Entering the boudoir in the middle of the night, he is not for money or sex, and he can only do it when he is interested.

In the final analysis, she is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, for the Sun family's sin against her sister, she is so afraid that she will not see the way back. That night she dreamed that the soldiers of the city walls were approaching the city, and she fell.

When he awoke, he saw him, lazy like a puppy, lying on the farthest chair beside the bed, with moonlight in the lattice, but not as bright as his eyes, which were now looking at her.

He smiled softly: Hey, Lao Tzu is the ancestor of the Western Mountain Thieves, Lao Tzu's name is Zhao Zhen, why doesn't Lao Tzu remember when he kidnapped you, this little lady.

has a beautiful face, but it is matched with such a wandering soul, or it has grown into this appearance, no matter how shocking it is, it is worthy of forgiveness. Is that so? She only knows that the world is unfair at best, and the handsome son will one day fall to Pingyang, and her reputation is actually very vain.

She suddenly laughed: What are you here for?

His eyes were brighter, like washed amber, shining brightly: Lao Tzu came to see the resentful woman.

Sun Xiuying was silent. He looked at her, and suddenly laughed: Or maybe he was a nerd.

Two:

The only time Sun Xiuying went to Xishan to find Zhao Zhen was to blindly use abortion pills. Sun Xiuxue was pregnant, and the child's father, Zhu Jiansu, panicked immediately, was at a loss, and blurted out asking her to find Zhao Zhen for help.

The parents of the Sun family can no longer bear any bad news from their daughter, Sun Xiuying thinks about it, and the only person who can rely on it at the moment is really Zhao Zhen, who has never known his life.

In order not to attract attention, she set off at night and arrived at the foot of the West Mountain at sunrise. The two people who watched the mountain recognized her, greeted her politely, and pointed out to her the things and scenery in the mountain while walking. It is summer at the foot of the mountain, but the spring flowers are brilliant in the mountains, the houses are lined up, and the red walls are built with tiles, just like a small city-state with a degree of governance and strict inside and outside.

She couldn't help but smile, in the bottom of her heart, who would have thought that the ruler of this city-state would be such a reckless person. When she asked for saffron, the wanton smile on Zhao Zhen's face faded little by little, and his expression was unspeakably solemn that she had never seen before.

Zhao Zhen said something to his subordinates, and when the man came back, he had a small red box in his hand. Flipping over the box and facing her, the strange cold fragrance made her subconsciously turn her head away, but she looked at him intently but it was already closed.

She took it in silence. When he left, he sighed softly behind his back: Xiuying, the decisions you think are good for people are sometimes not what she wants. Smart and easy to break, you know this truth very well.

She thought that she didn't actually know Zhao Zhen, and the soul of this town day, hidden behind a hippie smile, was not as rough as his usual words. He'll glow, so bright.

She went home with the box of medicine in a daze, and it took an afternoon of work to fry a small bowl, extinguishing the fire several times in succession, and spilling countless decoctions that had been cooled. When she brought the small bowl to Sun Xiuxue, Sun Xiuxue's already pale face finally receded the last bit of blood.

Looking up and tears were already pouring down, she trembled her lips and called her sister, sister, how cruel. lost her mind for a while, she never sympathized with this child, but Xiuxue loved him more than life, how could she bear to kill her.

The blood was exhausted, and little by little it was all melted into the bowl of medicine, and finally she poured it under the roots of the camphor tree. Embattled, the six gods have no master, this time she really ran out of food.

At this moment, she suddenly heard someone calling her from a high place, and as soon as she looked up, Zhao Zhen swaggered and jumped down from the tree. He briskly pulled her up from the ground, his eyes shining: Here you go.

It's a pill, in a red box. He explained from the side: This medicine can delay production, so that Sun Xiuxue can take it on the night of entering the palace to sleep, and the custodian king Lao Tzu can't see whose seed it is.

