"You're not going to stay in the Imperial Capital anymore? Isn't that ......" After listening to Wen Moshu's words, Yan Liwu was not moved by his efforts to tears, but stared at him incredibly with wide eyes, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

Wen Moqing told her that Wen Moshu was an ambitious person, and Chu Ci would do his best to assist him in order to help him win the throne, otherwise how could he remind her three times and twice not to interfere with Wen Moshu's determination and pace? What would the other women do when they heard that the prince was willing to give up the country for himself, she didn't know what she was worried about, she only knew her own mind - although she also longed for a carefree and unrestrained ordinary life, but after experiencing so many things, she knew that it was just a dream that was difficult to come true, and if Wen Moshu gave up her position of power, it was likely to end in tragedy.

"Your Highness just said that Wen Moqing couldn't help sending me back to the palace, so Your Highness should also understand how difficult it is to escape from these power dumps." The cold wind of the high-rise building blew calmly, and Yan Li shook his head effortlessly, regret and reason flashed in his eyes, "If it was a few months ago, maybe we would have had a chance to escape, but now it is impossible." Concubine Yun hates me so much that she doesn't hesitate to implicate others, even if I take a hundred steps back and don't conflict with her, she still won't let me go, if I don't see me ruined and ruined, life is worse than death, she will never give up, I'm afraid even the emperor can't stop this matter. ”

The decision made after thinking about it for many days was vetoed by Yan Liwu, Wen Moshu showed a slight disappointment, lowered his head, his smile did not change, but he was a little more helpless: "Is the grievance between the two of you so serious?" I thought that giving up my current status would be in exchange for peace, but it seems that it was wishful thinking not to consider the existence of Concubine Yun by luck. ”

"I'm sorry, although I don't want to, but the festival with Concubine Yun is probably difficult to solve, me and her, there must be a complete failure to settle the grievance."

As an exiled prisoner, Yan Liwu and Concubine Yun, as a favorite concubine, have only met once in the palace, and they have not heard of any intersection between the two before, where does such a deep hatred come from? How could Wen Moshu, who was as smart as Wen Moshu, not notice the strange information revealed in this sentence, and wanted to get answers to thousands of questions in his heart, and looked at Yan Li's worried and trance-like expression, and finally failed to speak.

He chose to believe unconditionally, and did not doubt every word and every sentence.

"I think...... Recently, I have really been a little unreasonable, no wonder Chu Ci is angry. Wen Moshu smiled bitterly, and sighed lightly with a certain inexplicable depression.

Yan Li couldn't bear to look at his disappointed expression, lowered his eyebrows, and his voice was as soft as a child who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be like this......"

"It's not your fault, there's no need to apologize." It was cold from above, and the wind blowing to the window seemed to be colder than other places, and Wen Moshu couldn't help coughing a few times. Gently grabbing Yan Liwu's hand that hurriedly went to turn over the medicine, Wen Moshu put it in front of him and breathed the heat, and his gentle smile was a little vague through the white and hot air: "It's me who is too willful, and I made a hasty decision without thinking about such an important matter." It's good that he didn't tell Chu Ci before he came, otherwise he would have to flip the table, and he would have scolded me, maybe I wouldn't even be able to come to the appointment. ”

Wen Moshu always had a joking tone when he mentioned Chu Ci, Yan Li was worried but Min felt the uneasiness that was deliberately hidden after noticing that tone, frowning and recalling Chu Ci's expression when he looked for her, and couldn't help but gasp.

"If I hadn't refused, did Your Highness plan to do this behind the back of Young Master Chu?"

Wen Moshu's face froze, nodded, and coughed sharply again.

"Is it worth it to use your future and status as a price, and not hesitate to do something that disappoints Young Master Chu?" The hand that was wrapped in warmth slowly slipped down, and Yan Li shook his head slowly, his eyes were full of uncomplaining worries, "Actually, I don't have to have that kind of free life, it doesn't matter if I continue like this." No matter when and where, what matters is the mind, why hurt others and hurt yourself to make everyone feel bad? You are your prince, and there is no conflict with whether I can be with you or not. ”

Whether he is a prince who enjoys all the glory from above, or a poor cultivator in a remote village, all she wants is his gentleness and heart-to-heart dependence—can this be used as an answer to Chu Ci's question? Yan Liwu lost his mind for a short time, and suddenly had confidence in his heart.

is attached to Wen Moshu because he will feel peaceful and happy when he is with him.

After a long silence that suddenly came, Wen Moshu chuckled suddenly: "Sure enough, you are always different. ”

"It's all flesh and blood, with hearts and lungs, what's the difference?" As he pretended to be joking lightly, he suddenly heard a noisy shout from under the attic, and as the people looked expectantly, a slender bright flame shot into the sky, and with a bang, it exploded in the dark night sky with red, green, green, and colorful beautiful fireworks.

"It's started...... Wen Moshu muttered to himself, his face was glowing with tranquility and light reflected by the fireworks, "In the future, the imperial capital will be more gorgeous fireworks every year, is Miss Yan willing to watch it with me?" It may be a little tiring, but I believe that it must be the happiest thing - as long as I am with you. ”

Without hesitation, Yan Liwu nodded vigorously, and smiled as pure as twilight snow.

