The great river outside Chenzhou is the source of water for the survival of the people in the vicinity, it has nurtured thousands of people of Dayuan, prospered one city after another, endured wars again and again, and suffered in silence in the passage of history.

Wen Moqing used to like that river very much, and he couldn't forget the happy days when the sassy girl would take him to the river to catch fish in the summer of the ninth year of Zhenghe, and now he hates the mother river that raised 40,000 people in Chenzhou, and he can't wait to drown in that river back then, instead of being rescued desperately by Tong Ruchu.

If it weren't for his carelessness in revealing his identity, if it wasn't for him leading the enemy family to flee all the way to the border of Chenzhou, if it weren't for his ignorance of water, he forced Tong Ruchu to carry him on his shoulders and go against the waves...... Then his favorite Uncle Tong would not have been frostbitten by the cold winter river, would not have been seriously ill and missed the fighter, and there would not have been a tragic tragedy of the women's army in the future, at least, it would not come so quickly.

The sound of tea falling into the cup and tumbling suddenly woke Wen Moqing up.

Strictly speaking, he didn't sleep, but leaned on the big chair to close his eyes and recuperate for a moment in the boredom of waiting, but he didn't want the distant memories that took a lot of effort to forget to come to the door at this time, which once again made him frown and unconsciously show a painful expression.

"Young Master Wen, are you not feeling well?" The gentleman who poured the tea asked with concern.

"It's fine." Wen Moqing straightened up and shook his head lightly, "What about Master?" Haven't you reported yet? ”

"Young Master Huiwen, I asked someone to ask just now, saying that the landlord had already gone to Zhuojun Ningxiang Garden before Sister Bisheng came back, and he would be able to come back in the next two days. Young Master Wen hasn't been back to the building for a long time, how many more days will he have to stay this time? On weekdays, I often hear several young masters complaining, especially Sister Bisheng, who really misses Young Master Wen very much! ”

The name Bi Sheng has reached the point where Wen Moqing feels bored when he hears it, but the little kid who has not been in the building for two years is very innocent, and Wen Moqing is inconvenient to look at him coldly, waving his hand to signal him to retreat, and then took the sword and got up to leave.

"Moqing, wait." Before he could go out, Song Zijie hurried over and blocked Wen Moqing. Song Zijie focused on pen and ink calligraphy and painting, and was not good at kung fu, he hesitantly glanced at the long sword in Wen Moqing's hand, and grunted in his throat: "That...... Although Master is not here, aren't our brothers still there? Why rush to go? Senior Brother Lan and I specially prepared a few jars of good wine two days ago, just waiting for you to come back and get together, you can't just give this little face, right? ”

Wen Moqing's eyebrows raised slightly.

The thirteen young masters of Junzilou are all proud disciples of Qiu Shushui, thirteen people have different temperaments and different specialties, although the relationship is not too bad but there is very little communication, especially the Song Zijie, who is quite a bit high, has been reluctant to have a deep friendship with several fellow disciples who dance swords and swords, and this meal is prepared a little strangely. But of course, it is impossible for Wen Moqing to refuse, after all, in terms of seniority, he still has to call Song Zijie a senior brother.

The Jade Dome Mountain is high and dangerous, the strange peaks are craggy and stacked, looking up from the foot of the mountain only to see the layers of strange stones and steep cliffs, only to know that there are more than 100 buildings hidden between the peaks and mountains, between each other or near or far; As the central symbol, the Junzi Tower is built on the high part of the mountainside, and the pavilion is huge and majestic, which is equivalent to the imperial capital of the imperial city.

Wen Moqing agreed to participate in the so-called "reception banquet" in the evening, and then returned to his room in the building, lying lazily on the couch with his arms as pillows, because of boredom, he unconsciously gave birth to a little sleepiness, and took a nap in a daze and then opened his eyes helplessly - his mind was too chaotic, and as soon as he closed his eyes, countless pictures would flash, sometimes it was Tong Ruchu who held him up in the glacier, sometimes it was Sang Ying who looked back and smiled, and more often it was a worry.

When he thought of his worries, his thin lips unconsciously smiled lightly.

Staring at the roof of the shed to survive two boring hours, when it was getting dark, Wen Moqing changed into clean clothes and went out, looking at the high main attic with some boredom. When I was a child, my brothers and sisters often played and drank together, and the place where they played was on the top floor of the main attic.

People change, and the more mature they are, the greater the differences.

When he walked into the main attic, Wen Moqing felt a little weird, the last time he returned from his errands, the children in the building just said hello and said hello, and did not say anything special, but this time, except for Song Zijie who inexplicably said that he wanted to get together for a drink, even those ordinary children had an abnormal attitude when they saw him, and they greeted each other with smiles and eyebrows, as if they were teasing the newly married daughter-in-law.

Don't you know what happened to him and Yan Yan?

Wen Moqing thought about it but denied the speculation - except for Bi Sheng's big mouth and big heart that couldn't hide his words, the children in the building are all very cautious people in their words and deeds, and Bi Sheng should not let outsiders know his "good news", let alone describe this fate very well, not to say that it is good to seduce him with words and worries, how can anyone be happy about it?

The moment he stepped into the attic on the top floor with full suspicion and pushed the door open, Wen Moqing almost thought that he was in the wrong place.

In my memory, the bright and spacious chapel was covered with red, red table seats, red candles, and red wedding balls hung high, just like a happy hall scene.

Someone married?

