She secretly encouraged herself: Those who succeed can bear the burden of humiliation, and one day Chenfeng will understand his good intentions.

There is a price to be paid for success, and this is a natural truth from time immemorial to the present.

It is easy to give up halfway and fail to do too many things, but it is easy to get twice the result with half the effort and go down in history if you specialize in art.

Chenfeng's righteousness is thin and affectionate, and she feels that it is difficult to repay the grass ring.

Chen Feng's biggest long-cherished wish is also her Xia Wanzhen's biggest long-cherished wish.

Wanzhen has decided to only do this useful thing (stealing the defense map), for the sake of the common people and for Chenfeng, she thinks it is all worth it.

"The Ming Military Defense Map" was collected by Ma Shiying, and the only best way to steal it was to approach him, and the best way to get close to someone was of course to do what he liked.

Ma Shiying's biggest hobby is lewdness and lust, and Wanzhen's bait only has her own appearance.

She knew that Tatsufeng would never approve of such a stupid approach.

However, stupid solutions are sometimes easier and simpler.

Regardless of success or failure, honor or disgrace, she has to try it before she is willing.

She can only hide Chenfeng, showing that only incorruptible and shameful, only ruthless, only in this way will Chenfeng be desperate and let her do her own thing.

She clenched her fists to restrain her body, and as she trembled in pain, a solid, cold shield gradually formed around her body.

She needed to freeze her mind and body.

Indifference and ruthlessness always make people more rational and resilient.

In particularly bad situations, women tend to appear calmer than men.

At least Wanzhen's performance is like this now, her face is like frost, and her tone is like a knife.

All she had to do was to make Chenfeng disappear from the room and disappear from Ma Shiying's eyes as soon as possible, so that Chenfeng would be less suspicious and less dangerous.

"I can leave in five days, and I don't want to see you again, at least even more so in front of me!" Wan Zhen seemed to be desperate to give the eviction order.

The icy cold swept through his body, and Chen Feng felt as if his blood and limbs were gradually frozen, turning into lifeless and soulless ice statues.

At this time, only his eyes could completely express his emotions, and the dark eyes were written with infinite sadness and disappointment.

A thousand words are silent! Silent anticipation, silent melancholy.

watched Xia Wanzhen gradually sink into Vanity Fair, but he couldn't do anything.

He felt helpless and insignificant.

He felt extremely discouraged about himself and Wanzhen.

He staggered away, leaving behind a heavy, painful sigh.

At this time, he was like a lonely and lonely wolf, covered in bruises, and needed a secluded place to lick his wounds silently.

What is taken away is melancholy, and what is left is Xiao Suo.

Wanzhen felt that there was a vast expanse in front of her, and she was lost.

Spring night soul dream, wind and rain.

Thinking of a beautiful woman, looking at the dangerous building from afar, mistaken to recognize the sky and returning to the boat.

The rain hates the clouds, and Jiangnan is still beautiful.

It's like a dream, drunk and stylish.

Endure the scattered red.

The sea of clouds is long, and the lonely peak is a few points.

She was so lonely, so helpless, so confused.

The world is unpredictable, what is the future, even now, and she doesn't know how it will evolve.

The sinister world, the indifferent human feelings, and the tragic fate.

All this is like a cloud of confusion surrounding her and drowning her.

The clouds and mist were like ghosts, mercilessly devouring her hope, her light.

Ma Shiying knelt and took off her embroidered shoes for Lily, cherished her pink and white arched feet, and intoxicated herself with the unique warm breath of women. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his bloated face showed greed and indulgence.

Then his face was buried deep between the two golden lotuses. With his face, nose, mouth, and tongue on the surface of the golden lotus, he rubbed gently, sucked hungrily, and licked meekly.

Tonight is particularly cold, and the night is as cold as water.

She felt sorry for her sad fate, and crystal tears couldn't help but slide silently from the corners of her eyes.

The moment the lights went out, she couldn't help but turn her head and glance sadly at the crescent moon outside the window.

