The Return of the Assassin Biography

Forget about me!Your fragrant stinky balls are still the nectar I picked for a month. I don’t know how hard it is to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire. "Qian Ling said, sat down at the table and poured water to drink.

"Of course I won't forget, my life is all given to you." The only ones who know his identity here are Qianying and his master.

"So, can I go out with you?" He stood up happily.

"Qianling" Qianying scolded.

"You can go out of the valley, why can't I go out, isn't it because of them! Why is it not safe?" He pouted and sat back.

"The world is not peaceful right now, Qian Ling should go out later! We will definitely treat you well and take you around for fun." Zhiyan said to him.

"Really?"

"Well, keep your word."

"What are you doing here?" Qianying asked him.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the master asked me to take them there, the master wanted to meet them."

After Murong Li changed his clothes, he followed Qian Ying Qian Ling to a wooden house.

Xun Yunsheng came out of the house and said to Qian Ying Qian Ling: "You guys go back first!"

"Master, I also want to go in and see Master!" Qian Ling began to act like a baby again.

"Look at another day, go back."

They had no choice but to walk out of the yard disgruntled.

Yun Sheng led them into the room. An old man was lying on the bed, with yellow hair all over his head, but his whole body was still resolute.

"Master, the co-lord is here!"

☆、Chapter 23 Ethereal Star Trail

"Master" Xun Yunsheng helped the old man up and leaned against the bed rail.

"Knowing that the co-lord is in the valley, I haven't visited him for so long. It's rude, please forgive me."

"Senior, please call me Ah Li! It's because I didn't come to visit you. Murongli is very grateful for everyone's help. I'm leaving today, and I'm very sad. Now I'm here to say goodbye to senior. I wish senior good luck." Align with the sky."

"The co-lord is serious. The co-lord is the one who is destined by the destiny. Naturally, we are blessed by heaven. Speaking of which, we still have some ties. Co-lord, please sit down and talk to the old man. The end is approaching. I always miss the old things of the old man. People who should have died a long time ago also lived nearly a hundred years longer, and the years have treated me well, so I should be content."

"Senior's physical and mental health is healthy, and he will surely prolong his life." Murong Li sat down on the chair next to the old man.

"It is also fate that Ying'er came out of the mountain to meet the co-master. Has the co-master seen that genus Lou sword? Now he recognizes me as Ying'er as the master. The one who hides from the world only wants to be safe."

The old man paused for a while and then said: "I feel that this year is coming to an end, the only thing I can't let go of is everything before retiring from the world. ...Where did the former Eight Swords go...In order not to leave any regrets when he passed away, Ying'er was sent out to travel around the world, and he never thought that he would meet the Lord of the world today, and we cannot escape the shackles of destiny!"

"I heard from Ying'er that there is still a book called "Liu Ren Broken Pages" circulating in the world, so let me start with the eight swords. The phrase "whoever gets the eight swords wins the world" was originally used Those who sing praises to the eight generals who protect the country, the Lord can stabilize the country with the support of the eight generals."

The old man leaned against the edge of the bed and did not speak for a long time, so Xun Yunsheng could only bend over and whisper: "Master!"

"Thinking of the past, I lost my mind and disrespect! This past event has passed through my mind, as if it was yesterday, the Lord may wish to listen to my gossip."

"Senior, please enlighten me!"

"Hundreds of years ago, Zhonghengda was a mess, the jungle was prey to the strong, and the people were in dire straits. At this time, a capable person rose up and gave birth to the heart of unifying the world. He called on capable people and strangers everywhere, traveled around, and recruited militiamen along the way. The team grew day and night. It lasted three years. , and finally unify Zhonghengda..."

"After more than 200 years of Juntian's unification, by chance, the master found an ancient book called "Legend of Liuren", which recorded the casting method of twenty divine swords. Xu was the person who wrote the book. Believe in the gods, the method of casting swords is very evil. The twelve swords correspond to the stars of the four images and the eight trigrams. The kiln built on the top of the mountain is used to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. The eight swords must be forged with blood..."

"The co-lord wanted to win over all countries, so he wanted to give them the sword written in the book, and named eight brave generals as generals to protect the country, to assist the four county kings..."

The old man spoke very slowly, always saying a paragraph and stopping for a while, as if he was recalling what happened a hundred years ago.

