"Please, don't beat him again, as long as you don't hurt him, I'll promise anything!" This woman is the daughter of the Jiang family who is fighting between the two.

"Slut, do you see if he is worthy of you now?" Sikong looked at him with tears and cold eyes, his right palm was raised suddenly, as if he wanted to slap down, but he couldn't beat it after all, and said: "No matter what, you are my person, I will never allow anyone to get involved, even if you are in love, this official will marry by force, and now I am the champion of the dynasty, and I will go to your house to propose!"

"Three months later is the day you and I get married, as long as you promise me, I will spare his life!" Sikong glanced at her fiercely without tears, and said: "When the time comes, you have to agree, and if you don't agree, you have to agree!"

After saying that, Sikong turned around without tears, and got on the horse without looking at it, and went home!

"Can't...... You can't promise him!" Cheng Qian's eyes widened, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

The eldest lady of the Jiang family hugged Cheng Qian, who was seriously injured, and cried bitterly, I can only agree for you, but I will always have you in my heart, and there will be no one else.

Jiang Yuling didn't care about Yiren's gaze at the moment, and with a trembling body, she picked up Cheng Qian on her back and slowly left the street.

Sikong sat on the white horse without tears and just looked at it coldly, and did not stop them, he gave them time to say their final goodbyes.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this situation, Yang Guang, the county commander, showed a hint of complexity on his face, he had already seen that Cheng Qian and this Miss Jiang family were in love, but this newly promoted martial artist was narrow-minded, and he could only sigh secretly, the world was hot and cold, powerful and omnipotent!

At night, in a small bamboo house by the river, Jiang Yuling couldn't cry, carefully taking care of the unconscious Cheng Qian, a basin of water and a white cloth, which was already full of stains with coagulated blood.

The blood stains on Cheng Qian's face have been cleaned. The delicate and weak face was covered with bruises, how could such a scholar stand this beating.

"It's all my fault, what's wrong!" Jiang Yuling's eyes were full of tears, looking at the river outside the bamboo house, reflecting the cold moonlight, the temperature around her suddenly became cold, and the cold wind blew in her face, Jiang Yuling got up and went out.

Under the moonlight, in front of the bamboo house!

Beautiful and beautiful, wash her face with tears. Stroke the piano with your hands.

The jade fingers plucked the strings, the chill wrapped around the fingers, and the sad vocal music sounded.

A song that is intoxicating.

A song full of joys and sorrows,

A song that breaks the soul.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, as if a lonely song echoed over the river, and it did not disperse for a long time, and the north wind blew a ripple, as if crying for them.

Day after day. A week later, Cheng Qian woke up leisurely and listened to the sad sound of the piano outside the house, his face was gloomy. He muttered, "Is it a dream? Or maybe it's not a dream, it's so real, with affection to the depths, you know the pain." ”

"That immortal cultivator's dream is so real. The chilling sound of the piano is so real, I don't know where it is real, who am I falling to the ground?"

"That immortal cultivator is also Cheng Qian. I'm also Cheng Qian, why don't I have the power to reach the heavens!"

"The dream was so real that it was almost indistinguishable...... I joined the Cloud Sword Sect, the line of life and death in the Purple Cloud Secret Realm, and worshiped the Xuanqing Sect, step by step, step by step, life and death, I only remember joining the Xuanqing Sect, and then there was no more, is there really an immortal cultivator in this matter? I am a scholar, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I don't believe in immortals. Cheng Qian listened to the sound of the piano outside the house, his mind was in chaos, but he suddenly felt a heartache: "It turns out that my heartache now is real, but why am I heartbroken, is it her? It seems that the dream is really just a dream." ”

Cheng Qian got up weakly, feeling the cold wind facing him, endless sadness, listening to the sound of the piano outside the house, he cried, crying extremely sad.

He quietly stood behind Fuqin Beauty, hugged her jade waist, hugged her hard, and hugged it with affection, as if he didn't want to let go, and it didn't hurt to hold his heart.

Jiang Yuling felt the hug behind her, she kept in her hands, still stroking the piano, feeling the warmth, the lover's chest was close to her back, and she couldn't help but have some fantasies in her heart.

fantasized that he would marry him, fantasized about having children, and teaching each other husband and children!

"Why are you so similar to Mimier in my dream, do you really have a past life?" Feeling the soft fragrance of the hug, Cheng Qian was stunned, he felt that this woman was very familiar, as if he had seen it thousands of years ago.

"I'm leaving!" Cheng Qian smelled the natural fragrance of her body, held back a burst of heat, let go of his hands and said leisurely.

Jiang Yuling's delicate body trembled, and suddenly turned around, Cheng Qian was already in the light, looking at his back slowly leaving, Jiang Yuling was indescribably wronged, did he want to leave me and give up?

I only heard an emotional voice, and broke into my heart: "March Spring, when I am named on the gold list, I will snatch you back!"

Cheng Qian's figure stopped at the ferry by the river, turned around and shook his head, looked at the Yiren in front of the bamboo house, looked down at the prime minister, and his eyes were full of tears. He smiled slightly, it was better for the boat to ride the wind and waves.

I don't know how many years it has been!

Spring is approaching, and there are still three months left in the wedding date with no tears, and the time is enough, Jiang Yuling looked at the boat in the river, with endless hope on her face.

The sad tears in his eyes seemed to be transformed into warmth.

Fuqin song, the lonely lamp can't sleep, and the sound of the piano wanders all night.

After two months, Jiang Yuling seems to be spotless, plain white, waiting for him to return at this ferry day and night, she has not returned to the town for two months, but looks forward to it every day, the lonely sail in the river, and returns through the waves.

