The alternating seasons of spring and summer are most likely to rain, but for the south wind, this rain always comes at an untimely time. Just when she was about to forget about Su Chen and was about to leave Su Chen behind with the same indifference and resoluteness, a bone-chilling rain returned the memory to her.

She suddenly didn't know whether to accept this "return" or not.

Su Chen sealed this memory, he didn't want Nanfeng to know about his past. But if he was really secretive, why did he bring the south wind of the past that no longer belonged to him to the realm of no return, to him?

Nanfeng couldn't figure it out. Bearing this memory, she felt tired.

Xizhou sensed Nanfeng's strangeness, and also withdrew his hand from the rain curtain, and turned his head to look at her, as if he wanted to use his shining eyes to dissect Nanfeng's thoughts.

Nanfeng's gaze had melted into the rain and said, "Xizhou, there is a story you haven't finished yet." ”

"Hmm, what's the story?" he leaned against the window, his hands propped on the windowsill, and leaned towards the south wind.

Nanfeng said: "You told me the story of Rong Muzhi, the king of the Jin Dynasty of the Great Rong Dynasty. His Royal Highness the King of Jin, what happened to him?"

"He's, he's missing. ”

"Missing, what do you mean 'missing'?"

"A disappearance is a disappearance, it is not written in the history books, so naturally I don't know. Anyway, it was hundreds of years ago, so naturally he died, and as for how he died, the world has different opinions. ”

"What about Jiang Han, is Jiang Han also missing?"

Xizhou shook his head and said, "No, after marrying the King of Jin, it didn't take long for her to die, in the palace. ”

"How...... Dead?"

Xizhou sighed and said, "Palace battle. Rong Muzhi's brother saw that Rong Muzhi's military achievements were great and his prestige was very high, so he hated from jealousy, and when their father was critically ill, he planned to trick Rong Muzhi into the palace to kill him. At a critical juncture, Jiang Han led his troops to break into the palace and helped Rong Muzhi kill his brother, but he also died because he was seriously injured. Rong Muzhi was so grief-stricken that he did not inherit the throne. He gave up the throne to a son of the clan and disappeared with Jiang Han's body. ”

"His first wife's name was Feng Qingse, right?"

"Yes. ”

The wind is sunny and the river is cold. No wonder.

No wonder his name is Suchen, indecent, not vulgar, not clear.

"The sun is shining brightly, and the cold sky is devoid of dust", which is the origin of this name.

has already become a bystander, a descendant who uses stories as talking points, but Nanfeng still can't help but have warm eyes and can't speak.

She didn't know who she was feeling sorry for.

Thinking about it, Jiang Han seemed to have just lost his life. Now that she is dead, she has no consciousness and emotion, and everything in the world is just a void for her, and there is no need to cling and grieve. But for Rong Muzhi, it's different.

Rong Muzhi is alive, and he is just living. His wife was assassinated and died, and his wife, who was forced to marry him, also died for him, and the royal family affection was weak, and he almost died at the hands of his brother, but in the end his own hands were stained with his brother's blood. But he didn't sit on the dragon chair, he disappeared from people's sight - maybe all thoughts were lost.

Nanfeng didn't know how "Rong Muzhi" became "Su Chen", and he didn't dare to guess, lest he couldn't stand the hardships.

There is one last question, when it was asked, Nanfeng's voice trembled a little: "You said that the assassin who assassinated the wife of the King of Jin was related to Jiang Han, was it the assassination of Jiang Han's mastermind?"

"Naturally not. ”

"Are you sure?"

Xizhou blinked: "That's what the history books say, saying that Princess Feng Qingse of Jin was assassinated by a fine work sent by Beidi. ”

The south wind had a moment of rejoicing.

But after thinking about it, Su Chen's words were conclusive, saying that "Jiang Han" killed his wife, could it be that the historical records were wrong?

Xizhou is not a witness to that incident in the end, everything is recorded in the history books.

Hey, who's right and who's right, who can say for sure?

Xizhou shook his wet hand in front of Nanfeng's eyes and asked, "It was hundreds of years ago, why do you care so much?"

Nanfeng couldn't explain it to him, so he had to say perfunctorily: "Although it is a former person, it also affects the thoughts of future generations." The story of the beautiful son is beautiful, but if you listen to it too much, you will get tired of it, and it is not as true and credible as the tragic story. 'People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I just felt something. ”

Xizhou smiled and said: "If the world wants you to be so pessimistic, how can you live! Si people have passed away, it is useless to think about it, and it is right to cherish the present." ”

Nanfeng was immersed in Rong Muzhi's tragedy and couldn't extricate himself, and always felt that Xizhou didn't have a backache when he stood and spoke, and said: "Little boy, you haven't tasted life and death, and you can't empathize: mental torture is more painful than physical torture." ”

Xizhou is obviously smiling, but this smile, in the eyes of outsiders, is not very comfortable. He said: "I have tasted life and death, but it feels too long. If you take it out and chew it every day, it will gradually change its taste. ”

"Changed the taste?"

"Well," Xizhou looked at her, "it's like after an amputation, he often shows his wounds to others to attract sympathy." The south wind, people are in great pain, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it feels sweet. Without this pain, there is no way for people to prove that they are alive. ”

Xizhou suddenly became a philosopher, and his words were unfathomable. Nanfeng didn't understand, but he also knew that he must have experienced heart-rending pain, and he didn't dare to mention it casually. She remembered that when Xizhou first saw her, he said that she looked like an old friend of his, and hugged her tightly and whimpered. He may know the value of friendship better than someone like her, who moans without illness.

He pretended to be relaxed, staggered back to the edge of the bed and sat down, and wiped his wet hands haphazardly onto his underwear.

He's still sick. Nanfeng hurriedly closed the window, took his dirty and shabby robe and draped it over him, and said, "It's not that there is no towel, why do you wipe it on your clothes? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

"Where am I so squeamish?"

When he was so sick, he was still hard-mouthed. Nanfeng deliberately used force when he put on his clothes to show that she was not happy, but he was saying another small thing: "Your clothes are too old, I'll buy you two later." ”

Xizhou was violently taken care of by the south wind, and he didn't complain at all, or even snort, but seemed to enjoy it, only when he heard that he was going to buy him clothes, he said, "Why do you want to buy so many? That's not how money is spent. ”

Cut, sure enough, is a poor talent, Nanfeng thought, like her master Suchen, the well-known son of the broken Han who does not return, the clothes he wears every day must be of good material and without a little variegation, and someone specially tailors them for him, and she also needs her to clean him every day......

She, why did she miss him again?