Xie Chenfeng was afraid that he would escape from Qin Zhan's gaffe, so he slipped out of the Xia Mansion while he was drunk. Now he just wanted to find a place to cry and get drunk.

Chen Feng was heartbroken, and he asked himself over and over again: Could it be that the original choice was really a mistake? I originally thought that the past would be blown away with the passage of time, but who expected that the longing would become stronger and stronger like old wine.

thought that she would forget herself as time passed, but after three years, who would have thought that she was still deeply attached to him Xie Chenfeng.

However, everything is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed, and he can only regret and feel guilty.

He can only rely on alcohol to paralyze himself and forget the pain, at this time only alcohol can be intoxicated, only drunk can forget his worries at this time, and can completely stay away from the world.

How many times and how many times, he sincerely blessed her, no matter the end of the cape, no matter the upheaval and displacement, no matter the bitter wind and rain.

As long as she is happy, as long as she is doing well, as long as she is happy, he thinks it is worth it, and he will have no regrets about his original choice.

However, it turned out to be the opposite.

Wrong, wrong, everything is wrong. Her initial abandonment did not make her happy.

He and Qin Seal are in love without a name, and Qin Seal and Wanchun are in love without a relationship.

The root cause of the mistake lies with himself, and if he hadn't given up at the beginning, maybe the result would have been different.

Perhaps it was because of his renunciation that a painful marriage would result in a tragic life.

He cannot, can't easily forgive himself. The disappointment and guilt for her are doomed in this life, and if there is a way to compensate, he can do anything for her.

Hate, regret, and lose love and affection.

The plum blossoms are scorching, close to the end of the world, alone, detaining the rivers and lakes, this is his wandering life.

The rivers and lakes are swords, bloody and bloody, the rivers and lakes are confused in black and white, and right and wrong are reversed. Countless heroes and knights think they can conquer the rivers and lakes, but they don't know that their fate has long been destined by the rivers and lakes.

In the ocean, who can completely conquer whom?

Countless people admire the style of the sword, and who knows how many lonely souls are wandering under the sword. You don't kill people, but people kill you, the sword is as elegant as a murder weapon. Who can be autonomous in life with a sword?

Tatsukaze felt that fate was always playing tricks on him. She was once loyal, and she was the king of the world, and everything was like a mirage.

It seems that the flash of the pan is fleeting, leaving a dreamlike shadow and a fascination of reverie.

The falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, how can it not make people feel sad?

If you don't have everything, then you won't have any regrets. Because there is too much gain and loss, there is too much sorrow and too much sorrow.

The hesitant character doomed him to be unhappy in his life.

There are no more than three states of life, some people live in the past, some people live in the present, and some people live in the future. Chenfeng belongs to the kind of life in the past, forever dwelling on the past, indulging in melancholy, and indulging in guilt.

He once thought that he could use time to wash away his wounds, get out of his sorrows, and forget that love in a chic way.

However, in today's world, who can really be chic? I can't forget the pain of not having a bitter relationship, but how can I talk about chic. Laughing at Hongchen and crying Hongchen, I have loved and walked through, what regrets in this life?

He tried in every possible way to forget that beautiful and sad memory, but found that he could not do it anyway.

That emotion has been instilled in his body with the blood, and it is not something that can be easily forgotten if he wants to, he can deceive others or deceive himself, but he can't deceive the consciousness in his heart.

When I walked out of the tavern, it was already night, the dark night sky seemed lonely and mysterious, and the clear stars gave off a cold glow. The lilac night mist permeates every corner like a ghost, and the cold soaks the bones.

The night was as cold as water, and the silence revealed a frightening dead silence.

The night, miserable and lonely, is like a sad and lingering web.

He can't break it in this life and can't get away.

Only to get drunk, he did drink too much wine, as if he had just bathed ashore from the wine pool, and every pore exuded a pungent smell of wine, which made people afraid to avoid it. Like a door panel, he finally fell heavily down the street.

was able to sleep soundly, from the moment he ran away from home, he had begun to get used to this kind of life of eating and sleeping in the open, and from that moment on, fate had destined him to accept this depressed life.

