Second brother, please, go home.

Mo Zhicough raised his head, crying silently, his teeth bit his lips, and blood flowed down his lips, but he didn't know it.

Blood Tears let go of his hand and smiled, his smile was full of sadness: "Don't tell the third brother that you have seen me, and don't say whether my eldest brother and I are alive." We have wronged you for our brother's incompetence. ”

"No, no. Mo Zhicough stretched out his hand to cover his face, letting tears and moans in his throat flow from his fingers, "Second brother, don't worry, I will go back to Huashan tomorrow to ask my master goodbye, and then go back to the puppet palace." As long as I am alive, I will do my best to guard our home, and my third brother and I are waiting for you to come home. ”

Every word is so light that if you don't listen carefully, you will miss it.

Every word was so depressed, suppressed, so that his words would not hurt his brother's already scarred heart.

Blood and tears listened quietly, working hard, wanting to say goodbye to this simpler, remembering every word, unwilling to miss, unwilling to forget.

Because he knows that Mo Zhicough, like himself, has crushed his own heart, and then swallowed it back into his stomach in a corner that no one knows, so that his broken heart is disguised as a complete one to complete his self-deception.

There is no greater mourning than death...... What would it be like to regain hope when your heart is dead, and then to strip away the hope you have just touched?

Bloody tears replied softly, "um", let go of the hand on Mo Zhiyu's shoulder, took a deep breath as if he wanted to give up something, and got up to leave.

"Second brother!" Almost without thinking about it, Mo Zhi coughed and grabbed the hand of blood and tears, his fingertips and voice were also trembling, and his eyes were forcibly endured and couldn't help revealing reluctance and expectation, "You will definitely come back, right?"

Maybe it was because he couldn't bear it, or he was afraid that he would be ruthless and leave him as soon as he turned around, so he just turned his back to him and said lightly: "Yes." He shook off his hand and left.

The same cold fingertips separated, but it seemed to have lost its warm support.

Mo Zhiqi's hand was thrown away, and then stayed in mid-air, trying in vain to save this hard-won warmth, and only gently put it down for a while.

The night soon swallowed up the back of the blood and tears, but Mo Zhicough was still staring at it stupidly, as if he wanted to look back at the twelve years of missing his brother.

"How's it going?

A voice sounded without warning, and the blood and tears were startled, and when they heard the sound, they couldn't help but scold: "Can't you make a sound in advance?

Dressed in a cyan shirt, surrounded by a large coat, the silver-white mask looked extremely beautiful in the moonlight, dyeing the inky black eyes with a bit of blurry moonlight.

The boy in Tsing Yi squinted his eyes and smiled: "I've been standing here, and it's your problem that you can't see me." ”

Bloody tears pouted: "That only means that I've been getting more and more blind recently." He looked him up and down: "Seeing that you are dressed like this, you must be stealing things yourself, right? Why are you here?"

The boy in Tsing Yi shook his folding fan: "I originally planned to go to the West Lake Painting Boat to have a good time, who knows how many more uninvited guests there will be?"

Blood and tears thought for a moment and asked, "Little Prince?"

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded appreciatively: "By the way, not only is he here, but the prince of the letter is also there, how coincidental do you say?"

Bloody tears jumped his eyebrows, as if holding back a smile: "It's a coincidence, it's a coincidence." So, you didn't go and join in the fun, so you came here?"

The boy in Tsing Yi sighed lightly: "The night is long, and the boredom is tight." Anyway, the inn where he lives is not far from the West Lake, so I'll take a look. ”

Blood and tears looked at him strangely: "Except for you and me here, you have to be so yin and yang when you speak?"

The boy in Tsing Yi shook his head and said slowly: "No, no, no, son, I speak in this tone, how can it be said that it is yin and yang?"

Blood and tears waved their hands: "I won't fight with you, let's get down to business." Xiao Cough has already promised to go back to the puppet palace, you can rest assured, right?"

The young man in Tsing Yi tapped his chin with a folding fan and asked, "Do you think he can be a good palace master of the Ming Palace?"

