"You two don't have to waste your energy, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. Nan Jiantian spoke.

"Are you really okay?"

"Nangong Wan's matter, you really didn't take it to heart. The two of them looked incredulous.

"What should come will come after all, and you can't hide if you want to. Nanjian Tianyun said lightly.

"Nan boy, what are your plans next, let's sum it up!" Old Man Candle Wu sat down and said seriously.

"Yes, we know that with your character, you will never swallow your anger, this is not like the style of our Qishi Mansion, if you have any plans, just say it, my master is not called for nothing!"

"We didn't give it for nothing, I just want to ask you one thing, do you really like that girl?"

"I like it!"

"How much you like it!"

"Deeply rooted in the bone marrow and integrated into the blood, without her, I can't imagine the days ahead. ”

"Okay! I'm relieved to have you say this. In this case, let's just not do anything, just tonight, we sneaked into Du's house and snatched that girl back, how. ”

"Not only that, the two of us will witness your marriage, and you will enter the cave room in Qishi Mansion, even if his Du family is powerful, my mother will not believe that he dares to come to Qishi Mansion to rob people. ”

"Even if they are bold, if they really dare to come, we will beat them back, Qishi Mansion is not a place for people to go wild. "The old woman and the old man of Candle Martial Arts, you say a word, I say a word.

"Thank you to the two seniors, but I want to solve my own affairs, and the two seniors don't have to risk their lives. Nan Jiantian only felt a warmth in his heart, the two old men were able to stand up and preside over the overall situation at this moment, there was no doubt that his heart was sincere, and it was also the greatest support for him.

"You mean, you're going to act alone tonight?" said the old man in disbelief.

"The bell must be tied to the bell, and the emotional matter also needs to be broken by the parties themselves, and the two seniors are not involved. ”

"We're all fearless, what are you worried about?"

"I think I have just entered the Qishi Mansion and have not made any contributions, I really don't want the Qishi Mansion to be involved in this bloody storm, if it is the destiny of heaven, I should also protect me. ”

"Since you say so, we are secretly sweeping the formation for you, if you can't support it, you shout, we will definitely help!"

"Yes, if the Du family dares to hurt my apprentice's life, it will be undying hatred, the world is so big, there is no him with me!" The old woman's whole body breathed tyranny, and the air around her conveyed a roar.

Just today, the wedding of Nangong Wan and Du Fei was held as scheduled, and the general's mansion was full of lights, filled with a joyful atmosphere. The guards wore bright red ribbons on their chests, adding to the festive atmosphere of the wedding ceremony.

That night, Dewey hosted a banquet for the wedding of Nangong Wan, the 'Princess of Taiping', and Du Fei, the dog son, and warmly entertained thousands of guests, including the ministers of the same dynasty and members of the royal family who were invited to attend the wedding. The scene was huge and luxurious, and the entire imperial capital was immersed in the joy of the wedding.

The flower arch that symbolizes happiness has not yet been torn down, and the road is paved with colorful petals leading to the stage of marriage. The people in the house also got the lottery and laughed happily.

It's just that under the night, there is an eerie killing intention.

The wind brings sorrow and takes away the loneliness of the sky.

A piece of sadness can not be written in the fragrance of the courtyard, and the dark fragrance of the next world is suddenly not equal to the red of the court.

The red roses have faded in the wind, forming bright scars in the barren years. That world, there are countless reds, sorrow everywhere, looking at the decadent flowers, the heart, pain again and again.

I don't know why, all of a sudden, the people I miss are far, far away from reality, even farther away than the stars I saw tonight.

The time that passes in a hurry, the tossing and turning past disappears in the clouds, drifting with the wind, scattered with the rain, like a broken thought, singing in the red dust of Qianmo, a song staring at the frieze, whose heartstrings are messed up, whose red face is thin?

'A night of sorrow and rain and lovesickness,

Alone in the daytime and other wilderness.

The autumn wind has no sound,

It's hard to find out in the world!'

It seems that the mean heart whispers are surrounded by the lovesick scenery in the heart.

The gorgeous face, to grieve alone, still can't reduce the feeling of turmoil, meet again, but the injuries are superimposed. The broken thoughts scattered all over the place are the memories of yesterday that I can't bear to look back on, don't choose, don't think, don't chase.

In this way, I was alone and obsessively intoxicated on the other side of the past with you, but I trudged this side of the mud today. The silk thread that was broken by your ruthless heart finally bound the feelings and extinguished the thoughts, and from then on, the end of the world was broken, and the lovesickness was stranded.

A round of months,

A tree,

The sky is full of dead leaves.

A song,

A glass of wine,

Pretend to be the sorrow of the world.

Nan Jiantian had been in place for a long time, and the defense of the General's Mansion was useless to him. At this time, he was sitting quietly on the ridge of the house, holding the peach blossoms in his hand and pouring them one after another, looking at the lights under his feet, a joyful scene.

His smooth and fair face, with its angular coldness, dark and deep eyes, glowing with a charming color, sword-like eyebrows flying obliquely into a few strands of black hair under the corners of his temples, his high nose, beautiful lips, and impeccable facial contours, all show off his arrogance.

The Huolin Sword was inserted beside him, and the dark blue magic light on the sword body flowed endlessly, emitting an evil light.

Nan Jiantian looked at the bright moon in the sky in a daze, at this moment, I wish the two of them to enjoy a full moon and stay in the same mood. 88

The crescent moon is like a hook, gently hooking the past. In the past, I met her at that intersection, and I remember every scene in my heart......

The bright moon hung high in the cloudless blue sky like a silver platter, and the moonlight with a hint of chill illuminated the autumn river sparkling. The sky is brilliant, the blue sky and the moon are all in the river, which is the artistic conception of "moonlight is like water and water tomorrow".

