The rain in Apocalypse City has been falling intermittently for half a year, since the beginning of spring to this June, it seems to be the tears of the daughter's family, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes stopping and sometimes resting.

At the beginning of the year, there was a heavy snowfall for a month, and people almost forgot what shape the sun looks like, whether it is round or square.

It was once rumored that the sky was not visible, but the late Emperor Lian was uneasy. These words spread to the inner palace, Yin Chenglu was furious, and beheaded dozens of rumor-mongers in public at the entrance of the vegetable market, the tragic situation was no less than the Huo's rebellion that day, and more than 120 Huo's doors were beheaded one by one with the name of "committing chaos and plotting misdeeds", and the blood flowed all over the city. Every time I thought about this, the people in the city were panicked, and no one dared to mention the word "Emperor Lian".

Mo Yu passed by the old house of the Huo family, the door with the paint off was closed, the outside of the door was dirty and messy, and occasionally a few fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, startling the three or two crows perched on the beam, flapping their wings and flying away from this place - this place where even beggars dare not parasitize and is called a "ghost house". Mo Yu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, what is the Huo family's crime?

It's just that the winner is the prince and the loser, and the political problem is really a headache, who can tell if it's right or wrong? Who dares to say that the saints are persecuting their own brothers and seeking power and usurping the throne today?

But what does this have to do with him, a sour scholar who is so poor that he can only rely on telling stories in teahouses and taverns in exchange for some wine money?

Mo Yu tilted his head and poured the last two sips of wine from the jug. "Why is it gone?" As if he didn't believe it, he poured the flask and shook it, and there was really not a drop left.

You know, he is better off than dead without the drinking party, so he sped up his pace and hurried home.

The only dilapidated thatched hut on the outskirts of the city is Mo Yu's home, a world of its own, incompatible with the bustling and extravagant Apocalypse City. Occasionally, people who traveled into the city came to the door to ask for two bowls of water to drink, and no one bothered them.

Only a few dozen steps from home, it rained again, and the rain "crackled" on the oiled paper covering the roof, and fell into the sink under the eaves and flowed into the vegetable patch outside the fence wall.

She stood under the eaves, her gaze fixed on the direction where Mo Yu was.

Mo Yu tilted his head and looked back, but there was no one else.

So, is she looking at him?

The woman was dressed in a red dress with a vertical collar, her long hair hung down from her shoulders, she had half of her makeup, red plums on her forehead, and her eyebrows were sad and not easy to show.

It is the red plum makeup that the women of Tianqi City and even the entire Dayin compete to follow, but it is just a woman who imitates Dongshi, and can shine in the world with red plum as a forehead ornament, only the former Emperor Lian's favorite concubine - Mu Yan.

And she died half a year ago.

Mo Yu raised his voice and shouted into the house: "Rouge, why don't you invite guests into the house?" "Maybe it's cloudy, that girl is lazy and still sleeping.

Walking outside the door, her shoes and socks had already been wet with rain, but the woman in red was clearly drenched in the rain but didn't think so, and what surprised Mo Yu even more was that she had not been stained with a drop of rain all over her body.

Rouge poked out half of his head and glanced left and right: "Mr. is dazzled, isn't he?" When do you come? As he spoke, he opened the door and welcomed Mo Yu in. I just warmed the wine, and seeing that it was getting late, no, the gentleman came back. Rouge poured wine for Mo Yu," Mr. ate first, and stewed meat soup in the pot. ”

Mo Yu looked out through the gap in the window paper, and the woman was still standing under the eaves, her brows furrowed, as if she had endless grief to tell him.

"Why doesn't this wine taste right?"

Rouge, who was busy watching the fire inside, said angrily: "Mr. is a messy mouth, isn't it?" This is the wine of the Chen Family Winery, which is my favorite drink. ”

Mo Yu put down the cup and made an angry look: "I'm afraid you're blinded by that blind man." ”

Rouge didn't see that Mo Yu was joking, so she hurriedly wiped her hands and came out with a wine glass close to her nose and sniffed, she didn't understand wine, and she couldn't smell any difference, she just looked at the rain outside, took an umbrella, and went out with an empty wine jug.

"Sir, wait a minute, I'll go find the blind man Chen to settle accounts." Rouge knew in his heart that Mo Yu couldn't do without wine, let alone drinking wine with the wrong taste. After taking two steps, he turned back and shouted inside: "Sir, when the fire is extinguished, the meat soup in the pot can be eaten, and then it will melt." ”

Mo Yu smiled, tilted his neck, and drank the contents of the cup. Seeing that Rouge was walking away, he opened the door and welcomed the woman outside the house.

The woman sat down calmly, and Mo Yu handed her the wine jug, but she didn't answer.

"I've heard that your wine can make people forget their past, but I don't want to forget." The woman's voice was as fresh as a sweet spring, but it had no temperature, like the snow blowing in winter.

Mo Yu smiled, it seemed that his conjecture was not wrong. He could see her, but Rouge couldn't, and there was only one explanation for that - she wasn't human. She has red plums on her forehead, like nature, if it weren't for Mu Yan, who else would there be?

"If I guessed correctly, you are the favorite concubine of Emperor Lian in the past, right?"

When it comes to "Emperor Lian", the woman is a little distracted, but it is only a fleeting sadness.

"You can guess who I am, and you should know what I'm coming from, right?"

"I don't know!" Mo Yu was silent for a moment, "You won't drink my wine, I don't know what else I can do for you." ”