Blood and tears said indifferently: "What can go wrong?" Fengyunxuan's people have stared at half of the rivers and lakes, even if Luo Changxiu's old department still wants to resist, can it really be revived?"

The boy in Tsing Yi responded: "That's the same." Then he stopped asking about it: "That's your business, I don't care." I'm going to go to Fengyun Xuan to see the information they have compiled in the next few days, and I'll leave the rest to you, so I'll talk about it when I go back." ”

Bloody Tears nodded: "I know, you're busy with yours." ”

The boy in Tsing Yi glanced at the placket that had not been sorted out with blood and tears, and reminded him casually: "The weather is already very cold, you should be careful yourself, don't take your body too seriously." He touched the mane of the snow-white white horse next to him, and then turned over and got on the horse: "Let's go." ”

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"Beautiful women are on the side, surrounded by singing and dancing. Now for the highlight of the night, please look to the right-hand side. Bai Zhen, who was laughing and talking with someone with a wine cup in his hand, suddenly confessed his sin to the people next to him, laughed loudly, and sent his voice far away with internal force, clear and not harsh.

Hearing this, the guests stopped talking, looked at Bai Zhen, and asked with a question.

Bai Zhen raised his right arm and said with a smile: "Since it is the first card, then you have to choose from the Qinglou girls in the whole rivers and lakes." If you talk about the most beautiful girl in the rivers and lakes today, you have to mention a place. This place is Fengyunxuan. Bai was fortunate to be able to invite a few girls to come, so that he could take advantage of the beautiful scenery and see the beauty. Not much to say, the beauty has arrived. He bowed deeply, then got up and walked away.

As soon as his voice fell, the instrument leaned away and only sounded. More than a dozen painting boats, large and small, formed a circle, and the four huge painting boats threw out a bright red ribbon at the same time, and a woman wearing a red dance skirt on the small boat in the heart of the river flew up lightly, stretched out her hand to catch the four silk ribbons, and quickly knotted them, and a silk flower the size of a human head appeared in her jade white palm. And the woman who grabbed the silk flower hanging in the air twisted her waist, turned over lightly, and landed on the silk flower, bending her knees and blessing.

The position of the silk flower is not very far from each boat, and you can see the woman's dress and dance, but you can't see her face, so the added mystery makes the woman even more eye-catching.

A pair of snow-white bare feet look particularly white and lovely against the background of silk flowers, and under the fluttering of the skirt, a small string of bells is worn on a small ankle, which jingles under the blowing of the river breeze, and the sound is crisp and fine, and only a few people with excellent ears can faintly hear it. The fiery red dress is light and soft, with wide, long sleeves that hang down under the ribbon and sway gently in the wind. The loose black hair was knee-length, and only a red hairband was tied in a bun, and three blood-red hostas were obliquely inserted into the bun.

The moonlight was still good, and the lights of the painting boat reflected the lake brightly, and four bright red ribbons hung in the air. And the woman who stood in the air and bowed her head looked like a dream.

The painting boat, which was still noisy just now, was silent in an instant, and there was a sound of needles falling.

Even if you are not obsessed with the beauty of the woman, you are also impressed by her wonderful light skills. jumped more than ten feet, not to mention such a weak woman, even if you look at the rivers and lakes, there are only more than 100 people who are so light.

The people who can come to these painting boats are either powerful and wealthy businessmen, or young talents with a small reputation in the rivers and lakes. In their eyes, beauty is important, but they appreciate this superior light skill.

After the woman was blessed, she slowly got up.

The ribbon connecting the four boats trembled violently, and four women in white jumped up from the boat, stood down in the middle of half of the ribbon, knelt on one knee on the ribbon, and bowed their heads.

The piece takes a turn.

And at this turning point, the four white-clothed women who were originally standing firmly on the ribbon slipped off the ribbon at the same time, grabbed the ribbon with one hand, and flew out of the air a distance of one zhang in the exclamation of the guests, the body flipped, and the slender jade feet hooked on the ribbon again, and flipped out again.

