"'Xia' is the surname, 'Yan' is the name, and 'Junli' is the word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info," he said at Fengyun's grave.

There were two fires in "Yan", and no one knew that he was by the fire on a moonlit night, and because of the warmth that illuminated a girl's face, he chose it so suddenly. He remembered that he had told her earlier that he didn't like her real name "玢", and that she had given him many ideas meaning "beautiful jade" - the word "Yan" was among them, so there was no need to worry that she would not like it.

He is not without other private thoughts, for example, he feels that the two internal forces of cold and heat in his body coexist, and the cold power of the mirror is far more than the heat of the Qinglong Mental Method, although he does not feel different for the time being, but he is used to all kinds of Taoist yin and yang evenness, and always wants to use the name of fire to adjust a little.

For example, he felt that he had always been close to the water - perhaps so close that sometimes he was even influenced by the "water" - because his nature was similar to the nature of water, with restraint and softness, but when he encountered such a huge wave and tide that night, he would also feel agitated and unable to help himself, which showed that it was a seemingly harmless thing, and he was obsessed with it, exceeding the limit, and eventually damaging the mind. For the sake of balance, he felt that he should find some heavy fire to reduce his body.

Because of the thorn and cold, the four of them stayed in Yanguan Town for an extra day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only went to the Fengyun Tomb on August 17. In fact, the body of the stabbing was not good this day, but he refused to delay the trip of the three of them any longer, and forced to kowtow together.

For the first time in a long time, Jun Li saw her sick. Of course, it's not that I don't feel so guilty in my heart, but it's useless to blame myself, so I have to say more. He picked a handful of thorn vegetables from the mountain and gave it to her—although they were weeds, they were blooming at this moment, and a large bush was blooming beautifully, and the lilac petals gathered into small balls of great spirit, which were not weaker than the flowers of the herbs.

I don't know if it's because of this puffy flower, but the thorn seems to have improved a lot on the way back to the town. Jun Li believed in his heart that Feng Yunying didn't blame himself - not only did he have it, but he must have liked the thorn very much, which is why she got better so quickly.

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It is rumored that Jun Li's trip not only fulfilled his wish to return to the world and changed his name to "Xia Yan", but also in front of Fengyun's tomb, in front of two witnesses, he worshipped heaven and earth with thorns, and married - although the words spoken by Jinghui and He Xuan should never be child's play, but Shen Fengming still didn't believe it. Jun Li didn't mention this matter to him after he came back, and in any case, according to Jun Li's temperament of valuing the number of gifts, it seems that the three media and six certificates, dowry and dowry should not be saved. It's a pity that when he heard about this, he had already set off from Dongting and was about to leave, and he didn't have time to talk to Jun Li in the First Drunken Pavilion and ask for the exact.

He only caught a glimpse of this Taoist priest with a bull's nose and a blue robe when he left, and he was already a swordsman with his crown hair tied and green clothes at this time. He had seen it in such a costume before, when the two of them went to the Tiandu for a while to fight for the "Horse Neighing and Phoenix Ming". That time, because he wanted to hide in Shen Fengming's team, Jun Li chose a black robe, and that shirt seemed to have become his outfit every time he was inconvenient to show himself as a Taoist in the future—even now, when he really took off his Taoist credentials, he seemed to be used to hiding in such a dark blue color.

Shen Fengming always felt that such a Jun Li was like two people in the past. He himself had been in the Black Bamboo Society for many years, and he was mostly gray, and he didn't like the darkness - the deep color seemed to have a special power, and the dark night suddenly absorbed all the gentleness and humility of people, showing solemnity and calmness - he always felt that Jun Li should not be this color.

But in retrospect, that day, Jun Li sent the thorn to a drunken pavilion, and the eyebrows and eyes showed a smile, and he should be in a very good mood. At that time, Shen Fengming didn't know many details, and when he saw that he was in a hurry to rush back to the forbidden city, he only said hello to each other. He had troubles in his heart, and he had no time to take care of him.

-- The trip to Dongting was already on the way, but he had not yet waited for an answer from Okra to go with him. In the more than ten days after Wutong's story, he waited from being full of confidence until his mind was exhausted, and the last time he got her answer was "Wait until I asked Suzaku".

That sentence had been three days ago—Jun Li and Thorn had only left for Yanguan that day, and today they had returned, but there was no more news from Okra. He felt that he had always been very calm about okra, and no matter what kind of attitude and attitude she had, what kind of cold reaction, he would not be impetuous, but God knows—he himself knows—that since Sycamore came back, he suddenly couldn't bear her not to take herself to heart as usual, and he felt that if he could not wait for an answer, he would probably scratch his scalp.