"The casting is inherited by a generation of swordsmiths. The book "Legend of the Six Rens" is only read by a few casting masters and must not be leaked. The four swords corresponding to the four elephants do not need to be cast with blood. They have been cast in half a year. The king of the county is used as the sword of the town. The other eight swords need to be cast with blood. Every few days, the eight generals will bleed to the sword pool. This lasts for more than a year. was born, and was given to the eight generals respectively..."

"Swords are indeed good swords. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages. It is extremely sharp. It can communicate with the owner of the sword. The eight swords can also reflect each other. Once you get close, you will feel it. It's just... There are advantages and disadvantages. As long as one sword owner dies, the other The sword master also has a feeling, ranging from unbearable heartache to severe heart damage, so that the check and balance of the four kingdoms can be achieved..."

"A hundred years ago, Zhongyuan was in a state of depression, and the lord of the Communist Party worked hard day and night, and tried his best, but failed to change the difficult situation. The people were still in dire straits... A few years later, the lord of the Communist Party collapsed, and the four counties had no leaders, and successively established themselves as countries..."

"After living in peace like this for a few years, the rumor that 'the one who wins the eight swords wins the world' spread everywhere. We all know that this is deliberately done by someone with a heart. The purpose is obvious. The world will definitely ignite the flames of war."

"The overall situation is irreversible. The owner of the eight swords must be the first to suffer. At that time, my best friend, General Yu, had already built a family, so he felt reclusive and advised me to leave together. I hesitated between loyalty and righteousness." When there was no decision, General Yu was forced to withdraw from Zhongyuan. This act prompted my king to move forward. I heard with my own ears that my king planned to seize the eight swords, and wanted to massacre the brothers who founded the country with him... There was a sudden change in the Sun Palace, I witnessed my king killing the swordsmith family, heartbroken, I also decided to leave..."

The old man stopped for a long time, as if he was in the bloody storm of the year.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that in the year when I forged swords with blood, I met a swordsmith. When he was dying, he gave me the "Legend of the Six Rens" written by him, and asked me to leave the palace. With the sword and the book, he left the palace with several of his subordinates, and fled all the way to Yunshan."

"The trend of this world is that if you unite for a long time, you must divide, and if you divide for a long time, you must unite. Up to now, I don't know how many times I have been divided and united. It is not easy for the co-owner to be able to dominate the world at such a young age. The co-owner is the successor of the Burning Shadow Sword." , is also a descendant of an old man, and I am very pleased to be able to meet here again. The eight swords and stars have died and the six swords have died. and books."

"Senior is serious! Knowing everyone is Murong Li's blessing, so how can you be ungrateful?"

"Yun Sheng, bring the sword and the book to the co-master! It's useless for us to keep them."

"Yes, Master."

"The eight swords do not have the divine power to unify the world. If they are not used properly, they will cause divisions in the world. If they are used properly, they will unite the hearts of the people in the world. Good and evil lie in this thought."

"Murongli will definitely take care of it, and will not let it be passed around in troubled times, senior, please rest assured." As smart as Murongli, how could he not know the old man's intentions when he saw him this time.

"My long life, whether it's wasted or dragged on, can be finished in just a few words! I'm tired too, so you all go back first! If you have trouble with your legs and feet, I won't see you off. I wish you a safe journey." The old man closed his eyes and murmured: "A sword is just a sword, and what controls the sword is actually the human heart."

"Murongli thanked senior for saving his life. Murongli will definitely remember it in his heart. I only hope that the Empty Spirit Valley will remain clear and don't mess around in this chaotic world." Murongli knelt down and kowtowed to the old man a few times.

"Ah Li, let's go out first, I have a few words to say to senior." Zhiban helped Murong Li up, Murong Li looked at him and walked out.

"The eldest prince of Tianquan Kingdom will hold a banquet to meet the old senior. May I ask the senior's surname to be Xun Yifeng."

"My teacher did call him by this name, how does the young master know?" Not many people know this name in Gu Zhong, let alone an outsider of his age.

"Senior, you still remember a man named Gu Yue, who is my ancestor."

The old man clenched the corner of the quilt tightly with his fists, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a line of clear tears flowed from his sunken eye sockets, sliding down his dry cheeks.

"Is he still alive?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, it has always been in my Heavenly Power Kingdom."

"How is he now?"

