Mu Zicheng only remembered that the silver moon was like a sickle tonight, a living icy knife hook, braving the cold soaked light, hanging above his head at all times, and it was about to fall on his neck at any time, and when he fell down, blood would splash immediately. He once galloped on the battlefield in the ice and snow, never felt cold, killed like numbness, and never feared. But at this moment, somehow, he only felt like an ice cave, like life and death, and his heart was shrinking.

He didn't dare to look at Ping Yan anymore. Such a stubborn and resolute girl, standing straight under the moon, looks like someone many years ago. Even this night, this month, even the flowers and grass crawling at her feet are from that year.

He didn't dare to reminisce anymore, only poured wine, and poured it endlessly. The wine entered his heart, the acacia became heavier, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in strong wine, burning hotly, burning layer after layer of white mist.

"If you can't love it, you can't keep it, it's better not to see it, and everyone will live up to it."

He closed his eyes, and a looming shadow slowly walked out of the darkness, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could see her lips blooming and closing, and said this softly, and then turned around without hesitation, and walked into the thin moonlight, without a trace.

"What's wrong with you?" Ping Yan saw that he was acting strangely and looked empty, so she asked.

Mu Zicheng slowly pulled out a smile, "It's okay." ”

He straightened up, his eyes dark.

Things in the world seem to be really ingenious, and the cycle repeats. For example, he really saw her shadow from Ping Yan's body.

So imagined.

When Ping Yan saw him staring at him, his expression seemed warm and cold, and he was even more weird, just thinking about leaving quickly.

Mu Zicheng saw through the hurried steps under her feet, blocked out with one arm at the right time, blocked her steps, and said: "You are very smart, you must have guessed that Yuchen married Lin Lixue for another purpose, since this is the case, why don't you wait for him for a while." I heard that you fell into the lake, it was he who rescued you for the first time, at such a juncture, he didn't care about Lin Lixue's existence, it can be seen that he still loves you. ”

Ping Yan turned her head sideways, her eyes were cold and innocent, like a ruthless old woman who had gone through the world, without a trace of beating freshness.

Mu Zicheng withdrew his arm and said, "Since you love each other, why don't you wait for him for a while, maybe in a year and a half, you will have a chance to be together?" ”

Ping Yan listened to him quietly, and it wasn't until the last word fell that the dry well-like eyes rippled shallowly, with a gloomy and gray tone, "Wait? Why should I wait? Why is Shen Yuchen worth waiting for? She smiled uncontrollably, but her fingers tore the veil fiercely, and the tails of her eyes gradually turned red, like a little flying sun, giving birth to a lot of blood. In a year and a half, we will have a chance to be together? Dare to ask this opportunity in your mouth, but what you are talking about is sneaky, Jinwu Zangjiao? ”

Her voice was heavy, especially depressing, like the mournful whimper of the wind, a little heart-rending taste.

Mu Zicheng looked at her, there was deep emotion in his eyes, and he had nothing to say. Because if nothing else, Lin Lixue will definitely become Shen Yuchen's wife. And if they want to be together, they must be secret, and she will bet on Shen Yuchen's feelings with her life.

It's just that Shen Yuchen's feelings did not dazzle her, on the contrary, she has been watching coldly in such a bottomless whirlpool of love, and she is exceptionally calm and wise, not swayed by it. Mu Zicheng can see that she has never been an obsessive little woman, and the fierceness in her heart is so great that she is destined to be unwilling to compromise and spend her life in the competition for favor and flattery.

But despite this, he still wanted to persuade a few words. Maybe I remembered myself back then, and I was also chasing fame and fortune, and I lost my beloved on the way to myself. Such pain, which is piercing to the core, will slowly gnaw away at people's will, even if they grow scars in the passage of time, they are shocking.

"Even if he has a family, he can't stand up and stay with you alone, and he can't give you the status of a dignified wife. But what are these things outside the body, you obviously love each other, love transcends life and death, can these things also become an obstacle for you? He asked. He had also asked his wife such questions.

Shen Yuchen was so paranoid that he couldn't promise her the status of flying with wings, so he couldn't bear to cut his love. So did she.

There was a bit of eagerness in his eyes, as if he was eagerly awaiting the answer she was about to utter. Ping Yan looked at him quietly, her eyes were clear and precipitated, and she suddenly smiled faintly, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she was a little contemptuous, "So what?" I want a clean life, a clean relationship, and I don't want my love to be like those house wives, turning into endless battles with others, isn't that worthless, all scheming? ”

She smiled, her eyes gradually softened, like a thin veil, without impurities, "Besides, my mother has told me ...... since I was a child" Suddenly she paused, she didn't know what to think, looked at the broken grass and flowers under her feet, and said no more, and said goodbye to him unhurriedly.

"There's some wine left, so I'll take it." She raised the wine jar in her hand, smiled lightly, and said: "Me and him, it's impossible, as for whether to let go or not, it depends on their respective creations." The tone was far lighter than her smile, and it floated on her face with a pale gray.

