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       Chapter 125 :  The Moon (1)   

       The Mid-Autumn Festival in the 62nd year of Qingyuan was the coldest Mid-Autumn Festival in Dawei.

       It has been raining since the morning, and the dark clouds are heavy. Seeing the momentum, it is necessary to continue for a full day.

       Lianxue Mountain has confusing peaks, and it is a wonder. Due to the rain and fog, the mountain road is difficult to travel.

       The carriage passed slowly on the mountain trail.

       Even if it is such a difficult mountain road, Lianxue Mountain is lively all year round, because there is a Ling Temple on the mountain called Yuhua. The incense at Yuhua Temple is very strong. It is said that anyone who worships here can achieve everything. This statement is a bit exaggerated, but Yuhua Temple is a true ancient temple that has existed for hundreds of years. The Guan-Noble people in Shuojing are willing to come here to pray for the blessings in the festivals, in order to make their families happy and happy.

       The carriage curtain was opened, and Xiao-Big-Young Furen Bai Rongwei glanced outside the car and said softly, "Fast, no more incense, we will arrive at Yuhua Temple."

       "Hungry?" Xiao Yan asked warmly beside her.

       Bai Rong shook his head slightly and looked at the carriage behind him, a little worried :   "Huai Jin ..."

       Xiao Yan sighed softly, but did not speak.

       The Xiao family all know that Xiao 2-gongzi does not like Mid-Autumn Festival and even hates it.

       Xiao Zhongwu died in the battle that year, and it won't be long before Mid-Autumn Festival. Had he been alive then, he should have returned to spend the Mid-Autumn family dinner with his family. Unfortunately, before the Mid-Autumn Festival came, he died in the battle of Ming Shui. The Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet of the Xiao family was half-prepared and stopped abruptly.

       Never continued.

       Since the death of the Xiao family, Xiao-Yue is not in Shuojing every year on the Mid-Autumn Festival. This year is the first time that he has spent Mid-Autumn Festival in Shuojing since he took over the Nanfu soldiers. The Xiao family also followed the rules of Little-Fu-ren when he was alive, and he burned incense and prayed for blessings at Yuhua Temple in the Lianxue Mountain on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

       I just didn't expect that the weather would be so bad today. Not only is there no sun, but the rain continues.

       As Bai Rongwei said, less than a column of incense, you have already seen the gate of Yuhua Temple. A monk was cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground wearing a bucket bucket. When the Xiao family's carriage arrived, he put down his broom and greeted them into the temple.

       Due to the rain today, the mountain road is difficult to walk. At this time in previous years, Yuhua Temple has been lively. Today, except for the carriage of the Xiao family, there is only one carriage stopped outside the mountain gate. I don’t know which Fu-ren it is Young-Lady.

       Xiao-Yue followed them.

       The sky was dark, although it was afternoon, it looked as if it was already evening. Several people followed the monks in the temple before using the fast food, and then went to the Buddhist temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.

       Bai Rongwei and Xiao Zheng went in advance. When it was Xiao-Yue turn, the Tsing Yi monk reached out and stopped him, saying, "This donor, don't go in."

       In front of Bai Rongwei and Xiao Zheng turned around, Bai Rongwei asked :   "Why? This is my brother. I went up to the mountain to pray."

       The monk in Tsing Yi clasped his hands together, gave a gift to her, turned to Xiao-Yue, bowed his head and said :   "The donor is too heavy to kill, the Buddha is in a quiet place, and the bloody person who does not cross his heart."

       A few people froze.

       Sin is too heavy.

       Sixty thousand people drowned when the city of Changgu was battled, isn't that the killing is too heavy? The number of Nanbans who have died in his hands these years is indeed bloody.

       "Master," Bai Rong said in a hurry. "How can the Buddha pass through all sentient beings?"

       "Although his hands were stained with blood, he also saved many people lives." Xiao Yanmei said, "Master's words are too one-sided."

       The Tsing Yi monk looked down and said nothing.

       "Master, please be more forgiving," Bai Rongwei begged. "My Xiao family is willing to add more incense money, as long as my brother can also worship at the Buddhist temple."

       "No need." Someone voice interrupted her.

       The young man in the Jin Pao lifted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the Buddha Hall. In the Buddha Hall, the golden Buddha statue sits cross-legged, there were angry and angry King Kong, and there was also a calm and peaceful day. From top to bottom, from far to near, he looked down at him with pity.

       Brahma sounds, the sea of bitterness is endless, and the Buddha is inexorable.

       He should have expected this ending.

       "He can't get over me." Xiao-Yue raised his mouth. "I don't want to look back."

       It's not bad to sink in this way.

       He turned and walked out :   "I'll wait for you outside."

       The ‘calls of Bai Rongwei and Xiao Yan came from behind him, and he frowned a little impatiently, turning and leaving everything behind.

       He didn't know that after he left, the monk in Tsing Yi chanted a Buddhist chant and whispered :   "It may not be missed."

       ...

       Because of the rain, the road down the mountain is slipperier than the road uphill, and the sky is dark. It may be wrong to go down the mountain after praying for blessings. I can only stay at Yuhua Temple tonight.

       Mid-autumn night outing is also a helpless thing. The monk arranged for the house for Bai Rongwei and then backed out. Bai Rong sighed. On the table was the moon group made by Yuhua Temple. She said to Xiao :   "Go and call Huai Jin, here Barely pass the Mid-Autumn Festival feast. "

       Xiao Zheng went to the next room and knocked on the door. No one answered for a while. He pushed in and the room was empty.

       Xiao-Yue is not in the house.

       He looked at the courtyard of the temple. The rain washed the slate clean and rained. Xiao-Yue Where did this go?

       There is an ancient tree in the backyard of Yuhua Temple Temple. Yuhua Temple has been here since the temple was built, and I have lived for hundreds of years. Ancient woods have spirits and are luxuriant and leafy, and believers who come to call them "immortal trees". There are red silk ribbons hanging on the fairy tree. Some people pray for the title of the golden list, and some pray for a full moon. The red thread covered the branches with a layer. When it rained, there was no cover outside, and the hanging wish cloth was wet and attached to the branches, as if covered with a layer of red gauze.

       The youth with umbrella stopped.

       A red cloth fell on the ground, with yellow cripples on it, probably because the rain was too heavy, blowing the red silk down.

       Xiao-Yue paused and bent over to pick up the red silk.

       On each piece of red silk, the wish of the person hanging the silk was written. He looked down, the left was already wet by the rain, the ink did not see the original appearance, and the left one was clearly visible. Like a three-year-old child scribbling with a pen and writing a "look".

       Look?

       What are you looking at? He is weird, he is tall, and he will tie this weird red silk back to the tree. He deliberately searches for the most lush foliage inside. In this way, it is not easy to get wet by the rain.

       Doing all this, he raised the umbrella aside. The sachet around his waist was revealed by the movement just now, and he held it.

       The sachet is very old. The dark cyan bag is embroidered with black pythons with gold threads on it. It is flexible and exquisite, but it’s been too long, the pins have been worn away, and the python pattern is not as good. It used to be true. It was stubborn, as if nothing was installed.

       His fingertips touched the sachet, something in his eyes sank.

       The teenagers in the Xianchang Museum know that Xiao-Yue has a sachet from her childhood. She is naughty like Lin Shuanghe and has been curious about what kind of baby is here. Later, she got the opportunity to snatch it and open it. It was a bag full of Osmanthus-sugar.

       At that time, Xiao 2-gongzi was ridiculed a lot, so he likes to eat sweets, and even carry them with him when he enters school.

       As everyone knows, this was what Little-Fu-ren did for him personally while he was alive.

       After Little-Fu-ren's death, he still carried the sachet, but there was no more bulging candy in it. There was only one ... the old, blackened, and inedible Osmanthus-sugar.

       Xiao-Yue came down from the mountain at the age of fifteen and entered the Xianchang Pavilion. He was on the mountain in his early years. He had already learned everything, so the teacher taught the homework and he could remember it all. Sleeping between classes all the time, often easy to come first. Teachers like it, envy of classmates, and in the eyes of outsiders, it's just like I didn't know how much virtue I had accumulated in my previous life to be born like this.

       But Xiao Zhongwu treated him extremely severely.

       He was born lazy. When he was on the mountain, except for Teacher, Xiao Zhongwu was invisible. When he was down the mountain, his classmates often invited him to a reception today. The pear garden of tomorrow was a 14-year-old boy and he had no reason to go. Although most of the time, he just sits lazily and watched, or simply slept, but in the eyes of Xiao Zhongwu, he felt that he was willing to be depraved and idle.

       Xiao Zhongwu rebuked him, asked family law, confiscated his moon silver, and punished him to copy books and practice martial arts.

       He did it one by one, but the young man, embarrassed and engraved in his bones, was really convinced. The more calmly he confessed his punishment, the more angry Xiao Zhongwu was, and later, he quarreled with Xiao Zhongwu.

       Xiao-Yue raised her eyebrows :   "What you want me to do, I have done it. Now that I only look at the results, the results are already there. Father, what are you doing?"

       The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth was awkward. For a moment, Xiao Zhongwu shook his whip's hand and could no longer pull it off. Xiao-Yue chuckled and turned to leave.

       That was the last time he saw Xiao Zhongwu alive.

       Xiao Zhongwu led his troops to Nanman the next day. Soon, Ming Shui died in a war, and his death was tragic.

       The coffin was transported back to Capital City. When the news came, Little-Fu-ren was making Osmanthus-sugar for Xiao-Yue in the kitchen. When he got the news, a plate of Osmanthus-the sugar fell over, fell to the ground, dusted with dust.

       Fortunately, a dear friend kneeled in front of Little-Fu-ren, crying, "Originally, I planned to pass Mingshui two days in advance, but the general said that Fuguan near Mingshui is rich in ironware and wanted to fight for 2-Shaoye The sword, arguing with 2-Shaoye when he was leaving, hurt 2-Shaoye heart, I hope this sword will make 2-Shaoye understand his hard work. I didn't expect ... I didn't expect ... "

       Little-Fu-ren's heartbreaking wailing sounded in the room.

       She rushed up and hit Xiao-Yue casually, crying and cursing :   "Why do you breathe with him? Why! If you didn't breathe with him, he wouldn't stay in Mingshui and would not be physically Ambush in the middle, it will not die! "

       He endured the terrible accusation, letting the woman's soft fist fall on him without saying a word.

       how can that be possible? His father, the resolute and stern, waved his whip and remained indifferent. How could a man who leaves a child on a strange mountain and never comes once a year? He is indifferent and righteous, how can he die?

       The terrible complaint continues.

       "You killed him! You killed you Father!"

       He couldn't bear it, pushing his mother away :   "I don't! It's not me!"

       The woman was pushed away by him, staring at him blankly, unable to stand her look of despair, Xiao-Yue turned and ran out.

       He didn't know where he should go or who he was going to tell. It was only a year after he went down to Shuojing. For a year, he hadn't even recognized the people from all over Xiao fu, and hadn't even learned how to get along with his loved ones naturally.

       That's it ... already.

       When a person is in great pain, he won't shed tears. He doesn't feel any pain at the moment, but he is just nagging. It's like listening to a joke that can't be true, and don't know how to react. He just felt that he was too heavy to step forward, and could not face the desperate grimace of his mother.

       Many years later, Xiao-Yue was thinking, if he was not so timid at that time, take a step forward and go back to the house, if everything later would not happen.

       But no if.

       When he returned, it was already night. Xiao Yan and Bai Rongwei have returned. The eyes of the two were red and swollen, as if crying. Xiao Wen, who had always been weak and polite, rushed up and punched him with a punch, holding his collar, and yelled with red eyes :   "Where have you been? You Why not at the house, why not stay with my mother! "

       He suddenly gave birth to aversion and self-deprecation, and twitched his lips :   "You and I are both sons, you ask me, why not ask yourself?"

       "you!"

       "Huai Jin," Bai Rongwei sobbed, "Mother is gone."

       His smile froze.

       "Mother ... It's gone." Xiao Yan let go of his hand, took two steps back and choked his face.

       Little-Fu-ren Life, weak as a flower that has not experienced wind and rain. When Xiao Zhongwu was alive, she was dissatisfied with Xiao Zhongwu, and the quarrel between them was like a pair of complainers. When Xiao Zhongwu died, the flower blew and withered, and lost his nutrients, and went along.