How often has this happened, and Chen Feng himself can't remember clearly.

When I woke up, it was early in the morning. The morning mist covered the land, and the rising sun smeared a few faint colors in the eastern sky.

The cool breeze was blowing, the mist contained a thick moisture, and the fine droplets of water condensed on the hair were casually wiped out, and it was as late as washing your hands with water.

Some shops have already opened their doors, and the streets are starting to be crowded with pedestrians. The pedestrians looked at each other in surprise and then left in a hurry, no one had any intention of meddling in their affairs, and they were still too busy to take care of the affairs of the family.

Chen Feng's consciousness was not yet awake and puzzled, Ge Ran found that he was sleeping in the open air again, so he calmly got up, dusted off his clothes, and smiled slightly to himself: It's too extravagant!

Consciousness revived, and yesterday's memories suddenly became like a dream.

Yesterday, he didn't return and didn't say hello all day, I don't know if Xia Wanzhen was worried about her safety, Chen Feng felt a little sorry.

He was going to go to the Rejuvenation Building to recuperate, and then choose the opportunity to explore the "Military Defense Map".

As soon as he took a step, his legs became weak as if he was stepping on cotton wool, and Chen Feng involuntarily stumbled and almost fell.

He tried his best to stabilize his body's center of gravity, and when he touched his forehead, he felt lightheaded, his breathing was rough, and his limbs were weak.

Chen Feng reluctantly found out that he was sick, which was what he was most worried and afraid of.

For a lonely and lonely wanderer, who will care about his diet, daily life, illness and pain?

That feeling of being unaccompanied, miserable and desolate can only be experienced by the wanderer.

Chen Feng used to be sick and boiled and drank it by himself according to the earthwork, and his body recovered again and again. Maybe God thinks that he has not experienced enough tribulations, and maybe God still needs him to complete the great task of relieving the common people.

With the only remaining lucid consciousness, he forced himself to the door of the Rejuvenation Building, leaned against the door frame and sat down drowsily, and then fell unconscious.

Xia Wanzhen experienced a sleepless night yesterday that she had never had to worry about.

It was already night, and one room in the Rejuvenation Building was still lit, and a soft and blurry glow escaped from the window.

She hadn't slept and couldn't sleep, and where would he go so late? Jinling was in a dangerous situation now.

Xia Wanzhen sat quietly with her cheeks on her cheeks, her clear pupils staring at the jumping candlelight, and her face showed an infatuated and shy look.

Tatsukaze's demeanor came to life in front of her eyes: a tired and lonely face with a hint of determination, dark and deep pupils showing lingering sadness, and he seemed to be looking at her affectionately with a smile on his face.

He is deep and steady, with chivalrous and sincere feelings hidden under his dissolute exterior, and he naturally exudes a charming and mature manly charm that makes people feel safe and dependent. If you have this partner in your life, what is the regret of death?

I can't help but feel the ripples of the girl's love at the beginning, sparkling and shining.

She gently stroked her flushed and hot face, and her veins were like clear streams flowing in her heart.

At this time, she is completely a girl's affectionate and shy appearance, which is pitiful and enviable. The fair-skinned and graceful face showed two charming and shallow winemares, and the bright pupils exuded a shy brilliance.

The night, the tranquility, and the occasional slight wind blowing the window make people feel an inexplicable palpitation.

The pitch black outside the window is like a monster opening its bloody mouth to devour the whole world, and the ten thousand sounds in the shadows look eerie, easily reminiscent of the eerie hell. What a cold and terrible world!

It's a terrible thing to think about, it's been four whole years, and her beautiful cardamom years have been consumed in such a world.

She felt lonely and lonely like she had never felt before. She earnestly longed for Tatsukaze's return to be able to accompany her through this long empty and boring night.

