The flowers on the side of the Qujiang River had been bent down by the snow, and the team of 3,000 people was silent, not even the horses dared to neigh, Xi Yan sat in the car as it was, still holding her in his arms, his arms became numb from soreness, but his heart was numb after a moment...... It gets more and more painful.

They finally returned, but they were separated from yin and yang.

In Anding City, red lanterns have been removed in front of all mansions, the Qinlou Chu Pavilion does not hear the music, and the Qinglou Painting Boat does not see benefactors...... The Xi Mansion in the north of the city is even more suspended, and there are occasional places where red plums grow in the city, and the flower branches have been tied with plain yarn, and everything is mourning for An Ruofei's death.

The heavy snow that has fallen day after day seems to have covered Anding City with the thickest and purest white silk...... Everyone already knows that when this lady was alive, she gave to the poor and advised and assisted...... Lingjiang had never snowed so much, and the snow continued to fall for several days, until the day of her funeral, when a gap cleared.

Although it is clear...... But everyone felt that it was colder that day, and the chill of the snow penetrated into everyone's hearts.

But they didn't know that what was sent out of the city for burial that day was just an empty coffin, An Ruofei was buried in the back garden of Xi Mansion, Xi Yan didn't want her to go to the deep mountains and wilderness alone, and the back garden full of white plums in Xi Mansion was her real resting place.

The withered grass and heavy snow covered the loess, Xi Yan was dressed in a silver-white brocade robe, standing in front of the bluestone tombstone with his hands, suddenly as if facing her eyebrows.

The snow fell on his hair and shoulders, and the lead clouds rolled as if she were in a fluttering garment......

On the stone table in front of the tomb, the cold wine in the cup was slightly rippling, this was still the kind of wine they used on the night of their wedding, but Xi Yan would never drink it again.

The wind and snow are as scattered as yesterday, and the back garden of Xifu is as quiet as before, no one will disturb An Ruofei's rest, and few people know that there is a lone tomb in the plum forest.

For several days, Xi Yan didn't go to see her again, and when the love was strong, the love became thinner, if it wasn't because he cared too much and was too uncomfortable, how could he not dare to touch it?

An Ruofei seems to have never entered Xi Yan's life, he still deals with his business in the Assassin's Mansion and the study every day, big and small things have never been delayed, it seems that he has forgotten this pain, forgot that there was a person next to him, and forgot the person who waited for him to fall asleep.

But only those who had been serving him could see the pain of being alone in the dead of night in the face of the lone lamp, facing his own shadow......

Xi Yun gently pushed open his courtyard door, the light in the study was on, and he walked slowly towards the study, his steps heavy but resolute.

According to the old rules, he was one of the few people who could enter without knocking on the door, Xi Yan had a pot of wine in front of him, and he would sometimes want to get drunk, but he was more afraid of the decadence and despair after waking up, the wine would be delivered on time every day, but he never took a sip.

"Is there something wrong?"

Xi Yan's voice was calm and hoarse, but his eyes had lost their freshness.

Xi Yun suddenly knelt down heavily, his head hung deeply, but the words he had thought of were choked in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

"What do you do?"

Xi Yan looked at him coldly, Xi Yun has been with him for many years and has always been outspoken...... At the moment, it is so difficult.

Xi Yun closed his eyes for a long time, but still took a deep breath and said resolutely: "Subordinate...... I have come to ask for my guilt. ”

"What crime?"

"Death of the Lady...... Subordinates are guilty. ”

Xi Yan got up slowly, turned his back again, and said coldly: "Her death ...... None of you have done anything wrong, Providence wills. ”

"It's the subordinate's fault."

Xi Yun had already begun to choke, and the corners of Xi Yan's eyes had begun to soak, and his intuition made him feel that maybe he had to face something unacceptable.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xi Yun swallowed the sour throat raw, kowtowed, and said: "That day, the prince informed his subordinates that you would take your wife to Hanshui Villa, and ordered your subordinates to go over and wait first, and the subordinates would take people to Jiwei Mountain to meet the owner of Zhao Zhuang first. ”

"I know that."

"After the subordinates went to Hanshui Villa to meet the owner of Zhao Zhuang, they found that the wife of the owner of the village was Miss He and He in the past...... And Mrs. Feng also recognized her subordinates. That night, she sent someone to her subordinate's room and asked her to meet her in the backyard. ”

Xi Yan was silent all the time, and only after a while did he slowly say, "You went." ”

Xi Yun became embarrassed again: "The subordinates and subordinates didn't want to go along, but Mrs. Feng said to the maidservant that Mrs. wanted to ask something about you, please ask the subordinates to go and solve their doubts, and the subordinates went to see her with the maid." ”

"And then?"

As soon as Mrs. Feng saw her subordinates, she asked you how you were and how you were with your wife, and the subordinates answered them one by one, and then ...... Madame Feng told her subordinates that she was always reluctant to you, and wanted her subordinates to tell her when you would start from stability, and that your subordinates should have kept their duties, but Madame Feng begged her subordinates to tell her so that she could be ready to see you...... When I went to Hanshui Villa again that day, my subordinates realized that Mrs. Feng had asked her subordinates about your whereabouts, but she was trying to tell those killers. The subordinates know that their sins are unforgivable, if the subordinates are more vigilant that day, you and your wife will not be robbed and killed, and the son has never treated me well, but I am so careless, please punish the son! ”

Xi Yun kowtowed heavily to the ground, telling his thoughts these days, even if he understood what he was facing, he also knew that he had to.

