At night, the rain was still very heavy, and Fu Nian left Xiaohan and them to stay in Confucianism for one night.

"I heard that Confucianism is all men, isn't it too inconvenient for our Excellency Dongjun to live here?" The Great Priest said.

"Master." Xiao Han stretched out his hand and motioned to the chief priest to stop arguing, "Trouble Mr. Fu." ”

Several Confucian disciples sent oil-paper umbrellas, and Xiaohan thanked them very politely.

For the first time, the big and young masters felt Xiaohan's temperament. This kind of temperament is completely a temperament that everyone in the Yin and Yang family does not have, most of the people in the Yin and Yang family are cold, and they will not be friendly to others. They used to be suspicious of Xiaohan, then it was a kind of awe, and now it is a kind of friendship.

Fu Nian held an umbrella for Xiao Han, and the two walked from the stone road towards the house behind the Little Sage Village. Some Confucian disciples ran out of the houses of the three provinces and stood under the eaves and looked at them with a sneaky smile.

"Go back to sleep!" Fu Nian frightened them, and they went back to the house grinning.

"The disciples of Little Sage Village all listen to Mr. Fu's discipline, right?" Xiaohan asked.

"There are always a few naughty ones, too." Fu Nian glared at a few disciples who had peeked their heads out from behind the door.

Xiao Han looked at the man next to her, who was a head taller than her, and felt very safe.

She hasn't felt this way for a long time, she is alone in the Yin Yang Hall, there are cold eyes everywhere, no one cares about her, and the Eastern Emperor is just forcing her to be stronger constantly. How she wished that Ganie would come to her, even if it was only one side, she was willing to use her life to protect him and let him go. That qiē is different.

But Gai Nie didn't come, and stayed in the Qin State well. I don't know if he still has her in his heart now, after all, four years have passed. Time can fade a lot of emotions.

Xiao Han couldn't help but clench his fists under his sleeves.

Yan Lu behind him frowned slightly when he saw Xiaohan's abnormality.

This seemingly perfect Dongjun will hide a lot of hatred and pain in his heart, just like the rest of the Yin and Yang family.

"The little girl is actually quite envious of Confucianism for having such a pure atmosphere, regardless of the outside world, she only reads the books of sages and sages." Xiao Han finished speaking and looked at Fu Nian.

"I hope the troubled times don't disturb this peace." Fu Nian is also looking forward to peace and prosperity in his heart.

"Here we are." Yan Lu instructed the eldest and younger si's room to show them up.

Fu Nian led Xiaohan to her residence.

"It's really simple, I hope Dongjun will forgive me."

"Is this rudimentary?" The Great Priest looked into the room.

The room is spacious and bright, with a large bookshelf, a desk, on which pen, ink, paper and inkstones are placed, and next to the desk is a large bed. There are also pots of flowering junzi orchids under the windowsill.

Although it is slightly smaller than Dongjun Palace, the comfort is definitely not bad.

"Please rest well, and we will leave." After Fu Nian and Yan Lu left, the eldest and younger divisions stayed in Xiaohan's room.

"Dongjun, did you say that Fu Nian took a fancy to you? Actually gave you such a good treatment. The Great Priest crossed his arms and played with the long strand of hair that had grown on her forehead with his left hand.

"You're about the same, aren't you? Confucianism takes care of people very thoughtfully. Xiao Han took a scroll of bamboo slips from the bookshelf, opened it, and saw the Analects on it.

"In short, it feels very different." The big priest looked at the young priest.

Shao Siming nodded.

Xiao Han turned around and looked at the big and young priests sitting on the bed, and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, I said, you and your Star Soul Lord came out to do a mission, and you are so presumptuous?"

"Okay, Dongjun, we know you won't mind," the big priest pulled the young commander up, and then learned to look like Fu Nian, bowed slightly, "Your Excellency Dongjun, we will retire." ”

Then he raised his head, smiled at Chao Xiaohan, and left.

Xiao Han smiled and shook his head, put the bamboo slip back on the shelf, and then opened the door.

When the rain was light, Xiaohan turned around and closed the door of the house, holding his bamboo flute in his hand.

She looked at the drizzle and stretched out her hand, and all the rain seemed to be still, forming a curtain of rain. Xiao Han lifted the rain curtain and walked towards the long pavilion in the distance.

Sitting at the end of the long pavilion, watching the raindrops fall into the lotus pond drop by drop, Xiao Han picked up the bamboo flute, touched his lips lightly, and played it.

The little sage village was enveloped by the sound of the flute, and the sound of water droplets hitting the tiles accompanied the music, and the night drenched by the heavy rain suddenly became quiet and sweet, like the relief of a bitter time. The disciples who were sleeping soundly in the houses of the three provinces were freed from the fear of nightmares with peaceful smiles on their faces.

This piece of music is one that Xiaohan often plays in the Ghost Valley, and the Ghost Valley at that time was as beautiful and warm as the Little Sage Village, but unfortunately everything has changed.

A tear fell into the lake, rippling slightly.

The rain stopped.

Xiao Han couldn't play anymore.

Fu Nian, who had been standing behind him for a long time, opened his mouth: "Your Excellency Dongjun, why did you interrupt this requiem?" ”

Fu Nian handed a square scarf embroidered with green bamboo from Xiao Han's side.

Xiao Han took the scarf and wiped the tears off his cheeks.

"Thank you."

Fu Nian sat beside Xiao Han and kept a very polite distance from her. Xiao Han faced the lotus pond, while Fu Nian faced the corridor of the long pavilion.

The two men sat quietly, neither of them speaking.

Fu Nian waited for Xiao Han to speak, Xiao Han actually didn't want to say these things to make Fu Nian upset.

In the lotus pond, koi fish poke their heads out and breathe in the fresh breath after the rain.

The clouds dispersed, and the moon shone gently, guarding those who slept peacefully at night.

"It's a long story." Xiao Han still couldn't hold back and wanted to pour the bitter water in her stomach to Fu Nian, she believed him.

"Listen to me."

So, Xiao Han told him a lot of things about his life in the Ghost Valley and the Yin and Yang family.

"Since there is a revenge for killing his father, why does His Excellency Dongjun still help Donghuang do these things?"

"I..."Xiao Han felt that Fu Nian was a very smart person, and he immediately found the point, "Except for the revenge of killing my father, the Eastern Emperor has always been very good to me. ”

"Has Your Excellency Dongjun ever wondered why?" Fu Nian turned his head slightly and looked at Xiao Han's long eyelashes.

"I've thought about it," Xiao Han frowned at the black night sky, "maybe we have an unusual relationship with each other. ”

"If this level of relationship is really unusual, how will Dongjun deal with the revenge of killing his father?"

Fu Nian asked Xiao Han again what he had been thinking about.

"Mr. Fu, if you were me, what would you do?" Xiao Han looked at Fu Nian.

Fu Nian turned his head, looked at the dark corridor, and said, "Fu and the world are also together." ”

The revenge of killing his father is not shared.

"What if," Xiao Han said the answer he had always guessed, "what if he is my biological father?" ”

Fu Nian couldn't help but straighten up, frowned, turned his head, looked at Xiao Han, and said, "It's going to be difficult to choose." ”

"Whether such a choice is difficult or not depends on a person's state of mind." Xiao Han looked at the bright moon and smiled.

She picked up the bamboo flute and resumed the song she had just interrupted.

The sound of the flute drifted into the bamboo forest of Xiaoshengxian Village and reached Xunzi's ears.

Perhaps, it's time to meet this Dongjun.

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