Before the guess that was quickly made was asked, Song Zijie, who was smiling and chanting, made Wen Moqing's heart cast a layer of foreboding, and then looked at Mu Jiuge, who was anxiously arguing with everyone on the side, cast a nervous gaze, Wen Moqing's heart was clear, and his face immediately sank: "What are you messing about?" ”

"What nonsense? Isn't everyone still doing it for your own good? ”

Song Zijie slammed the door shut, and pushed Wen Moqing hard and took two or three steps forward. The few people gathered in front saw Wen Moqing coming and immediately gave way to the sides, leaving a wide gap in the middle leading to the end of the chapel, at the end of which was an incense case covered with red cloth, two wide chairs tied to the joy ball, and on one of the chairs sat a woman in a big red wedding dress, and the head covered by the Xipa was obviously lowered.

Wen Moqing stopped abruptly and quietly clenched his fists.

"Song Zijie, what do you mean by this?"

The stereotypical and indifferent tone made the lively scene cold for a moment, and the children of Junzilou, who were happy and laughing a moment ago, looked at each other in surprise, or looked at Song Zijie suspiciously, and some people quietly glanced at Bi Sheng who was sitting in the chair.

Wen Moqing was obviously disrespectful to his senior brother by his name, Song Zijie's face changed slightly, and Shaoqing returned to the same as before: "What is there to be ashamed of?" Everyone knows that you and Bi Sheng have a marriage contract. Over the years, you have been running around, and you and Bisheng have been getting together less and leaving more, so you have no time to prepare for the marriage, so we discussed it and decided to take advantage of the day you come back to do the marriage for you, which can not only fulfill everyone's wishes, but also reassure the master. ”

"Wish? Whose heart? Senior Brother Song, yours or someone else's? Wen Moqing laughed angrily, glanced at Bi Sheng coldly, and his eyes were slightly cold while suppressing his anger, "Senior Brother Song has a heart to arrange, and I take this opportunity to make it clear - my marriage contract with Bi Sheng has been dissolved, and the marriage will be irrelevant in the future." ”

A burst of sighs erupted in the small hall shrouded in festive colors, no one expected Wen Moqing to say these words in public, and they didn't expect that this marriage arranged by Song Zijie and other young masters was actually unagreed by Wen Moqing.

There are only two women in the gentleman's building, Bi Xiao and Bi Sheng, and the lively and playful Bi Sheng has been a baby bump that the brothers hold in their hands and are afraid of falling and holding in their mouths. Back then, Bi Sheng made a fake marriage contract with Wen Moqing every day in order to hide from the night Haochuan, and the children of the gentleman's house knew about it, but almost everyone thought that these two people were a match made in heaven, and they should be together, and the paper marriage contract was undoubtedly true in their eyes. Now someone proposed to arrange a marriage for the two, which was expected by everyone, but Wen Moqing's attitude and reaction surprised everyone.

The first person to lose his breath was Zhan Qianyan, one of the thirteen young masters, seeing that Bi Sheng's shoulders trembled in the chair, Zhan Qianyan, who usually loved this little junior sister the most, was furious: "Wen Moqing, we just want to ask what you mean!" How many years have Bisheng waited for you to count, besides Bisheng, what other woman is willing to be obsessed with you for so long? In those years, you hooked up with foreign demon girls, and then people dumped you without saying goodbye, who served you tea and poured water every day to comfort you? Don't think that if Master spoils you, you can do whatever you want, dare to bully Bisheng, we don't care about you! ”

Seeing that the inexplicable marriage was about to turn into infighting, Mu Jiuge, who had just rushed back to the building, gasped, and hurriedly came to the middle to play a round: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, okay?" If you want to make trouble, you have to wait for Mo Qing to figure out what's going on! How can anyone suddenly arrange a marriage without a word of notice? Mu Jiuge turned around and kept making his eyes, and pushed Wen Moqing outward: "Let's go, Moqing, I'll have a good chat with you, what a misunderstanding, don't hurt the ...... of the same family."

"What did Senior Brother Mu stop him for? Where is the misunderstanding? Wen Moqing hadn't spoken yet, but Song Zijie jumped out and pointed at Mu Jiuge and retorted loudly, "Bisheng is something we grew up watching, she likes Moqing is not a matter of one or two days, and everyone can see how much she has to pay for it, why should this girl and that girl be wronged every once in a while?" Wen Moqing, if you are a man, think about it, where can the demon girl of Qinglian King compare with Bi Sheng? She will only use clever words to confuse men, which is worse than the dusty woman in the green building! ”

Mu Jiuge's face changed suddenly, and he wanted to hold down Wen Moqing's hand, but his movements were slightly slower, and the snow-white sword light rose up at an astonishing speed, leaving a long and gorgeous afterimage in everyone's sight and then annihilating in an instant, leaving only the piercing sword groan and the wooden chair that broke violently.

Draw swords between the same door, this is a taboo in the gentleman's building.

Lou Qianhan, the only one in the Junzi Building who could suppress Wen Moqing, was not present, Wen Moqing was like a killing god to everyone, and the sword light rose and fell silently, in exchange for everyone to retreat in surprise.

"Warm and affectionate! Are you—Are you going to rebel?! ”

"Presumptuous! Ink! How can you make a move on Senior Brother Song! ”

Angry reprimands paused, one by one, sentences were endless, but Wen Moqing just sneered. Shaking his wrist and putting the sword into the sheath, the bone joints of his clenched fist were raised high, as cold and hard as Wen Moqing's tone: "I haven't seen it, what qualifications do you have to comment on it?" Before figuring out what kind of person Liwu is, who dares to say half a bad word about her, even if she is the same door, I will not show mercy! ”