"Something has happened in the palace recently, it's very messy, but fortunately it doesn't have much to do with me. In fact, Chu Ci said that the more chaotic the better, and if the chaos happens, the emperor will not have time to pay attention to me, so I have time to write to you. ”

"Is the weather okay over there in Anzhou? It always rains in the imperial capital, and it is rare to have sunny days. I prepared a lot of summer clothes for you before, but unfortunately you didn't bring them when you left in a hurry, and now I put them in the side room, and I don't know if I have a chance to see you put them on. ”

"I dreamed of you last night, with the son. To be honest, I'm always worried that Shizi will bully you, and I usually think it's funny to watch you quarrel and fight, but in front of Shizi, you seem to be very weak. ”

I have read the neatly written letters one hundred and eighty times, not to mention that I am familiar with them by heart, and I always feel unbearable when I think about whether I should burn or tear up these letters and say goodbye to the past completely. Wen Moshu is good, she has always engraved it in her heart, but she doesn't know how to respond except for making a promise.

When she realized that the infatuation she had had was not pure, and that there was still a huge difference in concept between the two, the idea of continuing the front edge had been cut off.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have watched these things early in the morning, I originally wanted to kill my boredom, but the more I watched, the more depressed I became. Yan Liwu put away Nobunaga's breath, stood up and stretched, and the sound of the windmill next to him brought a sense of comfort, somewhat offsetting some of the boredom.

Since Wen Moqing left the day before, she has been in a state of uneasiness, unable to tell whether it is worry or loneliness, so that she can't sleep all night, and when the day is about to dawn, she can't lie down anymore, and gets up early to sit outside by the small pond to pass the time.

It is still uncertain how to deal with the delicate relationship with Wen Moqing.

The morning breeze swept through the clear water and spilled obliquely, and a few drops of water splashed down on the upper of Yan Li's shoes, Yan Li was stunned, and it took a long time to feel the slightest coolness on the skin, and when he bent down to wipe the annoying water stains, he suddenly found the ink-colored clothes floating silently not far behind him.

Tong Ruchu's legs are dead, and he must rely on a wheelchair to travel, it can't be him; Chu Jiu's clothes are all light and pale plain, and it can't be her; The top of the mountain like a paradise belongs to the protection scope of the Junzi Tower, and ordinary people can't come up at all, so there is only one person who may appear here.

The irritability in his heart dissipated suddenly, and he straightened up and turned around happily: "Why did you go back so quickly-"

The words came to an abrupt end.

Behind her is not Wen Moqing who she expects to appear, but Wen Moqing has the same relationship with Wen Moqing, who is also the young master of the Junzi Mansion but the person who can't tolerate her the most, the main building of the Ranxue Pavilion is shallow and cold.

"What are you doing here?" Of course, Yan Liwu knew that Lou Qianhan was not here to play with her, so he was put on alert, and subconsciously stepped back, but he found that there was already the edge of the pond behind him.

Lou Qianhan stood in place and did not approach, his hands behind his back, and a pair of eyes that were born with a thin color were not shocked: "What I said, you don't seem to take it seriously." ”

At that time, in Qinglian Palace after the fire, Lou Qianhan told Yan Liwu very clearly to keep her away from Wen Moqing, otherwise she would be killed. These words are naturally remembered, but now it is different from the past, now she has long gotten rid of the identity of the Qinglian King, and she is no longer a greenhouse Jiaohua who chases Wen Moshu behind but wants Wen Moqing to protect her, she doesn't understand, why these people in Junzilou still refuse to accept her? She didn't want to get involved in the warmth, so she did her best to keep the distance between the two, wasn't that enough to appease their disgust?

Gritting his teeth, Yan Liwu puffed up his chest: "Why should I stay away from Wen Moqing?" I didn't harm him or anyone else, I just wanted to find a way to live, what's the point of targeting me five times or three times? ”

"Against you? Do you have this qualification? Lou Qianhan raised his hand, and threw the bulging silver bag at Yan Liwu's feet, "Leave Qixian Mountain before sunset today, and three days later, if you are still on the territory of Cangwu County, I will not give you a third chance." ”

"I'm not leaving."

The categorical tone made Lou Qianhan slightly displeased, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows were cold, but he didn't say a word but could vividly reflect the meaning of the threat.

This kind of ruthless killing, taking human lives as a way of survival, no matter who sees it, will be afraid. Yan Liwu has always felt this way for Lou Qianhan, but she didn't intend to retreat, and her voice became louder and more resolute in the face of that cold gaze.

"I promised Wen Moqing to wait for him to come back, at least until I explain the situation to him, I won't leave here."

Lou Qianhan remembers that when she first saw Yan Li, her eyes were full of panic and fear, trying to find the protection of others like all ordinary women; Just a few months later, when she came face to face with him again, the sense of weakness that disgusted him was gradually disappearing, replaced by courage and firmness, and the younger brother Wen Moqing, who had grown up with him since childhood, was actually seven points like him.

Yan Li's answer made Lou Qianhan a little surprised, but this was not enough to be a reason for his subordinates to be merciful, and after a short delay, Lou Qianhan did not hesitate to make a move, carrying the wind and glimpsing, and his fingers like iron tongs were tightly wrapped around Yan Liwu's neck.

The disparity in martial arts made Yan Liwu not plan to dodge or resist at all, she knew that even if she tried her best, she was not Lou Qianhan's opponent, if he came with killing intent, then she would definitely not see the world the next day.