"The body is still in good health, but the legs and feet have been bad in recent years. The ancestor often talked about the senior with me, and I miss the senior very much."

"Really, it's really regrettable to hear such gratifying news when a person is about to die." Another line of tears fell from the corner of his eyes as he spoke.

"My teacher has always known that senior is in Yunshan, but it is inconvenient for him to be a dead person, and it is inconvenient to find him because of his special status. I am afraid that the general will cause trouble. Now that everything is over, I want to take the general to my heaven. Take care of your life."

"My child, I am satisfied with your heart. I don't want to leave Yunshan in this life. I don't know what kind of expression I will wear in front of him when I die. Witnessing death to each other is too cruel." The old man said from under the pillow. He took out a dagger.

"This is the dagger given by Gu Yue. I have always carried it with me. It is a pity that his family of swordsmiths suffered such a disaster. It is all because of our eight bloodthirsty evil swords. The fate of a person... Please trouble the king to bring it to Gu Yue! It can be regarded as a gift for an old friend."

Zhiyan went to the bed and knelt down to take the dagger. The old man took his hand and said, "My child, no matter what you encounter and what kind of life you live, it is the content of life. No matter whether you love or hate, don't be attached to everything. Remember , not to be attached."

Hold the dagger tightly at the banquet, the brilliance of the scabbard shows that you often hold it in your hand.

The old man put down his hands, closed his eyes, and murmured: "I often hear the sound of swords being hammered and hammered. The clanging sound still lingers to this day."

Zhiyan walked out of the hut, and Murongli was still waiting for him in the courtyard. He looked at the snow-covered mountain top and Murongli in red dress standing under the peach blossom tree, and suddenly felt that it was out of reach.

Strangers in the world of mortals, one foot away from the horizon.

"Your Majesty is fine!" Murong Li walked over.

"No problem, let's go..."

Xun Yunsheng brought thousands of shadows and spirits, and villagers who had never met before all came to see him off. The villagers handed him baskets full of food. Perhaps they could not give such a precious gift as the blood jade hairpin. , but the basket full of melons, fruits and dry food was enough to make him have mixed feelings.

"If you have free time next winter solstice, please come back and take a medicinal bath. You must also be careful of the severe cold, and don't be obsessed with it." Xun Yunsheng softly reminded him, which made him feel the love from his parents. When he came back, he said is back...

"Also, don't forget the promise you made to me. I will definitely find you when I go out to wander the rivers and lakes. You can take me to eat and have fun." Qian Ling took Murongli's hand and shook it.

"It's a word."

"Also, you have to put away the sword I gave you. I usually don't want to touch it!"

"To steal someone's love, Murong is ashamed."

"I'm joking with you! I'm not a stingy person. If you miss this place, you can come back and stay for a while. We welcome you."

"Ok!"

"A Li, let's go!" Zhiban helped him onto the boat...

The boat sailed into the cave, and Murongli stood at the stern looking at the beautiful Ethereal Valley. It was a gift of time to have such a tranquility in this life. Let him take another look at the peach blossoms all over the mountain and the simple people on the shore...

☆、Chapter 24 Prosperous Settlement

The horse's hooves made a 'da da' sound on the stone road, and the carriage slowly drove into the Tianquan King City.

All the ministers stood under the towering city gate to welcome Murong Li's arrival, and the similar scene repeated itself, but his mood turned from increasing hatred to disapproval. Hearing that the co-lord was still alive, his first thought was this easy-to-get country It turned into a bubble again.

It's just that it hasn't been obtained yet, and it can't be said to be lost.

"Welcome the Lord to return to the court." All the ministers bowed their hands and bowed.

Zhiyan jumped off his horse and walked in front of the ministers: "Master Murong is ill, so he won't get out of the car! It's very cold, all the ministers should go back first!"

I have done the proper manners, it doesn't matter if he appreciates it or not, anyway, there are very few people who are looking forward to seeing his face, it is best if he doesn't get off the car, how can the damned person come back alive, life is really big...

"A Li..."

"master……"

Everyone searched for their reputation, and saw Mo Lan running out of the city gate holding Nian Nian, pushing everyone away to the carriage, Mo Lan carried Nian Nian into the carriage, and climbed up along with him.

They got into the carriage under the watchful eyes of everyone, and everyone looked helpless, how did he come out of such a cynical person, it is really like birds of a feather flock together.