       She walked so decisively that she didn't even think about what the two sons she left behind would stay in Shuojing in the future? What should the Xiao family do? The moment she lost Xiao Zhongwu, there was no meaning anymore, so she used a piece of white silk to end her life.

       The last word she said to Xiao-Yue before she died was :   you killed him, you killed you Father!

       This sentence will become an eternal nightmare. In Xiao-Yue life a few years later, he often wakes him from the middle of the night and sleeps hard.

       He can never get rid of it.

       Xiao Zhongwu and Little-Fu-ren were buried together. In the past few days, all the lanterns and canvases were removed in preparation for the Mid-Autumn Festival and replaced with white lanterns.

       Many people pushed against the wall, and Xiao Zhongwu death brought far more damage to the Xiao family. How many open fires and dark arrows Xiao Xiao received in the chapel, Xiao-Yue had to bear the same burden behind. What about the Nanfu soldiers and the Xiao family?

       He still didn't shed a tear, doing things calmly and intensive arrangements. The time when he can fall asleep is getting shorter and shorter, and the time to return home is getting late.

       Late that night, Xiao-Yue returned to the house. After Xiao Zhongwu death, many people in the house dismissed. Except for his personal guard, he didn't need a manservant, and felt hungry, only to find that he hadn't eaten all day.

       It's too late, so don't bother Bai Rongwei, Xiao-Yue walks to the kitchen by himself, and sees that there are some food left over from the day to deal with it.

       The cooktop is cold and there is no food in the kitchen. These days, everyone is very busy. He found two steamed buns and a bowl of pickles.

       The lights were dim as if they were about to go out. There were no stools in the kitchen. The teenager was so tired that he randomly found a corner by the wall and sits down. He suddenly took a glimpse of the end of the long table and the corner of the wall. With an Osmanthus-sugar.

       When the news of Xiao Zhongwu death came, Little-Fu-ren was making Osmanthus-sugar for Xiao-Yue. Upon hearing this letter, a plate of Osmanthus-sugar was overturned and later cleaned by the manservant. Already.

       There is still a fish missing the net, lying quietly in the corner, covered with dust.

       He crawled over, carefully picking Osmanthus-sugar, and brushing the dust off his head. The aroma of Osmanthus-faintly heard from the candy, was as sweet as ever.

       Little-Fu-ren always made Osmanthus-sugar very sweet, sweet and sultry, he didn't eat sweet at first.

       But this is the last sugar he got on earth.

       There was sugar paper left in the sachet, and he wrapped the sugar and put it back into the sachet. Hold up the bowl and pick up the Bun.

       Xiao 2-gongzi never respected Jinyu and paid attention to love and cleanness, but now he sits and eats regardless of Swen. His clothes haven't been changed for two days, and his stomach hasn't been fed into the rice.

       The boy sits leaning against the wall with his head up, slowly biting his Bun, eating and eating, laughing at himself, with bright eyes like autumn water, like starlight embers in the night.

       Quickly disappeared.

       ...

       Time flies and there are no traces left. The past seems to be a memory of the last life. Those complex emotions were intertwined, and finally turned into a smile that didn't care about the lips.

       It is not something that cannot be passed.

       He stared at the sachet in his hand, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he let go and went on.

       "Shaoye." Feinu came behind him. He took the umbrella, supported Xiao-Yue, and asked, "Are you going back to the temple now?"

       "Let's go," Xiao-Yue said, "breathable."

       The last light dissipated, and Lian Xueshan fell completely into darkness. The dense fog is filled, like a fantasy in the mountains. On such a night, almost no one will leave.

       The rain fell down the umbrella eaves. It was not big, but it was dense, such as a layer of cold veil covering the mountains.

       "This rain doesn't know when it will stop." Feinu muttered.

       Mid-autumn nights are mostly sunny, and such nights are rare. Xiao-Yue looked up, the night was heavy, and he could not see his head.

       He said, "There is no moon tonight."

       There is no moon.

       The forest road was muddy and hard to hear except the sound of rain. The more you walk to the side, the more the trees become more lush and you can't see the shadow of people clearly. Suddenly there was a gurgling sound in front of him, and Feinu reminded him, "Shaoye."

       Xiao-Yue shook her head and motioned to hear it.

       It's so late and it's still raining, who will be here?

       Fae Nu took a look at the lantern in his hand. The rain was deep, and there was a figure standing under the tree. At first, he could only see a fuzzy shadow, probably a woman. He didn't know what to do. After walking two steps forward, I saw that the woman was standing on a stone, pulling a long object with her hands, and dragging down.

       Tied to the tree is a white badger.

       This is a woman seeking death.

       Chapter 126 :  The Moon (2)   

       He-Yan never thought that when life would be so difficult, it would be difficult to take a step forward and never be able to take it.

       She hasn't seen the moon for a long time.

       After blindness, she has lived in a haunting life. Xu Zhiheng comforted her and would stay with her forever. He-Yan also smiled and said yes, even though the performance was calm again, her heart was still blank but terrified. Throughout her life, she has faced many difficulties. Most of the time, she just stood up with a spirit and told herself that it would be better to step over this step. Unconsciously, when I look back, I have already taken many steps.

       Only at this step, she couldn't get over and didn't know how to get over.

       No longer General Feihong, He-Yan who became Xu-Big-Madam, but also just an ordinary woman. An ordinary woman is suddenly blind. Although her husband still treats her well, this seems to be a flower in the water, with a kind of perfunctory perfunctory. She couldn't feel it.

       On the Star Festival, she sits in the house late at night and did not wait for Xu Zhiheng to return. I thought it was because of something in the country. I learned the next day. On the first day, Xu Zhiheng accompanied He Wan to visit the temple fair. She groped and sits down under the window in the house, listening quietly to Maid's chat outside.

       "Yesterday Laozi and Fu-ren quarreled, and Lao-ye knew that. The master was in a bad mood, but we were all bad guys, not all because of the Eastern Courtyard."

       "Let me say, Laozi is too soft-hearted. The Eastern Courtyard is now a blind man, how can our Xu-Big-Madam be a blind man? No joke. Fu-ren even outside these days The feast has been pushed, but I don't want to be asked. "

       A young Maid couldn't see but speak for her :   "Big-Madam wasn't born blind, suddenly it was so pitiful."

       "Poor? What pitiful does she have? Even if she is blind, she can stay in the house every day and be served, at least there is no shortage of food and clothing, what is different from that pet. Poor Laozi, young, just I’m going to be tied up with this blind man for a lifetime. We’re the only ones in Laozi. What kind of woman can’t be found? Why do you want this? ”

       "Yes! Laozi is poor!"

       Words like this, with sharp hooks, drilled into her heart sentence by sentence, her blood dripping.

       She sits in the house at night, waiting for Xu Zhiheng to return, and said to him, "Let me go."

       Xu Zhiheng froze, Wen Wen asked, "How do you say that?"

       "Or you can rest. I can do it." She didn't like to go round the corner, to be honest, "I can't see now, I don't need to drag you down."

       "You and I are husband and wife," Xu Zhiheng shook her hand, and said, "Don't mention these anymore, rest early."

       He turned his head away, but did not deny He-Yan's "dragging" word.

       He-Yan's heart gradually sank.

       Every day after that, she lived daily to dress up and stretch out her hands, often hearing the secrets of the people in the house secretly falling. Xu Fu-ren talked to her with a gun and a stick. He and Yan were both inside and outside the word, which dragged Xu family.

       Xu Zhiheng still treated her tenderly, but there was nothing else except tenderness.

       He-Yan felt tired.

       She seemed to be walking on a dark night road without pedestrians. She couldn't see the light in front, and there was no place to retreat behind, and she didn't know when she would come to an end and end such a tortured life.

       A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival night, she told Xu Zhiheng :   "I know the Yuhua Temple on the Lianxue Mountain. There is a fairy tree in the temple that is particularly spiritual. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, can I go to the mountain area? Wish, maybe my eyes will heal. "

       Since she lost her sight, she has almost never asked Xu Zhiheng for a moment, and Xu Zhiheng finally agreed. He said, "OK."

       When people are unlucky, they drink cold water and get their teeth stuck. The Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years was sunny, but this year, it rained for days. When the carriage came up to the mountain, the sky was gloomy, and it was impossible to go down the mountain that afternoon. Maybe have to stay one night in the mountains.

       Xu Zhiheng helped her to go up and down in the temple. A monk put a red silk in her hand and told her where the fairy tree was behind the temple. He-Yan thanked the man, rubbing the red silk.

       The monk clasped his hands and said kindly, "If there are hundreds of calamities, the work will not be perished. When the fate meets, the results will be self-sustaining."

       She didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, and she would have to ask again. The other party had gone far.

       When it rained, Xu Zhiheng accompanied He-Yan to the fairy tree.

       There is a stone table and a stone bench beside the fairy tree, for the pilgrims who usually hang red silk to write. Xu Zhiheng laid her red silk for her, shoved her pen into her hand, and said, "Write."

       He-Yan wrote slowly :   I hope I can still see the moon.

       You don't need to think about it, and you know that the handwriting must be crooked and unbearable.

       After writing the words, she gave the red silk preciously to Xu Zhiheng, and Xu Zhiheng hung her fairy tree for her. He-Yan couldn't see anything, so she didn't see it. Her husband stood up and hung the red silk on a branch by his elbow. He was too lazy to reach out and tie the red silk. With. There was no shelter from the rain on the tree, but for a moment, the red silk was wet with rain, and the handwriting quickly turned into a cloud of ink stains. It was hard to see what was written.

       "Let's go." Xu Zhiheng came over and helped He-Yan leave.

       "Boom", a fine thunder sounded, and suddenly a cool breeze blew from the branches. The untied red silk was blown off by the wind, smashed into the pit with water and splashed. Muddy.

       He-Yan seemed to feel it, and asked anxiously :   "The wind is so strong, won't it blow the silk away?"

       "How?" Xu Zhiheng smiled and relieved :   "It is tight." As if he didn't see it, he stepped over the red silk.

       ...

       There was no trace of rain, so I had to stay in the mountains tonight.

       Xu Zhiheng went to the Master's Scriptures at Yuhua Temple. It was already evening, and the room was lit with lights, He-Yan sits quietly.

       At this time, she should have gone to rest—a blind man had nothing to do but to sleep and eat. But the sound of rain was sparse tonight. She couldn't sleep, and she didn't know how long it was now. She called the two maids without any answer, so she slowly walked out of the wall and planned to call someone.

       After walking to the door, they heard two maids talking.

       "It seemed like you heard Big-Madam calling?"

       "Have you called? Just call it, don't care, it's so late, what to do. It's already a blind man who is still tossing, really think he Big-Madam."

       He-Yan heard it for a moment.

       These two maids are not her personal maids. They belong to Xu Zhiheng's house. On the most days, the temperament is most gentle and gentle, and because of Xu Zhiheng's relationship, she has always treated her with respect and respect.

       "If it weren't for her going up the mountain today, we wouldn't have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here. It's raining outside. It's awful. Laozi is so kind-hearted that he doesn't have to worry about carrying such a tow bottle.

       "You're not ignorant of Laozi temper. On the surface it's not annoying. There are always mustaches in our hearts. Our Xu family is now a joke in the capital. Laozi has always been arrogant and very uncomfortable. If I were her, then A rope was hung, and the province was a drag on others. "

       "Shh! That's nonsense!"

       The talking maid didn't take it for granted, "It was originally like an animal, waiting for people to feed every day, sleeping after being full, and always being served. Neither could I leave the house, nor could I see it. It’s okay in a year or two. What does it mean to be alive? What's the point of being alive? It’s better to die early and get rid of it.

       "Don't say, there is hot water outside, let's get some hot water first."

       The footsteps went away.

       He-Yan turned his back to the door and slowly sits down.

       Yeah, it's only a year or two. It's going to be like this forever. What's the point of living?

       Maid in the house of the master, who dares not trample on whomever he sees high. As long as these two people can talk about her casually, they can know that Xu Zhiheng is not in the room as blameless as he is in front of her eyes.

       But in this world, there are several people who can do it without complaint.

       He-Yan didn't know if there was a light in the room, for her it was all dark. Suddenly a feeling of despair was born. Martial arts as a child, school when he was young, later on the battlefield, fighting for military merits, all his life as a wedding dress for others. After taking off the mask, I thought everything could start all over again, but then fell into darkness at this time, and trapped my life in a house with four corners on one side, and one step was required to follow.