She didn't take the red box from his hand for a while, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Sun Xiuying's expression became extremely serious, and she suddenly raised her sleeves to increase her forehead and solemnly saluted him. Zhao Zhen looked at her and smiled slowly: Just believe me like this, aren't you afraid that I will coax you?

If it's still just a joke, it's just fate. But fortunately, fate was not too harsh on her.

Seven days later, the carriage to welcome the relatives arrived in Qingcheng from Shangjing to greet the second lady of the Sun family, who came from the folk and was lucky to be selected to be the palace attendant.

After September, news came from the imperial city that Sun Guiren successfully gave birth to a prince. At that time, there had been no good news of a newborn in the palace for nearly ten years, the whole country rejoiced, the whole city celebrated, and at the same time, the emperor in ecstasy announced that Jin Sun Xiuxue was a concubine.

On the night she learned the news, Sun Xiuying picked up a few pots of good wine and brought some red eggs to see the child's biological father, Zhu Zhansu, who lived in the east of the city to teach and earn a little money.

To be honest, she didn't like this brother-in-law in the true sense of the word, he had a kind of feminine delicacy in him, but unfortunately this was not what she admired. She prefers Zhao Zhen's brevity and clarity, spirits and speed, or vulgar pleasure.

She smiled in her heart, feeling a little happy for no reason, walking briskly in the bright moonlight, there was no one around her, but she suddenly thought of him. In that well-organized city-state, is there also the same moonlight as her? At the moment when he thought of her by chance, would he be slightly happy in his heart?

Three:

Zhu Jiansu was not at home. The knock on the door alarmed the neighbor's aunt, who had not yet fallen asleep, and came out to tell her that Zhu Jiansu had gone out early in the morning and had not come back yet.

Sun Xiuying walked to a nearby bridge pier and sat down to rest, and the wine was left at the door. Soon someone came from the bridge, and the two of them finally stopped her silently because she heard the voice of another person besides Zhu Jiansu.

It's Zhao Zhen. She didn't know when the relationship between the two had gotten good enough to go out and talk at night. Imagining some scenes of the two living together, some sentences of Zhao Zhen on the bridge intended to comfort her intermittently blew towards her: Sun Xiuxue gave birth to a child, you can relax now.

Zhu Jiansu smiled bitterly: She is now in the palace, and taking a wrong step is life and death, how can I rest assured.

What if you don't worry, Zhao Zhen smiled suddenly, you and I can't help ourselves in life, and it's death.

Zhu Jiansu turned to stare at him, and suddenly sighed: It's my parents who are sorry for you and made you live so unhappily in your life.

Zhao Zhen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh after all, and sighed: Where is life not bitter, everywhere is a thorny road. If I had a choice since I was born, he would have been silenced at this point.

He saw a jar of wine, at the door of Zhu Jiansu's house that few people cared about. Quickly walked over and leaned over to pick it up, and after finding a bag of red eggs next to him, his eyes suddenly sank, and he looked around, and raised his voice to ask Qingjing Siye: Xiuying?

Only the sound of insects and frogs corresponds, and there is no voice. Zhu Jiansu strode over, glanced at the red egg in his hand, and his expression suddenly became as heavy as his. He lowered his voice: about gone.

Zhao Zhen nodded reluctantly. She didn't move, not even after they left.

She couldn't understand why the two of them pretended to be strangers in front of each other since their personal relationship was already so good? Besides, Zhao Zhen's demeanor is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary thieves, why do you want to depreciate yourself here?

Unexpectedly, some details that were not paid attention to became extremely clear on this dangerous night, Sun Xiuxue gave birth to Zhu Jiansu's child in the palace, and Zhao Zhen repeatedly hinted that she was merciful to the child, and the elixir that covered the birth period for Sun Xiuxue was also given by Zhao Zhen himself. Her heart suddenly went cold for a moment.