Then, without waiting for his next sentence, she hurriedly turned around and walked down the path. Ping Yan felt that her throat was sour, as if she had stuffed a large piece of pig iron, rusty and salty, and she was about to bend her legs, only a few faint choked throats and breathed deep and shallowly, mixed into the air, like the wind blowing grass and summer insects secretly chirping. Outsiders can't hear it, and they can't hear it.

Mu Zicheng looked at the trail, all the way to the end, especially in such a thick and dark night, it seemed that he couldn't see the end, and at the end of the road, there was only a dark hole, covered with a night fog with teeth and claws, like a net. After such a look, Ping Yan's body was no longer visible, he leaned against the trunk of the tree, his expression was confused, his mind was empty, and he seemed to remember Ping Yan's words for a while.

Clean life, clean feelings.

He muttered, thinking of his wife He Hua, and his eyes were a little sad.

It seems that he is drunk tonight, Mu Zicheng returned to the room all the way, his steps were steady, but he couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction in his mind. He opened the door and found that there were wine bottles scattered on the ground, and Shen Yuchen was lying on his back, his torso like a piece of rotten wood that could not move, and only one hand was still holding it and pouring wine into his mouth with the slender spout.

He walked over, snatched the wine jug, looked at Shen Yu, who was smiling stupidly, and had a wet wine-stained face, and also sat down on the ground, and poured a sip of wine.

Shen Yuchen raised his arm by the moonlight, slowly opened his palm, and a small ear pendant lay in the palm of his hand, the jade shape of water droplets, flowing like a still tear. He clenched it tightly, closed his eyes, and put his fist on his heart, remembering those fragments of life and death.

Like snowflakes, they turn into smoke.

......

In late August, after the beginning of autumn, the summer heat gradually subsided, and several trickling autumn rains moistened the mountains and lakes, and the mountain breeze gradually bred coolness.

The newspaper published the upcoming wedding date of Shen Yuchen and Lin Lixue, which is scheduled for November 12 this year. The other party's power entrenched in Qingzhou has increased instead of decreasing, and the confidential generals of the Central China Army have been wooed many times, and there are even rumors that the commander of Jin Wu, who is in charge of the six provinces of Lingnan, also secretly came to Qingzhou and negotiated with Lin Heng with gold and treasure, but the result is unknown. Of course, this is just word of mouth speculation and cannot be believed. However, one thing is certain, the wavering Lin Heng has finally put himself in the right position in these days, and everything he does tends to be the faction of the Central China Army.

Others only say that it is just another power struggle, a change of regime, which mountain is high and where to go. As everyone knows, the person who is planning behind the scenes is the most unknown Shen Yuchen, he uses marriage, Lin Lixue, and Lin Heng's biggest blood weakness, slowly plotting it, and is done.

The trip to Mingcui Villa is coming to an end, and most of the celebrities and dignitaries, the young master Shuyuan, have been playing for half a month, and they can't bear to be patient, so they have already gone to enjoy the world outside. The rest are only a series of people represented by Dong Guosheng in the Lingnan Army, as well as Mu Zicheng and others in the Central China Army.

After more than a month of competition, the curtain will finally be drawn.

There were seven or eight small porcelain bottles lined up on the table, and Ping Yan took the red paper cut into strips to write their names, carefully glued them one by one, and chattered to Dongxia about the efficacy of each bottle of medicine.

Dong Xia lay quietly on the edge of the table, listening to her nagging, until she stuffed the porcelain bottle into the burden that had been prepared on the side.

She grabbed Ping Yan's free hands across the table, bent her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Good young lady, it's not like I'm leaving today, why did you become so nagging?" ”

Ping Yan also smiled, looked at the bulging package, and then looked at Dongxia, who was clearly depressed and sad, and couldn't help but feel at a loss, and didn't know what to do or what to say. The parting is imminent, the smoke of gunfire is everywhere, in such a world, I really can't count when the next meeting will be, but it's okay.

Thinking about it like this, the tip of my nose is a little sour, and my heart is very blocked. Ping Yanqiang smiled, and the brightness was too much, but instead taught Dongxia to add more sadness and sadness.

Dongxia said: "I'll wait for you to finish your business, come to Changzhou to redeem me, give me a free body, let me go to see the great rivers and mountains in the four places, and live the rest of my life carefree." ”

With waiting, there is hope, no matter how far away.

Ping Yan nodded solemnly, held Dongxia's hand, and looked at her, "When is Shen Dashao's train?" I won't send you off then, I'll save it for the next meeting. ”

"Three days later, after this tomorrow, this hunting horse."

Ping Yan bowed her head, only smiled quietly, graceful and gentle. Dongxia felt like a hillside chrysanthemum in her hometown, just like her sister back then, but she didn't say it, she only kept her admiration and joy in her heart, flowing like honey, very sweet.