The crescent moon hung helplessly in the gray-blue sky, bright, quiet, cold, and faintly bright.

How much hatred, in my dream last night,

The night is sparse, and the clothes are not tolerant of the cold.

Fight to get drunk, have a moment, and forget that you are a guest.

Chen Feng looked into the distance infatuatedly, as if he saw Wanzhen and smiled.

Looking at the end of the world, the remnant sun is falling on the smoke willow and broken intestines, and the shadow is ethereal.

The moon is in danger, and the old worries and new sorrows are not eliminated, so I lower my eyebrows, but my heart is empty, and I am sad.

Why is it always in love with the lone star and the waning moon?

Could it be that he didn't have a fate in his previous life, but he was separated from the joys and sorrows of you.

Chen Feng's heart is infinitely bitter and infinitely bitter.

The wine is also very sour and astringent.

If it was just a stranger, he wouldn't be grieved by the joys and sorrows of her life and death.

However, Chen Feng's sinking of her is not only sad and painful, but also pity, sourness, and remorse.

Why can't I get rid of worldly prejudices, why do I always make her sad and disappointed.

She was a kind and beautiful girl, and she took such good care of herself.

To tell the truth, from the day he met her, he was moved, and with the contact, he was emotional.

He was shocked to find that he had some liking for Wanzhen.

But he was worried, and in the end he missed her.

It was only when he was about to lose it that he realized its preciousness. I didn't cherish it when I had it, but I was very nostalgic when I lost it.

Chen Feng is a human being, and he is an amorous and sentimental person, and he can't get rid of the habits of ordinary people.

When he wanted to keep this true love and keep this time, everything was hopeless.

Late, too late!

Wanzhen has changed her mind.

Time did not allow him to try harder.

Chen Feng sipped his wine depressedly, very bitter, bitter until his heart.

The bitter wine brewed by oneself is drunk by oneself, and one is willing to be willing by others

Today's loneliness and loss are God's due punishment for him.

Qin Zhen and Wanzhen are like two bright stars shining in his life, once giving him beauty, once giving him warmth, and once giving him longing.

Now, they have truly become stars in the sky, beautiful and scorching, but beyond reach.

Such a result, such an ending, was caused by him.

If he doesn't leave Qin Seal, if he accepts Wanzhen's affection, then it is conceivable that things will definitely have another ending.

Who knows that the soul has been broken, and there is a dream with it.

Difficult to cut and difficult to reason is sorrow.

Last night's dream, the end of the storm.

It's unbearable to look back, spring flowers and autumn moons, too hurried.

Ruthless wine, leaving people drunk, dreaming back to last night's Dongfeng Tower.

How many good times have passed away with the flowing water.

If you want to cry without tears, there is nowhere to drop, and the tears are gone first.

How can I be a ruthless person?

Ruthless and haggard, ruthless is even more heartbreaking, but it is enough to make people fascinating.

His career is accompanied by a poignant and touching love song, a sad and sad story.

Chenfeng is like a lonely boat wandering the world, through the wind and rain, through the ups and downs.

Deep down in my heart I longed for a haven of peace, for him to anchor, for him to rest.

Lovers are that harbor.

When he was physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted, he looked around blankly, only to find that the harbor of anchorage had been missed in a hurry.

He regretted that he continued to drift, but he didn't know when and where he would drift.

The sorrow has been broken, and there is no reason to get drunk.

The leaves are full of strange paths, the night is silent, and the cold sound is broken.

Tatsukaze is really drunk.

For the sake of women, he broke his heart, yesterday there was Qin Zhen, and today there is Wanzhen.

Exactly, it was he who hurt himself.

If his heart is as cold as ice, and his heart is as hard as iron, then what else can traumatize his heart.

He is amorous and can't break his affection with a sword.

Therefore, the love network is getting tighter and tighter, and it is impossible to break free.

He only had helpless sorrow.

That's what his nature is meant to be.

