The Yang Mansion has always been in a state of tension, and the undissipable haze shrouded the entire Yang Mansion, and the people were panicked.

Wang Jingqian went to his own independent pharmacy to dispense medicine, Wang Jin guarded Yang Jincheng, but he was too tired due to the continuous fatigue of several days and nights, and his mind was a little trance, and when he woke up, the person on the bed was gone.

He immediately went to the courtyard to look for it, and turned over the entire Yang Mansion, there was no shadow of Yang Jincheng at all, and even the guards of the Yang Mansion said that they had not seen it.

Everyone thinks it's very strange, where can Yang Jincheng, a seriously ill person in bed, go by himself?

At that time, late at night, Yang Fu dispatched all the forces he could to start searching, until the sky turned white, and he still didn't find it.

Hua Xiyan's mood is very bad, if Yang Jincheng was robbed, how can his body look like that now?

Shangjing is so big, if he really waited to find Yang Jincheng, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago!

Hua Xiyan rubbed his forehead and sat on the ground with a headache.

"He can't go anywhere by himself, he must have been robbed!" I don't know who made the guess.

"What is there to doom him as a half-dead man? Could it be that he was robbed and given him to fulfill his last wish? This time it was a stormy reply, the usual cynicism.

Fulfill your last wish? These four words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Huaxi Yanxin heavily, but it was like a lightning bolt flashing in his mind, splitting some mottled memories that had been sealed for a long time.

Hua Xiyan suddenly got up from the ground, strode towards the door, pulled a horse from a guard casually, and whipped away.

When a group of people chased out of Yang's mansion, that graceful figure had disappeared around the corner of the street.

The autumn wind in the early morning was very cold, and there was even a cold feeling in front of him, Huaxi Yan squinted his eyes carefully, and rode his horse quickly.

The sun has not yet risen, there are few people on the street, Huaxi smoke has been unimpeded all the way, and the shops on the roadside are also closed.

When he arrived at the door of the Beijing restaurant, Hua Xiyan jumped off the horse directly.

Sure enough, the restaurant, which should have been closed, is now with its doors wide open, as if it is consciously waiting for someone to arrive.

There was no guide boy outside the door, and Hua Xiyan walked directly towards the backyard.

The Beijing Restaurant is the largest one in Shangjing, which is different from the general restaurant and is just an independent building, but surrounded by four walls, and a large courtyard is vacated in the middle.

The courtyard is no different from the courtyard of the big family, pavilions and pavilions, bamboo and wood clear streams, arched bridges and stone gates, rockeries and micro-islands, emerge in endlessly.

Faintly hearing the sound of the piano, it seemed to be a guide, and Hua Xiyan's footsteps involuntarily sped up a little.

Passing through a dense forest, there was a clearing in front of me, on which the green grass was green, one person, one person, one piano.

At the end of the song, Yang Jincheng looked up at Hua Xiyan opposite, and said with a faint smile: "You are here." "

Hua Xiyan stepped forward and was about to help him: "What are you running around when you are injured, go back to your home to treat your injuries!" "

"Don't move!" Yang Jincheng stretched out his hand to stop Hua Xiyan, but coughed again because of his fierce speech.

"I know what my body is." Yang Jincheng's pale lips were not half bloody, but they outlined the arc of a bleak smile.

Hua Xiyan's hand fell.

"I knew you were going to come here for me." Yang Jincheng's hand brushed over the strings, bringing a string of low and pleasant rhythms.

Hua Xiyan swallowed his saliva, his throat was hard.

"What if I can't think of it?"

"How could you not have imagined?" Yang Jincheng shook his head, "It is said that when a person is about to die, he will go to the place he wants to go to the most." "

Yang Jincheng turned his head to look at Hua Xiyan, and against the backdrop of his withered face, a pair of eyes were surprisingly bright, like stars in the sky. The morning light shone slightly in his eyes, and a wave of light rippled.

"The place I want to go to the most is the restaurant, this is the place where I first met you. But unfortunately, I can only come here, and I can't go to the guest house who saw you for the first time. This sentence seemed to be a bit long, and after Yang Jincheng finished speaking, his wheezing voice became a little heavier.

"Sit down and stay with me for a while, okay?" Yang Jincheng patted the position next to him.

Hua Xiyan talked directly about the skirt and sat on the ground next to Yang Jincheng.

Yang Jincheng looked at her sideways, his eyes full of gentleness.

"I thought it was ...... when I came to live in the guest house Yun Qi and you also met for the first time, and later I couldn't understand why I lost to him like this. It wasn't until a long time later that I realized that I didn't lose to feelings, but only to time. When Yang Jincheng spoke, he was still laughing, and his heart was extremely sour when he laughed.

Hua Xiyan hung his head and did not speak.

Yang Jincheng took a deep breath: "You always knew that I liked you, but you never gave me a glimmer of hope, you are more ruthless than anyone else." "

"In matters of feelings, no one is right or wrong, and I can't help myself." Hua Xiyan looked at Yang Jincheng sideways and shrugged slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm born like this." "

"You've known each other for so long before me, and I deserve to lose to him."