It seems that he will not come back tonight, where will the unfamiliar go? Could he be deliberately avoiding suspicion? Yes, it must be. Could it be that he was afraid that the slave family would tarnish his innocence? Perhaps he didn't despise the slave family from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Wanzhen was cranky, her bright pupils hit a melancholy shadow, and she stood up melancholy and wandered in the wing room with a heavy heart.

The slave family is just a lowly Qinglou woman, who is no longer innocent, and she is indeed not worthy of him. What's wrong with me? I have never had a good impression of men, so how can I not help but have feelings for men and women? No, no, I really shouldn't be delusional! I should die as soon as possible! lest I fall into the abyss of emotions from which I will never recover.

She lowered her head and inadvertently saw her graceful shadow, and couldn't help but feel sorry for herself: she can be regarded as beautiful, but she has no soulmate, and the candlelight is flickering, and the shadows are hanging from each other, which can't help but look a little cold and desolate.

She felt like a lonely goose hovering and wandering hopelessly across the vast desert. Even though she was free, she didn't know where to go.

The world is vast, where is the destination? All living beings are numerous, who is the bosom friend?

Two lines of tears flowed silently down her pretty cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Feng felt that his chest was depressed as if he was pressing a heavy boulder, and he twisted his body uncomfortably, feeling as if his body was violently jolting in the stormy waves.

"Tatsukaze, Tatsukaze ......"

It was as if he heard someone so distant and affectionately anxiously calling for Chenfeng. In the depths of his heart, he has been thinking earnestly about Xiao Shang, she is like a rising star in his life, at this time he longs to see her, he naturally thinks it is Xiao Shang.

Hearing the sincere call, he earnestly longed to see the lover of his dreams, his eyes wanted to open but could not open the dark and gloomy, Chen Feng suspected that he had come to hell, but he only heard his voice and did not see him.

couldn't help but be anxious, he reached out and grabbed her hand and finally felt that he had grabbed her hand, and opened his mouth to shout: "Little business, small business......"

He gripped his soft, slender hand tightly and refused to let go, as if he was afraid that a pearl might slip out of his palm at any moment. How much missing, how much guilt, he hasn't had time to confide in her.

He tried his best to open his eyes expectantly, but found that it was Wanzhen by his side, and suddenly felt a little melancholy and apologetic.

Wanzhen's face showed infinite concern, and she was staring at him intently, and her clear eyes were written with joy, anxiety, tenderness, and resentment...... The eye circles are puffy and blue due to staying up late. His hair looked a little fluffy and messy, and the bundle of green silk hung down from the bun, and the ends of the hair almost brushed his face, making it more and more beautiful.

She didn't seem to care about her demeanor, and was single-mindedly concerned about his condition.

Chen Feng's heart moved, and he couldn't help blushing.

He found that he didn't know when he was actually lying on Wanzhen's bed, and the gorgeous and soft bedding floated with the refreshing breath of a unique woman.

Chen Feng lowered his eyes in confusion, did not dare to face the pair of warm eyes, and quickly let go of the hands he was holding.

He was not used to lying in the gentle countryside and insisted on sleeping back on the plank bed, perhaps it was destined to be a bitter life.

He didn't listen to any persuasion, so Wanzhen looked at him silently, her eyelashes were gently lifted, and her quiet black pupils silently revealed grievances and grievances.

Chen Feng didn't want to owe her too much affection, so he lowered his head guiltily, the money debt can be paid off, but the love debt can't be paid off in a lifetime. Maybe the old love has been unforgettable, maybe I am afraid that the old love has not been reborn.

Wanzhen thought about it for a while, she was just a Qinglou woman, and most of them were conventionally considered water-based poplars.

There are a few people in the world who can avoid vulgarity, and it is no wonder that Chen Feng deliberately distances herself, and she feels a lot relieved when she thinks about it like this.

The lid of the bowl was constantly stirred by steam, and the liquid overflowed after the decoction was fried and sizzled on the charcoal fire.

She made a bowl of medicinal juice and waited for it to cool down a little, and wanted to feed him with a spoon herself.