The fragrance of spring gradually bloomed this night, even if it was night, the surrounding transformation was also a budding bloom.

Jiang Yuling held the guqin and sat under a pear blossom tree next to the ferry, and two colorful butterflies flew and circled in the night, as if they were also looking forward to the return of the boat.

The small bridge bends the flowing water, the white clothes are like snow, and the piano is played lightly!

When will the parting song return!

For the sake of the red dust he provoked.

For him, Jiang Yuling doesn't care whether it's wrong or right.

The sound of the piano is full of hope, full of determination, even if you are broken, you have no regrets.

Red dust is like a dream, a hundred turns and a thousand times!

Pear blossoms are like snow, rouge turns to ash!

The sky is full of stars, and no one sleeps!

Your comfort flies with your dreams!

Who is waiting for whom by the river, a piece of acacia is carved into a monument! Jiang Yuling indulged in the song of the warbler, and it seemed that there was only a tear of Cheng Qian in her eyes.

"The moonlight is like water tonight, leave me wandering alone!" The beautiful sound of the piano, accompanied by the singing of silver bells, sounded: "I am waiting for you to return at the ferry!"

This night was another tear-jerking night. A hundred feet away from the bamboo house, Sikong stood beside the woods without tears, looking at Jiang Yuling in plain clothes in front of him, the desolate sound of the piano was leisurely, and his eyes were full of anger, he waved his sleeves and turned away.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed, and this night of spring thunder resounded, pouring rain and pouring down. A candle flame in the bamboo house reflects the back of the beautiful woman.

The back is a little desolate, a little chilly, under the window of the bamboo house, a candle, a pair of guqin, still a figure dressed in white like snow, the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

The first rain of spring, tear-jerking. Getting closer and closer to his gold list title, Jiang Yuling's heart burned like fire, looked at the rain outside the window, and said softly: "Is he coming back?"

Hundreds of miles of river. Corresponding to the lanterns of the bamboo building, at this moment, the breeze blew the mutilated full moon, and the thoughts in the heart of the woman in white woke up half. The night sky was lit up with heavy rain.

The morning bell urges the moon to fall, and the lady urges the yellow bird.

"The pear blossom tree is still there, and a thousand delicate flowers have bloomed. And you haven't come back yet!" Jiang Yuling looked at the hazy river surface with heavy rain, March is over, and the spring has passed! The fire in the woman's heart turned into a trace of sadness.

When the sadness gradually rose, her heart suddenly trembled, March fireworks, the fragrance is fragrant, even if the rain washes, can not take away the fragrance, the heavy rain hazy river surface, only a distant shadow lonely sail remains.

Bead foil floating lamp, Yan goes to Yan and returns, just like Jiang Yuling's excited mood at this moment, spring is coming!

The night is long, the drizzle is over the long river, and the love silk of the beautiful woman is snooped day and night with the sound of the piano.

Thinking day and night, looking forward to it night and night! He's back!

Jade fingers plucked the strings, but in an instant, the ten fingers were flattened, and the trembling strings were pressed, as if to test that he was not dreaming.

Ignoring the cold and heavy rain in the early morning, Jiang Yuling rushed out of the bamboo house in white clothes, and ran towards the ferry in the face of the pouring rain.

Gu Fan is getting closer and closer, and Jiang Yuling's heart is getting more and more excited!

He's back! He must be on the gold list, he's back to marry me!

Jiang Yuling, who was in the posture of a little daughter in the heavy rain, was haggard and had turned into ashes, and her beautiful eyes blinked and looked at the distant shadow and lonely sail.

The lonely boat is still the lonely boat when it left!

On the lonely boat, a person is dressed in red like fire, and the haze of the early morning can't cover the golden light flashing overhead, the person is wearing a red champion robe, on the surface of the river, although the lonely boat looks small, but the person is wearing a champion robe, and a momentum that is not angry and arrogant spreads the world!

When he left, he was dressed in a green shirt, and when he returned, he was dressed in the champion robe of the Ninety-Five!

"He finally got the title of the gold list, he realized his promise, he is still alone, and he returns!" Jiang Yuling cried with joy, her eyes were full of tenderness, looking at Cheng Qian, who was majestic and towering above the lonely sail.

Cheng Gan leaned his back on his hands, and saw the Yiren in white as snow from a distance, waiting for him in the rain at the ferry, Cheng Gan's eyes were also full of tears, and he roared: "I'm back to marry you!"

Suddenly, in the hazy sky of the morning rain, a cold light flashed, and a tearless figure suddenly appeared, holding a sword at the woman in white who was standing at the ferry facing the river, waiting for a fool, and stabbed it with a sword!

That sword appeared as if it was illusory, and the woman in white still didn't realize it, not knowing that the sharp blade behind her was pointing directly at her back and heart.

Sikong Wutear's face was cruel, a sword stabbed out without looking back, 'poof', the snow-white clothes suddenly flashed a bright red, Jiang Yuling's eyes widened in the face of the river, and the lonely sail that returned in her eyes gradually became hazy, she wanted to take another look, she was unwilling!

"No!"

Cheng Qian, who was on the lonely boat, his eyes were red and bloodthirsty, watching his beloved being stabbed to death by a sword in front of him, and he was angry that he suddenly rushed out of a cloud of black gas, straight to the sky! (To be continued......

PS: PS: The author doesn't know how to write it, but I wrote it myself and cried, it's so touching! Can you really not be together with lovers? Even if it's just a dream, don't you even have the qualifications to have a dream?