Luo Luo Jian Jia

【28】

Two years later.

It's another clear autumn.The autumn is crisp and clear, and there are no clouds in the sky.

Even if the climate is so comfortable, this season has never been favored by literati.The same temperature, if it is in spring, is called warm; in autumn, it is cool, even chilling.

The lotus in the pond is withering one by one in the wind, and along its withered stems, something that has been hidden for a long time can be seen.This pool of water is connected to the river outside the courtyard, and of course, along with the depletion of the river, the truth will come out.

Fish trapped in shallow water jumped out of the water frequently.Sometimes it is very close to the shore, and the water and sand that are stirred up even splash on people's faces.

In autumn, the fish is fat, and there are many anglers sitting on the edge of this unadopted wild water.From a distance, you can see large and small water splashes in their wooden barrels. It seems that the harvest is good.

There is only one exception.

On the edge of the fish pond near the mouth of the river, a fisherman has not moved for a whole morning.The breath on his body was even colder than the westerly wind this autumn, so no one dared to come forward and tell him that there would be no fish at all at that cliff mouth.

Maybe it was God looking down on this inexperienced fisherman, a fat and tender crucian carp turned over with a "click" and fell into his empty fishing basket!Everyone sighed.

But for a moment, their surprised eyeballs almost fell off——

This weird man picked up the fish, gave it a disgusted look, and then... threw it into the water!Then he sat cross-legged on the fallen driftwood again, motionless.

At this time, a chuckle came: "It's too small... Could it be that you plan to catch turtles at this river estuary?"

With his laughter, the buoy in the fisherman's hand moved, pulled and retracted, and it was indeed a herring with a pair of mouths connected together.The fisherman shook the pair of skewered fish and smiled.

"It seems that my trip was in vain." The man who spoke was dressed in blue and white, with a fox-like cunning gleam in his eyes.

"That's right!" The fisherman was not polite at all, he cut open the stomachs of two fish with one hand, and took out a blood-stained thing.Inside, there are two rulers, plain silk and silk!

The fisherman hurriedly read the cinnabar characters on the silk, and stared at the visitor with a curious look on his face, "What did you do?"

"Wei Zhuang, you think highly of me!" The visitor smiled, raised his head to look at the vast blue sky, and sighed suddenly, "Chi Su's passing on the book is interesting! It's really interesting!"

"Chen Shengwang..." Wei Zhuang smiled, Yun Gong turned the silk script into powder, "Speaking of it, this is still your idea, Zifang."

Zhang Liang was noncommittal, and sighed quietly: "I have destroyed some things, so it's time to restore the peace in this world."

"Anyway... this time, Qin Shihuang is finally dead!" Wei Zhuang took off the hat and threw it into the dead river, letting his white hair dance in the wind. The deer, sure enough!"

Although everything went according to plan, Zhang Liang was not as happy as Wei Zhuang.

"Sometimes, I hope that I can make a wrong calculation once or twice."

"how?"

"Zhao Gao colluded with Hu Hai and refused to send out the imperial edict. Young Master Fusu... was killed!"

Wei Zhuang frowned, and instead of following him down, he was quite indifferent: "Fortunately, he died in the hands of Zhao Gao..."

Zhang Liang turned his head with a icy smile, "Yeah, it's a good thing he's dead, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to stand together like this."

"Let's go, there are still some living people waiting for you to save in Songhai City!" Wei Zhuang sarcastically.

"Sang Hai..." Zhang Liang stood still, looking at Wei Zhuang with a complicated expression, "She may be here."

Wei Zhuang was startled when he heard the words, and turned around: "Who?"

"Your Highness Red Lotus."

"Enough!" Wei Zhuang's eyes sharpened, and he slowly pulled out the shark teeth of the demon sword behind him, pointing to the west, "Today's world is a world of great controversy, men should wear Wu hooks, and lash out their ambitions and all directions. Love, dare to bind me!"

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"I heard that Qin Shihuang died, and the Daze Township uprising broke out in the empire. Wei Zhuang has been waiting for this opportunity. If he doesn't show up again, he is really dead." Chi Lian murmured in his heart.

She was lying on the bed, there was a curtain outside the bed, and a screen outside the screen. Behind the screen, there was a figure, hazy, like black, or blue, but it might also be white, she was not sure.

"Zhuang?" Chi Lian murmured softly.

The figure disappeared immediately. "Zhuang—" The short cry did not call back the person, but Chi Lian was suddenly thrown onto the bed by something.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Bai Feng lost a lot of weight.Chi Lian smiled at him, but didn't move.