And the woman in the blood-red dance dress spun on the silk flowers that did not stand on her footing, Luo Yi flew with her dancing, and a pair of sleeves flowed like water waves, indescribably enchanting and moving.

The fiery red dance clothes, the fast and agile dancing posture, and the snow-white jade feet.

She was like a butterfly desperately struggling to survive in the raging fire, waving its slender wings that had been burned by the blood-colored flames, senseless and stubborn.

A snowcoat that is not stained with mortal dust, flipped in the air without support, and the occasional touch is also a dip and walk, flying alternately around the red, circling and wandering, but dare not touch.

The soft and mournful music, and the silent dance of the five women, interpret the tenacity of the butterfly struggling in the flames, the sad gaze of the snow-colored butterfly, but the pathos that is difficult to approach, so real and shocking.

The guests, who were fully immersed in the butterfly dance, clearly heard the clear sound of the bell on the woman's ankle, representing the sound of the butterfly's fragile life still struggling.

Xiao Sheng suddenly joined in the music, and four women in white flew on the ribbon. This time, the white dance clothes of the four women were dyed with specks of red, like blood splattered up, bringing a bit of sadness and sadness to the ethereal white butterfly wings, which just rightly touched the hearts of the viewers.

"Fade feathers for clothes and silk for love, and dance solo songs to know the confusion. The woman in red in the center suddenly stopped dancing, and suddenly sang loudly, and her tactful and mournful singing voice made everyone's hearts tremble slightly, but she didn't feel abrupt at all.

The snow-clad woman who had been flying around the woman in the red dress also slowly stopped her movements with the singing, knelt on the ribbon, looked up at the butterfly king bathing in fire, and showed her singing voice:

"A cry, a mourning, a broken bowel, a cry, a complaint, a dry tear.

Yu Duan never regretted it, and asked if he would return with tears in his eyes.

When was he drunk in his dreams, and he was drunk and didn't know how to be ashamed. ”

As soon as the three sentences passed, the white clothes stained with mottled blood also slid out a few snow-white arcs in the night sky, and the resentful song sounded with their posture:

"The cuckoo's cry is sometimes exhausted, how can the butterfly have its wings back?"

After singing, the bloody clothes with a slight pause in action started a fast and passionate dance again, the beautiful voice resounded in the night sky, the words were mellow and long, and the breath was not disturbed by her dancing posture in the slightest.

"Dancing butterflies put out the fire and burn their bodies to suffer, how can there be a king who does not return to suffering. ”

The struggle of the butterfly dancing in the fire, the woman who is looking forward to the return of her lover, the idiot who is full of bitterness but can't bear to complain...... Her singing voice, her posture, her dancing steps, her bloody clothes, with this short sentence, perfectly blended the three roles, perfectly expressed in front of everyone, and perfectly reflected every emotion to the fullest.

It's not because the red is too eye-catching, it's not because the dancers leave no stone unturned performance, it's not because of the eight women's flocks. The people in dance costumes themselves have a dazzling, eye-catching, and intoxicating charm. Even if you don't see her face, just this song and a light dance are enough to make people intoxicated.

The snow-colored butterflies are still flying, and the cuckoo is still dancing, but everyone's eyes are completely attracted to the woman in the center, and there is no time to admire the woman who has been reduced to a foil.

It may have been only a short time, and it seemed like a long time, that everyone was awakened by the sigh sung by six women at the same time.

"The cuckoo is hated for a thousand years, and the jade butterfly will eventually be gray for eternity. ”

The nine women stopped dancing at the same time, facing in all directions with the afterglow of the end of the music. Then, as when he came, he tapped his toes on the red silk a few times, and walked towards the four painting boats like fairies outside the sky.

And the woman in red, who was watched by everyone, walked lightly towards the painting boat where Bai Zhen was.

This time, the first card selection held by the two wealthy businessmen Wen and Bai was only the painting boat where the two young masters were located, and they could win the move of the beauty.

Three figures, one red and two white, returned to the painting boat from the ribbon, and the ribbon was put away, indicating that the beautiful woman would stay here and never leave.