Xi Yan didn't speak, he still stood with his back to him, and the moonlight rolled in through the window, but the silence in the room was so terrifying.

After another half an hour, Xi Yan suddenly spoke: "How many years have you followed me?" ”

Xi Yun was shocked, he had followed him for many years, how could Xi Yan have forgotten? But he still said respectfully: "Your subordinates have served you so far...... It's been nineteen years. ”

"Hmmm......"

Xi Yan will never forget that on the afternoon when he was seven years old, his father walked into the Begonia Courtyard with Xi Yun, who was the same age, and pointed at him and told him that he would be his companion from then on......

Nineteen years, how many times they have fought side by side, and how many times have they thwarted the enemy's conspiracy, from Chongdu to stability, from childhood to now, they have long been closer than brothers, but why...... Fate is going to play such a trick? Do you want to use Xi Yun's hand to destroy everything you care about most?

"Nineteen years ......" Xi Yan read softly, "I won't punish you, but I won't forgive you for this, you go, go far, don't appear in front of me from now on." ”

"Childe!" Xi Yun suddenly kowtowed heavily, his forehead was already stained with his own blood, "If you want to let your subordinates go, you should give your subordinates a death!" ”

Xi Yan still said calmly: "If you leave Lingjiang within three days, you will not be able to set foot in the land under my jurisdiction in the future." Now that I am in charge of Lingjiang, you are not allowed to appear in Lingjiang, and you cannot appear in this world when I win the world...... Otherwise, I will remove you from the Dark Guard. ”

Expel...... For Xi Yun, this is far more sad than killing him, removing his name means being abandoned, and being abandoned by the Lord as an attendant is the difference between being destroyed and being destroyed?

He looked at Xi Yan's back in a daze, kowtowed his head for the last time, and choked up: "Please son...... Take care! ”

No one knows how Xi Yun left, but he really disappeared into Lingjiang forever, and no one knows his whereabouts.

When Xi Yun turned to leave, Xi Yan still shed half a line of tears, nineteen years...... How can it be easily forgotten?

In the winter of this year, the world changed greatly, Xi Yan began to use force, not waiting for Situ He and Qi An to come in and grab money and food, he called on the Lingjiang Southwest Army of 500,000, and within three months to pocket Zhengnan, forcing Situ He to self-determine in the chaotic army.

At the end of the spring of the following year, he mobilized an army of 700,000 to cross the river north and fight a decisive battle with Qi'an.

Half a year against each other, but both were defeated, Lingjiang in the previous years accumulated money and grain were all consumed in the war, the expedition of the southwest army was defeated, 500,000 people marched north, and finally only 28,000 people returned to Anding alive.

The remnants of the Northwest Army took advantage of the situation and pursued fiercely, attacking Lingjiang from the two directions of Daqingguan and Qujiang respectively...... On the day when the soldiers came to the city, Xi Yan directly gave the order to open the city gate.

Tens of thousands of Northwest troops poured into the city, but there was no burning, killing and looting as expected by the people, and the military discipline of the Northwest Army was surprisingly serious. Even Qi An was not wearing armor when he entered the city, he was still wearing a brocade robe, so he straddled the horse and entered Anding, all the way to the north of the city, and finally entered Xifu.

This wasn't his first visit to the mansion.

In the front hall and study, Xi Yan couldn't be found, Qi An lowered his eyes, and finally came to the back garden full of white plums.

The sound of footsteps stepping on the snow has already come, and Xi Yan knows that Qi An is finally here.

He still stood with his hands facing the tombstone, his face was peaceful, the words on the tombstone were still written by him himself, he had not been to her tomb for more than a year, and he did not expect that this place was as clean as new.

A group of soldiers slowly surrounded him with swords, but Qi An waved his hand and said, "All retreat...... Exit, this is the resting place of Mrs. Xi, and no one is allowed to set foot in the garden without the king's order. ”

It wasn't until there were only the two of them left in the garden that Xi Yan slowly turned around.

"You're here."

"I'm coming."

"That being the case...... There is no need to say any more. Xi Yan pulled out his sword and threw it into Qi An's hand, he pointed to the left side of his chest with one hand, and said calmly, "Here." ”

That's the place of the heart, and he really doesn't want to live anymore?

"Do you have to? You and I could have ...... between me."

"Needless to say!"

Qi An looked at him with some doubts, and led the southwest army to cross the water, this was originally Xi Yanxing's nameless division, but now that he has been defeated, he naturally has the final say, and in Qi An's eyes, it is nothing wrong to sign an alliance with him.

At that time, he had doubted it when the gate of Anding City was opened from the inside, but by this time he finally believed that Xi Yan had already wanted to do so.

Xi Yan stared at him, all the words were already in his eyes, and all the words did not need to be said for a long time.

Qi An lowered his eyes to close his eyes, and when he looked up and opened his eyes again, there were no waves in his eyes.

Qingfeng came out of his hand.

……

There was no emotion in Qi An's eyes, and when his courtiers embraced him to climb the Anding Tower, a corner of mist suddenly rose in his eyes, and there were no war-torn mountains and rivers in his eyes, only the bright red on the clothes of his former friends.