However, Yan Liwu didn't think that Lou Qianhan would do this, although it was not the first time that he threatened, but when did he really do it? If Lou Qianhan really thought about Wen Moqing, he would definitely not want to make Wen Moqing miserable because of this, or even grudge with him.

Of course, this kind of luck-like adventure has a gambling nature, and if the guess is wrong, Lou Qianhan will most likely eradicate her without blinking.

Luck seems to be slightly biased towards the side of Yan Liwu, Lou Qianhan has already held her life in the palm of her hand, but she has not made a killer for a long time, and her black eyes do not reveal the slightest true feelings, nor do they preach the slightest hesitation, teaching people to guess what the murderous Pavilion Master of the Ranxue Pavilion is thinking.

"Miss Yan, why don't you call me when a guest comes?"

The peaceful voice broke the silence of life and death, and behind Lou Qianhan, Tong Ruchu in a wheelchair was smiling, and the scroll on his lap was rustling in the wind, as if he didn't see the crisis that was happening.

Lou Qianhan tilted his head slightly, and stared at Yan Liwu for a moment before letting go of his hand, his expression did not change as if he was frozen from beginning to end, and even when he turned to face Tong Ruchu, he still had that numb expression.

"Haven't you been here in a few years, Asaken? Don't sit down a little longer? Tong Ruchu seemed to have seen nothing, and laughed at Lou Qianhan, who was still attacking Yan Xian just now, "I always heard Moqing say that you are very busy, and it is not easy to see each other, it seems that today is my luck." ”

Lou Qianhan was silent for a while, and hugged his fists respectfully towards Lou Qianhan, but he still said little, and only lightly threw out a few words: "I don't want to bother, I'll talk about it another day." ”

After that, the dark figure stepped into the wind, as abrupt as when it came.

Tong Ruchu looked at Lou Qianhan's back and shook his head with a wry smile: "It's still the same, I don't like to talk, but my mind is more delicate than anyone else." Looking back at the stunned Yan Liwu, and then looking at the slowly fading red mark on his neck, Tong Ruchu smiled slightly: "Miss Yan is not strange for the shallow cold, this child has been closely guarding Xiaoqing since he was a child, but he has to block everything that may be unfavorable to Xiaoqing, worrying too much, and there is no malice." ”

Yan Li lowered his head, stared blankly at the young grass that was trampled on the ground, and his voice was so light that he seemed to say to himself: "Is my existence really bad for Wen Moqing......

It is really cruel for a helpless woman to ask such a question to herself, Tong Ruchu's eyes were a little pity, and after a while, she regained a gentle smile: "Miss Yan should ask herself another question, if you are gone, will it be beneficial to Xiaoqing?" ”

Words are becoming more and more confused.

If she is gone, or has never appeared, will Wen Moqing be with Bi Sheng, or will she renew her old friendship with Helian Ming? It seems impossible to do both. But what is her existence? She depends on him, he protects her in an ambiguous relationship, she can make him smile, and she can make him fall out with his fellow students.

As Yan Li's confused expression worsened, Tong Ruchu's sigh became longer: "Miss Yan, don't think about this problem." Putting aside the feelings of Xiaoqing for the time being, Miss Yan might as well tell me, what kind of person is Xiaoqing to Miss Yan? How important is he to Miss Yan? ”

"Yes...... It's a very important person, and like Bi Xiao, they are all friends I don't want to hurt. Yan Liwu's eyes were scattered, desperately searching for words in his mind, trying to describe his complex feelings, "I feel at ease when I'm with him, although I know I shouldn't stick to him and run around, but I don't know where else to go except for him......"

"Heaven and earth are so big, it's not easy to find a place to live? If Miss Yan wants to, she can settle down in a small village in the countryside, and there is no difficulty in this; The reason why she followed Xiaoqingtian and Nanbei around, Miss Yan should have other reasons. I won't reveal half a word to Xiaoqing today, so Miss Yan can rest assured to say what is in her heart - why are you willing to follow Xiaoqing? Does Miss Yan really only regard Xiaoqing as a friend in her heart? Little affection, can Miss Yan feel it? ”

Tong Ruchu only asked questions instead of persuading, but these questions were sharper than one another, one more critical than the other, and the peaceful tone had a greater sense of oppression than the sharp questioning, forcing the words to leave the worry and panic, and the answers that they didn't dare to think about and didn't want to think about on weekdays lost their restraint and ran out of the deepest part of their hearts.

"I understand, I understand what a lot of what he said, and I know that I'm making excuses for not leaving him, and I'm lying to myself that I don't have anything to ......."

The voice of the voice of worry became weaker and weaker.

How could she not understand Wen Moqing's intentions? His tolerance, his thoughtfulness, his smile, and his endless bullying, those are all his silent conveyance! She just didn't dare to admit it, she was afraid to face it, and would rather close her eyes and take his gentleness as a joke than think about how to bear this feeling.

Chaos and haste are exactly the reactions that Tong Ruchu wants to see from Yan Li's worried eyes, take a deep breath, bend her eyes and smile quietly: "So, does Miss Yan like little love?" ”

Like it, don't like it, you can say frankly in front of Wen Moqing where is the courage to like Wen Moshu? Yan Li's hand trembled a little, and it was not until he drew enough strength from Tong Ruchu's gentle eyes and smile that the tremor turned into courage, and poured out the words and pain buried in his heart.

"Yes, I like Wen Moqing and want to be with him." Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, a hint of pain flashed in his bright eyes, "But, I can't do that." ”