Chen Feng was embarrassed and stubbornly wanted to get up and take his own medicine. This action hurt Wanzhen's reserved self-esteem, her eyelashes fluttered leisurely, and her quiet pupils shone with crystal and sad tears.

A woman's best weapon against a man is always tears, let alone a beautiful woman.

Tatsufeng felt that for some reason his heart was completely melted by her tears.

A heart soaked so weak and soft that he couldn't get cold and hard, and he was afraid to see that sad look.

He softened and said helplessly: "Okay, I can't do anything according to you?" Don't cry, don't cry, when I see a woman crying, I feel like my heart is about to break. ”

Tatsukaze looks honest and cute.

No matter how uninhibited and quick-thinking a man is, he will always seem a little stupid and stupid when a woman, especially a beautiful woman, is coquettish.

Seeing Chenfeng's naïve attitude, he couldn't help but turn into laughter, Wanzhen felt that he was really like a child who needed to be coaxed at this time.

Wanzhen scooped spoonfuls of the ground, and Chenfeng ate spoonfuls of spoonfuls. This scene is reminiscent of the picture of the old finch feeding the young finch in harmony and playfulness.

Chen Feng only drank a few spoonfuls before he felt his stomach tumbling, his throat was bitter and sour, and then he was itchy and wanted to vomit.

There was no time to say hello when the food rolled over, so he quickly lay on the side of the bed and vomited with a red face and a thick neck.

Sour and pungent filth splattered on the floor, and undigestible meals and viscous gastric juices mixed together to emit bursts of disgusting liquor acid.

After Chen Feng vomited freely, he felt much more relaxed, and his consciousness was more refreshed.

Wanzhen clutched her chest and stood at the round table with a disgusting expression, frowning, and her face was pale.

Chen Feng knew that it was the filth effect, and he wanted to get out of bed to clean it up.

Wanzhen hurriedly stopped it, and said considerately: "You have just sweated at the beginning of your serious illness, and you can't be cold anymore, otherwise it will be difficult to heal the disease, let me clear it." ”

She went out without saying a word, and after a while she bent down with a broom in her hand and a dustpan with dry ash and began to clean up the filth.

Chen Feng was very moved to look at her back, and his heart was warm. What a virtuous woman! Not only beautiful and delicate, but also reasonable.

Whoever can marry her is also lucky, but it's a pity that she has fallen into the dust. Most men have taboos and concerns about this, not only because of men's natural vanity, but also because of China's thousand-year-old tradition.

Chen Feng has profound and unique views on many things, but in the relationship between men and women, he still has not gotten rid of the traditional concept of "chastity is like gold from the beginning".

This may be the root of his dedication and loneliness, and his lack of affection and remorse.

After experiencing this incident, the two felt that their relationship was much closer.

However, Tatsukaze still seems to be avoiding her tenderness, consciously or unconsciously.

Wanzhen wept alone when no one was around, lamenting the ups and downs of fate, and resentment and injustice.

The curtain rolls in the west wind, leaning on the dangerous building alone, and the king is haggard, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Contemplating the past, like in a dream, tears droplets. How to eliminate this feeling, but it is in my heart, tenderness is like water, and the best period is like a dream. Smell the broken flowers on the ground, and the drizzle, bit by bit.

Ying Ying clear tears, inch by inch soft intestines, even though there are thousands of styles, who to say, where to wake up in the spring night? Where is the spring love Xiaoxiao tonight? Who sees the ghost looking at the end of the world? Life is infatuated.

Affectionate always in the early autumn, falling flowers and flowing water. Who knows that the concubine is a tired guest in life? It seems to see Gu Hong looking back, and the frost and moon are full of green buildings.

The seizure of the "Military Defense Map" is imminent, and people are boiling over to spread a disturbing news. Dolgon led 200,000 iron cavalry to attack Jinling. From such unusual signs in Jinling: frequent deployment of soldiers and horses, solemn expressions of officials, and secret relocation of prominent people, Chen Feng judged that the news was very reliable.

