Combined wine, a cup of eternal white head.

Yu'er smiled and picked up the wine glass, watched Tang Lin fill the wine, and then the two sat on the edge of the bed, looked at each other with affection and looked forward to the future, and drank the wine.

After drinking the wine, Yu'er put down the wine glass, looked at Tang Lin directly, leaned back little by little and lay down, when she lay down, her hand naturally slipped under the pillow, she closed her eyes, and looked shy.

But at this time, Tang Lin shot at her acupoint.

This sudden change made Yu'er stiff, and when she opened her eyes, she looked shocked and wanted to ask, but she couldn't open her mouth!

"I'm running out of time." Tang Lin looked at her with an extremely serious expression: "I have to go to do something first, you are here and waiting for me to come back." After speaking, he leaned down, pursed Yu'er's lips hatefully, then plucked the flowers on his chest, took off his wedding clothes, and left in a hurry.

He left, desperate for what he longed for, he didn't know that Yu'er lying on the bed, his eyes were desperate and angry at the moment.

Let's go...... He left me behind......

Why! Why doesn't anyone in this world care about me......

Why am I ...... I can't keep anything...... I can't keep my home...... Trust can't be retained...... Hua Rou can't keep it...... Can't rely on retention...... Love can't be kept......

Hahahaha, I ...... Nothing can be left......

……

In the col of Hanzhou City, the Meng family army was encamped.

Meng Zhixiang stood in front of the map in the big tent with his hands behind his back, motionless.

He's waiting for news.

"Sir!" Song Zhi stepped forward with hot soup: "Let's take a sip of hot soup!" ”

Meng Zhixiang didn't move, still facing away: "What's wrong?" ”

"Sir, don't worry! More than 10,000 people in Dong Zhang's firearms array in Mimu Town, Hanzhou, although he escaped with dozens of horses, but the general trend has gone, and he can't turn over the waves. ”

"What are you going for?"

"Zizhou."

Meng Zhixiang raised his hand at this time and clicked Zizhou City on the map: "Wang Hui!" Did he think this man would repay the favor and save him? ”

"If he had been in power, he would have saved him, and now he ...... I'm afraid it's just a matter of using his head to ask you for a favor. ”

Meng Zhixiang finally turned around, he looked at Song Zhi, and said firmly: "Those who know the times are Junjie!" He's supposed to be a brain. ”

"Report!" At this time, a scout rushed into the tent: "The capital has sent a flying pigeon to pass the book!" ”

Song Zhi immediately put down the tray in his hand, stepped forward to take it and waved his hand to send the person away, and checked the bamboo pipe, but saw that the bamboo pipe was sealed with wax intact and red lacquer, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Master, Chu Palace has passed the book." ”

"Chu Palace?" Meng Zhixiang was also surprised: "Everyone is dead, who will pass on the book?" ”

When Song Zhi heard this, he immediately burned the wax, took the pulp, shook off the silk cloth and took a look, and said in surprise: "Master! He's not dead! ”

"Who?"

"Your son, Yizi Chu King Xisheng is not dead!"

Meng Zhixiang's eyebrows were raised, and he stretched out his hand in disbelief, and Song Zhi immediately handed over the silk book.

After watching, he sat in the chair and muttered after a while: "I underestimated Tang Huajin's means, and I never expected that she would actually save this poor child's life!" ”

"Master, he's still here, you still have a chance in Chu State."

Meng Zhixiang straightened up when he heard this: "Opportunity, yes!" Peng Yu, an old fox, wants to borrow my hand to turn over, okay, then let's see who borrows whose hand! ”

……

At that time, Mu Junwu got off the horse with a burden on his back, and the courtyard door was opened by Chu Xuan: "It's quite punctual." ”

"Is she awake?"

"Just got the needle and woke up."

Mu Junwu didn't say a word, he walked in and went straight to the thatched house.

Chu Xuan looked at the moon in the sky and silently returned to his house.