       Human despair does not accumulate overnight. Those little things in daily life, cannibalize the enthusiasm of the whale, the enthusiasm was consumed a little bit, disappointed and heavy layered up, and the last straw fell lightly with a bang, hoping to sink into the water.

       Despair is overwhelming.

       She groped and stood slowly.

       There was a belt of clothes left in the room. She grabbed the outer skirt and put it on. She picked up the bamboo pole she used when she was blind, and went out tremblingly.

       The monasteries were scarce, and because it was raining outside, the monks had already entered the Buddhist temple. She walked wildly without hitting someone.

       Thanks to the teenager's military service, he barely developed a habit of astonishing memory of the journey. She still remembered Xu Zhiheng told her when she went up the mountain that there was a dense forest near the temple. The cascading waterfall, like a pearl jade, is magnificent and beautiful.

       There are mountains, rivers and trees, which is pretty good, but unfortunately it rains tonight and there is no moon she likes.

       It is inconvenient for a blind man to go out, especially on muddy mountain roads. She didn't know how many times she had fallen and how many times she had been tripped by a stone. I just felt that my clothes were soggy and wet, and my buns were scattered. In the end, panting, he no longer knew where he was going.

       She fell in front of a tree, her head resting on the trunk. He-Yan reached out and groped. The tree was very large and it should be an old tree.

       The dense forest with waterfalls is about to be found, and it is OK here. She always didn't care much about foreign objects, and it took her a long time to move to a stone.

       Exhausted, He-Yan sits down on the stone.

       It rained a little, and hit people densely. The young woman looked up at the sky as if she could see the moon. Only the rain slipped down her cheeks, and she wiped a handful of water from her face.

       "Mo Zuojiang went to the boat, Mo Zuojiang last month."

       "Zhou Zairen parting, Yuezhao parting."

       She has no place to be attached to this world. The only reluctance is that there is no moon tonight.

       He-Yan slowly stood up, felt the cloth at hand, and the cloth was tied tightly. She pulled down, very stable, and should not break.

       Kicked off the stone.

       ...

       The cloth twisted into a rope was cut off at the sound.

       He-Yan was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

       Mud splashed on her, and for a moment she suddenly realized that the cloth had broken.

       Why was it broken?

       For a moment, it was difficult for her to suppress the inexplicable grievances and sorrows, and she choked for a moment, then sobbed softly, and then lay on the ground and burst into tears.

       He-Yan rarely shed tears.

       A general, tears are a morale-affecting behavior. On the battlefield, she will always maintain her self-confidence and spirit, as if no one or anything can affect her judgment. When I don’t want to be a general, I want to shed tears, and then I feel like I'm arrogant.

       But when people are fragile, they can hold back when they are left cold, when they are blind, when they are ridiculed by maids, when they are ridiculed, when they are implied by their mother-zi, they can hold back.

       But if she can't even find death, and even the cloth is broken, she won't help.

       Tears were hot, and big drops of mud ran down the cheeks into the soil, which could not distinguish between rain and tears.

       She cried, tearing her heart, and suddenly she heard a strange sound.

       It was a man's voice. In the wind and rain, his voice was low and pleasant, with a little impatience, and asked, "What are you crying for?"

       He-Yan's cry stopped abruptly.

       Xiao-Yue looks at the woman in front of her.

       This is a woman who is dying, with wolverines written all over her. Wearing a white blouse, she took a red dress, and the dress was tied back, Xu Xu fell a lot on the road, and her clothes broke through several openings. Her face was also dirty, like a cat, with mud everywhere.

       Xiao-Yue, since she loved Jie, she felt that this scene was very dazzling. She couldn't help but pull out a white parcel and hand it over.

       The woman did not answer, made a defensive posture, and asked, "Who are you?"

       He was surprised for a moment, noticed that the other person's eyes were a little bit distracted, thought for a moment, put up the pouch, squatted down and asked, "You can't see?"

       The woman froze and said fiercely, "Yes! I'm blind!"

       The toes are high-spirited.

       Feinu stood behind him and was about to step forward, Xiao-Yue shook his head slightly at him.

       He-Yan fists vigilantly.

       However, I wanted to hang quietly. Is it okay now, the cloth is broken, and the stranger sees the distress. Why does God always treat her so unexpectedly?

       Xiao-Yue glanced at her lightly, and bent down to pick up the flying knife on the ground. It was just that he used this to wipe off the cloth on the tree.

       "What do you want to do?" He-Yan asked.

       Xiao-Yue :   "Passing by."

       He is really not a nosy person.

       To do this, I have done my best. Xiao-Yue stood up, turned and walked, took a few steps, Fae Nuo came closer, and whispered :   "Today’s Yuhua Temple only has Hanlin bachelor Xu Zhiheng and his Fu-ren. This woman should be the blind Xu of the previous days Big-Madam, He-Yan. "

       He-Yan? He raised an eyebrow, He Rufei Mei-mei?

       Xiao-Yue turned to look.

       Women have groped to find the cloth cut into two pieces. The cloth is not long, but it can still be used. First, she made a half-cloth on her neck and made two double-strokes, and determined that it could still be used, so she tied the cloth with a tremor.

       She actually wanted to hang again.

       Xiao-Yue was a little strange, and then I wanted to laugh.

       This attachment is almost stupid, much like her cousin.

       Most people seek death, but it is just a moment of dynamism. With a single breath, they hang up and jump into the lake to jump off the cliff. At that moment, most of the people will regret it, but it is too late to regret it.

       Since this woman has tasted the dying, when she will not seek death again, she did not expect to be so persistent, and she must continue to break the rope.

       He shouldn't care, no one would stop a man who wanted to die.

       But Xiao-Yue mind suddenly appeared many years ago, and it was also such a Mid-Autumn Festival night, the young man went back to his house, but his mother's cold body was waiting.

       The scene in front of me seemed to coincide with the past. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was night or night.

       Fae Nu was behind him and looked at him puzzled.

       Xiao-Yue took a deep breath, finally compromised, walked over to the woman and asked, "Why are you seeking death?"

       He-Yan was startled.

       She clearly heard the steps of the other party, how could she suddenly turn back? She had been struggling for life all the time and was at the mercy of her. Now that she was coming to the end, she no longer wanted to think about others. This person's nosy affairs had made her unhappy, so she angered her.

       She almost ‘called back :   "I want you to control!"

       The young man grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off the ground.

       He-Yan was shocked, struggling twice, but she stumbled and lost strength, but she couldn't see, she was dragged away, took two steps, was dropped, and sits on the ground with her buttocks.

       The soft ground is a piece of grass.

       The man seemed to be standing beside her, bending over to her, his voice indifferent :   "Why are you trying to die?"

       He-Yan was also holding his breath, and exclaimed, "I said I want you to control it! There is no moon today, so I seek death! The road up the mountain is too slippery, so I seek death! I have to break the rope. So I'm dying! I'm here to meet nosy people like you, so I'm dying! Is it okay! "

       She yelled fiercely, but her tears rolled down. She was an aggressive tiger and looked more like a wet cat with nowhere to go.

       Fae Nu stood nervously behind Xiao-Yue.

       Xiao 2-gongzi is willing to bear patience to take care of such gossip, it is very rare, this woman is still so fierce, it is even rare.

       After He-Yan roared, I suddenly felt something rubbing on his face. Soft, dense like the clouds torn down in spring.

       Indifferent, with a hint of imperceptible, inclusive warm comfort sounded.

       "If you really want to be strong, why not be blind, even if you are blind, you can be the most different of the blind."

       Her rage stopped abruptly.

       All the wolverines and weaknesses were exposed in front of them.

       "It's nothing, although you can't see it, you can still hear it. It's okay to have me with you." She said to Xu Zhiheng with a smile.

       How could it be all right?

       How could it be okay?

       She traced her eyes over and over with her fingers in the night, praying to heaven for mercy to see the light again the next day. They don't know the nights that are tossed around, gritted their teeth and said to them that it's okay, and pretend to be nights if nothing can be done.

       They don't understand anything.

       A stranger passing by understood it.

       You cannot cry, you cannot be seen weak, you cannot complain, you cannot lose your temper. It's been too long, long enough that these emotions are like silkworms, winding her into a solid cocoon layer by layer. She sits alone in the cocoon, isolated from the outside world.

       He-Yan outside the cocoon is gentle, optimistic, always smiling and thinking about others. He-Yan in the cocoon, suffering, aggrieved, suppressing the call for help as much as possible.

       Over the years, from "He Rufei" to "He-Yan", her mask has never been removed.

       Until tonight, a stranger passing by saw through everything, took off her mask, and found her tears.

       All her defenses and vigilance were instantly discouraged, her head slowly lowered, and tears smashed even more.

       Originally thought that after saying this, He-Yan would no longer cry, but did not expect her to cry louder. There was no sign of the rain stopping, and the grass beneath was wet with rain.

       Xiao-Yue hooked his fingers and Fae Nu approached him. He took the umbrella in Fae Nu hand and propped it on He-Yan's head.

       He-Yan still didn't stop.

       He had never seen such a fierce, grumpy, and especially crying woman, and it was hard to imagine He Rufei silly happy temper. There would be such a completely different Mei-mei.

       Xiao-Yue was embarrassed by crying and could not bear it, and finally said, "Don't cry."

       "Why can't I cry," if she didn't know any good wild cat, she showed her paw to the feeder, her throat was ‘mute, and she argued, "I'm not only crying, I'm trying to die, I've already done this, What else is alive,-cries cries-Woo ... "

       Xiao-Yue :   "..."

       He had never coaxed a woman. The first time he coaxed a woman like this? So oil and salt do not enter?

       "What the hell do you do not cry?" He held back angrily, "will not continue hanging."

       He-Yan hesitated and wept. She was here, but she didn't really want to die. Sometimes people just get stuck at that juncture, and the past is the past. The passer-by came out inexplicably, and the sentence was not very warm, but ...

       However, she didn't want to die.

       She said, "If you can give me a candy now, I will not die."

       When she was young, she loved sweet things, but after five years of age, He-Big-Fu-ren took care of everything about her. Afraid of depression, like Miss, the general sweet-loving habit should also be changed. Later, when the army was recruited, there was no sweet candy in the army, only rough dry cakes. After he got married, one time He-Yan saw He Wanru was sick, Xu Zhiheng went to see her and brought her a small box of preserves.

       He Wanru took a sip of medicine, and Xu Zhiheng stuffed a candied fruit into her mouth. He-Yan saw as he passed by the window. For a moment, his heart was sour. I didn't know if I was envious of Xu Zhiheng being so good to He Wan, or if he was envious of eating a little bitterness, I could get a lot of sweetness.

       He-Yan has never been willful, but tonight I don't know why, but it's like trying to maximize his willfulness on this stranger.

       The young man froze slightly and looked sideways at the people around him.

       The woman's face was rubbed indiscriminately by Pa Zi, her cheeks were still muddy, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen, but she was surprisingly bright and stubborn.

       It looks like a clumsy boy.

       He was silent for a moment, with his long fingertips to unwind the sachet around his waist.

       Feng-Nu was startled.

       The dark cyan bag was held in his hand. He squeezed the bottom of the bag, and a Osmanthus wrapped in sugar paper-the sugar was poured out.

       After too long, the sugar paper has been stuck with the sugar, and the original appearance is not visible. After Little-Fu-ren's death, Xiao-Yue carried the last Osmanthus-sugar with him. These sugars have accompanied him through many difficult years. When you can't hold it, looking at this sugar, it seems that you can taste a little sweet on earth.

       This was the only bit of sweetness in his life, and now he was going to give it to a woman who cried and wanted to die. He thought, no sugar is needed in his life, so be it.

       He-Yan felt something stuck in his hands.

       Subconsciously, she wanted to peel it off.

       "Can't eat." The man's voice sounded beside him.

       "What?" She said. "Are you lying to me? Just find a stone and tell me it's sugar?"

       He-Yan heard the voice of the other, with a slight sorrow, "This sugar, only the last one in the world. Very sweet, but you can't eat it."

       "Are you sick?" He-Yan never knew that he was such a man who was so impassive. She thought that this person must have a good temper and a soft heart to tolerate such a fuss over and over again, she said. :   "It's sweet and can't be eaten. There is only one in the world. Is this a failure of Her Majesty?"

       She didn't see it. The handsome young man sitting next to her smiled down and said, "It's more precious than Yuci."

       He-Yan opened the sugar paper quickly and stuffed his mouth while the other party didn't notice.

       "You ..." He stunned.

       "I've eaten and swallowed!" He-Yan is rogue.