Things are getting worse and worse, and Xia Wanzhen and Ma Shiying's relationship has become closer, and she frequently goes in and out of Ma Shiying's mansion.

Looking at the situation, Xia Wanzhen seems to have abandoned her long-cherished grudge and has given up on Ma Shiying.

She was delusional that one day she would be able to become the wife of an official eunuch.

He didn't want to believe Wanzhen's change of heart.

He couldn't say a reason for thinking so, just a kind of intuition.

It is said that there is a little bit of a sense of spirituality between lovers.

Chen Feng felt that Wanzhen was not like a person who loved vanity and forgot his righteousness.

He fantasized that Wanzhen would be able to change her mind.

He tried hard to persuade her to turn back.

From a man's point of view, he pointed out that Ma Shiying was just playing, and he would not seriously marry a woman in a Qinglou.

Who knew that she ate the scales and had an iron heart.

Wanzhen said: "People are not for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, no matter what others say about drunken life and dreams of dead water Yanghua, I don't care anymore, for a slim ideal, why should you be born and die for the thief, if you are willing to take refuge in Ma Shiying, I guarantee that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth." ”

Chen Feng's face was pale, and his body was so angry that his body was like sifting chaff.

Every sentence is like a knife, and every word is like a needle. His heart twitched with pain, and red blood erupted from his wounds everywhere.

His gaze was like a sword, and he stared at her coldly.

The hand gradually clenched the hilt of the sword, trembling slightly, and the green tendons on the back of the hand had flare.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

He didn't draw his sword, and he couldn't do it for some reason.

Wanzhen screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Five distinct purple-red fingerprints appeared on his face, and then a wisp of red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Although she knew that her existence was a danger to him, she was likely to reveal his identity to Ma Shiying.

Wanzhen looked at him in surprise, and her dark and bright pupils revealed resentment and sadness.

Chen Feng said sadly, "You have disappointed me so much. ”

He wanted to cry, but there were no tears, and the tears were gone.

His heart was weeping sadly.

The heart is broken, dripping blood. At that moment, even Chen Feng himself felt a little surprised.

He didn't want to believe that he had slapped her in the face.

He felt as if someone else was manipulating that hand, and he couldn't help but wave it out unconsciously.

This slap, Chen Feng felt that it was not on her face, but on her own face, and even more on her heart.

He stood there demented, his hands and feet stiff, and a chilling cold wave was surging in his body.

He was utterly disappointed.

Painful disappointment,

Pessimistic disappointment.

In an instant, his mind felt very tired and tired, as if a traveler who had traveled thousands of mountains and rivers was desperate for a good night's sleep.

He was really tired and tired of this vast and indifferent world.

Life is like a passerby.

Joys and sorrows are like a game.

Who can understand and see through?

There are eminent monks outside the world, who seem to have penetrated the Zen machine of life.

If you have seen through it, why live in seclusion.

In fact, I haven't seen through it yet, lest I resist the temptation of red dust.

Chen Feng felt that he saw through the world and worried about the dust.

He felt sad about life.

Now that you have seen it through, why worry about gains and losses.

Tatsukaze was hit by disappointment, but he didn't fall immediately.

He stood on the doorframe for a moment, then silently turned and walked out the door.

The surface appears to be extremely calm.

However, his steps seemed a little scattered, a little vain,

Career ups and downs, life setbacks.

He doesn't really fall, he's grown into a strong man in the ordeal.

He knew there was a lot of work ahead of him.

He must seize the "Ming Military Defense Map".

He wandered and drank excessively, day and night, drinking as he went, and slept wherever he went.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

As long as it is a human being, it is impossible to escape the love network.

Love is like a net, the heart is a knot, the sky is not old, and the love is inexorable.

Chen Feng is a mortal, but also a sentimental person.

Life is inherent.

Chen Feng is infatuated, has a soft spot, and is infatuated.

He is unforgettable about the lost love, and he is indifferent to the love of existence.

He is destined to be lonely, destined to be lonely.

Who can be ruthless with a sword?

Where is the love, where is the destination?