It's nothing to do with yourself, and you hang it high, and everyone doesn't bother to care about such trivial matters. It's better to have less than one more thing.

Mo Lan and Zhan Nian led Murongli into the Mingyue Tower with one hand and one hand, and asked about his health all the way, but they were reluctant to let go, so the banquet could only follow behind.

"A Li, we're home! A Li, sit down quickly." Mo Lan helped him to the table in the hall and sat down.

"Master, they all said that you will not come back, Nian'er misses you." As soon as Mo Lan let go of her obsession, she threw herself into his arms again!

"Enough is enough for you two! Let go." Seeing them scrambling all the way at the banquet, it was really annoyed.

"Your Majesty..." Mo Lan was a little unhappy.

"Let Ah Li rest!"

"Wufang, sit down for a while!" Murongli only looked up to him, but was rubbed by the child.

"Is Ah Li hungry?" Mo Lan turned around and shouted like a servant: "Hurry up and get some food."

"Master, can Nian'er come back to live in the future?" He obsessed with his head and asked with round black eyes staring at him.

"Yes! Where does Nian'er live during this time?"

"I went to Mr. Mo's house."

"Have you missed your homework?"

"No, Nian'er is hardworking."

Mo Lan said to his attendants: "Go and bring the little prince's things here."

"Yes" the attendant wanted to retreat humbly.

"Wait a minute... and mine, all my things are brought here."

"what?"

"Ah what! I will live here for a while in the future."

"Yes" the servant backed out.

"Isn't it appropriate for the Princess to do this?" Zhi Yan stood by and watched this funny scene.

"What's wrong, there are so many rooms, Ah Li lives alone, it's deserted, do you want me to run around in this cold weather? Is it Ah Li?" He turned his head and asked Murong Li.

"Follow the princess!" Now he is also afraid of desertion.

"Ah Li, rest! I'll come back later."

"Your Majesty, let's deal with it first!"

Zhiyan passed by Mo Lan, stopped and said softly, "Stop making trouble with me!"

"Understood!" Mo Lan muttered.

Zhiban walked out of Mingyue Tower, and ordered to the attendants who followed: "Bring some stoves over here."

"Yes"

After holding the banquet, he entered the ancestral hall and saw his master still sitting in the hall.

"Master, why are you still awake!" Zhi Yan squatted down beside him.

"They said you came back, so I figured you would come."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm late."

"It's okay, I can't sleep either."

"This is what the old man asked me to bring to you." Zhi Yan put the dagger into his hand.

"He's okay!" The old man stroked the dagger, with no great sorrow or joy on his face.

"Well, it's so beautiful there, with peach blossoms all over the valley, and a beautiful waterfall."

"Really?" A smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Where does Master want to go? My child can take you there."

"Not going, it's very good here! I can't bear to leave you."

"Master, in the future, the child will come to accompany Master often."

"Okay, okay, Yan'er has grown up." The old man patted his head: "Go back quickly! It's cold at night, so don't come here when it's late."

"Yes, I see." Zhiyan pushed the old man into the back room.

…………

It has been a few days since I came back, and the executive banquet of Mingyue Building has sent someone to re-arrange it. The windows and doors have been hung with curtains, stoves have been installed in each room, and a few low tables have been placed in the study. A thick bedding was laid, and all the desks in the water pavilion and pavilion were ordered to be removed.

"Why hasn't the king come over these two days!" Mo Lan flipped through the bamboo scrolls on the shelf.

"Just came back, there must be a lot of things to deal with."

"You just help him talk every day." He dropped the bamboo scroll and sat down opposite him: "I forgot, what should I do with that Luo Min?"

Murongli raised his head, looked at Mo Lan for a while, then lowered his head and continued to write his book: "Give death! The monarch is gone, there is no place for him in this world, how many lives have been harmed to my Tianquan, death is not a pity .”

"Is he really an assassin lurking in my sky? I can't believe that the king has always entrusted him with important tasks."

"Does Mo Lan want that Kaiyang? Kaiyang has no owner now, so it's better to give it to Mo Lan." Murong Li stopped writing and looked at Mo Lan.

"I don't want it. I can't even look at the little Jiacheng County. If this pressures Kaiyang on me again, I'm afraid I won't be able to breathe. Last time, the king blamed me for being useless in his position. Woolen cloth!"