       The other party did not answer.

       This was the first sugar she received in her life. The taste of the sugar was weird, mixed with her tears, bitter, she thought, so be it.

       "Did the rain stop?" She didn't feel the rain falling on her body, and stretched out her hands and scratched, asking people around her.

       The young man on the side has been kneeling on one knee, holding an umbrella for her. The umbrella face is not large. Most of his body has been wet, the angular side of his face, the eyelashes are stained with fine water droplets, and the eyes are exfoliated A touch of tenderness.

       "Stopped."

       "Is there a moon in the sky?"

       The sky was dark and there was no star. Where did the moon come from?

       He answered, "Yes."

       "What does it look like outside?"

       "The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite."

       He-Yan smiled for the first time tonight, "That's great."

       She heard the person on her side asking, "Do you want to die?"

       "forget about it."

       "Go home without wanting to die," he said, pulling He-Yan up. He-Yan subconsciously grabbed his hand, the articulated, slender hand had been released very quickly.

       Xiao-Yue walked to Fae Nu and whispered :   "People are sent to 1st-Sao room, and let 1st-Sao be sent back. I'm a man, so I can't show up."

       Feng-Nu should come down.

       When he was leaving, he suddenly added another sentence :   "Warn Xu Zhiheng and tell him not to do too much."

       That's what it means to be He-Yan.

       The Feng-Nu came over to help He-Yan. He-Yan seemed to feel that the other party was about to leave, and reached out to explore the direction of the person. She said :   "... thank you, who are you?"

       He didn't speak, He-Yan had only time to grab a corner of a sleeve and slide past her, cold and soft, like moonlight.

       She couldn't see anything, but she saw the light, warm and cool, hot and bright, without half blame, patient, tolerant, seeing through all her secrets, and wrapped her tenderly.

       She did not know who the other party was in the end.

       It was He-Yan. The worst Mid-Autumn Festival was covered with mud and unkempt, and there was only a trace of despair. Fortunately, the moon was always by her side.

       There was no moon that night, but the moonlight was beautiful that night, and that thin, soft light had warmed her for many years.

       Chapter 127 :  Do You Like Me   

       Above the river, the moonlight is thousands of miles, and the clothes are cold. The white light leaks from the gaps in the branches of the forest, like the residual snow that can be melted in the future.

       He-Yan turned his head and looked at the person opposite.

       The eyes of young men are like autumn water, and they don't need to be colored to be touching. He had a sharp outline of his face, eloquent and lazy, and a slight smile on his lips, which made her return to the night of the mountain temple.

       It's you, she has a little cyanosis in her head and she very confused.

       She didn't know who the other party was in the end.

       I just remember being taken to a room in a mountain temple. A woman with a soft voice took care of her, cleaned her, and returned it to Xu Zhiheng.

       Xu Zhiheng asked her what was going on, and He-Yan only replied that she wanted to go out and get lost. He didn't say much. As for the woman who sent her back, Xu Zhiheng never mentioned it again. Therefore, she did not even know who that strange man was.

       But the other person said the sentence, "If you really want to be strong, why not be blind, even if you are blind, you can be the most different one in the blind".

       She later tried to distinguish by listening to sound, and could live without eyes. This process is very difficult, but whenever I want to give up, I think of the moon behind the mountain temple that day.

       The moon is so beautiful, it's a pity to just give up.

       It's not that I didn't think about everything that happened that day, calm down and recall, some things may not be intentional. Why was the maid's conversation at the door heard by such a coincidence? A person stumbled into the mountains, but no one in the Xu family found it? When she was returned, Xu Zhiheng easily believed what she said, and did not investigate.

       But she just hoped she would be relieved.

       She is not a snow-white kitten bred in the courtyard of Fu-Noble house. She is held in her arms by Fu-ren Young-Lady. She is happy with a string of teasers, gentle and weak. She was a wild cat coming out of the alley in the night. She was dirty and tenacious, and she could hunt on the wall even if she was blind.

       They want her to die, she just doesn't want to die. After all, in this world, there were still people who gave her a candy and taught her to taste the sweetness of the world.

       He-Yan always thought that the stranger that night, Xu was a good-hearted gongzi, or a patient Shaoye, but he never thought it was Xiao-Yue.

       How could it be him?

       She said softly :   "Xu-Big-Madam ... what kind of person is it?"

       Xiao-Yue smiled, lazily :   "Very fierce, crying, bad-tempered woman."

       He-Yan followed with a smile, but his eyes were a little damp. She said, "You talk about people behind, Xu-Big-Madam know?"

       The worst part of her life was left to Xiao-Yue that night. The most tender side of Xiao-Yue life was probably left to her that night.

       He didn't know that his stay at that time became the only salvation for He-Yan in despair.

       The moon is lonely and indifferent, hanging in the sky, but no one knows that he once shined the moonlight so gently on a person.

       "She has no chance to know." Xiao-Yue said indifferently.

       Because Xu-Big-Madam is dead.

       "Maybe she knows." He-Yan bowed her head and smiled, then suddenly looked to the sky, and said with emotion :   "The moon is so beautiful."

       Xiao-Yue leaned her hands on her side, then looked up, without looking at her, "Don't you say you want to drink with Chu Zilan? Didn't you bring wine?"

       He-Yan said in a loud voice :   "A glass of wine from mountains, lakes, and seas!" She held her hands imaginarily, and the moonlight fell into her hands, as if full of a full glass, raising her hand to the sky :   "To the moon!"

       The young man watched coldly, yelling, "Sick."

       The Miss, but turned around again, solemnly raised the "cup" in his hand :   "Also respect you!"

       No longer as tired and dim as before, He-Yan at this moment had bright eyes and a bright smile. There was still a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

       grateful?

       He raised an eyebrow, grinned, and didn't respond to her stupid gesture, "fascinating."

       He-Yan stared at Xiao-Yue eyes, silently in his heart.

       Really thank you very much.

       ...

       That night, He-Yan and Xiao-Yue sits very late. In the end, it was because the mountain was too cold that she went down the hill with Xiao-Yue.

       It was already midnight, and I got up late the next day. After having used lunch, I wanted to talk to Chu Zhao about what happened last night, only to find out that someone had left.

       "Are you looking for Chu Zilan?" Lin Shuanghe passed by, and when he saw it, he said, "In the morning, Chu Zilan has returned to Capital City with people from Shuo Jing."

       "This morning?" He-Yan froze. "He didn't tell me it was this morning."

       "The coming person is more rushed," Lin Shuanghe opened his fan and shook. "He brother, the gathering is all fate. He will return to Shuojing sooner or later. You don't have to be too forced."

       He-Yan is inexplicable. What is she trying to force? However, I felt that I had not even said farewell to Chu Zhao before leaving, and I was a bit sorry. After all, Chu 4-gongzi in Liangzhou these days, and she carefully combed the relationship between Shuojing officialdom.

       But since people have already left, it doesn't make sense to talk about these.

       Soon after Chu Zhao left, Song Taotao and Cheng-Lisu also set off for Shuojing. Escorting them back to Capital City was arranged by Xiao-Yue. Little Miss, tears pulled He-Yan's clothing corner before leaving :   "Brother He, you must come back to see me ..."

       "Let's see what you do? You are Miss, how can my big brother and a big man come to see you." Cheng-Lisu pulled her apart and replaced herself with a smile to He-Yan :   "Brother See me, see me, come to my house, I invite you to eat at Shuo Jing Restaurant. "

       Song Taotao :   "Cheng-Lisu!"

       "I know, I'll terminate the engagement when I go back." Cheng-Lisu drew his ears and mumbled, "Mother Yasha, the ghost is willing to marry you."

       The two kids were arguing, and they didn't seem to be lonely along the way.

       He-Yan took them to the carriage and was a little lost for a while. On most days, they feel that they are naughty and naughty, but when they leave, they feel very reluctant.

       When she was "He Rufei", due to her identity, she could not walk too close to her brothers and sisters in the Fuchu. Cheng-Lisu and Song Taotao were like their younger brother Sao in the house of ordinary people, like He Yunsheng. In a way, it made up for her fantasies about the family.

       Wang Ba and Jiang Yan came over and Jiang Yan said, "He brother."

       After the misunderstanding was solved, Jiang Yan finally believed that He-Yan had not taken away his wife room, and his attitude had improved slightly. He said, "Come people at home sent some things over. I picked some food to eat and wait for you. Get it for me. "

       Wang Ba acid slumped :   "The Wuguan family Shaodong family is just fine. They all came to join the army and some people gave things."

       "Aren't you a bandit?" He-Yan wondered :   "Why didn't your men give you anything?"

       "No money! Poor! The bandit's den will not dissolve!" Wang Ba became angry and anger, "Ask me for what? Didn't you receive it!"

       "... I'll just ask, don't get excited." He-Yan thought, can she be like Wang Ba? She is now living incognito. If Hejia still gives something to this end, does she think she died soon enough, or is the government's wanted order impossible to write?

       "But ... Brother Jiang, why should your family suddenly send you something?" He-Yan asked.

       Jiang Yan reluctantly said, "Brother He, have you forgotten that the New Year is coming."

       new Year?

       He-Yan hesitated, she has lived so peacefully these days, and she almost forgot that, within a few days, it was New Year.

       The new year is coming.

       It belongs to "He-Yan", the new year.

       She was suddenly happy, and watching Jiang Yan and Wang Ba both looked at each other. Wang Ba questioned suspiciously, "Why are you so pleased, Chief-Commander carrying me something good for you?"

       He-Yan answered with a serious answer :   "Yeah! Good wine, good food, good future, envy but not envy, jealous or jealous?"

       After all, turn around and leave, Wang Ba took a moment to catch up and said, "Hey, tell me clearly! What did you give me! Don't run!"

       ...

       Liangzhou Wei has had a good New Year. Xiao-Yue This command made the recruits under his opponents the same, regardless of whether they were Nanfu soldiers or Liangzhou Wei recruits. There are vegetables, meat and wine, which are very lively, and the bitter cold at the border is dilute by joy.

       But this year, I trained and trained. As soon as the year passed, He-Yan's injury was almost better, and he followed the training. Although she wanted to enter the Nine Banners camp, the daily training volume of the Nanfu soldiers was not affordable by He-Yan, who had just recovered from her serious illness, so she could only work with Liangzhou Wei.

       Life was so peaceful until one day Feinu received a letter from Lou County.

       In the room, Feinu was talking to Xiao-Yue.

       "Shaoye, meaning of Ying Ying, Chief-Commander If you are looking for the right person to go forward together, if you are ready, it's best to take advantage of these days. Jiyang is not close to Liangzhou, and now it’s time to wait until all It's spring day, and it can catch up with the birth of the prince, and Chai Anxi may appear that day.

       Xiao-Yue raised his eyes :   "Qiao Zhiqing?"

       "This son is the 1st-General Cui Yuezhi zhi-zi under King Jiyang's daughter," Fae said, "He was taken away by the Cui family in his childhood. He was rescued by Houyi and lived in Central China. .The rich businessman had no children, and Qiao Yiqing inherited his wealth. Last year, he married his wife and did not know why he was found by Cui Yuezhi. Cui Yuezhi now has no other family members, so he wrote to invite him to join the Wang Nvshou Chen Ban. However, Qiao Yuqing was very timid and had not yet reached Jiyang. When he passed by Lou County, he was robbed by a mountain bandit and slightly injured. He heard that there were many puppets on the road to Jiyang, and he refused to go forward.

       Xiao-Yue his eyes moved slightly, and he smiled silently.

       Needless to say, "Yi Ren" must be Xing Ying's handwriting. However, he was so scared that Qiao Yunqing was afraid to go to Jiyang again.

       "People sent by Ying Ying and Cui Yuezhi said goodbye and went to Jiyang instead of Qiao Yuanqing, but Qiao Yuanqing had to pay thousands of gold as a reward. Qiao Yuanqing had been separated from his family for many years, and Cui Yuezhi had never seen this zhi-zi, so no one knows what Qiao Qiuqing looks like now. This person is the right person and the right time. He Ying also sent the pass and the identification card to prove the identity. Shaoye, there should be no difference. "

       A zhi-zi who has been separated from Han-Wang Xinxin for many years. This identity can be said to be very convenient, but ...

       "You said lightly," Chiwu couldn't help but said, "Ke Ying has already said, Cui Yuezhi invited Qiao Yuqing and his wife, and also brought his sweet wife. Chief-Commander is nothing, Where can I go to find a woman to pretend to be a couple with Chief-Commander? I can't say that halfway through Lu-Fu-ren is gone!’'