Zhao Zhen came to see her after seven or eight days, in the afternoon. Heartless, uninhibited, he behaved no different from his usual memory, but she recalled the sentences he said that night more than once, as if his worries and depression only belonged to the night, and in the daytime, he was the ancestor of the thief Zhao Zhen, who was the king of the mountain and arrogant.

She asked anyway. She said: Did you and Zhu Jiansu know each other before?

There was a strange silence for a moment, his down-to-eye expression had a kind of determination that was about to make a desperate bet, she couldn't help but hold her breath, remembering that she had been taken to the Quartet gambling game when she was young, and the moment the dice were shaken, the gamblers' faces were splashed with cold light, success or failure, life and death, but between thoughts.

When he looked up at her again, he asked an irrelevant question: That night, did you come to Zhu Jiansu's house?

Sun Xiuying groaned for a moment and quickly replied: Yes. I heard those words clearly.

Changing his usual playful expression, Zhao Zhen stared at her, and suddenly asked: If I say that the person who should have married Sun Xiuxue was me, do you believe it or not?

Four:

When the previous dynasty Dayun died, Sun Xiuying was not yet born, and all the information about the royal family of the previous dynasty gradually became taboo after the new king ascended the throne. She only knew that today, taking advantage of the fact that the first king was critically ill and the prince was young, he gathered the old Japanese generals and sent troops from outside the palace to force the palace and took away the throne that originally belonged to his nephew. In the old days, the royal nobles and relatives were burned in the imperial city with their clan marriages and martyred to death.

In order to show that he is obedient to the mandate of heaven, all the old systems still follow precedents, and even the girls who were selected by the prince in the past among the people are laughed at one by one today.

The old ministers and old generals who still have no love for the previous dynasty have always believed that the prince is not dead, and they are fighting hard somewhere at the moment, preparing for the possibility of a comeback one day.

Sun Xiuying never imagined in her life that this Xishan bandit who stood in front of him and seemed to be smiling was the prince who died in an accidental fire many years ago. She thought she finally understood his depression and loneliness behind him.

She nodded: I do.

He said very slowly: But you still complain about me, don't you?

There is a kind of haggard sadness in his silent and melancholy face, and there is still a faint light flickering in the moment when he loses his mind, is it the memory of Katayu Yoshiguang in the light and shadow of the past years, or is it occasionally dotted in the long river of loneliness, those rare divine thoughts?

She looked at him and shook her head affirmatively: I know your troubles, I know.

Zhao Zhen smiled in a trance: My family and country are all over the world, but I know that what I have done is never for the so-called common people in the world, what I desperately want to exchange, just not to let the people who care about me continue to be lost and sad.

He smiled and suddenly turned his head sideways, and a fog floated in his eyes.

Since then, Zhao Zhen has never taken the initiative to appear in her world. The person who guards the gate of the West Mountain has been replaced, one day in the mountain, a thousand years in the world, she is depressed down the mountain, and returns to the world from a thousand years away, but her soul has long been gone.

It was the heyday of the Sun family. The world is always like this, dancing and laughing, and crying alone. After learning that the Sun family still has a daughter to be in the boudoir, those unpleasant gray scandals are no longer an obstacle to her marriage, and soon, a steady stream of matchmakers who propose marriage appear in front of the Sun family, and under the repeated consideration of the second elder of the Sun family, the son of a wealthy businessman in the same city who has a solid family background but has nothing to do with the royal family.

Sun Xiuying agreed quickly. After the parents of both sides learned that this marriage was really destined by God, the wedding day was quickly set for a good day that was said to be a once-in-a-lifetime next month.

Since then, Zhao Zhen has still not been heard from. Late at night before getting married, Sun Xiuying suddenly remembered that Zhao Zhen appeared in front of her at the beginning, and it was also in such a gloomy dark night. And when he did, she thought it was just a deranged dream.

He propped on the windowsill with one hand, jumped over the low wall on both knees, nimble as a wild cat, and occasionally haunted the girl's boudoir by flying the cornices. A thousand words but can't be said, a thousand words of compassion suddenly feel exhausted, and when she can finally speak, what she says is: You have been gone for so long.