"Then what if Feng Muyan becomes the magistrate of Kaiyang County?"

Mo Lan rolled her eyes and thought about it for a while and said, "No, it's too far away from Tianquan, it's better to stay in my hometown. If Ah Li wants to seal Muyan, let him be the Prime Minister of Jiacheng County!"

"Isn't that overkill?"

"Also...why is Ah Li so nice to me?"

"Mo Lan has the kindness to know you, and he still has a sincere heart for me so far. In comparison, I often feel ashamed of being close to your mind at that time."

"Why do Ah Li think so, I don't mention the past! I have to study hard with you now. I know that everyone looks at me as an eyesore. In the eyes of others, I am now ignorant and useless. The dead."

"Why, I really envy Mo Lan!" Murongli looked up at him again.

"The world is boundless and time is limited, so why rush around."

"Mo Lan is free and easy."

"There, I just saw your bamboo scrolls! Whenever you meet a scene, pick up greenery and find fragrance...how do you say it later?"

"Looking at the splendor of the flowers and branches, listening to the singing of the birds and playing the reeds, enjoying the leisure time and spending time in a chic way."

"A Li is really amazing."

Murongli continued to copy his book with a smile on his face.

Afternoon the next day.

"Commander, the Prime Minister is asking to see you." The servant came in and announced.

"Please come in!"

"Meet the co-lord."

"Prime Minister, no courtesy." Murong Li got up to greet him.

"I heard that the co-lord is ill, so it's inconvenient to disturb me. I just came to see you today. How are you doing in the near future?"

"Prime Minister Lao is missing, I'm fine!"

"It's getting cold, I come here to see what the co-lord needs. There are still enough clothes and quilts for the charcoal fire. If the co-lord needs anything, he will order his servants to prepare."

"Murongli would like to thank the prime minister for his concern, and will definitely speak up if necessary."

"The minister will retreat first."

"Prime Minister, there is no owner of Kaiyang now. Since it was laid down by Tianquan, let it belong to Tianquan. The prime minister and the king should arrange to take over as soon as possible!"

"Thank you, co-lord, I'm going to discuss this matter with the king, and I'm leaving."

"Prime Minister, go slowly." Murong Li followed to the door.

……

Murong Li walked to the side of the backyard, opened the pigeon coop, grabbed one and let it out, he pulled his clothes and looked at the gray sky, probably it was going to snow.

"A Li, where are you, A Li! Mengmeng is here!" Mo Lan stroked Mengmeng: "Little devil, where is A Li?"

"It's still there just now!"

"Stop reading, come out and play with Mengmeng."

"Don't bring him down." Murong Li walked out.

"A Li, where have you been?"

"Sitting for a long time, walking around."

"The co-lord was sent by the king's servants." The servant came in with a stack of clothes.

"Leave it alone!" Murong Li went to the living room and sat down.

"What is it! Let me see." Mo Lan picked up the robe on the table, a set of scarlet cotton velvet winter coat, embroidered with auspicious cloud pattern with red silk thread, and a scarlet cloak trimmed with gold trim and feathers. Dress up for the ceremony.

"Look at the gorgeous clothes and embroidered jacket, brocade clothes and jade belt, the king is really partial." He picked up another set of small black clothes with white borders: "Ah... there are even little ghosts, why don't I have mine?" Momo Lan looked unhappy.

"The county king is still working on it. Seeing that the sky is getting colder, I sent the king and the young master over first." The servant returned to him.

"Even if he still has a little conscience, do it for me quickly, you go down!"

"Come on, Ah Li, try it on."

"It's not cold in the house, so wear it when you go out later!"

"Nian'er, come here, you have new clothes!" Mo Lan called to the study.

Obsession ran out, holding his new clothes, smelling them vigorously, tilting his head and said to him: "Master Mo, how about we make a new clothes for Mengmeng too?"

"If you don't tell me, I wouldn't have thought of it! Come on, take Mengmeng to make clothes."

The servant came over and led Mengmeng out.

In the early morning, a gust of cold wind poured into the bedroom, blowing the bead curtains and making a crisp sound.

Zhiyan got up and walked to the front of the building, and what caught his eyes was the vast white Yejie, his Tianquan Wangcheng pavilions and buildings, covered with thick snow.

There was also thick snow around the Mingyue Tower Water Pavilion on the opposite side, and there was such a big change overnight.

