When Ping Yan squinted and fell asleep, she heard Dong Changlin's intermittent voice asking for water to drink.

She took the teacup and took the spoon and fed it to him one bite at a time. Dong Chang turned around when he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ping Yan's face, which was as illusory as an illusion, he thought he had dreamed of her again, and subconsciously opened his lips and whispered, "Sister, sister...... You're coming, you're coming again in my dreams. ”

This sister called out of his mouth, it was even more familiar and weird, Ping Yan's heart trembled, and she looked at him with some horror, and it took a long time to calm down, and she suppressed the sudden and chilling thought in her heart.

No way! No way! How could he be Shen Jiuzhou! It's incredible.

"Young Master Dong, you're awake." She smiled faintly and asked again, "Do you feel hungry, why don't I let the inkstone serve a bowl of porridge?" ”

Dong Changlin looked at her deeply a few times, looked away, stared at the tent above his head in despair, muttered to himself, tears were unstoppable, "Sister...... My sister can't come back...... We may never go back to the way we were......"

The inkstone brought ginseng porridge from the kitchen, and Ping Yan helped Dong Changlin to get up and fed him spoonful by spoonful. He still seemed to have lost his soul, unconscious, his eyes did not blink, and he stared at the air in a daze.

Ping Yan talked to him like a gossip, but it was all from the bottom of her heart, "Born in such a troubled world, everywhere is full of war, hunger, banditry, poverty, and plague...... But being born as a human being is the most vulnerable and helpless, and any of these situations are difficult to match as a human being, so they can only suffer and resist in the Jedi. But in such a dire world, from the elderly to the young-toothed children, they are still working hard to live, looking forward to the dawn one day, not to mention the young people who are in high spirits. ”

"Don't you want to live, your life is obviously so rich, high, and envied by the world, why don't you drink medicine and seek death?"

She really wants the Dong family to die, and she will never be able to live forever, but it is not yet that time.

Her game of revenge has only just begun.

Speaking of the sore spots, Dong Changlin slowly turned his head and looked at Ping Yan, his vision was deep and vast, teaching people to see emotions, but the only thing that was certain was that his eyes carried great sadness.

"I was sick and dying, and I was bent on dying, all to atone for my sins. Because it is so painful to live, especially to live in such a palatial and cold palace, to embrace memories. ”

"The ants are still stealing life, although life is not as good as death, but fortunately, they can love and hate and perceive, but if they die, they will really be gone, and there will be no traces. Are you willing to let go of your memories, even though they are painful, but don't you also die and never let go? ”

Ping Yan's voice was soft, like the wind blowing clumps of thriving velvet grass, in awe of life. But his heart was like stabbing on the needleboard, the pain was almost suffocating, the world was gray and dilapidated, only the girl in front of him with ice muscles and jade bones was blooming like a white magnolia, let him take a look at it more, even if it was a thousand cuts, he was reluctant to leave.

Although they never went back, his sister did return to him.

He can't die, he has to guard her.

"I don't want to die, you'll save me, will you?"

"Yes, I'll save you." Ping Yan gently hooked her lips and fed him the last spoonful of porridge. Lowering his eyes for a moment, covering up the evil color in the corners of his eyes.

The scorching sun in August is a hot day.

Mulan Mountain is the main peak of Qingfeng Mountain, the trees are green, the middle of the mountain is surrounded by the vast Cuihuai River, in this scorching summer, the most refreshing, is the summer resort.

Lin Heng's private manor is undulating according to the terrain, built on the mountainside, named Mingcui Courtyard, large and small, occupying 100 acres of good land.

Every August, Lin Heng will bring his family to live here for a month and a half. This year, he left a little early, and moved in at the beginning of July, entrusting his military full authority to his subordinate Cheng Licheng, who had followed him for many years.

Central China has been out of war for half a month, the Lingnan army Jin warlord north across the Chilong River, although the military strength is slightly superior, but it is too far away from the old cave, over time, the supply of grain and grass must be insufficient, and the Central China army led by the Marshal of the Mu family is losing and retreating, suffering heavy losses, and is asking for help from all sides. The war has been going on for more than four months, and if this stalemate continues, both armies will end up killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 of themselves, and the simplest and most effective way for either side to win the war is to open up another battlefield.

