The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh and bones sounded, but in an instant, blood seeped out of the blade and trickled down.

I looked at Qin Buxian, my heart was mixed, I didn't know what kind of expression to make, I didn't know how to comfort, and I didn't know how to compromise, so I smiled sadly and asked: "The road is still very long, you are still young, I didn't let you pay for your life, why should you do this." ”

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her face became pale as paper, her fingers trembled and let go of the handle of the knife, and slowly said, "Your hand ......"

I held the blade and put the dagger on the stone table, afraid that she would see the blood on her hand and be afraid, so she put her right hand behind her back, and when she spoke, her heart was filled with unprecedented tiredness, afraid that she would do something stupid again, so I could only concisely say the future arrangements: "Clean up, go south with this king tomorrow, don't you want to see Qin Shutong, this king happens to go to Yuzhou City to solve some things, obediently follow me to finish this errand, I will let you see her." ”

Turning around and walking a few steps, I felt that something was not right, so I picked up the dagger on the stone table, put it in my sleeve, and brought it back to my bedroom.

After closing the door, I couldn't control my body, so I simply sat on the floor and rested against the door.

At this moment, this king, I really want to forget the accident just now, this memory is like a real thing falling into the swamp, the more I struggle, the deeper I fall, the more I want to forget, the more profound it becomes, and finally I close my eyes, I feel that in front of me is the scene of Qin Buxian holding a dagger and stabbing into his neck.

Suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his bleeding palm, and he was so frightened that he repeatedly asked himself in his heart-

What if I don't stop it?

What if this blade didn't sink into my palm, but Qin Buxian's neck.

If Qin Buxian is really dead, then this king ...... And what to do.

At this point, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, but suddenly remembered that she was afraid that it would not be safe for her to be alone tonight, after all, Qin Buxian had always been so tall and stubborn, and he might find a short term in other ways.

So he quickly stood up and found the wound medicine and silk cloth, quickly bandaged his hands indiscriminately, pushed open the door and flew onto the roof, catching up with Qin Buxian, the two of us walked on the road, the other on the roof, and finally entered her mansion together.

She had already noticed that I was there, and before entering the bedroom, she looked up at Ben Wang who was standing at the head of the wall, and I thought she would say to me, "I won't kill myself, you can go back", but she didn't say anything, just looked at me with a slight frown, and did not withdraw her gaze until the moment before closing the door.

I jumped off the wall and sat down by the window of her bedroom, where the candlelight was lit and a dim halo fell on me through the window paper.

After waiting intently for a while, there was a slight noise inside, and I poked a small hole in the window paper, and saw her lying on the bed, brushing open her clothes, and taking Xiaolan out of the celadon cup, and placing it in the nest of my heart.

Xiao Lan was not a virtue at all in her body and when she was in this king, it lay on the snow-like skin, looking at the bloody wound, the tentacles gently caressed, and from time to time lowered its head and rubbed it obediently to comfort Qin Buxian. If this king is not mistaken, not long ago, when it lay on its stomach in the heart of this king, and spit gum until it was angry, it picked up two tentacles and slapped me, instead of caressing me as meekly and obediently as it is now.

Only then did this king know that Xiaolan actually saw people and acted.

But this king is broad-minded, so that he will not be angry with a single worm.

Since Qin Buxian is ready to reseal the scratched hole in her heart with divine glue, it means that she has calmed down and does not plan to die for the time being. The king finally put his mind at ease, leaned against the wall under the window, thought about some things, and finally gradually fell asleep.

But the dream is not peaceful, for a while it is thousands of miles of ice, lofty mountains and mountains; After a while, the river was wide again, and the torrential rain was pouring down.

I was faintly worried about someone, like an oar worried about a lonely boat floating on a vast lake, and I was afraid that I would fall to the bottom of the river, and the lonely boat to which my heart was tied would never be rowed out again. Panickingly, he grabbed the corner of the lonely boat, but it seemed to grasp a slender hand, "Don't let go of me, I'll send you out." I said.

"Lonely Boat" did not reply, and also withdrew his hand back.

So I sank to the bottom of the river, and looked at the dead silence of the lake, and the lonely boat remained still, and it could not row out forever—it had abandoned me, and was here with me, and perished.

The thin shirt couldn't bear the cold, and I woke up from my dream.

The courtyard in front of me was gray and there was no light in sight, and large swaths of rootless water slid down from the eaves and fell to the ground, rushing out a row of deep and shallow mud puddles, and the damp carried the smell of mud to the face.

I am still outside the window of Qin Buxian's bedroom, but I have an extra plain white brocade robe on my body, and my right hand has also been re-bandaged, and it is very particular and secure. Standing up and turning around, he looked for Qin Buxian through the punctured hole, but found that she was no longer in the bedroom.