This pose is very imaginative, Bai Feng leaned over to Chi Lian, and smiled ambiguously in her ear: "Do you want to know who he is?"

All the stories were repeated, and Chi Lian heard him say: "Go after that vain hope, or wait here, or follow me?"

Chi Lian laughed silently again, the laughter became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a maniacal laugh.

"Hahahahaha..."

Bai Feng's face darkened.What kind of response is this?

Chi Lian suddenly said seriously: "Can I not choose?"

Bai Feng's face darkened even more: A woman with two boats on her feet! !

She's tired of all the options.

"Or, you can help me choose!" Chi Lian smiled charmingly and whispered in his ear.

My choice, do I need to talk about my choice?The white phoenix whistled and flew the two of them in the direction of the sun.

Fingers intertwined, those ice-blue eyes are like the blue sky.Chi Lian smiled back, and said lightly: "If you don't let me go, I won't let go again."

Bai Feng tightly clenched those hands, jokingly said: "I remember what you said!"

"Say goodbye to him!" Bai Feng looked at Sang Hai hazy in the water vapor, and finally took a step back.

"...Zhuang, I don't know why I don't want to face you again. Maybe it's because I don't love you anymore! Bai Feng said, you have your own ambitions, and you don't want to be an assassin for a lifetime for an illusory ideal. .”

"...I enjoy everything, except that I don't enjoy the pain. But I don't think so now. I will continue to live with the pain that I can't love. Our stories are always in the mouths of others, Not in my own heart. I will forget you, because if I miss you, I miss you. The fairy tale of holding hands and white hair is still so beautiful. But I have grown up and I don’t envy you anymore. Zhuang, I decided to leave you.”

Chi Lian put down his pen, and gently dried the bright red silk.She smiled, and the other she in her heart was crying.She will no longer be soft-hearted, she will no longer indulge herself, and she will no longer regret that she can't always be with Wei Zhuang.

Sweet blood oozes from her delicate lower lip.

There were no tears this time.As Guren, she really won!

"What a luxury, to actually write with cinnabar!" Bai Feng smiled brightly.

"Come with me, I'll leave it to him!" Bai Feng took Chi Lian's hand, and together they flew over the high eaves and landed outside the small wooden house outside Sanghai City.

"He's inside." Bai Feng let go, pulled out a feather, and nailed it under the eaves with a "dumb" sound, "It's done."

Chi Lian stared blankly at him, then at the house where no one was there.

"Don't worry, a 'blood book', he won't even be able to detect the smell of blood."

A letter of renunciation, with a stern bid to say goodbye to the past... Chi Lian thinks about it too.

"Now I'm sure that your feelings for me are no less than those for him." He smiled charmingly with great interest.

"No, you misunderstood Bai Feng." Chi Lian snorted coldly, "I asked you to take me away, and I asked you to be my tour guide and take me to a place!"

"What?" Bai Feng felt that the blood in his whole body was cold.He tried hard to find evidence that Chi Lian was just throwing a temper tantrum, but what a pity, she didn't look like she was joking at all.

"Last time you said, that Wusun with flying sand like a waterfall, I've always wanted to see it. Hey, don't you mind?"

Chi Lian folded his arms, turned around gracefully and walked away, with a sinister smile on his lips.

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"There is actually a letter here." Zhang Liang stepped forward and took off the silk nailed to the door, unfolded it and read it out in a low voice.

"... Zhuang, I have decided to leave you."

Zhang Liang looked at the already stiff figure, and raised the letter in his hand: "It's Chi Lian." After a while, he also became stiff—this was the first time he called Honglian "Chi Lian", and in his heart The bluish-red shadow in front of him was also forgotten by him at some point.

Wei Zhuang, who was still talking loudly just now, took off the farewell letter and quietly held it tightly.He wanted to pretend he didn't care, or to breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't.

"This is the feeling of really losing something." Zhang Liang didn't know whether he was trying to persuade Wei Zhuang, or the inner self.

Wei Zhuang spread out the crumpled letter and smoothed Chi Lian's handwriting, "I no longer have a homeland..."

Zhang Liang sadly said, "I've lost it a long time ago."

Ever since Princess Honglian approached Wei Zhuang in the cold palace, he was very close to his world, far away from South Korea and the person in Han Palace, so far that it was beyond reach.No, maybe earlier, as soon as he walked out of the six-foot compound gate outside the Han Palace, he was doomed not to return.

Even if you come back, a returning person who has only returned after ten years is already a returning guest.Things are different and people are different, what face does he have to face the dispirited princess——Honglian?

"Let's go, we promised to return her a brand new South Korea!" Wei Zhuang walked towards Sanghai with wind in his sleeves.