In the twilight of the western mountains, the stars are sparse.

I don't know if it's because the late autumn days are short, or if she talked too much to Ah Jin, and when she stopped and looked up, it was already late.

This time back to Yongshan, her plan is to take Yugui, and then leave to raise the magic power to another realm before leaving the mountain, and calculate the time, at least half a month.

So she had already made plans to let Qiao Yu and Ouyang Xu wait for her in the county seat, and even secretly explained to Ouyang Xu, if Qiao Yu was arguing to leave, let the disciples of Qiandeng Pavilion send the letter on his behalf first, and the person would definitely stay.

She also promised that when she came out of the mountain, she would unravel the spell for Ouyang Xu.

Everyone has returned, and the matter of cultivation is not in a hurry at this time.

Zhong sat there again for a while, until the night breeze brought a chill.

At night, the wind in the valley is bone-chilling.

But this kind of coldness is what she has been used to since she was a child.

When I used to live here with Yang Yuemian, I just wore thin shirts all year round, and I didn't know what warmth was, let alone what heat was.

Now that I know it, I'm a little unaccustomed to it.

Zhong Chi Chi stood up, put Ah Jin on his shoulder, and walked towards Qingyan Peak.

Qingyan Peak is the highest peak of Yongshan Mountain, with thousands of cliffs and difficult for apes to climb.

However, Zhong Chi climbed up with his bare hands when he was seven years old.

Before she was seven years old, Yang Yuemian took her up.

Yang Yuemian said that only the highest place can perceive the will of heaven, and the most important thing in her premeditation technique is perception, so the peak of Qingyan Peak has always been her retreat place, and in the past, every year, she had to retreat on it for at least a month.

Only when she returned from Qinzhou two years ago, Yang Yuemian asked her to retreat for three months.

Three months later, when she came down the mountain, Yang Yuemian was waiting for her at the foot of the mountain.

Zhong stopped for a long time and looked at the maple red at the foot of the mountain.

He just stood there waiting for her.

At that time, in late spring, the maple leaves were green, he was standing there, wearing a bamboo cane in white, with his face slightly tilted, and the blue leaves reflected in his pale eyes, vaguely dyed with some emotion.

She was seven paces away from him, looked at him, and did not come forward.

At that time, her brain tingled, it was all fragments of prophetic dreams, long and desperate years at the bottom of the Bihan Pool.

She didn't know what to say or do, she just looked at him.

He finally moved, and spread his palm in front of her, the palm of which was a plain white porcelain vase.

Zhong Chi Chi walked under the red maple, the starlight and the shadows of the trees were staggered, she squatted down, brushed aside the thick broken branches and leaves, and the porcelain vase was still lying quietly.

She picked it up, wiped the dust, opened the bottle cap, and a touch of fragrance came to her nose, that is, she was now extraordinary, and she also felt a flutter.

This is the medicine he made with his own hands.

When she opened it at that time, the effect of the medicine was stronger than now, and after just smelling it, she felt restless and her body was faintly hot.

"Obey!" He commanded emotionlessly.

She knew what was going to happen next.

As he had done every time, he would look down on her from standing to kneeling with a blank face, rolling and struggling on the ground under the effects of the drug, tearing herself apart.

It wasn't until she couldn't help but plead with him that he restrained her and threw her into the pool to sober herself.

But that time she only opened it and sniffed it, and did not obey his orders.

He didn't have a chance to force her to obey—

Zhong Chi pinched the medicine bottle for a while, stuffed it into his baggage, and walked towards the mountain.

Qingyan Peak is about 800 zhang high, but for Zhong Chichi, it is a matter of half an hour.

The top of the mountain is very narrow, only three zhang square, no one has come up for a long time, the top of the mountain is overgrown with weeds, and because in late autumn, the grass has withered.

Zhong Chi Chi sat on the edge of the cliff, took Ah Jin off his shoulder, held it in his arms, and muttered, "It's the first time I've seen the stars here......

Qingyan Peak, as the highest peak of Yongshan Mountain, can see the starry sky at a glance without looking up.

She used to look at the stars not to look at the stars, but to look at the stars, even after Yang Yuemian left, when she looked at the starry sky, what she remembered was only the stargazing techniques that Yang Yuemian taught her.

The first time I felt that the starry sky was beautiful, it was when I was on the Daming Palace Wangsendai.

The man surrounded her from behind, whispering softly in her ear, the burning breath in her ears, making it impossible for her to concentrate on stargazing.

The palace lights are beautiful, the wine is intoxicating, his intended kiss, and the starlight is connected in front of her eyes, bright but hazy.

Probably because she had just smelled Mei Xiang, she felt the indescribable emptiness in her body, and wanted to have a hug, but she was the only one on the top of the mountain, so she could only hug Ah Jin tightly, and murmured: "Ah Jin, I know someone......"

Ah Jin should have been sleepy, lazily lying in her arms, and did not respond.

After the words were spoken, she felt even more uncomfortable, as if there was a fierce beast in her body, devouring her internal organs, and the wound that had been bitten was itchy and painful, and after the pain and itching, it was completely empty.

She suddenly remembered the night of his birthday, they were on Cuiwei Mountain, she was lying on her back, gradually blurred under his touch, when the starlight in the sky was shaking in front of her eyes, she also had such an unbearable emptiness, only by constantly hugging him and getting close to him, could she relieve the anxiety.

But now......

"Ah Jin......" she heard her voice a little hoarse, "I miss him a little bit......"

……

Daming Palace, Wangsendai.

Looking up, the galaxy is deep and gorgeous.

Gao Fu stepped forward with his cloak and said softly: "Your Majesty, the night is cold, can you add a cloak?" ”

Li Changye turned his face and looked at the cloak in silence.

Before the autumn, he asked people to make two cloaks, one with a black embroidered gold thread dragon pattern, and one with a white embroidered gold thread luan pattern, which she didn't bring when she left.

Before the winter, he also asked people to make two pieces of winter embroidery, the same two kinds of embroidery, which were only done after she left.

But even if it was done in advance, she wouldn't bring it.

She didn't take any of the clothes and jewelry he had prepared for her, not even the clothes and jewelry she had left in the palace.

is so ruthless, and he is not afraid of freezing......

Li Changye took his eyes off his cloak, still looking at the night sky, and said in a low voice: "Take the white jade flute." ”

The jade flute is cold in her hands, just like her skin.

He was slightly stunned and brought the jade flute to his lips.

The flute sounded slowly, hesitantly, intermittently.

This mess was probably something she came up with, anyway, at that time, as long as the flute wafted out of the bathhouse, he could always know that it was her, and she didn't bother to play any famous songs.

She had pondered his mind very thoroughly, and that night, as soon as he heard the sound of the flute, he knew that she had come by admitting her mistake, and had come without thinking about it.

But if she softened her posture, he didn't give it a chance.

But this woman is both arrogant and hypocritical, even if it is her fault, she always asks him to bow his head first.

It's obvious that she is for other men...... He just left, refusing to give in at all......

It's okay for him to bow his head first.

The last time he played this song outside Changle Fang, the moment she threw herself into his arms from the wall, it was like a fairy falling into the world, and he was fluttering like a fairy.

And what about this time? Will she hear the flute? Will it fall from the sky? Will he accept his remorse......

A very short minor key, he played it again and again, until Gao Fu hesitated and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's been three shifts......"

Lowering his hand, the jade flute had been warmed by him, but the man's skin was still cold.

He was silent for a moment, then his expression faded away.

"This Wangsendai, let's change the name—"

Walk down the steps as usual.

On Wangxian Tower, he never waited for a fairy.

The only goblin that ever appeared, too......

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