Soft as a flocculent, light as a silk floating cloud, surrounded by the bright moon rising. Qinghui reflects the surroundings into a silvery white halo, from deep to shallow, if there is none.

It is not as bright as the sunset, so it is more elegant, and it is not as brilliant as the sunset, giving people only a little joy and a touch of sorrow.

The moon still lingered desperately at the edge of the dark forest, and the river at the foot of the mountain shone silver from time to time. The treetops swayed slightly, the trees and ghostly statues of the boulevard cast long, unpredictable shadows in between, and the spring water murmured and roared wonderfully through the vast silent night.

Darkness is the ruler of the night, quietly burying the world.

......

Seeing each other only hates late, and a good night is afraid of no dreams!

The wind, sweeping up the colorful maple leaves on the ground, fluttered one after another, swirling and dancing. Follow the blue moonlight, flying and intertwining, what a beautiful picture!

It's a sight to behold, and it's beautiful!

The fierce wind rolled up pieces of snow-white clothes, the clothes fluttered, Nan Jiantian's eyes were full of sadness, and his thoughts were infinitely extended.

The breeze caresses the willow leaves, like footsteps, and the wind is dancing. Listen to the murmur of the wind.

If there is no trace of dreams, tears and eyes are like losing consciousness, the unforgettable memories of the past can also be understated, and only a kind of "injury" lingers in the heart and torments oneself......

When I was tamed by you to the uninhibited male uninhibitedness, all that was left was the poignant elegance and the heartbreak that could not be picked up and scattered all over the ground......

The cape is inseparable from lovesickness, and the end of the world cannot be broken with affection.

Love is the persistence of never regretting the gradual widening of the belt, and love is the unrepentant desire to make people haggard for the sake of Iraq......

If you don't love, why do you accept the initial love? Do you know, you gave me the most beautiful hope, but it made me sad and sad, and finally I realized that you just temporarily borrowed my shoulder. Looking through the mountains, the long and bitter anticipation, the tears have long blurred the vision, you can see it......

It turns out that in life, there is always a time, a place, a scene, and a person who has become the eternal memory in our hearts. When beauty is frozen in that second, time freezes into a bright wound, a beautiful and painful growth......

Memories come flooding back......

Who has promised that the earth is desolate? Who still remembers the sentence that the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten? Who will think of the whispers of the end of the world? The fragrance of the other shore is soaked in the sorrow of yesterday, how many memories are red in the depths of memory, and the ocean is flying in light years wantonly.

This autumn, I was still lonely, turning around and around, and an inadvertent intrusion made me lost again.

......

"Can we go back again, can we still find the way we came!"

Nan Jiantian looked at the brilliant galaxy above his head, and the starlight of that night was still sprinkled all over our hearts, but he didn't see the tears of sadness for the Cowherd and Weaver Girl. Perhaps as I grew older, I have come to believe that love is no longer a fairy tale!

Nan Jiantian's whole body suddenly trembled slightly, and his face suddenly turned red, which was actually caused by his forcible suppression of the tyrannical aura in his body.

This knot is enough to make a hero twilight!

He is unwilling, he is not willing to give up the woman he loves!

"Goo Dong, Goo Dong" poured a jar of old wine into it in one go, and he yelled "Good wine"!

He looked excited, but there were tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

There has never been such a heartache, it is an unforgettable wound, a pain that pierces the soul. I have never felt so helpless, and today I feel helpless like never before.

What can power change? Can changing oneself or others really change one's fate? Otherwise, why leave me alone on this glacier, in despair?

......

Nan Jiantian drank all the peach blossom drunk, and there was still no trace of drunkenness.

He really wanted to get drunk once and forget about this sorrow, but not yet, he would rather be sober and silently count his scars than get drunk!

Wine into the bowels, how much melancholy at this moment?

What is the solution to worries? People are not drunk, and they use wine to eliminate their sorrows and sorrows. It's just that who knows how to break the intestines?

In just a moment, there were several empty wine jars at Nan Jiantian's feet, and one was being grabbed by him with one hand, and he directly poured the liquor inside into the mouth of his back.

The strong liquor splashed all over his face, and then "tick, tick" slid down, and it was long since he couldn't tell whether it was tears or drink. The eternal sorrow emanated irrepressibly in him as if it had materialized.

"If I fail today, I will leave the world with the most embarrassed appearance! ”

The wine jar at Nan Jiantian's feet rolled down, and at the moment when the empty wine jar fell to the ground and was shattered, Nan Jiantian floated down, blocking the way of a subordinate, holding two jars of newly filled wedding wine in his hands, and the mouth of the altar was tightly tied with a red cloth.

"Bring the wine!" Nan Jiantian didn't ask, took out the wine jar, opened the lid and drank wildly. The little guy looked at Nan Jiantian, who fell from the sky and behaved like crazy, dumbfounded, no one knew what was going on?

"These two altars of daughter red are hand-picked by the Duke of Bauhinia, if there is anything wrong, the small one will lose his head, and please don't embarrass the little one. The little guy said in a trembling voice, almost unable to hold the jar of wine in his hand.

However, Nan Jiantian didn't seem to hear it, he just drank by himself, and the wine poured into his mouth, but it spilled out again, splashing his clothes. The surroundings suddenly fell silent, deathly silent, and everyone was looking at Nan Jiantian.

There was a trance, as if this sorrow had been brewing for hundreds of millions of years, richer than spirits, and had burst out through countless layers. Feeling the heart-wrenching sorrow emanating from him, there was also a throbbing of sadness in his heart for no reason.

What kind of person is this, and why is there such a deep wound on his body?