       Feinumu has a face, but also knows that Chiwu makes sense. The most indispensable men in Nanfu Bing and Jiuqi Battalion are men. Wherever there is a need for manpower, there are all kinds of dexterity, nimbleness, good looks, and strange methods. There is no woman. Woman, Ke Yingying ... the sons are all twelve.

       Xiao-Yue frowned, and for the first time, her handsome face showed some embarrassment.

       "You can find a martial artist with a high strength ..." Feinu reminded.

       "How can that be!" Chiwu refused to think about it, "I didn't know it for a long time. Who knows if it is good or bad, if you secretly injure Shaoye, can you and I afford this blame?"

       Chiwu was so straightforward that Fae Nu had nothing to say, and only said, "Can you choose someone?"

       "I?" Chiwu thought for a moment, and said quietly, "Not to mention Nanfu soldiers, even our Xiao fu up and down, never knew a few Miss who were able to marry," Fu-ren was not happy when he was alive. Lao-ye dancing with swords and sticks, even the maids who have received them can only write poems and flowers, and I have never seen a few of them. "

       "Looking for Miss?" Someone gently shaken the folding fan outside the window, and said personably :   "I know this, let me ask these two old people without asking, Xiao Huaijin, are you violent?" Have you ever seen Miss? You just ask them such a difficult question, it’s better to ask me, Ben Gongzi will come to your confusion. ”

       Xiao-Yue glanced at him and said gently :   "Who let him in?"

       Chiwu :   "Not me!"

       Feng-Nu :   "Not me."

       "Do you still need to put it?" Lin Shuanghe feels very good about himself. "The people in Liangzhouwei know that you and I are friends for many years. I am a white sacred hand who can rejuvenate. Of course, I have respect for every place in Liangzhouwei. , I am unimpeded. "

       "Throw him out."

       Feng-Nu :   "..."

       "Hey, Xiao Huaijin, what kind of dog temper do you have?" Lin Shuanghe said as he walked in naturally through the door, waved his hands, and signaled that Fae Nu and Chi Wu left :   "Let me solve your incurable diseases of Shaoye."

       Feinu and Chiwu backed out, Lin Shuanghe closed the door and closed the window. Xiao-Yue watched his movement coldly. Lin Shuanghe sits down on the chair in front of him and asked, "Find Miss, ah?"

       Xiao-Yue kicked over.

       Lin Shuanghe bounced, "Speak and talk, don't move your hands and feet, just now I didn't eavesdrop on you, I just listened to it half-headed, headless, what a good Miss, you find a good Miss, What are you doing? Female guard? "

       Xiao-Yue stared at him, and suddenly laughed. He lazily hugged the corner of his mouth and said slowly :   "Find a’wife'."

       Lin Shuanghe :   "?"

       After a short while, he suddenly returned to God and realized what Xiao-Yue meant, "You are going to marry a wife? Can't you!"

       "No, you said all day that this blind marriage was a ‘mute marriage. If you want to marry a wife, you should find it yourself. How can you make Fae Nu look like picking vegetables for you, Xiao Huaijin, nonsense? Right? "

       Xiao-Yue :   "I said you were looking for a wife for me?"

       Lin Shuanghe :   "You still look for others! You haven't fallen!"

       Xiao-Yue said impatiently :   "Fake, do you understand the acting?"

       "What?" Lin Shuanghe stunned, slowly reveling. He looked at Xiao-Yue for a while, and looked at Xiao-Yue. He just came close and said, "Did you go like last time?" Liangzhou Weili dealt with Sun Xiangfu the same time, looking for someone to pretend to be your wife to do something. "Last time, Lin Shuanghe finally got the truth from Song Taotao mouth. Little Miss, where is this talented opponent, Lin Shuanghe knew what was going on in three or five sentences.

       "Not stupid."

       "Then you don't have someone in front of you?" Lin Shuanghe didn't want to think, and immediately said :   "Of course, find me He-Mei-mei! Did you forget, I also He-Mei-mei is a woman, and He has a good skill, courageous and scheming, not immoral, and very cute! I can dress up as your Shi-zi, and of course I can also play Fu-ren. "

       Xiao-Yue :   "No."

       "Why not?" Lin Shuanghe was dissatisfied. "Can someone call you Father, can you call Fu-ren wronged?"

       Xiao-Yue took a sip of tea and looked at him indifferently :   "Are you collecting He-Yan's money to speak for her?"

       "I'm so rich, it's you to do what other people money does," Lin Shuanghe approached him. "Why are you so resistant? Xiao Huaijin, Xiao Huaijin, have you forgotten that you are looking for a fake Fu-ren, then don't Take out your condition of picking a real wife. Or maybe ... "He stood upright, shook his fan, and pointed out the mysterious tone of Jiang Shan :   " Are you afraid you fall in love with her? "

       "Cough cough." Xiao-Yue froze.

       He said blankly, "You can go."

       "Go and go," Lin Shuanghe said :   "Don't blame me for not reminding you, He-Yan is the best person you can think of. Although I don't know what you are going to do, but whatever you do, you It's dangerous. You can't find Chang-Miss in this kind of danger. You can't believe it. You can't believe it. He-Yan Anyway, I've fought side by side with you for a few times, and you know her quite well. On loyalty ... "His eyes fell on Xiao-Yue, with a bit of fun," Do you want to take Shen Muxue? I think she would be happy to go with you, but I am afraid that Master Shen will know, I can't help but rush to Liangzhou to chop your leg. "

       "Oh, Miss, I have seen more soldiers than you have trained. I think He-Mei-mei doesn't like you now, a woman who doesn't like you and you as a husband and wife is the least likely to cause trouble. Yes. You changed Shen Muxue? That would be a big deal. The most important thing is that He-Mei-mei has always been dressed up as a man. No one but you knows what she looks like. If it is exposed, it will be concealed. "

       Xiao-Yue looked at the teacup calmly in his hands, not knowing whether Lin Shuanghe words were heard or not.

       "My daughter's mind is the hardest to guess, as simple as He-Mei-mei, everything is written on the face, or Miss, which is directly spoken, is suitable for doing things."

       "You might as well say that she is an idiot.

       Lin Shuanghe froze for a moment, and said, "I said everything I should say. I only said so much because I am a brother. Think about it! Think about it and pick people!" Grab the fan and go out.

       After he left, Xiao-Yue put the tea cup back on the table and sighed very shallowly.

       ...

       Late at night, He-Yan sits in front of the mirror after grooming.

       The New Year's Army had a good meal. Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, it seemed to be slightly rounded. Fortunately, He-Big-Young-Lady was born slender and weak, and a little bit longer, instead of being overly plump, she was a little less hungry and a little more coquettish. It's kind of like the little Miss that Jin Gui keeps at home.

       It's just that the pampered state in the barracks is really out of place. He-Yan waved his fist at himself in the mirror, made a fierce expression, and felt relieved that he would not let down. He walked up and climbed up again.

       It was cold like a block of ice, and there was not enough charcoal in the army. Although it was slightly warmer after the New Year's pass, it was still a bit cold at night.

       You must use your body to heat the mattress underneath.

       Only a little enthusiastic, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside, He-Yan stunned, secretly cursed in the heart, who is this, in the middle of the night, it is easy to warm the quilt, this one out, again It's cold. The knocking on the door continued. He-Yan wanted to open the door again, even though he didn't hear it. Lin Shuanghe stood outside the door when he opened the door.

       This person really, in such a cold day, wearing a thin white shirt, even if it is added with cotton, it must not be very thick, otherwise it will not be so elegant. He even fanned him, He-Yan couldn't help but hold his fan :   "Doctor Lin, can you stop the fan, it's really cold."

       Lin Shuanghe stopped and smiled, "OK."

       "Come to me so late, but what's the matter?"

       Lin Shuanghe :   "Brother He, I entered the room and said it was okay."

       "I'm fine," He-Yan replied, "But Brother Lin doesn't mean, lonely man and widow ..."

       Before I finished speaking, I saw the young man go over her body by herself, and tiptoe, "Cold me!"

       He-Yan :   "..."

       She closed the door and turned around. Lin Shuanghe still said, "Why don't you make a charcoal pot in this house, it's too cold."

       "The charcoal has run out," He-Yan said with patience. "Since it's cold, can Dr. Lin directly tell what is going on?"

       "I thought about it, I must tell you about this ..."

       The voice of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" interrupted him, and the two of them looked at the middle door of the house together, and the knocking came from inside.

       He-Yan snapped, the middle door knocked, Xiao-Yue? What does Xiao-Yue knock at the door in the middle of the night mean? She looked at Lin Shuanghe, who was also suspicious. He-Yan walked over, hesitated, and opened the lock directly.

       Xiao 2-gongzi expression was calm and elegant, his eyes flickered on Lin Shuanghe for a moment, and he quickly returned to He-Yan. I don't know if it was He-Yan's illusion. He always felt that his expression was strange.

       "Chief-Commander ... what?"

       "He-Big-Young-Lady." He took a step forward, leaning slightly, looking straight at himself. The young man had a handsome face, and his eyes were full of moonlight in autumn, so close that he could see clearly His long, slightly curled eyelashes, his voice was low and magnetic, and the human face was enthusiastic.

       "Do you like me?"

       Chapter 128 :  Fake Couple   

       "Do you like me?" His voice seemed to have the ability to ecstasy, set He-Yan in place, couldn't move for half a minute, and couldn't help swallowing.

       Xiao-Yue frowned slightly :   "He-Yan?"

       "I ..." He-Yan lifted his finger subconsciously, and pressed his fingertips into his palm.

       This person does not feel that when he is usually lazy, even when the bullying approaches, his breath becomes even more dangerous. He raised his eyebrows, bent his lip corners, and asked again, almost confused, "Do you like me?"

       "No ... I don't like it." He-Yan curled her fingers subconsciously, pushed her fingertips into the palm of her hand, and the tingling made her mind sober for a moment, so that she would not faint and say something shocking.

       Looking at Lin Shuanghe on the other side, he was already stunned.

       On hearing that, Xiao-Yue was not angry, but seemed to be slightly relieved, stood upright, and raised his eyebrows :   "Very well, it's you."

       "I?" Only the ambiguous breath was swept away, He-Yan took a step back, and he couldn't help but look at him, "What is me?"

       "Qiao Fu-ren."

       "Qiao ... Fu-ren?" He-Yan was confused.

       On the other hand, Lin Shuanghe on the other side suddenly seemed to understand, and came over and said, "You finally listened to me and thought that He-Mei-mei was the best candidate, didn't you?"

       He-Yan didn't understand.

       "It's a long story."

       "Then speak slowly." He-Yan went to move the stool for them.

       Xiao-Yue glanced at her, turned her head, and reminded lightly :   "Take your clothes first."

       He-Yan looked down. When Lin Shuanghe knocked on the door, she put on a piece of clothes casually and didn't wear it properly. Now she bent over to move the stool, and the clothes slipped off her shoulders.

       Lin Shuanghe said :   "I didn't see anything!"

       He-Yan feels that Xiao-Yue has made a lot of trivial questions, and here it is not that he is not wearing a jacket. It is time to cover everything. Xiao 2-gongzi is too gentleman. But since everyone said it, she would sort it out.

       After finishing it, I heard Xiao-Yue talk to her about the important things.

       "Chief-Commander means, want me to pretend to be a couple with you and set off for Jiyang?" He-Yan slaps the table :   "How can this be! This is a thing that ruins my reputation!"

       Dressing as a Shi-zi is nothing more than calling Xiao-Yue Mu-Uncle as a husband and wife, but it's called Xiao-Yue husband! If you think of yourself as Xiao-Yue Fujun, He-Yan can't look straight anyway.

       "Destroy your reputation?" Xiao-Yue pretty eyes froze slightly, smirk :   "Are you wronged yet?"

       He-Yan :   "..."

       This is the same thing. If you say it out, in the eyes of others, it is probably Xiao-Yue who has been destroyed.

       But ... he doesn't have to lose face as much as he wants.

       It’s rare that Xiao-Yue is asking for himself, He-Yan has his head high, and is preparing to sit on the ground to start the price. After extortion, he hears this person's understatement :   "This is done, you can enter the Nanfu soldiers "

       He-Yan :   "Deal!"

       "I said," Lin Shuanghe had a headache, "He-Mei-mei, you are Miss, and you should be more restrained."