Leave me here. I care about you like that.

He stared at her: "You're the smartest, I thought you could at least make yourself less so hard."

I am wise, and how can I give myself sin. Sun Xiuying was obviously laughing, but when she turned her face, she suddenly burst into tears, how could I wronged myself to marry someone I didn't like.

Even the love words were so unlingering, he smiled distractedly: I'm afraid you will regret it.

Tears filled her eyes, but Xiuying had already held his hand: I'm just afraid that you will leave me here alone.

Five:

That night, Sun Xiuying walked very simply, only bringing a few changes of clothes, and did not bring any jewelry and hairpin rings. The bandit, who was accustomed to stealing from the people who had hated him so much, did not steal any treasure this time, he took Sun Xiuying, his only treasure here.

This shocking elopement will be remembered by the people of Qingcheng for generations, and they deliberately or simply disdain to mention whether there is love in it, and she doesn't care. The love of the world is always contrary to the original intention, she doesn't want this.

On the third night of her stay in Nishiyama, she insisted on marrying him. Heaven and earth are the witness, Qingshan is the medium, and Zhu Jiansu is their only witness. People who have experienced birth and separation will probably have a little more compassion for the love of others.

She became his bride that night. After the clouds and rain, Zhao Zhen offered her a pillow with his arm, watching her fall asleep peacefully in his arms, listening to the sound of rain outside the window. The wind of early spring in March brought the unique crisp smell of the plants in the mountains, and he breathed in the air that was fragrant with the beautiful body, but he also clearly felt that the dark clouds that had always been placed in his heart never showed any signs of dissipating.

He suddenly closed his eyes and sighed softly in the bottom of his heart.

Sun Xiuying stayed in Xishan, but whenever he wanted to go out, she would prepare everything in advance, and if he returned late, she would carry a lantern and go to the foot of Xishan Mountain to wait for him to come back.

Sometimes Zhao Zhen feels that walking alone in the mountains and wilderness, looking up and suddenly seeing the faint light flickering in the vast dark night, is far warmer and more concrete than the West Mountain, the meaning of home.

When one day Zhu Jiansu finally went up the mountain to find him, spread the ledger in front of him, and told him that the wealth they had accumulated over the years was enough to support a costly war, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

It was also the first time he was clearly aware that the fate he was trying to avoid was never willing to let him go easily, and when the unknowable future was finally visible, he still felt relieved even if the ending was just a dead end.

But someone is innocent, the one who is involved, he wants her to live. As she sat in the room, trying to think of a reason for her to leave Qingcheng temporarily, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and she walked into his world in the moonlight.

Her expression made him know he didn't need to say anything more.

I saw Zhu Jiansu's carriage stopped at the door, and she looked at him intently, So, you have already decided?

Zhao Zhen was speechless, because he knew that he couldn't give her any promises. It was a long time before he spoke: I will send you away.

Her answer was actually something he had already thought of, and she said: I'll go by myself. She repeated it very lightly, and I went on my own.

The light of a bean was finally extinguished sometime after she left, and he was still sitting, in the world where only the moonlight lit him. Suddenly there was infinite misery, and he wanted to drink a glass of wine, and it would be an honor to be drunk on this long night.

The mind has been decided. The moment he got up to get the wine, he was suddenly stunned in place, he saw a thin silhouette standing at the door, he saw tears in her eyes, and he also clearly saw her trembling body, even though she tried so hard to suppress: Zhao Zhen, please, let's go together, leave your country behind, let's go to a bright place to live well.

Bright, warm, bright, his life was destined to have nothing to do with these words, but when she mentioned it, when his beloved woman promised him these beautiful things, he still felt that the colics in his lungs that had been dead for a long time were unspeakable, and there were flowers bursting between the infinite sourness and pain.

And he just smiled quietly: rich and rich, bright future