The shadow of the moon slanted westward, and the shadows of the room were reflected through the window. This shadow seems to be embedded in the water and moon, and it is also trembling and leisurely, and only the quiet silence can not tear apart the scheming of each other.

Surprisingly, Dong Guosheng did not respond. He seemed to be standing outside, and he didn't hear Dong Changlin's begging on the ground at all, and he was indifferent and terrifying, so he only said lightly, "It's late at night, go back and rest." ”

Ping Yan hung her head from beginning to end, looking quiet and restrained.

But Dong Changlin made up his mind in a rare way, and still refused to retreat down the steps. He knocked his head three more times, and all of them fell together, and his forehead was already bruised.

A second before he was about to speak, he was interrupted by an awe-inspiring, cold voice. Ping Yan looked directly at Dong Guosheng, her eyes were clear, "With my status, I am not worthy of the young master, and I have never thought of marrying the young master, please don't worry." ”

When Dong Changlin heard this, his body bowed to the ground, like a thin bamboo bent by snow, and he sifted it twice invisibly, but he still gritted his teeth and stabilized. It seemed that after a long time, he stiffened up half of his body, stiffened his head sideways, and his eyes climbed like a dying ant, moving up step by step, until the longing face came into view, and he seemed to find a trace of vitality.

It's just that this vitality hurts.

Every breath and breath is a dull sharp pain.

He stared at her lips, the upper and lower pieces were round and small, clearly outlined, not deep or shallow, like budding flowers. It's just so thin, it seems to be illuminated by the moonlight behind him, and it is going to be transparent. It is worthy of those heartless words.

He was a little dizzy and seemed to have wet eyes. But he was still delusional, or reluctant, he supported his crumbling body, and his tone was as light as the wind, and he asked word by word, "You really don't want to marry me?" Whatever? ”

"I don't want to."

Her lips opened and closed, puffing out the smoke, cold, almost without thinking.

She seemed to feel that it was not enough, and wanted to stab him again in the heart that he could not bear.

"I admire a hero in troubled times like Dashuai, if Dashuai doesn't dislike it, please accept me."

It's not a thunderbolt on a sunny day, but a silent word knife, the tip of the knife is thin, and it is unsightly to the naked eye, wrapped in her direct affection, piercing into the whole body, not very painful, only a kind of despair that everything is ashes, like a big net that destroys the world, engulfing him from beginning to end.

Ping Yan's afterglow was unswerving, such a strong desire to belong to a weak woman looked at Dong Guosheng's eyes, and it was a little more dangerous.

In fact, she also took risks and made a temporary decision, but she was forced to come to this point step by step by Dong Changlin's self-righteous feelings. She wants to stop all this from going to an irreversible situation before Dong Guosheng makes a decision, as for Dong Changlin, he is pure and good-natured, but it is a pity that he was born in the sinful Dong family. One day, she will personally send him to Huangquan Road, but before that, she does not want to deceive his feelings.

She only wants his life, and she doesn't want to be emotionally entangled, which only adds to the burden.

And falling into this field, getting close to Dong Guosheng, and seducing him with beauty is Ping Yan's choice.

She wanted to capture Dong Guosheng's heart before Dong Guosheng had murderous intent towards him.

Dong Guosheng had a smile on his face that couldn't figure out the roots, grinning slightly, looking at his eyes, his eyes were squinted in the folds, the whites of his eyes couldn't be seen clearly, and there seemed to be only a pair of dark pupils left, in such a dangerous and quiet and picturesque night, like some kind of beast hiding in the grass and ready to move, revealing a strong and cruel fierce light, filtered by the moonlight, only two green and miserable beams remained.

Again, he didn't answer.

Ping Yan felt that Dong Guosheng had a bad heart for her, and he was very cautious about his precautions, so it seemed that the strong and weak precautions made her difficult to estimate the opponent.

She can only temporarily appear to be domesticated and docile.

When Ping Yan came out, the cool breeze was just right, blowing on the person's body, and it was drenched. She walked slowly around the middle of nowhere, and then she realized a cold sweat on her back, sticking to her clothes, like a snowflake melting.

She looked back, it seemed that the inkstone came out of Dong Guosheng's room with Dong Changlin in his arms, and from this angle, he was dressed in a plain white satin robe, loosely worn on his body, like a thin crescent moon, as if it would soon fall apart.

She couldn't help but speed up her steps, turned around and hid behind the flower and tree rockery, as if she had done something unworthy of others, until their figures walked away, only like a wandering spirit, the six gods and no owners appeared, sneaking, watching them disappear around the corner of the path.

I don't know when she also became indecisive and sentimental, and gradually became dominated by sensuality, and was about to become a person with warmth and weakness.

She sincerely felt panicked, this feeling was like waking up, you looked at yourself in the mirror, or the face that was the same as the sun, but the three souls and seven spirits inside were all occupied by other things. This kind of thing is called seven emotions and six desires, which can be big or small, formless, can make people feel the beauty of being in the world, and can make a person with an iron wall become fragile.