Chen Feng also heard rumors about the rebels. Under Wu Sangui's swift offensive, the rebels lost Shaanxi and Jin provinces, and the main force burrowed into the lush woods of Taihang Mountain. The folk talk about "Xiaochuang Wang" being as mediocre as Li Zicheng, and he was jealous that he could kill Li Yan's son Li Xu, so that the army was defeated.

If it is true, it is indeed a terrible thing, and all of Chenfeng's hopes are pinned on the "King Xiaochuang", counting on him to pacify the Central Plains and make the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Chenfeng regarded it as a lifelong ideal and hoped to realize it through Li Laiheng, and he persevered in fighting for it and devoted all his efforts and energy to it.

If life is a gamble, then this is his last bargaining chip, and he has already lost too much in his life.

Disheartened by many things in the world, he felt that his life was a great failure. In a sense, ideals become the only sustenance and the source of life.

Failure can be repeated, and decay will eventually disappear in despair, as if the dark and terrifying hell will never see the light of day, and there will never be a chance to turn over.

Chen Feng didn't dare to imagine such a life without faith. When he heard the gossip, his heart was desperate, and his hands and feet were cold.

Immediately, he felt sorry for himself: "Xiao Chuang Wang" is wise and martial, eloquent and strategic, and will never do anything that hurts the enemy, and the news of chasing wind and shadows is not convincing. He admonished himself not to be swayed.

He guessed that it might be a rumor spread by the enemy in order to deceive people.

He was determined to steal the defense map without fear of danger. Before leaving, "Xiao Chuang Wang" told Chen Feng that Ma Shiying had a collection of military defense maps.

A few days ago, he was thinking of stepping on Mafu, but his plan was delayed because he was injured by drinking after he met Chun.

He was methodical and careful to avoid accidents.

The time to do things passed very quickly, and it was noon for a while, and my stomach felt hungry.

had to wait until late at night, so Chen Feng found the Drunken Immortal Building to drink slowly to pass the time. The scenery of the drunken fairy building is elegant, the environment is clean and tidy, the location is good, push the window and look out to the eyes: the light boat is far away, the water is thin, the mountains are light, and the clouds are light.

Chen Feng ordered a few dishes and a few taels of wine, and tasted it unhurriedly, which had some fun.

Suddenly, I heard someone singing: "The streamer is fleeting, the flowers are falling, the trees are old, the youth is too hurried, the bosom friend of life, where to find? ”

Chen Feng felt the loneliness of the chanter from the slightly pathetic voice. Chen Feng can deeply understand this state of mind that is difficult to find a soulmate, he himself is such a wanderer, a few years of soul dreams, stormy world.

The months are often scarce, and life is always ruthless. Tatsukaze also had the feelings of a fallen person, looking at the man melancholy.

In the northwest corner of the restaurant, an old man is melancholy chanting and drinking alone, giving people the first impression that he is thin, assuming that the wrinkled and withered brown skin is removed, and all that is left is rugged and skinny. Abrupt cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, drooping eyelids, occasionally raised, Huo Ran will reveal sharp pupils in his eyes. A bunch of sparse and slender whiskers under the pointed shell adds a bit of spirit.

The old man was covered with a gorgeous brocade robe, and the material was excellent. But after a while, Chen Feng couldn't help but want to laugh. The old man's robe could not completely cover the inside, and the part from the knees to the ankles was exposed, which was also called a garment, and there were no trouser legs, and the rags hung down in all directions, and the cloth was coarse linen, and the patches were patched one after another.

This is undoubtedly an old man who slaps a swollen face and loves face, holding an umbrella on the outside and sleeping on the inside. People are as thin as wood, and it is estimated that they are malnourished.

There are two types of face-loving people, one is a fat person with a swollen face, and the other is a stingy and mean person with a lot of money. The former is pathetic, the latter is hateful.

There are really no wonders in the world! Chen Feng looked at the old man with interest and wanted to laugh.