In the world, the teahouse is fragrant, but it is difficult to beat the blurred dream, and the charm erodes the bones.

After listening to a few light-hearted legends of talented and beautiful women, the teahouse changed the number of scenes, but two singers appeared.

The accompaniment is a tall old man, holding a Western Regions huqin, squeaky but melodious, the singer standing on the side is just an ordinary posture, although the singing voice can not be called natural, but in the ordinary market is also stunning, just listen to her singing:

The Milky Way turns three thousand songs, bathing in the heron and flying the heron Cheng Bo Bi, where is the return boat, the sunset river upstairs.

The sky hates the plum waves, so the branches are sealed and the snow is sealed, and the deep courtyard curtain is seen, and the cold on the river should be pitied.

Yun Sheng listened, nodded and sighed:

Where is the return to the boat, where is the return to the boat, well, Jiang Shanglou, not bad, not bad.

After listening to the song, I got up and checked out.

Out of the door, the night and the cold became more and more pulled together, raging boundlessly, and the thick heavy coat he was wearing played a shielding role at this time, he put his hat on the top of his head as he walked, well, it looked like it was going to snow, he thought, and couldn't help but hide his collar and walk quickly to the river.

In the bazaar, I didn't feel the wind, and when I got out of the shelter of the bricks and tiles on both sides of the street, a strong wind suddenly struck, Yun Sheng took a breath of cool air, and looked up at the gray and white ripples of the river, and a black tower bridge house looked lonely and heavy in the ice.

Yun Sheng walked closer, but saw a person standing there at the door, heard his footsteps, still looked at the river and was distracted, and did not turn his head.

"Sir!"

Yun Sheng called softly, looking at the handsome silhouette against the cold light of the river, he hadn't seen him for many days, and he felt a lot in his heart.

Only then did the gentleman turn around, glance at him, and said indifferently:

"Yunsheng, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are becoming more and more sophisticated."

Yun Sheng somehow choked up:

"I haven't seen Mr. and Blue Yi for many days, and I miss and remember it very much, so I have to tell Mr. in this way. Please forgive me, sir! ”

The man in white walked in front of Yun Sheng, reached out and stroked his head gently, and said:

"The blue coat is worry-free, you don't have to worry about it. But you should be careful. ”

His clothes were thin, but his palms were not very cold, Yun Sheng still said with concern:

"It's such a cold winter, Sir should always add something to cover!"

The man in white smiled and said:

"It's okay with this kind of cold, well, if there is no emergency situation recently, you should wait for the opportunity in the Prince's Mansion for the time being. At that time, there will be your results. ”

The words seemed to come out of his mouth inexplicably, and there was a sense of fate that could not be hidden, and Yun Sheng secretly wondered:

Why is it that every time my husband looks at me, there seems to be a faint flash of unbearable emotion? Is it because my father's revenge has not been avenged, the feeling of disappointment, or the helplessness of being extremely disappointed in what I have done?

There was nothing to say for a while, and the man in white turned his head to look at the river again, and couldn't help but sigh in a half-loud voice:

"Yunsheng, I hope that one day in the future, no matter what you do, or decide to do, you must remember:

There is no absolute fairness in the Three Realms! The so-called good law and evil law are nothing but illusory illusions. ”

Seeing that Yun Sheng was still puzzled, he didn't explain much, patted Yun Sheng's shoulder, and disappeared in a flash.

Yun Sheng stood motionless, there was no moonlight tonight, and the cold silver was reflected in his eyes, as if a chill was slowly drawn out from the bottom of his heart:

What am I calling for?

After a long time, he tightened his already cold inner and outer robes, and was about to leave, but he heard a small sneeze in the distance, and he was stunned:

How did she end up here?

......

......

Somewhere in the Three Realms, the farmhouse nursery is still the same.

The shadow of the flower soul tree that was almost burned by Yan Jun of the three halls, under the careful restoration and cultivation, gradually recovered its vitality, and was playing freely in the sky, the man held a light of tea in his hand, sat under the shade of the willows, shook the bamboo fan like a cool and closed his eyes to recuperate, listening to the whisper of flowers, the shadow of the tree moved, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was extremely comfortable.

In the middle of the day, he suddenly felt a wisp of cold air approaching, he was holding the tea in his hand, and then raised his hand to sprinkle the shadow of the flower soul tree that was happy and carefree, the tea did not fall, but stood like a warm wall in the sky, isolating the cold air from entering, and also stopping the footsteps of the hard intruder.

"Didn't I tell you? Come to me, don't use the power of the underworld, you'll freeze my flowers to death!" ”

The Third Hall Yan Jun sneered and said:

"Look at me, always forgetting! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

He hugged his hands and made a gesture, with a rare respect. The man glanced at him, but also sneered:

"What's so difficult about coming to me for verification? I have been ignoring the affairs of the Three Realms for a long time, and the last time I rescued Cheng'er, it was also because I had met him a few times, and I was fated, alas, don't bother me whenever I encounter anything, and then I have to give my space to move ah."

Although his tone was light, the Third Hall Yan Jun knew very well that he would definitely do what he said, and he would never say anything.

So, he also relaxed his tone and smiled:

"It's not that I'm having trouble doing anything, I'm just passing through here to visit your old man's home. Rash visit, offended! ”