Hua Xiyan knew that Yang Jincheng was also a proud person, so he was so obsessed with time. He thinks that his feelings don't have to be shallow with Yun Qi, and he doesn't think that he is worse than Yun Qi. It's proud of your dignity to keep yourself, so you're so obsessed with time.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and Yang Jincheng's cough became louder and louder.

He was already wearing a thin bedgown, and his body was weak, which made him even weaker.

The eyelids seemed to be a little heavy, Yang Jincheng forced his eyes to open wide, stabilized his mind, and took out something from behind him.

When he saw the thing in front of him, Hua Xiyan was in a trance for a moment.

It is a pot of lilac plum blossoms, light purple, suppressed unequaled.

"Remember?" Yang Jincheng asked her with a smile.

Hua Xiyan bit his lip and nodded.

About two years ago, when she first went to Taiyuan, Yang Jincheng took out this pot of purple plum blossoms and gave it to her when she visited Taiyuan Plum Market one night.

Although she couldn't remember what Yang Jincheng said at the beginning. The only thing she clearly understood was that it was and now, very different.

At that time, she and Yun Qi were not the closest people, Ning Xi and them were not on opposite sides, Yang Jinrong had not exposed her true nature, and Yang Jincheng was not like now, his life was hanging by a thread.

The plum blossoms are still the pot without words, and they have become just people.

Yang Jincheng's hand trembled, and the force of his arm made the blood in his chest more and more turbulent. Hua Xiyan took the pot of plum blossoms with one hand, and pressed the handkerchief on his wound with the other.

Yang Jincheng's body shook slightly, and he gently dusted his head on Hua Xiyan's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, lend me a little bit, just a while." Yang Jincheng's words can already be regarded as angry.

Hua Xiyan felt that she was really powerless and helpless now, she wanted to save the life of the person next to her, but she could only watch his life pass by.

Is she herself too cold-blooded, otherwise how could she not even give him the last bit of warmth.

Yang Jincheng's wheezing voice was very heavy, but he was still forcing himself to speak, he knew that if he didn't say it, he was afraid that he would never have a chance to say it again in the future.

"When I gave you this pot of plum blossoms, you said it looked good, but you preferred the white ones. Do you remember what you said afterward? "

Hua Xiyan was in a trance, after many years, how could she remember? "But I remember." When he said this, Hua Xiyan could faintly feel that he was laughing, "You say, the true color of plum blossoms is like this, why do you gradually dye it like that to please the world?" If you lose your original face, you will lose your original intention, whether it is worth it or not. "

"I couldn't answer that question at the time, but now I can give you a definite answer."

Yang Jincheng raised his head slightly, looked at Hua Xiyan's close face, and smiled slightly: "It's worth it." "

A fluttering word, but it slowed Hua Xiyan's heartbeat by half a beat.

"The ancestral training of the Yang family is that the royal family of the Wei Ning family obeys the order, and I also know that Jinrong listened to Empress Li's order to harm you. Empress Li gave me the same order, but I didn't accept it。。。。。。 As a result, the Li family has been suppressing me in the court, although I have a leading talent, but I have no official position, just relying on the reputation of the Yang family, I am just romantic. "

"Ning Xi also forced me, and I didn't agree either. Hua Xiyan, if you say the last thing I want to do, that is to be your enemy. "

He never seemed to be so close to her, and when he looked up, he seemed to be able to see even the thin countenance on her face.

"Ahem......" Yang Jincheng felt a little cold and coughed lightly again.

Hua Xiyan moved his body, wanting to block out the cold autumn wind in the early morning for him.

"I lost the original intention of the Yang family, and betrayed my ambitions, although I didn't get you in the end, but I still think it's worth it, after all, I finally saved your life in the end."

There were some flowers in front of Yang Jincheng's eyes, and then they gradually became dim, Rao is his eyes widened as much as he could, and his eyes were also blurry.

"Although I don't want to admit it...... But I have to say that there will be no one in the world who loves you more than Yun Qi. Losing to him can be regarded as willing. "

After all, he is burdened with the responsibility of the children of the Yang family, and he can't be like Yun Qi, who cares nothing and behaves chicly. If you say that you are out of the Yun family, you will be out of the Yun family, if you say that you are away from the Holy Heaven, if you say that you are away from the Holy Heaven, if you say that you are opposed, you will fight.

The most important thing is that Yun Qi has never doubted it, nor has he ever wavered. Compared with their ** and pursuit, what Yun Qi has has has always been inevitable.

From the beginning of his love for this woman, he was full of firmness, believing that this woman would become his wife for life.

"I heard that you play the piano well, can you give me a resignation when you play the first piano?"

Yang Jincheng's voice was almost inaudible, and the strength of leaning on Hua Xiyan's shoulder was gradually increasing.

"Okay." Hua Xiyan nodded and raised his hand to stroke the piano.

The melodious sound of the piano continues to flow out, melodious echoes in the sky, and a round of morning sun erupts out, shining brightly.

The music went back and forth, I don't know how long it took to play, only to hear the sound of "ding", Hua Xiyan's hand lost strength, the strings were broken, her eyes widened in horror, and she hurriedly looked at the person leaning on her shoulder.

His eyes are slightly closed, the corners of his lips are smiling, and his face is indifferent and happy.

But it's long gone.