       "Then you're looking at her, then," Xiao-Yue mocked. "How could she have that kind of thing."

       "Holding is not worth mentioning in this kind of thing." He-Yan said with a smile :   "Chief-Commander, you can rest assured that I can definitely play a good Fu-ren, fight for your face, and let others be envious of you Plus, praise the blessings you can build in a few lifetimes. "

       Xiao-Yue put up with it, calmly said, "Fu-ren of Qiao Yuanqing is a famous talented woman of Dawei."

       He-Yan's boast came to an abrupt end.

       "Qian Qi is well-versed in calligraphy and painting," he glanced at He-Yan, with a bit of pity, "being smart and understanding, these sixteen words, which word is attached to you?"

       "People-like." He-Yan answered honestly.

       "Well." Lin Shuanghe couldn't help but laugh out loud, and probably half smiled again and thought it wasn't so good, saying :   "Nonsense, Xiao Huaijin, you're talking again, why He-Mei-mei is not clever and understanding. It was satisfactory, as for the ‘Guqin, calligraphy and painting ... "He looked at He-Yan," Will you? "

       He-Yan :   "Not quite."

       Xiao-Yue smirked.

       Lin Shuanghe immediately said :   "It doesn't matter, I will! You follow me, don't you have to wait a few days before you leave, I will take care of you before I leave, I dare not say that I am very good at it, and it is definitely no problem to deceive the group Now, Xiao Huaijin, give me He-Mei-mei to me, and within five days, I will give you a different lady. "

       "It's short, stupid, and talented, it's really hard for you." Xiao-Yue said casually, stood up, walked to He-Yan, staring straight at her.

       He-Yan was seen by his hair, and this person was a little closer, his head tilted closer, and his lips chuckled. "But I can't say for sure. He-Big-Young-Lady is the best at deceiving people. "

       He-Yan :   "..."

       Xiao-Yue can always exaggerate the praise of people.

       "Let others be jealous of Fu-ren, and I'll ..." His eyes were deep, his smile light, "Let's wait and see."

       he left.

       The middle door was closed, and there was a sound of lock on the other side. He-Yan was relieved and sits on the couch. Lin Shuanghe also stood up and laughed :   "It's not early, then I'll take a step first, He-Mei-mei, I'll come to you tomorrow, let's get familiar with ‘Guqin, calligraphy and painting."

       He-Yan nodded. Lin Shuanghe stopped talking, He-Yan asked, "What else is there for Doctor Lin?"

       He gave He-Yan a complex look, and said, "Nothing." Shaking the fan, he went out.

       After the door behind him closed, Lin Shuanghe sighed and pressed his chest.

       He and Xiao-Yue boasted about Haikou, saying that He-Yan did not like Xiao-Yue, and that they were most comfortable when they were together. This is true, after all, in the previous conversation with He-Yan, they didn't notice a trace of Xiao Yue favor. But just now, when Xiao-Yue bullied himself and approached He-Yan, Lin Shuanghe clearly saw He-Yan's nervousness and helplessness.

       It seems a bit wrong!

       This does not seem to be completely unintentional to Xiao-Yue!

       what happened? Lin Shuanghe was so anxious. If He-Yan actually liked Xiao-Yue, wouldn't it be trouble to travel along the way?

       No, no, it must be because Xiao-Yue was born so well. When the woman saw his appearance, she was instantly shaken by the beauty. After reading it a few times, I didn't feel it. He comforted himself, it must be so.

       In the room, He-Yan sits on the couch.

       Xiao-Yue actually asked herself and her to go to Jiyang as husband and wife, which is too incredible. Not to mention how she is, Xiao-Yue and the person as a husband and wife can make you doubt your ears.

       Now that I know the origin of the Jiuqi Camp, He-Yan didn't hope that he could really enter the Jiuqi camp. The people who can enter the Jiuqi camp are Xiao-Yue overwhelming brothers. A hero who stood up at the risk of dying to die. This is five levels of ability. If you want to come to Jiuqiying in the future, you will not recruit people easily. It is also good to be able to enter Nanfu soldiers. Speaking of Dawei, Nanfu soldiers are also very famous.

       However, He-Yan readily agreed to Xiao-Yue proposal. Even without these conditions, she would eventually make concessions only because of the place proposed by Xiao-Yue, Jiyang.

       Master He-Yan, the passer-by who rescued her from the dead when he was in the army in the past and Moxian World War I was also a stranger who taught her to line up and form a sword. .

       When she was separated, she asked Liu not to forget, "Master, if I want to find you someday, where should I go?"

       "Fate meets by chance," Liu said, smiling. "But if you want to find me obstinately, go outside Jiyang City. I will finally arrive here."

       She remembers it.

       Now that "He Rufei" is dead, and the wrong one has got such a strange task, but if he really arrives in Jiyang, he may see Liu--Never--Forgets . The previous life knows her identity, except Liu Hejia, who also has Liu--Never--Forgets .

       She would love to meet Master.

       "Jiyang ..." He-Yan sighed slightly, but her heart was a little stunned.

       I don't know if I can see him, I don't know if I can meet him ... Liu doesn't forget that he can deny himself.

       Very embarrassing.

       ...

       In the early morning of the second day, He-Yan got up early and used meals. He had to go to the martial arts day training before walking to the door. He was pulled by people outside the courtyard :   "He brother!"

       Looking back, it was Lin Shuanghe.

       He-Yan asked, "Brother Lin, why are you here?"

       Look at him, it should have arrived long ago. Lin Shuanghe shook his fan, "I'm waiting for you here." He looked up and down He-Yan's black jacket and asked, "What are you going to do?"

       "Yanwuchang day training! I haven't run in the morning. Doctor Lin, I'll tell you later, I won't be late anymore."

       "Hey," Lin Shuanghe stood in front of her. "If you are talking about daily training, you can leave for the time being. I asked Huai Jin and Chief Shen to greet you. You don't have to go these days."

       He-Yan :   "Why?"

       "Did you forget that you are going to Jiyang in a few days?" Lin Shuanghe laughed. "Things are also prioritized. The performance martial arts field is here. When you come back from Jiyang, you can practice whatever you want. But There is not much time left for you now, and of course you must hurry up to do what is before you. "

       He-Yan somehow :   "What's going on?"

       "Look." Lin Shuanghe pointed to He-Yan.

       On the stone table in the yard, there is a ‘Guqin, a piece of chess, a few pieces of paper, a pen and ink stand, and Liangzhou Weiben are all places for men to practice martial arts. All of a sudden, when he saw these elegant things, He-Yan thought Chu Zhao was back.

       "If you want to play Qiao Qinqing's" wife ", you have to know a little about Qin Qiqi, calligraphy and painting. When the King of Meng Xun was alive, he admired the literati Mo Han, Han-the king of Jiyang City, the people worshipped talented people. Wife, Wen Yuyan is also a famous talented girl. He ... He brother, "Lin Shuanghe said :   " You are very good, and your skills are reassuring, but you can't make any mistakes in it. Come, write a word and see. "

       He-Yan :   "..."

       For a moment, He-Yan felt that he was back at the Xianchang Pavilion in Shuojing, and Lin Shuanghe, who was also the penultimate, was about to sit down and chant each other.

       Lin Shuanghe didn't even realize what the words he said had brought about the nightmare of how people recalled, and he still urged :   "Come, brother He, write a word and let my brother see what you write."

       This man was idle all day long, He-Yan was too lazy to argue with him, immediately raised a pen and wrote a word.

       "bother"!

       This character, written by Long Fae Feng Wu, was embarrassing, and Lin Shuanghe saw the movement of the fan. He was afraid of hurting He-Yan. He said it was more gentle :   "He brother writes. A little bit, don't you think ... women write softly? "

       He-Yan thought that what he said was very problematic, and immediately asked :   "Who says that women's writing needs to be gentle? According to Doctor Lin, can't men write lower case letters?"

       "Yes, yes," Lin Shuanghe said, "Even if it's not soft, you can't scribble like that!"

       He-Yan is speechless.

       Lin Shuanghe said :   "It's okay. If you don't draw a picture, you can draw a picture of Hanmei Yingxue and fool those Jiyang people. It should be more than enough."

       He-Yan spread out the paper, raised his hand and drew three flowers, a few pits of snow.

       Lin Shuanghe looked at it and asked suspiciously, "He brother, what you painted is the fried sesame seeds accidentally fried sesame seeds?"

       He-Yan :   "... I can only draw maps."

       After another, Lin Shuanghe started to panic. He said, "What about chess? Will it be chess?"

       "I have a poor chess product and I love remorse. I'm afraid I can't get on the stage, otherwise I can't control myself, and it's not good for people to read jokes."

       "Qin! Qin Club!" Lin Shuanghe eyes were desperate, "Miss is in the house now, and he will start to learn ‘Guqin at the age of five."

       He-Yan spread his hands :   "The instrument doesn't know anything."

       The two looked at each other, the atmosphere was awkward and silent.

       He-Yan was very uncomfortable and aggrieved. She was raised as a boy since she was a child, and learned to play ‘Guqin, calligraphy, and painting. Later, I went to the Xianchang Museum, and was not very intelligent in the discipline. Even the pie fell from the sky in the end, and he was instructed by a famous teacher. With Liu--Never--Forgets  to teach all his skills, it was all about saving lives on the battlefield. Qin chess, calligraphy and painting, can neither let herself shed a little blood on the battlefield, or help to add a few more victories in the battle, for her, it is too extravagant. Without that condition, let alone that time.

       Of course, the most important thing is that there is no talent.

       Not only He-Yan was wronged, but Lin Shuanghe was also very wronged. He has seen so many noble girls in Shuojing, and each talent is good at no less than five. Qin chess, calligraphy and painting are everyone, He-Yan can't even make it look like?

       Lin Shuanghe suddenly suspected himself, and proposed Xiao-Yue to let He-Yan play Wen Yuyan, was it wrong?

       "Doctor Lin?" He-Yan asked him with concern, fearing that Shuanghe was scared by his talents.

       Lin Shuanghe looked back and smiled reluctantly :   "It's okay, I'm thinking about things."

       If it turns out like this, you don't need to say how subtle it seems, you can only say that you will learn the most common and just do it. Liangzhou Wei had a ready-made female Teacher Shen Muxue who was exceptionally talented, but if Shen Muxue knew that He-Yan was a woman and was named by Xiao-Yue to be a husband and wife, she would only be in trouble.

       Although Lin Shuanghe has nothing to do with Shen Muxue, he can make any Miss, sad, he doesn't want to see it.

       He not going to hell, who going to hell? Lin Shuanghe looked at He-Yan, his heart was bleeding, but he grinned on his face and said, "He brothers don't have to panic. As long as the kung fu deep iron pestle grinds into a needle, the person with ambition succeeds, the water drips through. Since you can’t, let Let me teach you for my brother, we can learn from the beginning, and we will certainly be able to teach people to look at it! "

       He-Yan, seeing this person inexplicably excited, coughed, "That ... Dr. Lin, will you?"

       If you remember correctly, Lin Shuanghe was the last with her at that time. What qualifications and abilities do you have to teach others?

       Lin Shuanghe unfolded the folding fan and proudly said, "Ben gongzi won't be able to do anything other than poetry and painting. Look at me."

       ...

       Late at night, a sharp ‘Guqin sound came from the room next door.

       Fae Nu was helping Xiao-Yue to clean up the official documents on the table, and the hands shook when they heard the sound, and the military essay was in a mess. He lifted his eyes to see Xiao-Yue, Xiao-Yue reached out his forehead, an unbearable look.

       Fae Nu sighed secretly in his heart. This He-Yan shines in the martial arts arena and knows everything. I didn't expect to be so slow in ‘Guqin, calligraphy, and painting. This ‘Guqin has changed to any house in Shuojing City. Miss, who has studied the ‘Guqin, plays even better than this even at the age of five.

       It's been three days, and it's been three days, and the journey will start in two days, but He-Yan's ‘Guqin sound is separated by a wall, and no progress has been seen, as if it is because people are becoming more impatient and more difficult to sound.

       Chiwu is anxious. He secretly pulled Fae Nu several times in the dark and said, "Don't play, don't play! Shaoye, this is crazy, just find a man to play Fu-ren, and find nothing." Yes, it's not foolproof! Even if there is no shortage of people, it won't be so! "

       He didn't know the identity of He-Yan, and Feiyu was not good at talking, he only said, "Speak less, do more."