I was stunned, reacted for a few seconds and quickly stood up, but because of the numbness of my legs and feet, I staggered a few steps to stand firmly, and some of the pictures rushed out to interfere with my thoughts, I panicked into the rain, bypassed the corridor and ran out of the door, and when I was flustered, I found that the white figure appeared at the end of the empty long street.

Qin Buxian walked over with an umbrella and handed me an oiled paper bag, I opened it and saw that it was a hot butter cake.

"Did you go out and buy this?" I stared at the dense mud spots under her white clothes, a little surprised, "You've walked a lot, haven't you?" ”

She didn't answer my question, but said lightly: "Didn't you say that you went south to Yuzhou City today, let's leave after eating." ”

"Hmm...... Good. ”

I adjusted my mood in front of her house and reorganized what I had to do. There is a long road ahead, and those things that are well planned must be done by this king, and they must be done to the extreme and thoroughly.

The frost is in September, and the osmanthus of the southern country is winning, and the lotus flowers of ten miles have not yet declined.

Everyone probably guessed that today's Yuzhou City, the capital of the southern country, was Huai'an, the capital of the southern country, after the destruction of the southern country, my father ordered the southern palace to be banned, and renamed it "Yu Zhou", which means that the remaining boat is a boat, fluttering and helpless, belonging to my Dajin, changing my city.

Arrive at Yuzhou City early in the morning, half an hour later from the dock to the inn to stay, this inn is the best one in Yuzhou City, built by the mountain, by the water, there are three in and three out of the spacious courtyard, there are also pavilions and pavilions located in the meantime, the most wonderful place in the courtyard is rich in water system, and are all living water, known as "three steps into a stream", you can see the small stream within a few or three steps, so the name of this inn is taken as "Creek Garden".

Qin Buxian's face was usually cold, I don't know if she was satisfied with this inn, but she still chartered the main courtyard, gave her the main room, and told her to take a short rest and come out to eat at noon.

She gave me a meaningful look, and I wondered, "What's the problem?" Suddenly thinking that the two of us were still nominally husband and wife, he smiled, "Could it be that you want this king to live in the same room with you?" ”

But she shook her head and looked away: "I'll talk to you at noon, I'm a little tired." ”

In the afternoon, Qin Buxian tied up his long hair, wore white clothes and blue clothes, and looked neat and chic; This king put on his ink robe and brought a folding fan, which was the same dress when he first saw Qin Buxian.

Lunch was eaten in the restaurant opposite the inn, and Qin Buxian chose the location on the second floor facing the street outside the window, facing the gate of the Xiyuan Inn.

"The specialty dishes in this restaurant are Nanguofu, and you probably like to eat them. After dinner, you and I met a few old friends, and in the evening we went to Lanyue Lake to take a painting boat. I looked down at the menu and said.

I didn't hear a response in my ears, and when I looked up, I found that Qin Buxian on the opposite side was staring intently at the Xiyuan Inn across the street with his hand on his chin.

"Qin Buxian," I called out to her and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

She frowned, touched the flower tea in her hand and took a sip, exhaled deeply twice, then stared into my eyes and asked abruptly, "You know my father's name, so ...... Have you ever heard my mother's name? ”

I was slightly stunned, and then smiled dumbly: "What am I asking for your mother's name for?" ”

She tilted her head to look at me, her slender and white fingers knocked on the table shallowly, and after three clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks, ”

I smiled softly, opened the folding fan and shook it slowly: "There is such a coincidence." ”

Qin Buxian raised the corners of his lips, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and smiled slightly coldly: "My father is very good-looking, clear-skinned, handsome and dusty, there were countless girls in Huai'an City who wanted to marry him, and some girls were even willing to be concubines, and there were no lack of daughters of families among these girls." It's just that my father is very cold, and he doesn't always have a good face for other girls—except my mother. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen to me," she continued, with a look of displeasure, "and my father always did all sorts of things to please my mother, and my mother would deliberately say what she wanted because he liked her, but whatever it was, he would buy it back." Only once, when my mother was a guest at her good sister's house, she saw a stream running through the courtyard, and she liked it so much, and because her name had the word 'stream' in it, she had to ask her father to dig one for her at home. My father would have designed a garden, and digging a creek would not have been difficult, but he just didn't want to do it. My mother slept in a separate room with my father in a fit of anger, and I had a cold war for more than half a year, and my father didn't come home often during those six months. It wasn't until half a year later that my father returned home and handed my mother a bronze key with a smile. ”

I suddenly understood: "It's hard to ......"

Her eyes were gloomy, and she pulled the corners of her lips weakly, revealing a sad smile: "Yes, my father didn't come home often for half a year, so he directly built a house for her outside. After the southern kingdom was destroyed, this house became an inn and was named 'Xiyuan'. ”