"You've been in bed all day, shall I take you out for a walk?" Mu Junwu looked at Hua Rou's eyes that were almost out of focus, and suggested softly, Hua Rou looked at him motionlessly, without saying anything.

Mu Junwu carefully grabbed her hand, this time, she did not have any objection, he was happy in his heart, hurriedly took out a thick cloak from the burden and wrapped her in it, and then tied the burden on his back, and boldly picked her up, after making sure that she was not dissatisfied, he walked out of the hut and took her to the grassy slope near the stream not far away.

Spread a blanket on the floor.

Mu Junwu gently hugged Hua Rou and said gently: "Do you remember those nights that belonged to us?" ”

Hua Rou remained motionless, stunned like a wooden puppet.

"You're afraid that I'll leave you and run away, and you won't sleep, so sleepy that you're pinching yourself and walking around the tree...... And the night when we were hunted down, you were panicked and restless, like a burden, but when I was poisoned, you not only detoxified me but also blocked the mountain wind all night. ”

He said that he looked at her expectantly, but her eyes didn't wave.

Mu Junwu's lips twitched slightly: "I'll show you something!" He turned and took out a few fireworks pipes from his baggage, got up and walked towards the stream.

In a short time, fireworks are lifted into the sky, and brilliant colors bloom by the stream, releasing brilliant splendor in the sound of explosion.

I don't know if it was the sound or the color that touched her, her eyes were focused, and her expression seemed to be touched.

Mu Junwu walked towards her step by step in the splendor of the fireworks at this time, just like at the beginning.

When he returned to her, he saw the thought in her eyes, and he looked forward to it, expecting it, and his whole expression was doting tenderness.

At this time, the fireworks behind him fell, and after the brilliant darkness, a few seconds later, a firefly rose up, like a dream.

Suddenly, Hua Rou's eyebrows trembled, and there were tears flashing in her eyes.

Mu Junwu saw it really and reminded excitedly: "The night we got married, it was also like this. ”

Hua Rou stood up at this time, Mu Junwu hurriedly went to help her, she glanced at Mu Junwu and did not refuse, he helped him to look at the flying fireflies, and stretched out his hand while stepping forward.

Not long after, a firefly landed in her palm, and she immediately threw away Mu Junwu's support and held the little firefly, her eyebrows were soft, but tears slipped down.

"Flower Rouge." He called to her softly, but she didn't respond to him, but looked up at the dreamy fireflies and smiled with tears.

Mu Junwu looked at her and raised his hand to remove the wooden hairpin from his bun.

Immediately, his hair poured out, and his handsome face was beautiful and affectionate in the flashing of fireflies: "I take your wooden hairpin, you take my hosta, we have become husband and wife between heaven and earth......"

Hua Rou was stunned and turned her hand to let go of the firefly, and then she raised her hand and touched the hosta on her head, and pulled it down to look at it and rub it.

"Heaven and earth are the mirror, and the stars and the moon are the evidence." Mu Junwu looked at her and said softly: "I will marry you, and I will never abandon you for the rest of my life!" ”

Hua Rou's eyes were turbulent, and in the next second, she raised her hand and threw the hosta into the stream.

Mu Junwu almost rushed to the stream, he desperately got involved in it, looking for and probing, anxious, for fear of losing this emotional token between him and her.

But because of this, he couldn't see Hua Rou's expression collapse irrepressibly at this moment, and she quickly took out a needle with her backhand and pricked it between her veins.

So slowly, Hua Rou's face full of emotions gradually calmed down and converged, and finally changed back to an indifferent cold color.

And in the stream, Mu Junwu is still looking for a hosta.

But the night was so dark that even if his eyes were special, it was difficult to find.

He was anxious, he was afraid, he knelt and lay on his stomach regardless of his manners, and touched the whole stream.

Despair crept up in his heart—would she be able to remember him without these memories?