Envy

That night it was stormy and windy, and the fragile flowers and trees in the palace cried and trembled in the rainstorm.The flames of the wall lamps on the aisle of the palace were extinguished.A few lights in the hall flickered on and off, True Monarch Li Hua lay on his side on the bed and broke his sword.The master's face was expressionless, but his usually cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.He thought, this person, he would never be able to surpass him in his life, and it seemed reasonable to die under the hands of his master.He was strangled by the neck, dying.

It is absurd that Zhenjun Lihua died, died by his daughter's sword.Lingzhi was weeping, holding the hilt of his sword.He wanted to turn around and touch the young girl's face, but Lingzhi avoided it, leaving only fear in his eyes.He couldn't figure out why his own daughter only had fear for him.

Yan Zhaohan can't win with weapons alone, he is just good at using people's hearts.Everything was expected, Lingzhi chose him.He tenderly watched the little girl walk towards him step by step, and took her into his arms.Didn't this come true?

The young man who attacked the palace turned into ashes on this day.The dead silence spread rapidly.The servant hiding in the corner was at a loss, trembling with fright, met Xin Junyi's eyes by chance, and found that it was even colder than Zhenjun Li Hua.

Later, he became the Shaojun.Before the sacrifice, Meng Tou was asked to attack the palace by name.She clearly knew that he was about to get married, so she just wanted to meet him.When Meng Tou came, he was full of travel and dust, wearing white clothes with peony and silver patterns, and his eyes were like cold stars.Salute respectfully and call him Young Master.

Still excited.

……

Meng Tou breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Yan Zhaohan lifted the quilt and slowly got off the bed.Walking to the gate of the hall, a servant came to help him carefully.The yin spirit guarding the aisle knelt down and saluted silently.

The night in the palace was extremely bleak, and the subdued Yin spirit stayed in a corner, looking at this long-lost proud gentleman with tears.His back was straight, and he was under the gaze of the ghosts.At the end of the walk, an old Granny Yin Ling hoarsely said: "Short...short..." She hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was broken, and tears flowed across the gully on her face.They were expecting that this Jun Yi would stop and talk to them.

He was led to Lingzhi's room.The waiter knocked on the door and left voluntarily.The room was not lit, but there were whispers.As soon as Lingzhi opened the door, two men's voices came from inside the room: "Young Master." One was gentle and the other was calm.She helped him sit down at the table.

The two ghosts in the room are known as "black and white judges" in the world.Bai Yi was the young master Liu Huai, and after his death, Yan Zhaohan collected his soul fragments and condensed them into Yin spirits again.The black clothes were given by the little prince Shen.After Yan Zhaohan became the young master, Shen Ci's soul found him in Xiqie Palace, and he died in battle.

Senior Brother Liu Huai said: "Young Master has become thinner. I heard from Miss Lingzhi that your eyes were broken and you were injured so badly. You should have come back with us at that time. I don't know where you went alone. In the past six months, Mr. Meng sent People came to inquire dozens of times."

"I want to go back to Fulian to have a look, and I've lived there for a while. I left in a hurry, so I can't tell you." The night was cold, and he covered his lips and coughed, "Meng Tou took care of me, and I've recovered better."

Lingzhi poured him a cup of tea and asked, "Where is Mr. Meng?"

"Already asleep."

"Just because Mr. Meng was here, I didn't talk about that. When Su Chuo came back, the wild spirits who attacked the palace were like crazy, crying all night. We couldn't sleep peacefully. The children in the palace cried too. Huihui Yun'er and the others were too scared to sleep, and knocked on my door in the middle of the night."

He took a sip of tea: "After the melee in Zhao Lin, I asked you to bring back those ghosts who attacked Qie Palace?"

Lingzhi replied: "Yes. They are all locked in the ground hub. When Su Chuo came, they were all in chaos. Maybe they suffered a little during Mingjue. He is indeed a talent to make Yin Ling suffer like this. "

Yan Zhaohan tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said calmly: "When I was in Pingyang, people under Su Chuo came to the inn to look for me. Afraid of bumping into Meng Tou in the lobby, they came in through the window. In fact, Meng Tou was in Huahua at that time. Lou Chuling is not by my side. The person who came said that Mingjue wanted to join forces with Xi Qiegong to get rid of Mu Mi."

"Mingjue suffered setbacks in Zhao Lin's battle, and now his forces are in danger, and he wants to win over the palace." Shen Ci said in a low voice, "What do you think, Shaojun?"

Yan Zhaohan hooked his lips: "It just so happens that I also hate Mu Mi."

Lingzhi felt that Shaojun was the scariest when he was really calm. He was obviously understating it, but it gave people a sense of fear for no reason.She asked softly: "Then, what should Mr. Meng do?"

He understood what she was asking. "It's been ten years." All that should be faded.He will never be like before, only guarding one Meng Tou.What has he learned over the years, decisive or scheming?He just remembered that the people of Zhao Clan couldn't escape the responsibility.He had to repay the torture he suffered in Mu Su back then.

Time was running short, and he didn't have time to exchange pleasantries, so he said to Lingzhi, "Tomorrow, write a letter for me and send it to Mingjuemen."

……

Meng Tou was lying on his side, propping his head on one hand, and when Yan Zhaohan approached, he asked coolly, "Where did Young Master Yan go so late?"

Before he could answer, he was dragged back to bed by Meng Tou.Meng Tou took off his shoes, pulled him to sleep, and covered the two of them with a thin quilt.Holding his hand and exhaling: "It's deeper, it's so cold."

Yan Zhao replied in a warm voice, "Come out."

Meng Tou's tone was somewhat accusatory: "You are a blind man who goes out to the latrine at night, what if you fall and knock somewhere. I woke up and found that you were not there, and I was in a panic. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"There is a servant here. The servant will accompany me." Yan Zhaohan said, "You are too sound asleep, I can't bear to wake you up."

"I don't care, from now on you either wake me up or hold back." Meng Tou wrapped him in his arms.

"Ah."

Yan Zhaohan hugged him back: "Third brother, I want to go back to Fulian. Do you want to go back to Musu?"

"Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you." Meng Tou kissed his forehead, "I just had a dream."

When I fell asleep, I still dreamed of those bright scenes.He saw the way many people in his memory called his name.Some are low, some are gentle, some are kind, some are stern, some are shy... They have different faces, different expressions, and their eyes are really looking at him.Meng Tou could almost see himself in their pupils.

He didn't know why he was anxious, why his heart was beating wildly, what he was looking forward to, and what he was flustered about.He searched in the crowded downtown, passed one stall after another, and saw lanterns one after another.Fire trees and silver flowers, blue boat light solution, Xiaomeng lake sound, qin, se and singing.He panicked.

The willow lake below the west building, the night wind blows.The surface of the lake is illuminated by hundreds of lanterns, sparkling.One person in Tsing Yi places a lotus lantern.

Meng Tou looked at that figure from behind and stopped suddenly.That person had dark eyes, thin red lips, and a loose blue shirt.When she saw him, she twitched the corners of her lips slightly and gave an intoxicating smile.

"Meng Tou?"

He embraced the man in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were lost, Zhaohan."