Qingzhou is bordered by all parts of Central China and the six provinces of Lingnan, and is easy to defend and difficult to attack, rich in materials, and is undoubtedly a military treasure land that occupies the best time and place. Now the forces of both the north and the south are ready to move, trying to persuade and lure Lin Heng to give up a precipitous town on the border of Qingzhou, and send Qingzhou military reinforcements as a sub-battlefield. If the Central China Army gains it, it will be able to attack from the front and back, and turn the defense into an attack. If the Lingnan army gains it, it will be able to form an unimpeded connection with the six Lingnan provinces under its jurisdiction.

In the past few days, Dong Guosheng has come to Qingzhou, and Mu Yao, the sixth young man of the Mu family, has not left, and has knocked on the side several times to propose Qingyuan Town in Qingzhou as a battlefield. Lin Heng is well aware of the powerful relationship, and neither of the north and the south wants to offend, so he can only pretend to be stupid, and hide in the other courtyard early to hide and not see outsiders.

This Dong Guosheng has just returned from the front line of the main battlefield, and he has been entrusted by the marshal Jin Wu, so he must persuade Lin Heng at all costs to win the right to divide the battlefield in Qingyuan Town. He was impatient again, so he rushed to the other courtyard in a hurry, and insisted on pulling Lin Heng to advise, but Lin Heng neither agreed nor refused, still plausible.

Dong Guosheng grinded in the courtyard for a few days, but there was no result. I don't know how to let Mu Zicheng know, he is not to be outdone, he took his subordinates, prepared generous gifts, and went in a hurry, playing language games with Dong Guosheng every day.

Lin Heng was caught in the middle of not being offended, and he was tortured enough, so he waved his hand and wrote dozens of invitations, inviting rich businessmen and celebrities in Qingzhou, and dignitaries to come to the courtyard for summer vacation.

Since the quarrel with Shen Yuchen that day, Ping Yan moved to Dong Changlin and became his personal doctor. Master stayed here for a few days and hurried to Changzhou. And this trip to Mingcui Villa, Dong Changlin was also invited to be registered, and she also needs to follow with her.

There is a drinking party in the villa today, Ping Yan doesn't want to go, Dong Changlin wants to accompany Ping Yan, but he doesn't want to go. Reflecting the scenery of the lake and mountains, flowers and plants, the two of them shared a table of refreshments, and kept a quiet place.

Yuan Dong Changlin didn't want to come to the invitation, he couldn't bear his father's admonition several times, and he thought that Ping Yan was depressed all day long, and he would be happy when he went to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to play, so he came.

He looked at Ping Yan indifferently and uninterested in anything, like an old woman who had read all the vicissitudes of life and had no attachment to the world, he was really distressed, so he wanted to make her happy, and said, "You wait here for me, I'll go get something good." ”

As he spoke, he trotted quickly down the pavilion.

Ping Yan looked at his increasingly refreshed body and couldn't help but sigh.

She had thought more than once about placing the most potent poison in his medicine bowl, but each time she had given up under the intense struggle of her thoughts.

At first, she wanted to firmly hold the fish rope of Dong Changlin, to hook Dong Guosheng, and even the Dong family, and annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop when the time was ripe.

But after getting along with him for so many days, his ignorance and kindness, weakness and sadness gradually made Ping Yan soften her heart. Even she didn't know what kind of mentality she had towards the son of this heinous enemy.

She straightened up and looked over the railing. Towering mountains, thousands of miles of smoke, it turns out that my heart is so narrow, and such a vast and magnificent scenery can't wash away that haze.

"You can see that the green mountains are continuous and majestic, but after all, they are separated by a layer of clouds and mountains and mist. Sometimes, seeing is not always believing. ”

A voice came from behind him, from the time he spat out the first word to the end of the last word. Ping Yan's heart seemed to be crumpled in an instant, sore, and sore, and she almost couldn't stand up.

She was reluctant to go to the drinking party for fear of seeing him. Even if she said that she was a stranger, she should be like a stranger, and she had forgotten all about the past, according to her previous nature, even if they met, they could still talk casually. But she didn't want to do it in her heart, like a mouse that couldn't see people, she would rather hide, wishing she would never see her.

Even with a look, Ping Yan didn't want to meet again. As if no one was there, she walked sideways, and before she could take a single step, her wrist was clamped fiercely.

"Shen Yuchen, what are you doing!" Ping Yan glared at him viciously.

Shen Yuchen looked at Ping Yan's face, his eyebrows were like frost, like a sculpture, and all his emotions seemed to be frozen.

He stretched out his fingers, slowly stroked Ping Yan's face, and then slid to his chin, gently, blurring his eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment he was distracted, Ping Yan took out the meniscus knife and pressed it against his chest, her eyes frosted, "Let go of me!" ”