The crowd was full of people, the city was full of fireworks, and the people who were celebrating for the end of another year and the coming of the new year all turned their eyes to the fireworks that symbolized the good weather, and no one noticed that a pair of figures on the top floor of the quiet pavilion stood silently, and the faint shadows were tightly attached.

Yan Liwu couldn't remember how that moment happened, and suddenly there was only one consciousness in his blank mind.

Wen Moshu's lips were soft and warm, like his eyes, cautious and gentle.

So she didn't dodge, she couldn't dodge, she was frozen, she watched him slowly approach with bated breath, bowed her head with the soft warmth of her body, and in a cheer, in a piece of light, her lips touched each other.

It's like Wen Moshu's most precious baby, he can't even toss and turn, he only stays for a moment and then he is reluctant to leave, sticking to his ears with words and sorrows, and his elegant voice is like a dream.

"I'll wait, and when all the twists and turns are calm, I'll marry you."

Even if the road ahead is bleak, how many turmoil is about to rise, and how many conspiracies and tricks are cruelly obstructed, it is impossible to stop the firm belief in the oath at this moment.

The fireworks are not extinguished, the noise is still there, but there is a kind of tranquility that can soothe all wounds and envelop the empty pavilion. Yan Liwu grabbed the soft fox fur tightly, raised his head slightly to face the colors of the sky, pursed his thin lips, closed his eyes and breathed carefully.

In his arms, it is her most nostalgic home.

Xu is heaven is jealous of this flawless moment, and before he can enjoy enough warmth and warmth, a strange sound suddenly came into his ears. In an instant, the sweet expression turned into a cold and solemn expression, and the words were like electricity, and Huang Chengjian broke off his shell behind Wen Moshu, pointing straight in the direction of the stairs.

"There are assassins." Yan Liwu gritted his teeth and let out a low voice, resolutely leaving Wen Moshu's arms to block him behind him, and his sharp eyes stared at a dark shadow on the stairs. The dark shadow soon realized that it had leaked its traces, and no longer bothered to hide, and there was a loud whistle from its mouth, and more hurried footsteps came from the foot of the pavilion, and there were at least ten people, all rushing to the top floor of the pavilion.

With so many people, can they resist with just scribbled kung fu and a short sword? A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Yan Li's forehead, and he gritted his teeth hard to prevent himself from showing the slightest fear.

She couldn't back down, whether these people were targeting herself or Wen Moshu, she had to take on the task of protection, after all, compared to Wen Moshu, who was frail and sickly and had never practiced martial arts, she had more strength to delay the time and wait for someone to help—as for whether anyone would lend a hand, there was no time to think about it.

There were eleven or two people who rushed to the top floor, and the first to be discovered by Yan Liwu was the leader, who didn't talk much at all, and commanded the others with simple eye movements, and his actions were orderly and well-trained, obviously not a rabble.

"Is it someone from the Ranxue Pavilion?" Yan Liti asked in a loud tone.

The leader covered half of his face with a black cloth, and his eyes that remained outside were as vigilant and nimble as eagles, and he couldn't pay attention to his questions when he heard them, and with a wave of his hand, his men crowded in the square inch behind him quickly dispersed, and for a moment they kept attacking the two of them.

As soon as those people made a move, they immediately realized that the situation was not good, each of them was not a straw bag or a general, and she might be able to compete with one of them, but there were so many people, she couldn't defend herself from the left and the right, and she couldn't even attack the other party, so how could she protect Wen Moshu? Is there only one option to jump through the window? It's also a four-story attic, and if you really close your eyes and jump down, you'll either be killed or injured, and it's no different from the result of hard fighting.

"Come here!" Just exchanged hands with the person who rushed over first, Wen Moshu suddenly pulled Yan Li's worries behind him, and he didn't know what to take out from his sleeve, and threw his arm in the direction of the most people.

The round object the size of a walnut was subconsciously split by the clever enemy, and a large mass of white powdery object was scattered everywhere, and the few people who rushed to the front were caught off guard, and immediately wailed and covered their eyes, and fell to the ground and kept rolling. Taking advantage of this gap of a moment and a half, Wen Moshu resolutely protected Yan Liwu's body, no matter how Yan Liwu pushed him and pulled him, he still stood still.

Escape, there is no way to escape, waiting for death, he is also stubborn to stand in the way before words leave the worry.

"Mo Shu, get out of the way! Get out of the way! Yan Li shouted hoarsely, so anxious that his heart panicked, and his dry and aching throat let out a whimper that changed its tone.

The assassin who had removed half of his manpower still had far superior combat power to the two of them, Wen Moshu's face was pale, and he kept coughing in the face of the dazzling sword and sword shadow, but he refused to let Yan Liwu face the danger in the face of anything, and would rather use his sick and weak body as a weak barrier.

"Hey, the people in front, this is a place where people spend money to rent to watch the fireworks, do you have to pay some silver if you want to join in the fun?" The male voice that was out of step with the tension came slowly, the slightly old and simple clothes wiped the dust of the stairs, and the man who was about the same age leaned lazily on the handrail of the stairs in the face of a group of unkind eyes, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were unruly.

Gao Han's heart fluttered to the ground, and Yan Liwu gasped violently, but there was no longer a worry and fear in her eyes—she remembered this person, and she believed that this man had enough strength to bring her and Wen Moshu safety.

One of the young masters of Junzilou, the warm and affectionate senior brother, the Zhongzhou wonder man who travels all over the world and is chic like a fairy, Mu wine song.