Jun Li didn't know that Shen Fengming was still waiting for Okra's answer. He hurriedly returned to the inner city, but it was because he was delayed for one more day outside, and if it was according to the original plan, he should sign the "Black Bamboo Order" to Shen Fengming tomorrow. Although this is not a difficult and complicated matter, it is the first time for him after all, and he has not been handed over by the leader of the black bamboo, nor has he had the guidance to record it, so he can only go to the rudder of the inner city to check the past records, in order to learn how to write words. He had been here intermittently a few times before, but the Black Bamboo Society had been very casual and idle in recent years, and he had read a few copies of the Black Bamboo Order, and he always felt that it was plausible and unessential, and in the end it often became a tidying up of the volumes, and then he was busy with the drawings of the new chief rudder, so he put the matter on hold.

There was nothing new to discover that night, so he took the written test and wrote one, barely watching. According to the rules of the Black Bamboo Society, the Black Bamboo Order should have been drafted by the executive record and approved by the leader. However, regardless of the record - most of the previous black bamboo chiefs were uncertain, and they had to wait for them to sign and approve everything, and the business would not be able to be done, so a custom was gradually formed for more than a hundred years - as long as the people who were named by the leaders were instructed, the black bamboo orders signed and approved could be counted. In fact, most of the people who can decide are the gold medals in the club, or the few silver medals with high prestige.

Of course, Shen Fengming can also sign this black bamboo order by himself. It's just that Jun Li feels that the owner of the money this time is him, and if he himself has not signed this order, he will inevitably be truthful, and he still plans to sign it himself. He didn't expect this matter to take so much effort, and it wasn't until he made up his mind on the last night that he sat in the helm for more than an hour, and finally grinded it out.

He read it a few times, changed the pen and was about to sign it, but suddenly paused, and then remembered that he had changed his name - this pen had fallen, and all the future black bamboo orders would have to use this new name.

He tried to write the word "summer". This word reminded him of his father, the biological father who was still far away in Meizhou. He didn't find the black bamboo order that chased and killed Xia Zheng last year in this general rudder - Suzaku's order may not need another piece of paper, and he doesn't know how many invisible orders to kill people have been lost silently.

He then quickly wrote the word "Yan". It was not a name given to him by his parents, and he hoped that they would not blame him for it—or that it might be more detached from them and not get in the way of anything to the other. He hadn't written to Xia Zheng and Chen Rongrong yet—but if he did, he thought he would never be the son of the Xia family, but just an old friend and friend of old friends, and only indifferently informed them of his marriage, and then indifferently signed his new name at the end of the letter, without a word of explanation.

Before the lights were blown out, he read them for a long time - he was not even familiar with the handwriting in which he wrote them. He just saw it as an end, a beginning.

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It was late at night, and the lights were already dimmed in most of the houses in the Suzaku Mansion, but the path to the study was lit up.

Jun Li entered the mansion, and walked along the path to the study, but before he reached the door, a mansion came to him, saw him, and hurriedly saluted, saying, "Jun Li Gongzi is back." ”

"Is my master here?" Jun Li asked.

Fu Ding said: "My lord just went for a walk in the garden. ”

Jun Li nodded in thanks, turned his head and went to the back garden of Fuzhong, half of the people stepped into the garden, and he had heard the voice of Suzaku.

"You've really thought about it?"

Before Jun Li could decide whether to walk in or exit, he heard Okra reply, "Yes, I thought about it." ”

He looked up - the moon was sluggish, the lights were weak, and a pool of remnants of lotus in the back garden was becoming more and more withered and decayed. He had seen the Vermilion Bird and Okra walking slowly along the edge of the pool, their backs as usual—one a warm but deep crimson, the other a quiet but a little arrogant.

He was about to say hello, but Suzaku had already sensed his voice, and did not look back, only raised his hand slightly, roughly signaling him to wait on his mouth first. He had no choice but to shut up and turn sideways to the outside of the garden for the time being, avoiding the front of the entrance. Suzaku said again: "You have always hated this person the most, and you have told me more than once that you never want to be with him, why did you change your mind this time and insist so much?"

Okra hadn't noticed Jun Li's arrival in the night breeze, and said in a low voice: "I--after all, I'm a person from Yunmeng." Besides, I have answered him, and I may become the lord of cloud dreams in the future, but I will not be able to ...... Stay out of the way at this time. ”

Jun Li roughly understood that the two were talking about going to Dongting, and listening to the current meaning, Okra should have decided to go with Shen Fengming, and secretly said in his heart that if Suzaku refused to agree for a while, he would always help Okra say a few words.