The latest and fastest secluded bamboo house of the Enlightenment Book Network, a flickering lamp, followed by silence in this quiet night.

She looked around, not knowing where this was, whose home it was, the layout and care were very clean, no dust, like someone's dusty woman's place to stay, her doubts, and thoughts, Murong Chengfeng didn't elaborate, just took a pink and purple dress from the back room and handed it to her, "This dress should suit you." The words could not be heard with emotion, and after speaking, he picked up the jug and flask from the table and walked out of the door.

Song Xiaoxing looked at the dress in her hand strangely, hesitated for a while, and decided to put it on, although she was still curious about which woman the dress with a faint lotus fragrance would belong to.

"Brother Murong ......"

This warm and quiet voice made his heart startled, he wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, turned his head away, and stared for a long time before he came back to his senses, the hazy moonlight could not illuminate the white and delicate face, only the thin veil fluttered in the breeze. He remained silent and continued to drink as he had last seen him in Hyosung. The glance just now surprised her, that look was too familiar, she couldn't help but think of the way Qin Zixuan looked at her that night when she gave a, it was similar to this, puzzled, still puzzled!

She sat down on the dirt slope beside him, returned the brown cloak in her hand to him, and looked at the crescent moon so quietly, today is not like the full moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Do you come to this place often?" she asked suddenly.

"Coming every day. He took a big sip of wine.

"Oh!"

"It's a pity she never came. ”

She looked at him questioning, "Your wife?"

Suddenly, he stood up and laughed, startling her, the smile was very bitter and helpless, she felt it, and regretted it a little, afraid that she had accidentally dug into his sore spot, she also stood in front of him, and watched his face The smile gradually disappeared and never left.

It's no wonder she would ask this, he is already twenty-five, but because of these years of traveling, he has already hidden his immaturity, and what is presented in front of her is just a person who has gone through vicissitudes, and his age does not match his identity.

"Brother Murong?" Hyosung exhaled slightly, but it seemed that the darkness had swallowed up all her voice.

He looked at her and took a sip of the wine jar: "She's dead." I don't know if such words came from his nose or from his throat, and her heart trembled with sorrow.

"Why?"

Nothing can still make her excited, she may belong to the night, it should be specifically said that it is the person of this shell, she herself belongs to the gloomy, and she Song Xiaoxing belongs to the elf of the whole day.

Murong Chengfeng looked at her, but he still chose to sit down calmly, he looked down at the wine jar that still had half a jar left: "Do you want to listen?"

"Yes!" she replied without hesitation.

"You'll regret it. ”

"No, it won't. She was firm, because she had never regretted her decision, which had left an impression in her Song Xiaoxing's heart, not to mention that she had long been very curious about him.

"Okay. His eyes were blank on the crescent moon, as if he remembered something far away.

"A long time ago, there was a war here...... Instead of another dynasty, he, all of a sudden, became nothing, lost not only his relatives, but also his home, and fled the capital with his aunt, and then that decadent period made him meet her by accident, her name is as beautiful as a person. As he spoke, a shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The two fell in love at first sight, he liked to listen to her play the piano, the sound was like a heavenly sound, listening to it would make people forget all the sadness, that time was a very happy life, but ....... ”

"What's wrong?" she wondered desperately.

Murong Chengfeng suddenly lifted the jar of wine and slammed it to the ground, red blood burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and Hyosung was stunned, "Brother Murong!"

He smiled bitterly again, helplessly letting go of his feelings: "It's a pity that she is a pawn in the hands of others after all, and the fate of the killer is only death." ”

"Killer?

"Heh......"

"She is just a pawn in my aunt's hands, comforting me is true, but love is false. He sneered.

"Isn't she emotionally invested in the slightest? ”

"She's in love with someone else. Hyosung was surprised.

"If it weren't for my aunt who arranged for her to try to kill the Shinwang family, maybe she wouldn't have fallen in love with him, and she is still alive and well by my side today. ”

"Qin Zixuan, then who is she...... Lu Xin'er?" Hyosung suddenly flashed a person's name, along with the portrait hanging on the wall of Tengyun Pavilion.

He was stunned: "Do you know her name?"

Oh my God, what the hell is going on, such a complicated entanglement. "How did she die?" was exactly what she had always wondered.

"If you move the truth, the result will inevitably be death, this is the rule. All he saw in his eyes was a blanket.

"Rules, what rules, what hateful rules!" she wanted to be angry impatiently, but she didn't expect that this woman had let two men wander for half a lifetime, and suddenly had some admiration and envy for her.

"Got it?. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"What?" he looked at her, not understanding that the purity of that face could calm his irritable heart, she was really like Xin'er, like that, so similar to this quiet look.

"But why did your aunt do that? Do you and she hate Qin Zixuan's family?"

"That's an enmity that doesn't share the sky, how can you not take revenge. ”

"Brother Murong...... However, it is better to settle the grievances than to settle them, and even if you have any deep enmity in the past, you should not continue to avenge the wrongs. ”

Her innocence made him unbearable, how could she know the entanglement, but now, even if he was willing to stop, Aunt Yan might not be willing.

"But the world has always been cruel, and it is not as you wish. He frowned.

"Brother Murong, if Sister Xin'er were still alive, would you take her away with you?"

He was silent and didn't answer, just looked at her in front of him, and couldn't see what he was thinking in his eyes?

She waited for his answer, and had to bow her head boredly, as if such an assumption should not be so superfluous.

"I'm sorry ......"

"Will you want me to take you away?"

She was surprised and incredulous: "Murong ...... Big Brother ......"

"Don't want to?"

"It's not...... But ......" she was at a loss.

"What?"

"I ......" can she just tell him that he is not from this era?

"I'm tired, exhausted, I just want to live my life in peace and not be disturbed, and I can give up a qiē if you want. ”

This man turned out to be from the previous dynasty, could it be the emperor? Or the crown prince? She had long felt that his heroic posture was different from everyone else, his eyes were as unpredictable as a fan, and those eyes would fascinate people for a long time if they looked at it more.

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