"Your Majesty, come in and change first, it's getting cold!" The servant stood behind him.

"Go get a big tank and bring the koi from Mingyue Tower into the house."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Murong Lilai didn't want to move in the brocade quilt, he had nothing to do in this winter, he became more and more lazy, the stove was heating up, making the whole room warm.

Hearing that it was a bit messy outside, I didn't even think about watching it.

"What's going on outside?" He sat up and asked the servant.

"They are catching koi! The noise made the king rest! The king should sleep for a while!"

"Why do you want to catch it?"

"It snowed last night. It is estimated that the water in the creek will freeze in a few days. It should have been moved into the house earlier, but the servants were negligent. The king sent someone to send a big tank over this morning and remembered it. thing."

"Has Master Mo woke up?"

"not yet."

Murongli just lay down now, it's snowing, no wonder he is so sleepy today.

Leaning against the bed rail with his eyes open, a black figure flashed in front of his eyes, and instantly stood at the head of his bed.

"Do you have any orders from the king?" It was only a messenger that he placed in heaven.

"Give this letter to Fang Ye." Murongli took out a letter from under the pillow.

"Yes." The messenger took the letter and disappeared in a flash.

"A Li, A Li..." Mo Lan ran in with her skirt lifted.

"Who is Ah Li talking to!" Mo Lan looked at the shaking bead curtain.

"No! Is Mo Lan okay?"

"It snowed outside last night, let's go out and play!"

"Isn't it cold outside?" Now he is so afraid of the cold.

"Didn't your majesty make winter clothes for you? It just so happens that you can put them on today. Ah Li looks at me. This is what your majesty made for me. It's the first time he's made clothes for me when he grows up. It's still in the favor of A Li." Mo Lan opened his hands and twirled around, all of them were made according to the style of his usual clothes, which were similar, but there was some dandy charm, as if he had just met Zhi Ming Such a naughty look.

"Master, master..." Another little one came.

"Look at my new clothes, do they look good?" Zhuan Nian ran in and turned around in front of him.

"nice!"

"Master, it's so white outside, it's beautiful, let's go outside and make a snowman!" He climbed onto the edge of his bed.

"Bring the clothes." Mo Lan said to the servant behind him.

Murongli was picked up by them just like that.

The koi has been moved to a large tank and placed in the hall. As soon as I stepped out of the door, the cold air hit my face. It is completely different from the warm air in the house, with a fresh breath in the cold.

He had already been forced to put on that fiery red dress, and there were only a few yellow leaves left on the branches of the Yuqiong flowers in the courtyard. He hadn't taken good care of these Yuqiong flowers these days after he came back, and he almost never stepped out of the door.

Murongli went to the pavilion, picked up his potted flower, the branches were covered with a little frost, it looked so pitiful.

"Mo Lan, this won't freeze to death!"

"No, it will sprout when spring comes."

"Bring it back to the house!"

"I don't need it, A Li, as long as it survives this severe winter, its vitality will be good, and it will grow upwards next spring."

Murongli had no choice but to put down the flowerpot with suspicion.

Mo Lan and Zhuan Nian shoveled the snow into a pile and began to build a snowman at the door.

Zhi Yan stood on the balcony and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him. He was dressed in a gorgeous red dress, lingering on the white snow. He stood by and watched Mo Lan and the others make a snowman with a leisurely look. Occasionally, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a smile.

Just this touch of red and the smile on the corner of his mouth is enough to melt the white snow in front of him.

If the heart does not move, the wind will do nothing to me.

If you don't hurt, you will be fine.

"Does Your Majesty want to go there?" Mu Yan asked him.

"No, let's go to the ancestral hall!" Zhiyan turned and went back to the house.

The author has something to say: I just want to spoil Mo Lan, so why not spoil him to heaven

Believe that I am not the only one who likes Molan

☆、Chapter 25

Time passed so unhurriedly, the creek was covered with thick ice, and the pure white world also had a different scene.

Mo Lan lay on the couch in the study room, covered her lower body with a brocade handkerchief, raised her eyebrows and looked at Murongli and Yi Nian.

"I said you two don't bother to write and draw all day long, why don't we do something interesting."

"What does Mo Lan think is interesting?" Murongli looked up at him.

"How about going out on the street... How about going to a restaurant to listen to music?"

