Yongliang that year also coincided with the birthday banquet.

The sound of pushing the cup and changing the lamp outside came from afar, mixed with the boy's childish rhetoric.

"Well! In a few years, I will definitely be like the coach, carry a gun into battle, and ride the world! ”

The woman's eyes were even more sad, and it took a while to suppress it, and she whispered to her: "The border pass will be lost, and this place will soon become a battlefield, this battle is dangerous and unpredictable, and the commander and the commander have sent a message to order all departments to retreat..."

She curled up on the ground and listened silently, as if she had a clear idea of her future fate.

The woman squatted down and stroked her thin shoulder, "Chonghua, you are a smart child, although we have known each other for a short time, but my aunt really likes you in her heart-"

"I choose to live." She looked at the knife at the Tiger General's waist and said in a low voice, "The path you want me to choose." ”

The woman was stunned, carefully curled her hair, and muttered, "Starting tomorrow, you will be Zhao Chen..."

The snowflakes fell, covering the entire capital in an instant, and the faint sound of falling snow came to her ears.

The snow flies in February, just like it did back then.

"Have you really dreamed of Yongliang all these years?" She asked softly, meaninglessly.

Meng Yong put the cold iron spear back in its place, but his hand did not let go for a long time, and he said to himself: "All the time." ”

Eleven years have passed.

He is no longer the ignorant child he once was.

However, the years have passed, cruelly and ruthlessly casting everything into a foregone conclusion-

She let out an "oh", dragged her legs and limped to the edge of the bed, and lay down quietly wrapped in the quilt.

Deathly silence –

Meng Yong looked at her sideways, his lowered eyebrows and eyes were dyed by the candle flame for a moment, and then returned to darkness in an instant.

After a while, he slowly sat on the edge of her bed and said softly, "On the tenth day of the new year, my mother sent me away early in the morning and said that I would go to the master for a few days..."

“… Uncle Lian said halfway through, I drugged their food..."

She glanced sideways at him, "You were there that night?" ”

Meng Yong nodded, and his voice was steady: "It's late when I go back, my mother jumped into the well, the boss-"

"Where did your two tiger teeth go?"

"Pull it out, the master said that Danjiao'er should look good, and you can't teach people to look ugly with one mouth——"

"Time is really a good thing, round eyes can grow, and if you don't say it with your ancestors, tiger teeth can be pulled out and grow neatly..."

Meng Yong was silent for a long time, his eyes were misty, and he said in a low voice: "People change, eleven years, you and I are not children anymore." After a pause, "Now I can hold my gun, lower my horse, and keep you safe—"

"Come on!" She squinted and shrunk back, "You don't count on me, I'll thank God." ”

She said sleepily: "You dragged me into troubled waters, led me all the way to investigate the past, and tried every means to help me form a force... Hang me in the open just in case, so I can shrink into the dark and watch..."

"Meng Yong...," she lazily stretched out her hand and patted him on the chest, "whether it's a human or a ghost here, sometimes even we don't know ourselves, what do we take to make others believe?" ”

Meng Yong's eyes flickered, as if he was giving up and deciding something.

After a long time, he was relieved and said: "I can send you away, everything here is left to me, and the people in your house will not be affected... You can go anywhere you want with confidence. ”

"Chonghua, I give you back your freedom-"

She was stunned and didn't react for a while.

According to her calculations, this person obviously wanted to use her as a shield... How could he let her go so easily?

"I don't have to give my freedom back, and I'm not going to leave here." She sat up and stared at Meng Yong word by word, "I'm different from you, I'm a family person." ”

"My ancestor, uncle... Even if they know these truths one day, I can't escape—" She gritted her teeth and whispered, her eyes reddened like a dead beast.

Meng Yong paused, nodded and said, "If you want to stay and continue to be your Prince Wu, everything here is still yours, I never thought about it, and I won't take anything from you." ”

He turned his head to look at her like a hedgehog, and smiled shallowly: "Your Highness, now... I will only be Meng Yong. ”

The eyebrows and eyes are dark and confusing, and he speaks softly, without any trace of the past, as if he has erased the past.

She watched, and suddenly pounced on him, hugged him, and suppressed sobs rang out from his shoulder.

“… I don't know when I'm going to be exposed, I can only live day and night in fear, I'm so afraid..."She leaned on his shoulder, her tone was panicked and helpless, and she kept talking for a while before stopping.

After a rapid sob.

She hugged her tighter and whispered in a low voice, "Ayong, it's a good birthday—"

Meng Yong was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows eased slightly, hugged her with his backhand, and slapped her a few times.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from behind, Zhao Chen, who was in tears, slowly opened his eyes, his bright eyes were full of essence, and the corners of his lips silently curled at the same time.

In this Fengyue game, it is finally her turn to lay out the bank!

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard, and then the knock on the door sounded, and Yingchun called tentatively: "Your Highness? ”

Zhao Chen hurriedly let go of Meng Yong, pretending to be panicked and hanging his head to wipe his tears, and asked in a deep nasal voice, "What's the matter?" ”

"The brothers who were guarding the martyr's garden brought back the message." Yingchun hesitated, "General Lu is afraid that it will not be good-"

Zhao Chen raised his head suddenly, stared at a pair of red eyes, and didn't respond for a long time.

Meng Yong couldn't help frowning, and asked softly, "Why don't you let me go?" ”

"No, I'm going to see him, and these grievances are over." Zhao Chen gradually narrowed his eyes, and raised his voice to the outside: "Please, prepare the horse, I want to go out of Beijing!" ”

Half an hour later, two fast horses galloped out of the city gate in the face of the wind and snow, and went straight to the Protector Martyr's Garden on the outskirts of the city.

………

In the middle of the night, the Martyrs' Garden was dark and dark, there was no light, and the whining wind was like a low cry.

Zhao Chen, who was tightly wrapped, nestled in Meng Yong's arms, and did not retract his gaze until he reined in his horse.

Meng Yong turned over and dismounted with her in his arms, and did not greet Yingchun, and kept sweeping towards the hut halfway up the mountain.

"Have you seen him all these years?" Xiao Xiao asked lightly in the wind.

Meng Yong shook his head, and his feet were a little faster.

The hut was in sight, but he suddenly stopped and asked, "Must you go?" ”

Zhao Chen hooked his neck to his ear and said with a smile: "Yes, otherwise I will have trouble day and night." ”

The door of the house was pushed open by Meng Yong, and the choking smell of medicine came to his face.

Zhao Chen waited for a while before limping in, looking at the person on the bed who was almost unable to distinguish his appearance.

After a moment, she waved away the rest of the people, leaned down, and her red lips lightly opened: "Lu Dingbei, if you dare to die today, I will let people throw you to feed the wolves-"

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