Don't listen to the sound of the book,

Predicting that rumors will be divided.

Only because of the confidant in the sea,

I believe that the ends of the world are next to each other.

After the catastrophe, there is no thought of life and death

After the frost, the pride and coldness are revealed.

The east wind breaks thousands of trees at night

There is still a faint fragrance put on the forest.

- Mingzhuo Yihang

In the clear autumn of the southern country, the golden wind blows on the face, it is the time when the autumn is high and cool, the golden osmanthus beside the road is fragrant, and the moon is in full bloom.

The name of this flower is called Yueyuehong, but there are many colors, in addition to red, there are orange, pink, yellow, red and white, even single red, as well as light red, plum red, red, rose, pink, carmine and so on.

But Yang Yuncong didn't have the heart to appreciate it, his face was dry, there were tears in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart: "Where did Uncle Zhuo get so much confidence." ”

Zhuo Yihang asked him to bring the letter to the white-haired witch, and he had read the poem in the letter no less than ten times along the way. Especially the last two sentences, "The east wind folds thousands of flowers and trees at night, and there is still a fragrance on the forest." ”

The more Yang Yuncong looked at it, the more his heart trembled, is it really possible to turn the situation around by himself?

Thinking about this, he didn't feel a wry smile, how could he not be like this, knowing that Nalan Minghui was going to get married, but he chased after him, was he unwilling or angry?

So he sighed and said secretly: "Knowing that you can't do it, this belief is also rare and rare." ”

Not to mention, Yang Yuncong's favorite is the last two sentences of this poem, and he will chant when he has nothing to do.

He was chanting two words with his eyes closed, and only the sound of "jingle" was heard in his ears, and a horse bell accompanied by a coquettish chirping, from far to near, the sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer.

Yang Yuncong heard it familiarly, and said in his heart: "Isn't she here?" ”

Where can he still close his eyes, he turned his head, only to see the beautiful clouds, under the golden light, a red turban from far and near, closer and closer, suddenly stopped, only to see the grass, dust, a white horse, a beautiful woman sitting in a red scarf and a mask.

She rushed towards the sunset with her back, Yang Yuncong only felt dazzling, but she didn't expect the sunset to be so strong, so she couldn't help but gently block it with her hand.

The white horse neighed, Yang Yuncong put his hand down, but seeing that the other side was silent, he opened his mouth to break the deadlock and said: "Hamaya, you have figured it out, are you willing to go down the mountain to fight against the stubborn enemy?" ”

Fei Hongscarf avoided his eyes and said, "Don't get me wrong, Uncle Zhuo asked me to find you back." ”

It turned out that Yang Yuncong sent the letter entrusted by Zhuo Yihang to the white-haired witch, and when he came back to resume his life, his expression was sad, every time he was in a trance, Zhuo Yihang was the person who came over, and he already understood a little, but he didn't say anything, he only observed in secret, but saw Yang Yuncong say goodbye without saying goodbye, and left a newly filled "Eight Voices of Ganzhou" on the case:

Laughing at the rivers and lakes for ten years, the empty head of the young man, the copper camel alley, the love is slim, the heart is long, the wine wakes up the poem and the dream is broken, and the south is in the autumn. The sword is sad, and there is nowhere to return to the boat.

Tomorrow, the end of the world is far away, ask who will stay in Chupei and take pictures of Zhongzhou? Count the heroes and daughters, and look up to the past and the present. It's hard to get rid of the dim lights, and it's hard to hate it for a while! Drifting zero anger, Jin Ge Iron Horse, burying the barren hills!

Zhuo Yihang read it, sensed the ominous meaning, and immediately went to find Fei Hongscarf and told him about it, Fei Hongscarf felt strange, although she didn't understand poetry, it seemed that she had a sad farewell, Nalan Minghui had already given birth to Yang Yuncong's daughter, what was his shortcomings?

Zhuo Yihang was afraid that there was a misunderstanding, but Fei Hongscarf was too sad, and said that he would never see Yang Yuncong, so he didn't want to care about it.

Zhuo Yihang said, then go and ask Nalan Minghui, he is always hidden, and he will cause trouble if he has nothing to do.

Fei Hongscarf didn't want to go, but there seemed to be an invisible traction that instructed her to go with her.

So the two went to Nalan Mansion together, Nalan Hideyoshi's house had already been empty, leaving only the nurse's nephew to guard, he heard that he was looking for Miss again, so he said, I had already told Yang Yuncong that Miss was going to get married, stop pestering her, how did she go and come back.

Only then did the two understand that Yang Yuncong had already come, and they were afraid that they would write this poem because they were heartbroken, Zhuo Yihang asked, where did your young lady get married?

The stupid boy said impatiently: "Hangzhou! "Glaring angrily, he looked like he was about to hit someone. Speaking of beating people, where is he the opponent of the two of them, Zhuo Yihang didn't feel it, and after a while, the stupid boy took care of himself.

Zhuo Yihang immediately said, "You go and bring him back." Fei Hongscarf said, "What am I going to do?" ”

Zhuo Yihang said: "Why do I remember the situation when your master broke into Wudang alone, she is also like this, a person, a sword, not afraid of heaven and earth, but what later?" Leave a sad heart in vain, a white head overnight, even if it is, she almost died, do you want Yun Cong to repeat the mistakes of the past? ”

Fei Hongscarf's body trembled and did not speak. Zhuo Yihang said, do you really read the Buddhist scriptures every day? Instead of running away, it's better to face it head-on. ”

Fei Hongscarf said: "How else do you want me to face it?" Thinking that she witnessed the birth of Yang Yuncong's daughter, she had always been hard, and she couldn't help but be soft, almost crying. That's too scary, too unwanted to see it. So Fei Hongscarf turned his back and wanted to cry, but somehow, he couldn't cry all of a sudden, only gasped softly.

Zhuo Yihang sighed and said, "Just get him back, you can do it." ”

What else could he say, seeing the appearance of the flying red scarf, he said in his heart: "Presumably Sister Lian was in such a mood back then." "The determination is even stronger, and I must send Euepiphany to the white-haired witch and compensate her.

After Zhuo Yihang left, Fei Hongscarf's heart was in turmoil, how could he have the heart to participate in Zen again, after several hesitations, he finally gritted his teeth and said secretly: "I am for the master." ”

I vaguely felt that she was to help the white-haired witch, and in her heart she really didn't want to see the status quo of the white-haired witch and Zhuo Yihang, so Yang Yuncong's image turned into a white-haired witch, she was for the master, so she decided to go down the mountain to find Yang Yuncong back.

It's just that she has gray hair overnight, and she doesn't want the clansmen to see it, so she masked her face with a red scarf, and when she saw Yang Yuncong now, she suddenly had thousands of grievances in her heart, she closed her lips tightly, and she didn't want to say more.