Master once said that a strong person often has no temperature and cannot perceive warmth, so his heart is as hard as a wall, and a thousand emotions in this world cannot be controlled by all kinds of causes.

And she seems to be going against her original self.

Shen Yuchen cut her heart a sweet and painful opening, she began to be uncontrollable and vulnerable, in the face of irretrievable reality again and again, she seemed to forget the mission of living, as if she had become a hate girl who was hurt by love and depressed. But Dong Changlin appeared at the right time, calm as the wind, gentle as light, the gap can be entered, and it appropriately repaired her scarred heart. The affection cultivated by the days is the most imperceptible, so she softened her heart and dragged Dong Changlin's life day by day.

Ping Yan raised her head and looked at the moon for thousands of miles, shining brightly on the lights of thousands of homes.

She remembered that her parents were still alive and the family was harmonious, and she thought of Chang Kun who died in the lockdown, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

How could she be soft on the enemy's son?

Even if Dong Changlin suffered for his father, it would not be an exaggeration!

Ping Yan was immersed in memories and was annoyed, and she didn't realize that when she got up, a tall shadow stood straight behind her, until the shadow stretched out her sturdy arm and gently patted her shoulder, she suddenly came back to her senses, and the next action was to bend over, and the slender legs under the cheongsam swept neatly and strongly.

The shadow retreated, and the tips of milky white high-heeled leather shoes brushed the belt around his waist.

Ping Yan retracted her legs, looked at it closely, and found that the person was Mu Zicheng.

She was a little flustered, forgot to react, and just stared at him.

Mu Zicheng looked at her eyes red, her nose slightly open, and she made enough postures, and when she saw it, she was actually a weak woman who was about to be bullied and wanted to fight hard, and she felt very interesting, especially the heroic horizontal kick just now, which was also a little inexplicably familiar. He smiled slightly, his usual calm and serious facial features seemed to be relaxed, today he didn't have glasses, he only wore a military uniform, not even a military hat, under the simple and clean short hair, under the flying thick sword eyebrows was a pair of eyes that narrowed into a shoreline, and even the eyelashes seemed to tremble with laughter, and two lines of fan shadows were dangling.

Ping Yan didn't know where the courage and temper came from, so she reprimanded without any scruples: "Don't laugh if you're rude!" ”

Mu Zicheng was obviously stunned for a moment, but he was smiling.

Ping Yan was silent.

His eyes caught a glimpse of Ping Yan's shadow looking at the moon with the wind, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but calm down. He followed her gaze, all the way up, until the moon on the top of Xiao Han was full of joys and sorrows, and similarly, her eyes seemed to hide the criss-crossing veins on the moon, and she was also trapped in her own joys and sorrows.

Mu Zicheng felt a dull pain in his heart, densely creeping over, like poisonous vine thorns, unexpectedly piercing somewhere in his heart, it was not enough to be fatal, but the pain was very lingering.

Such a scene is all too familiar.

It's as familiar as that flying kick.

He seemed to see someone's shadow in her.

There was once such a beautiful woman who gave him a majestic kick sweep when they met him for the first time, and the last time they met was when she stood beside him, looking up at the moon, with sparkling eyes in her eyes, sighing and joy, and faintly sad.

That person was her wife, and he had forgotten about it for years.

Mu Zicheng took out two pots of small wine from his pocket, a palm-sized red clay jar, and handed one to Ping Yan.

Ping Yan took it, but only held it in her hand and did not open it. He took several sips of it with a grunt, and when he was happy, he leaned loosely against the trunk of the tree, and said with a smile: "Wine is good wine, but anyone who drinks wine is not a relaxed person." ”

His words were inexplicably moved, making people feel so desolate. In the breeze of this moonlit night, the two people who seemed to be out of reach also seemed to have a trace of sadness in sympathy. Ping Yan felt that her heart was depressed, pulled out the wine seal, and decisively poured it into her mouth.

The liquor is like a throat, like a cooked knife, drilled into the throat, numb and painful, and bitter.

"Even if Shen Yuchen is drunk tonight, he won't find any sense of ease." He paused, his dark gaze cast into the night, "Things have been going on to this day, you should have guessed Yuji's distress." ”

Difficulties?

These days, she has indeed noticed some clues, and after repeated deliberations, she has come to some conclusions. It's just that Shen Yuchen changed his mind so quickly, and he had other plans to marry Lin Lixue. This map has already sounded the bell in Mu Zicheng's sudden arrival tonight, and it is nothing more than Shen Yuchen wanting to help the Huazhong Army obtain the right to divide the battlefield in Qingyuan Town.

It's just that these are Shen Yuchen's choices, and they have nothing to do with her.

"I've always been stubborn and ruthless, and if you're here to be a lobbyist, I won't listen to a word even if you say it."