He can only love the sword, the sword is allegorical, and he can have the supreme swordsmanship.

Even if it is ruthless, who knows that it is even more affectionate and extremely loved.

This truth is probably only experienced by Hongchen people.

For several days, he lived a wandering life.

He didn't feel miserable,

He wished that his wandering life would continue like this.

That's enough.

You don't have to do anything, you don't have to think about anything, and besides, if you have wine, wouldn't you be free?

Swords and swords, world disputes, out of sight and out of mind, but also happy.

Piano, chess, poetry and wine, mountains and rivers are free.

He longed for that life.

But at least not now, he has the trust of King Xiaochuang.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

Since he has promised that he will lose his life, he will also seize the military defense map.

He believes that only if he has worked hard and fought for death, he has no regrets.

He went to the Rejuvenation Building to retrieve his change of clothes.

He didn't want to see Wanzhen again.

She will evoke her own sorrows.

Could it be nostalgia?

Could it be a fantasy?

He hoped to meet Ma Shiying by chance so that he could track down the military defense map.

The moonlight is blurred, the remnants of the stars are at any time, and the night is as cold as water.

Chen Feng felt that a few pieces of cloth were like thin silk seeping through the cold.

His thinking became clearer, and he felt that Xia Wanzhen was like two people before and after, and her temperament changed strangely.

The words still seem to be hidden in the ears: "I can leave in five days, and I don't want to see you again......"

His whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

The whole person seemed to be a sharp and terrifying blade at this time.

His pupils were like beautiful and awe-inspiring stars, shining with an alert and fierce light in the dark night.

Stopped in front of the door of the Rejuvenation Building, listened attentively, scanned his eyes, and when everything was silent, he floated up to the attic.

What a handsome skill!

He is like a shadowless and fickle spirit fox, wonderful and dreamy, fascinating and enviable.

Like a light fallen leaf.

Such as agile arc light.

Although it is beautiful and moving, it is a thief in a different sense.

It is not honorable to be a thief.

Tatsukaze was embarrassed to enter through the main entrance.

He had no choice but to shyly go sideways and act in the dark of night.

He hid and slipped to Wanzhen's room.

It's pitch black inside, it's a little weird, it's a little rich,

Not far from the door, Tatsukaze stopped.

He shrank incognito next to the pillar, reached out and took a flying locust stone, and slammed it on the door.

It's as dark as ever, and it's as silent as ever.

After stopping for a while, Chen Feng leaned down on the spot to listen to the movement.

This is a kind of ground-based sound measurement kung fu, which is said to have been created by Emperor Yu, the originator of martial arts, according to the principle of sound wave vibration.

Tatsukaze's sense of hearing is particularly sensitive.

When he was working, he could clearly hear the spider weaving ant fighting within a radius of ten zhang around him.

Chen Feng stood up calmly, patted the dust, and straightened his clothes.

He could conclude that there was no one in the room.

All he heard was someone in the southeast playing the harp.

Poignant and mournful, lingering and resentful.

It gives people a vague and poignant hazy feeling, as if the ethereal epiphany of life is short and blooming, melancholy and poignant.

Who could be stroking the piano at such a late hour?

That place is the location of the courtyard.

Wanzhen is not in the room again.

Chen Feng naturally guessed that it was the woman.

Pei Yuhuan, red crisp hands, who is caressing the piano? The wind is full of sleeves, the heart is sad, and the courtyard is deeply locked in Youlan.

Chen Feng suspected that the woman was playing for Ma Shiying.

He sneered contemptuously;

It was a good time to track down the military defense map, and Ma Shiying dared to stay in the Qinglou at night.

There is no time to lose.

He made a quick decision, turned and headed for the backyard.

The sound of the piano is becoming clearer and more real.

Like resentment.

Weeping and complaining.

It gives a bleak and sad feeling.

Chenfeng's heart was gloomy.

He couldn't help but want to be with Wanzhen again.

The voice is euphemistic, tender like water.

Suddenly, there was a miserable scream.