       But tonight, Feinu heart also murmured. He-Yan is so dull, can he really take such a heavy responsibility?

       Hanging.

       In the house next door, Lin Shuanghe waved his hands and said weakly, "He-Mei-mei, it's enough, it's enough, you can stop playing."

       He-Yan stopped, looked at him, and asked modestly :   "Brother Lin, can I improve today than yesterday?"

       Lin Shuanghe froze for a moment, speechless.

       Although he has advanced in ‘Guqin, calligraphy, and painting, he is not much outstanding, but anyway, it is also the personable gongzi in the capital. These scenes will still be one or two. I thought I had my own teaching, not to mention that I can practice particularly well in three days, at least I can do it.

       But looking at what He-Yan looks like today, I know that I originally entrusted myself.

       He had never seen such a woman who would not get into the oil and salt! After three days, not only did he not grow up, but it was harsher than every time. Lin Shuanghe now knows that someone in the world would have such a sound popped out of the ‘Guqin? It is said that those who are close to Zhu are close to those who are black. Anyway, Xiao-Yue is also a martial arts match, elegant and unparalleled. He-Yan and Xiao-Yue have stayed for so long.

       This Miss, she looked very hard, and she was so hard-working that she couldn't even say harsh words. It reminds Lin Shuanghe of a classmate when he was a teenager, and the same is true.

       Terrible.

       Lin Shuanghe stood up and smiled :   "Yes, very good, He-Mei-mei, you are really talented. As long as you work harder, you can be a blockbuster. In these few days you will Practice, wait until Jiyang, and let Huai Jin personally give you a pointer or two, and I see that you can also be a teacher. "

       He-Yan :   "Really?"

       Lin Shuanghe :   "It really can't be true anymore." He thought, He-Yan is too difficult to handle. He still knew the difficulties earlier and retired. This complicated teaching is left to Xiao-Yue himself. Solve, anyway, He-Yan is his person and his "Fu-ren", which is also a matter of Xiao-Yue.

       Thinking of this, there was no burden, and I felt relaxed for a while, and Lin Shuanghe laughed :   "Then I will not be here for the next two days. He-Mei-mei, practice more, practice more."

       He was light and debt-free and left.

       He-Yan is still skeptical, but it sounds very difficult to hear, but Lin Shuanghe said so, is there such a good thing?

       The interests of Fengya people are really different from ordinary people.

       ...

       In the remaining two days, in addition to practicing the ‘Guqin, He-Yan also found a space to bid farewell to Hong Shan.

       Jiyang is no better than Liangzhou City. It comes with work, but I am afraid that I will be outside for half a year, and I cannot come back to Liangzhou Wei. I haven't seen my former partner for so long, and I still miss it.

       "Are you going to work with Xiao Chief-Commander again?" Hong Shan approached, "Ahe, are you going to rise?"

       "Is it born? What is it?" The bird eggs that the wheat was picking up were just grilled out of the fire. They were very hot, and he twitched in his palms. "Who is going to have a baby?"

       The stone tapped his head lightly and looked at He-Yan :   "Take care all the way."

       He-Yan smiled, "Of course. Congratulations, you're in the strike camp."

       After the end of the year, some of the recruits went to the striker camp. Stone, Jiang Yan, Wang Ba, and Huang Xiong were listed. Wheat is young and the training is not very good. Hong Shan has always been mediocre. Fortunately, the two of them didn't care about it. Being an ordinary soldier is enough.

       "Where can you moisturize in the forward camp?" Wang Ba was sour when he seized the opportunity. "You can go out with Xiao Chief-Commander every three to five. You don't have to train daily, and you can sell it in front of your boss." OK, the gods are better than you. "

       "Brother Wang, this is not right. Brother He and Chief-Commander will go out, they will not be as easy as I thought. Maybe there is any danger," Jiang Yan looked at He-Yan :   "Be careful about everything."

       He-Yan stretched :   "I've always been careful."

       Seeing this, Huang Xiong twisted the beads on his neck and said, "Since you are uplifting, this time is a good opportunity. Xiao Chief-Commander is willing to bring you, it must be something in your body. If you can seize this opportunity and earn military service, you can go further than you want and do what you want faster. "

       He-Yan said, Xiao-Yue was willing to take her, and she really saw something in her, that is, she was a woman. I didn't expect it!

       "It's good to say." She waved, "Everyone rest assured, I'm all brothers who have fought over the flag on Baiyue Mountain, and Datong has been sleeping. Whenever I have a bite, there will be a bite of soup. If you can really be promoted, you will certainly not forget your robes. But I also believe that even without me, you can play your own part in Liangzhou. "

       "Well said!" Huang Xiong said, "It's a man who doesn't rely on people and himself."

       He-Yan smiled and looked at the vast sky of Liangzhou Wei.

       The distant mountains are snow-capped and will eventually melt away. Winter is over, and spring is coming soon. Jiyang is different from Liangzhou. The mountains are high and the water is far. Who knows what will happen in the future.

       She clapped her hands and stood up.

       The future will never come from thinking, but burying one head and constantly moving forward.

       End of the third volume

       Chapter 129 :  Fu-ren   

       From Liangzhou to Jiyang City, it will be almost a month.

       After the New Year's Spring, go all the way south, the more you go to Jiyang, the warmer the weather, when approaching, the wild flowers on the road are blooming a lot, and the swallows and mud have begun to build nests. Spring is true Arrived.

       Outside the city of Jiyang, Chiwu hurried over the carriage and said, "Shaoye, this is the best carriage you can buy near here."

       The carriage looks gorgeous, wrapped in fine peacock green silk on all sides, and the white veil inside is slightly flicked. Even if you sit in it, it is extremely spacious and comfortable. He-Yan felt tired after riding for many days, and now he can feel comfortable. He-Yan is already satisfied. Lin Shuanghe was also very picky, "That's it? I won't even take a look at this in Shuojing. This wood is too inferior. I didn't say I picked the most expensive one?"

       Chiwu :   "This is already the most expensive."

       He-Yan looked at Lin Shuanghe, and sighed in his heart. For so many years, this Shaoye style of experiencing happiness has remained the same. She couldn't figure it out. Xiao-Yue went to Jiyang to do business. Why did she bring Lin Shuanghe? Isn't this hindering yourself?

       It’s not just He-Yan who can’t figure it out. Lin Shuanghe himself was puzzled. He confirmed everything before leaving :   “Are you sure you’re right, take me to Jiyang?”

       Xiao-Yue :   "OK."

       "Why?"

       "Because your peers need a housekeeper."

       "Butler, housekeeper?" Lin Shuanghe was angry. "Have you ever seen a housekeeper like me?"

       Xiao-Yue glanced at him, "I've seen it now."

       Having said that, Lin Shuanghe himself also wanted to go out with Xiao-Yue to meet the world. He has never been to Jiyang, and I heard that Jiyang’s Miss are all beautiful. Wouldn’t it be a shame if I never saw it once in my life?

       So he complained a few words, and readily agreed to travel.

       I hurried along before and didn't care about the others, but now I’m coming to Jiyang City, I have to disguise myself. After all, here they are no longer Xiao Huaijin and He-Yan, but Gongzi, a wealthy businessman in Huzhou, Qiao Xiqing and his new Married wife Wen Yuyan, and two guards Chi Wu Fae Nu, steward Lin Shuanghe.

       Fae Nu took out the communication order and looked at the Jiyang City Gate in the distance. He said, "Shaoye, we entered the city and settled down at the inn. We had to buy two Maids."

       The wealthy businessmen Shaoye and Young Madam can't travel, even Maid doesn't take it, and they have to do their own food and clothing. Do not talk about Cui Yuezhi, because he doesn't believe it.

       "Buy Maid?" Lin Shuanghe said :   "I will go too, I will pick Miss ,!"

       Xiao-Yue didn't bother to pay attention to him, and only ordered Fae Nu to say, "Find a younger person and let them go home when Jiyang is finished."

       Feng-Nu should come down.

       Chiwu and Feinu rushed outside, the carriage slowed down, and slowly reached the gate of Jiyang City. Fae Nu gave the pass to the guard who guarded the city gate. The guard who guarded the city carefully looked at the black text on the order, and abruptly respected :   "It was Cui Zhongqi family, please come in."

       Lin Shuanghe asked, "Is Cui Yuezhi very high in Jiyang?"

       "I heard that I grew up with the daughter of the monk, both loyal and powerful, and won the trust of the daughter." He-Yan replied.

       Lin Shuanghe wondered, "How do you know?"

       He-Yan also :   "Listen to someone."

       Xiao-Yue glanced at her without speaking.

       He-Yan has not been to Jiyang, but he has heard some of the people and things in Jiyang. Just because her master Liu did not forget that she was from outside Jiyang City, and had talked with her about many anecdotes of Jiyang. After hearing more, she also yearned for Jiyang.

       It’s just that Han-wang’s land is troublesome. I didn’t expect to be able to ride Xiao-Yue wind now, and by the way, take a look at the water city in Liu mouth, which is really fresh.

       Chongli city of Jiyang is connected with thousands of households, and business is flourishing. Outside the city, there are canals and merchant ships gathered. The satin and tea produced in Jiyang go directly to Yangzhou along the Yuyang River. There are large and small rivers in the city, and small boats can be seen under the bridge, and the bow is full of small fruits and vegetables. This is the water market in Jiyang.

       Where did the original people see this kind of scene, He-Yan lay on the carriage and looked out, surprised.

       Lin Shuanghe sighed :   "This Jiyang fruit is as true as the traveler said, it is really a fairy-like place, no wonder it is easy to get in and out. If I come here, I don’t want to go. Look at Miss, The raw water spirits are different from those in Shuo Jing. "

       He-Yan :   "..." She said to her, that's not what you said when you were in Shuojing.

       She turned to see Xiao-Yue again. Xiao-Yue was sitting in the carriage. He didn't seem to have much interest in the bustling outside the carriage. He sits lazily, his eyes were flat and there was no surprise.

       "Chief-Commander, shall I go to the inn now?" She asked.

       "What Chief-Commander," Lin Shuanghe said immediately :   "It's all arrived in Jiyang, you can't call Chief-Commander, so as not to be exposed."

       He-Yan :   "What's my name then?"

       "Of course it's called husband!"

       As soon as the word “Fu Jun” came out, He-Yan and Xiao-Yue both shocked. The expression on Xiao-Yue face was even more indescribable. call."

       Wouldn't it be strange to call it later? He-Yan had a lot of pain in his heart. This errand looked so good. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to implement, and even the shame of people would be thrown away. No wonder the exchange terms were to enter the Nanfu soldiers.

       Xiao-Yue said, "Find an inn and settle down first."

       Jiyang is rich in resources and prosperous. You don't have to pick a lot to find an inn. Chiwu picked a place closest to the city center to get familiar with the city.

       Several people put down the heavier thing on the carriage first. Fae Nu came over :   "Shaoye, his subordinates have just inquired about it. There is a restaurant near here. The owner of the restaurant will help Maid to buy and sell large households. If you live here today, you can go to the boss to help you."

       Xiao-Yue nodded.

       He-Yan hesitated, and said, "I won't go."

       Several people made a move, Lin Shuanghe asked :   "He ... Young Furen, what's the matter with you?"

       He-Yan has nothing else, just can’t see others selling children and selling daughters, even if they know that some children have entered a big family to do Maid, they may not have a good time, but they are not very comfortable in the end. When they joined the army that year, in a war-torn place harassed by tartars, the people even sold their children and their daughters. If the son is better, at most it is sold to others for long-term employment, and more daughters are sold. He-Yan has seen it. Miss, 13, is sold to 60-year-old Lao-tou to make Qiesh. A piece of sesame seed.

       Human life is so low.

       She really doesn't like to see people being picked as goods.

       "I ... am I not a woman now?" She casually gave an excuse, "I can't run around in this dress, it doesn't look like Wen Yuyan, I think, there are any clothing stores around here, I'll buy Two pieces of women's clothes. If you have jewelry, also buy some. By the time we see Cui Yuezhi, we will not be exposed. "

       For convenience, she still borrowed Cheng-Lisu clothes. Right now in Jiyang, it's not appropriate to be a man.

       When Lin Shuanghe heard it, she thought what she said was quite reasonable, and she said, "That's OK."

       "Chiwu, follow her." Xiao-Yue said :   "Something will signal."

       Chiwu should come down.

       Xiao-Yue Fu looked at He-Yan again :   "You're nearby, don't go far, Jiyang is no better than Liangzhou, be cautious."

