Night.

Jun Moliu lay on his back on the roof of the inn, lifted the wine jug in his left hand and poured a sip of wine, spilling wine and dew, and the cloud patterns on his blue robe loomed. His eyes looked at the moon in confusion, and the moon seemed to have changed many times, dangling in his eyes. A dark shadow quickly passed not far away, Jun Moliu shook his head, trying to see more clearly, but his brain became dizzy and fell asleep in a daze.

Today is May 15, who in the rivers and lakes does not know that today is the wedding day of Mu Hongqing, the only daughter of the owner of Mujiazhuang. Only by virtue of the friendship between the Jun family and Mujiazhuang, Jun Moliu also knows. But he would rather not know.

The world only knows that Mu Hongqing and Jun Moliu are childhood sweethearts, but they don't know that Mu Hongqing is Jun Moliu's happy person.

The world only knows that Jun Moliu is a young man, that is, he has been in the midst of thousands of flowers, and he still does not touch a leaf, but he does not know that he just has a happy person.

Women always like a stable life, and Mu Hongqing is no exception, while Jun Moliu is used to living without a fixed place and wandering around. He couldn't give her what she wanted, so he had to let go.

Today, the woman he rejoiced in wore a wedding dress, but it was not for him, even if he was talking chic, at this moment, he still didn't want to watch her marry someone else.

The night is as cool as water.

Jun Moliu is the second son of the Jun family, the eldest son of the Jun family is named Jun Mogui, the eldest prince Moliu is three years old, both civil and military, gentle and elegant, and can be called a genius.

The young man is like jade, and Qinghong is famous in the rivers and lakes.

Qinghong refers to the weapon of the eldest prince of the Jun family, the Qinghong Sword. The sword is a gentleman's weapon. It is rumored that the Qinghong sword is cast by Jun Mogui, the eldest son of the Jun family, the sword is three feet long, weighs three catties and twelve taels, and takes seven seven forty-nine days. The famous sword has a spirit, and when it encounters the enemy, it will sound, and the person is in the sword, and the person is dead and the sword is destroyed.

Compared with the famous Jun Moliu, Jun Moliu likes to wander outside, at least in March and May, and at most in three or five years without returning home, and he can't keep him at all, which really responds to the word Moliu.

In the same way, he failed to keep the woman he was pleased with.

......

"Second brother, will I marry you when I grow up?"

"Oh, silly girl. ”

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"Second brother, when I'm fifteen, can you come to Mujiazhuang to propose marriage?"

"Well, if I'm back, I'll go. ”

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"Second brother, is it okay to stay?

“...... I'm sorry, Hongqing. ”

......

"Second brother, I'm getting married. ”

“......”

......

Jun Moliu frowned, the corners of his forehead were bruised, he was sweating profusely, and he slept very unsteadily. In the dream, Hongqing left him, and the farther and farther, Jun Moliu suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her, and finally settled down and fell into a deep sleep.

Jun Moliu was still a little confused when he opened his eyes, he vaguely remembered that he had fallen asleep on the roof of the inn yesterday, how did he wake up and change places?

After some movements, the owner of the hand also woke up, with distant eyebrows and phoenix eyes, long hair loosely tied behind his head, a light cyan robe a little messy, and a cyan scimitar behind his back. Without the confusion that had just woken up, a pair of phoenix eyes were full of mockery, and the eyebrows on one side were raised high: "Jun Moliu, Jun Moliu, you are really frustrated, isn't it just a woman, a manly husband, there is no grass at the end of the world, why hang a piece of grass?"

"A word of love, who can escape?" Jun Moliu also raised his eyebrows, hooking up a crying smile.

Yan Bangqiu "hissed", abruptly withdrew his hand, stood up from the stool, and moved his body. "Look at your nest, you can't live without Mu Hongqing, right?"

“...... Yan Bangqiu, you haven't fought for three days, and you went to the house to uncover the tiles?" Jun Moliu put away a wry smile, rolled his eyes without image, and finally felt sad once, and the atmosphere was completely gone.

"Yo, it's like you've beaten me all the time~" Yan Wanqiu sat on the stool, poured a cup of tea casually, and poured it into Jun Moliu's mouth, "Wake up your mind!"

"Well, stop making a fuss, I want to go home and have a look. "By the way, take a look at Hongqing. Jun Moliu drank the tea, he was much more sober, and he thought about it, he had been out for more than five months this time, and it was time to go back.

"Hmph, my son has nothing to do, follow you to relieve your boredom. Yan Bangqiu poured another cup of tea and drank it.

"Okay, thank you. Jun Moliu smiled and agreed.

Yan Bangqiu, Jun Moliu to make friends, fifteen years old when he went out to travel to meet, one year older than Jun Moliu, Jun Moliu is seventeen years old this year, unidentified, most of them are orphans, so they go together, the rivers and lakes say: Jun Moliu, Jun is not seen, the word Yan Bangqiu looks back. In this way, he praised Jun Moliu's light skills and Yan Bangqiu's knife skills.

Yan Bangqiu's scimitar is called the ink blade, the whole body is pitch black, the blade is no exception, no light flashes, it is a kind of Miao knife, a kind of short knife. The knife is one foot two long and curves outward. The back of the knife is curved with the blade, there are two blood grooves on both sides and two wavy nail prints, the blade is extremely sharp, the handle is three to four inches long, and it is sandwiched with two horns and fixed with pins.

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Junfu.

There was silence, and the servants and maids were trembling, not daring to come out, and doing things lightly. Seeing this, Jun Moliu's face changed, and he pursed his lips. Yan Bangqiu followed, and when he saw this scene, his eyes flashed and became dark.

"Butler, what about my father, mother, and eldest brother?" Jun Moliu stared at the Jun housekeeper who came in a hurry, Tu Liang. Tu Liang was dressed in a cyan robe, saluted the second son, and explained: "Second son, I heard that something happened to Mujiazhuang, the lord of the mansion, his wife, and the eldest prince all went to Mujiazhuang early this morning, and their subordinates were ordered to stay in the house. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Can you let your parents and eldest brother go? Jun Moliu frowned, then turned around and went to Mujiazhuang, and Yan Wanqiu also hurriedly chased after him.