The Sakura King's Mansion is full of cherry trees and cherry blossoms.

The evening cherry blossoms are pink, not thick or light, slightly squeamish, even in the moon shadow, set off by the branches and leaves, they are still extraordinarily charming and extraordinarily gorgeous.

Wrapped in a long cloak and touching the hood on her head, Morning Light appeared in the Sakura Palace.

The huge palace is full of cherry blossoms, and it is a veritable cherry blossom house.

Tonight's Sakura Mansion is very quiet, there are no patrolling families in the mansion, and the lights in the courtyard are dim.

There is only a wisp of piano sound, and the sound of the piano is half hidden in the splendid cherry blossoms, with a trace of sadness that makes people's hearts tremble slightly, like sadness, like helplessness. The sound of the piano is pleasant, the appeal is very strong, such as the spring in the mountains, like a cold butterfly flapping its wings, and the rhyme is very beautiful. Ups and downs, such as flowing water, beautiful and beautiful. But no matter what kind of musical note, there is always a faint sadness dancing under his fingertips.

Yan Ying sat in a courtyard surrounded by cherry blossoms, dressed in purple clothes embroidered with silver moire.

He didn't wear clothes of this color when he was in Shengzi Mountain, he didn't have clothes of fixed color, and Chenguang didn't know why he fell in love with this color after leaving Shengzi Mountain, she thought, it wasn't because of "purple qi coming from the east", this indifferent purple showed that it was bright and bright on the outside, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a bleakness that people couldn't ignore inside.

Yan Ying knew that she had arrived, but the hand of the piano did not stop, and he did not look up at her. The poignant music flowed from his pale fingertips, stirring people's hearts, and they were about to cry after listening to it for a long time.

Chenguang turned around, sat on a chaise longue with a thick soft blanket not far away, twisted up the soft and glutinous osmanthus cake in the porcelain plate, and listened to him play the piano while eating.

She doesn't think that listening to him play the piano while eating snacks is disrespectful to his piano sound, she has listened to him play the piano since she was a child, and she has memorized the tunes he likes to play, and when she listened to him play the piano in the past, she would still worship and look at her eyes, but now she is no longer that age, she has been taught by him, and she is tired of listening to it, so she will no longer feel how powerful he is.

After the intense long-distance glissando, the tune suddenly closes, and the sound of the sound lingers in the air for a long time.

Yan Ying withdrew her slender and white fingertips, was silent for a moment, turned her head, and glanced at the morning light.

"It's so late." He said.

Chenguang glanced at him: "I didn't say I would definitely come, and I didn't say when I would come." ”

Her retort was justified.

Yan Ying hooked her lips, smiled, got up from the piano, walked to the low table on the side, sat down, and moved closer to her.

"You are so majestic at the gate of the city today." He said with a smile, lifting the flask on the low table at hand, pouring half a cup of sake, picking up the glass, and taking a sip without hurry.

Chenguang glanced at him.

He used to not drink alcohol, and the bad habit of not leaving the cup was developed after leaving the Holy Son Mountain, she had heard that Yan Ying was a drinker when she was in Longxi Kingdom, especially fond of three-flavor wine, since reuniting with him, for so many years, almost every time I see him, I can see him drinking. Chenguang doesn't drink, she doesn't know what to drink in wine, the faint smell of wine on his body is not there before, she hates it.

"The smell of wine on your body, I first smelled it and thought it was a duck with sake lees." She said bitterly.

The corners of Yan Ying's lips hooked the curvature, and she was not annoyed.

She was now able to sit with him peacefully, a seemingly peaceful scene that outsiders mistakenly thought was about to be freed from the ice, but he knew that there was nothing worse than this peace, which was a precursor to the formal severance of the past and the collapse of the past.

Pale rose-colored lips pursed slightly on the rim of the glass, and he took a sip of the three-flavored wine. Three-flavor wine, three flavors in the wine, advancing layer by layer, slowly spreading, bitter, strong, sweet, the last trace of sweetness is the most wonderful, but that sweetness still can't escape the previous bitterness, spiciness, astringency.

"Someone has posted about the Holy Son Mountain in various countries, have you heard?" He asked not in questioning, but in a firm tone.

"Well, I heard that." Chenguang responded lightly and took a bite of the sweet, soft and glutinous osmanthus cake.

"I didn't do it." Yan Ying clarified herself lightly, and her tone sounded a little careless.

"I know." Chenguang didn't pause, took his words, and responded.

Yan Ying was slightly surprised, he laughed, and said in an incredible tone: "You actually believe me?" ”

Chenguang didn't answer, she asked rhetorically, "Is there anything unusual here in Yicheng?" ”

He knew that she was asking about the notice: "There is nothing unusual, it is that someone paid a few illiterate beggars to post them everywhere, and the beggars are greedy for money, and they don't know what they are posting, and they can't tell who hired them." ”

Chenguang was silent, and the results found out by Xiao Run's side were also like this, these days, anyone who is not careful can be bitten by a beggar.

Yan Ying was silent, he didn't really want to ask, but after this incident, which was also related to his past, he also wanted to find out. After hesitating for a long time, he opened his mouth and asked in a low voice:

"The people of Shengzi Mountain, did you clean it all up at the beginning?"

"Cleaned up." Chenguang leveled his face and replied in a faint voice.

The two did not look at each other, and the silence that followed made Yan Ying feel suffocated. He shouldn't have taken the initiative to mention this matter for her to think back, although even if he didn't mention it, he wouldn't forget it, even if he didn't regret his original choice until now, he still felt that he shouldn't have mentioned it.

He calmly took a sip of the three-flavor wine, frowned, and used a suspicious tone to dispel the embarrassment that had just appeared because of the silence, and said to himself as if he was puzzled: "Where did the news leak from?" ”

Chenguang tilted his head, glanced at him lazily, and snorted: "The reason why you chose to escape that day is not because Si Tong just sent a few people to leave Shengzi Mountain that day, and the defense of Shengzi Mountain was a little lax?" ”

The straightforward and sharp word "escape" in her mouth pierced Yan Ying's heart, making him feel embarrassed for a moment, he smiled stiffly, sipped three flavors of wine, and said in a casual tone:

"I thought you got rid of those people later."

"They are not stupid, knowing that I washed the Holy Son Mountain in blood, will they still rush back to die?" Morninglight snorted.

"Where did they go when they left the Holy Son Mountain?" Yan Ying ignored her displeasure and asked.

"What you don't know, how can I know." Chenguang replied lazily, leaning back on the couch and licking the crumbs from his fingers.

Yan Ying felt a little embarrassed from her suggestive words, and although she didn't say it clearly, his heart still felt a little blocked.

He grimaced his pale face and said no more.