close to the distance between the two people.

"No matter how much pain you have in your heart, I am willing to be your healing medicine."

Mu Yan said word by word, his voice flowed smoothly into Yin Chenglu's ears, and the sun seemed to be a little hotter again.