       He-Yan nodded :   "OK."

       "Then let's break up," Lin Shuanghe shook his fan. "Young Furen, remember to buy a few more beautiful clothes, so I can show them how beautiful our Central Plains Miss is."

       Xiao-Yue :   "Shut up."

       The three of them first went down to the inn's building and left, leaving He-Yan and Chiwu.

       Chi Wu said, what Lin Shuanghe said was wrong. He-Yan is not a woman. No matter how she dresses up, she can’t be beautiful or moving. What’s the point?

       He had just thought of this, and saw He-Yan looking into the mirror, pulling out the bun on his head, and for a while, a blue silk dropped on his shoulder.

       "you……"

       He-Yan turned his head :   "I am a man who goes to a clothing store to buy women's clothes. It's noticeable. How about letting off my hair first," she asked Chiwu, "how do I look now?"

       Chiwu :   "... Okay, okay." He murmured in the heart, why he didn't find He-Yan was actually a boy and girl, and thought he would be hard to look at as a girl, and now this guy has his hair scattered. ...... It really looks like a woman.

       No wonder Shaoye would choose him.

       "Let's go," Chiwu said, "while it's still bright, go around first."

       The two went out together.

       The city of Jiyang is farther south than Liangzhou, and the weather is much warmer. Now it is spring day, the sun slightly rises, and the sun is covered with warmth, and the willows emit a lush green, and the spring is boundless.

       There are hawks of hawkers everywhere. The people of Jiyang originally lived by fishing. The folk customs were warmly opened and everyone was hospitable. When passing by melon and fruit vendors, when I saw He-Yan and looked a few more times, I had to keep a few fortresses in He-Yan's arms and said, "Miss, get it, don't have money, and give you a try!"

       Chiwu :   "..."

       He was called Miss? This disguise is great too!

       He-Yan took it with a smile, handed it to Chiwu, and said, "Jiyang City is really good."

       No wonder then that Liu did not forget to mention Jiyang, his tone was nostalgic. Thinking of Liu--Never--Forgets , He-Yan has some concerns in her mind. Now that she is staying with Xiao-Yue, how can she find a suitable reason to go to the outside of Liu to forget her trace? Moreover, Liu did not forget the vagueness at the time. Now it seems that the city of Jiyang is so big that it is not easy to find someone.

       Just thinking, Chiwu had already asked the stall owner next to him :   "Brother, excuse me, is there a clothing store nearby?"

       The stall owner heard the words and laughed :   "Listen to the brother’s accent, isn't it Jiyang people? You are right," he pointed forward in a direction :   "Jiuyang Xiuluofang, the largest clothing store, has The best clothes. If you want to buy clothes, you can find them! "

       Chiwu thanked the stall owner and walked with He-Yan in the direction of the stall owner's finger.

       He-Yan was a little nervous.

       Chiwu asked, "What happened to you?"

       "It's a bit uncomfortable to buy women's clothes," He-Yan said.

       Chiwu nodded :   "It's quite uncomfortable."

       He-Yan has spent more time as a man than as a woman in past and present life. But even as a woman, I don't care much about dressing. Fuchu wears whatever he prepares. I really have to pick it myself. The heart must not make a joke and pick what is not suitable for him.

       But no matter how scared you are, you will have to endure this. Xiu Luofang is not far from here.

       The clay figurine owner said it right. Xiu Luofang looks very large. It has five floors and looks like a pavilion. The two guys in Tsing Yi standing at the door saw them coming and smiled and greeted the guests. One of them said, "Guest, is this your first visit to Xiuluofang?"

       He-Yan nodded :   "Yes, I want to buy some clothes."

       "May I ask you or this gongzi to pick clothes?" The man pointed upstairs :   "Liu Xiufang, the first layer is men's clothes, the second layer is children's clothes, and the remaining three layers are women's clothes. He paused and said, "The more you go up, the more expensive your clothes will be." He rubbed his hands with a smile, "Look ..."

       "I'll go to the third floor." He-Yan made a decision immediately.

       "Okay!" The man replied with a smile, "please follow me."

       The fruit here is really big, each floor is covered with fine carpets, and the repairs are also extremely beautiful. Unlike Shuojing's elegance, the layout of Jiyang is more beautiful and enthusiastic, just like them. Murals were painted on the wall, and it seemed that everyone was playing together. It's a long roll, and the water city is very lively, everyone is shoulder-to-shoulder, which is very interesting.

       Seeing He-Yan staring at the mural without blinking, the guy laughed :   "This is our water god festival in Jiyang. We eat by water in Jiyang, and we must worship the water god every March. Two Seeing that they are not locals, if the stay is long enough, they can just come and take a look at the Water God Festival, but it is lively! "

       "March?" He-Yan asked.

       "Yeah, just this month, the Water God Festival is fun! Miss,, if you go, you will not lose it!"

       The people here are enthusiastic and He-Yan didn't say anything, but he was a little curious about the water god festival in his mouth.

       On the third floor, the man stopped and said, "Here it is, Miss, please look first."

       He-Yan nodded, Chiwu was a little uncomfortable. This layer was full of women's clothes. He stayed here as a man, not quite decent, and he said to He-Yan :   "I'll wait for you downstairs, you Once you have chosen it, you can just tell me. "

       He-Yan said, "Yes."

       Chiwu is gone, and the guys continue to lead He-Yan to see, while explaining for He-Yan :   "This cherry red antique satin moon dress is best sold the day before, spring day is here, everyone likes it The red one looks the most conspicuous when walking on the green. This is the best way to attract the eyes of lovers. "

       "This black-colored silk peony prime jade skirt is also good, and with a fan, it looks like a fairy on the painting. It is elegant, elegant, elegant, and wonderful!"

       "Look at this, this colorful embroidered butterfly pattern skirt, with a hundred butterflies on it, is all stitched by our embroidery girl. Think about it, wearing such a skirt in the flowers will definitely attract a lot Butterflies, true and false butterflies are all around you, so much more! "

       He-Yan :   "..."

       The folks at Xiuluofang are very eloquent. He-Yan was so impressed by what he said that he just felt that every piece of clothing hanging on the wall was unique and exquisite, even if it was an ordinary woman. It can also be bright and attractive. She is the only one in this layer right now. If a few more people come to see the clothes, this guy is still busy?

       Fortunately, she is also a little discerning. She doesn't believe it all, but just sees the third layer all the way, she will inevitably feel dizzy. There are so many, I don't know which one to choose.

       He-Yan thought about it and looked at this guy :   "Brother, I rarely pick my own clothes on most days, so for a while, I don't know which one to choose. Or if you look for me, is there any Clothes that don't go wrong, don't pick people, and don't be rude at the feast? "

       That guy is also a savvy person. After hearing He-Yan saying that, and knowing that He-Yan is not going to pick clothes, he laughed and said, "Good to say. Miss, I look at your skin white, and we are with Jiyang Women are different, so outrageous looks, if you only choose clothes that do not go wrong, it would be a shame to bury your beauty? Or ... "He walked to a piece of clothes, and lifted a corner of the clothes for He-Yan to see "You look at this one?"

       "This Tianxiangjuan jade skirt is very thin and light to the touch, and the color is aqua blue, which matches your skin tone. The style is simple and generous, but if you wear it to a banquet, you will never be rude. There is only one skirt. If you like it, why not choose this one? "

       He-Yan walked in front of this skirt. This skirt looked much simpler than the ones just before. It didn't have so much flamboyance and was very comfortable to touch. He-Yan laughed and said, "Then ..."

       "I want this skirt." An oblique stab extended a hand, snatching the skirt from He-Yan's hand.

       He-Yan looked back and saw a young woman in a yellow dress standing in front of her, with apricot face and peach cheeks, Yanru Furong. It's just a little darker, and she in a very good shape and tall. She doesn't look at He-Yan with both eyes, as if there is no He-Yan in front of her.

       She was followed by two green clothes Maid, one said :   "Why are you still thinking about it, why didn't you say hello to Young-Lady?"

       The guy froze, and bent down to salute, "Yan Big-Young-Lady."

       The woman named Yan Big-Young-Lady snorted as a response.

       The guy turned his head again, wiped his sweat, and said to He-Yan, "Miss, why don't you choose another one?"

       Even if you are a fool, you should understand what happened. No matter where and when, this kind of people who rely on their families to run fearlessly are indispensable. He also innocent. He-Yan doesn't want to embarrass him. Besides, it's just a piece of clothing, and he laughs :   "Nothing, I'll just choose another one."

       "I'm sorry," the guy turned his back and whispered, "Yan Big-Young-Lady doesn't come to my clothing store on most days, even if it doesn't come to the third floor, I don't know why today What happened ... "

       "Nothing." He-Yan gave him a reassuring look. "No need to explain, I understand."

       "Many Thanks, Many Thanks."

       The guy walked to Yan Big-Young-Lady and laughed, “Yan Big-Young-Lady. May I help you choose clothes for you?”

       "What are you, still picking for me?" Yan Big-Young-Lady dismissed :   "You go and pick someone else, Ben Young-Lady doesn't need you to give pointers."

       The guy turned back aside and went back to He-Yan. Compared to the bitter, mean-faced Big-Young-Lady who was obviously more gentle and talkative, he laughed and said, "Miss, and look at this? This Su Embroidered Pipa skirt is waist-waisted, with sleeves It is also very wide, and it is beautiful to wear like walking in the clouds and mist. The color is also pear-white, Miss, and it must be ice muscle jade bones, and you are charming. "

       He-Yan laughed disgustedly, this guy sells clothes and sells clothes, and he opens his mouth when he is so proud. It sounds embarrassing. He-Yan looked at the dress and thought it was pretty good, and said, "Then this one is fine."

       As soon as the words fell, Maid next to Yan Big-Young-Lady reached out and pulled the dress pointed by He-Yan, saying, “This Big-Young-Lady I want too "

       Come again?

       He-Yan frowned slightly. If it was a coincidence, it was intentional twice. But she has never seen this woman, why is she frequently targeting her?

       She turned and faced the other person, politely asking, "Excuse me, this Young-Lady, can I offend you somewhere?"

       "No." Yan Big-Young-Lady looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "I'm just picking a piece of clothing. Why offend it?"

       "One or two things are naturally nothing," He-Yan smiled. "But you shouldn't wait for me to pick what you choose."

       Yan Big-Young-Lady pouted, proudly said :   "You don't seem stupid."

       "I don't understand, Miss, why?"

       "It’s good to ask everything, but Ben Young-Lady isn’t your teacher, why should I confuse you. I’m here today, even if I buy all the clothes on the third floor, that’s me You can buy it if you are not convinced. So many clothes, there is always one I don’t want. But ... ”She looked up and down He-Yan, with a tone of contempt,“ Look at you like this, neither Like how much you can afford. "

       The clothes of Cheng-Lisu worn by He-Yan were not bad, but they hurried away in the past few days. In the end, she came from the inn. She didn’t have time to change the clothes. In the eyes of others, she was naturally gray-headed and soiled. Face sour.

       What kind of luck she is, even when she comes out to buy a piece of clothes that she can wear, she can meet such a proud Big-Young-Lady. He-Yan deals with men. He is simple and rude. Even if he is not convinced, at most one fight. But women are different. She can't beat Miss on the street.

       "Xiu Luo Fang is not Miss, it was opened by the family," He-Yan said with patience, "I just want to buy a piece of clothes, and please Miss, please don't cause trouble."

       It’s okay not to say this. When she said this, the woman was like a cat on a tail, her whole body hair exploded, her eyes were wide, her voice was sharper than before, and she said, "Come on? How can I say that I am provoking trouble? Where does the country guy come from? I don’t know Ben Young-Lady, and I'm full of swear words! Want to buy clothes? Look at you shabby, can you afford it! "

       He-Yan :   "I ..."

       "Young Furen!" A voice interjected.

       He-Yan looked back, I don’t know when Xiao-Yue and Lin Shuanghe came here, Chiwu and Fae Nubi were behind, and there were two pink-clad little Miss, who were combed with double atlas. On the side.

       Xiao-Yue stepped forward, Jiyang women were beautiful and hot, men masculine and mighty, handsome and elegant young men like him, really rare.

       Yan Big-Young-Lady's eyes look straight.

       Xiao-Yue stared at her for a while, then suddenly hooked her lips, moved closer to He-Yan's ear, and the voice was very low, but it could just be heard by everyone around her.

       "What's panic, Fu-ren?"

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