"Master doesn't like it, does he?"

"If Mo Lan is bored, you can do something for me. In the past few days, I have been thinking about repairing the yard, laying a few stones by the stream to facilitate watering and watering the flowers, and building a mountain view by the stream. , build flower ponds at the corners of the walls, and when the next spring comes, all the Yuqiong flowers in the pots will be moved to the flower ponds, Mo Lan said, would that be good?"

"Ah Li can fix it if he wants to!"

"Looking at Mo Lan's lack of interest, it's better not to repair it!"

"Don't! Ah Li, since Ah Li wants to cultivate, then I will find someone to do it!"

"Then I will leave this matter to Mo Lan, thank you for your hard work!"

After the Prime Minister and General Lu left the court, they walked side by side on the road, holding hands and exhaling cold air.

"I heard that demon... oh, that Murongli is tossing around again, it's so cold."

"It's repairing his water pavilion, let him alone! It's not a bad thing for him to be in my power, and all countries should be afraid of my power."

"A few days ago, I went to see him. I was very respectful, but I didn't put on airs. I heard that the vehicles that transported sand and gravel came in and out at night, and the palace roads were cleaned up early in the morning. This seems to be his style. It's haunting." They talked and walked away.

……

"Your Majesty, Lord Fang is here."

"Come in, please!" Murong Li put away the Yan Zhi in his hand.

"Your Majesty." Fang Ye entered Mingyue Tower, followed by two large suitcases: "Go to the study."

At this moment, Mo Lan came out and stopped him: "Wait a minute, what is this?"

"Send some bamboo rolls to the king." Fang Ye replied.

"Is my Tianquan still short of bamboo scrolls? Please trouble Mr. Fang to send them all the way." Mo Lan looked suspicious.

"I came here specially to visit the king, and the king has recovered." Fang Ye looked at Murongli.

"It's okay, let's go to the study!"

Mo Lan followed her in: "Let me see how your Yao Guang's book is different."

The entourage opened the box, and it was neatly piled up to a full box. Mo Lan grabbed a roll, opened it, looked at it, and then dropped it: "Ah Li, do you want to read all of these! It's boring!" I really can't understand.

"Your son is not the other, know the joy of the other." Zhuan Nian sat in front of a few desks, copying the book, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"You too..." Mo Lan was so annoyed that she had nowhere to vent her anger.

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"Has Fang Ye gone back?"

"I came back after two days."

"What is he doing?"

"I think they came to see Lord Murong."

"Where's the little bottle I put here!" Zhi Yan suddenly found that the medicine bottle on the desk was missing, he lost his mind, threw his pen on the note, and flipped through the things on the table.

"Your Majesty, what kind of bottle is it?" Mu Yan walked over.

"come..."

"What is your order?" The servant looked at him timidly.

"Where is the medicine bottle that this king put here!"

"My little man sees that the medicine bottle is empty. I'm afraid it will hinder the king, so I put it on the shelf." The inner servant took it from the shelf and served it for the banquet.

The banquet executive took the medicine bottle and said to him: "From now on, don't mess with the things on the table."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, what is this?" Mu Yan looked at him nervously about the small medicine bottle.

"The bottle containing the medicine, I'm used to looking at this empty bottle every day." The pill exuding a strong fragrance was used up in the Kongling Valley and on the way back, but now when I am busy until late at night, I often hold it in my hand.

From winter to spring, the snow melts and drips from the eaves, and water curtains are hung everywhere.

The earth rejuvenates and everything recovers.

In March, the feathers he planted sprouted new shoots, and since he ascended the co-lord position, he has been in this heaven for a whole year.

Just because he was in his heart, it was the only light in his gloomy life, which made his life less hatred and more beautiful vision: I only hope the world is peaceful, and everyone around me is safe and sound.

Mo Lan and he moved Yuqiong into the flower pond that had been built, and in the afternoon they often did some work of carrying water, fertilizing, and catching insects.

The Yu Qiong in the courtyard has sprouted flower buds, and two tables are placed in the waterside pavilion, plus Mo Lan's short ones.

After the banquet, I will often come to sit, drink tea and eat together.When he is busy, he will find time to stand on the balcony and watch the scenery of Mingyue Tower. Murongli and Jiannian often practice swords in the courtyard. They are dressed in red cloud gauze and hover among the flowers. Then he lost his color in an instant, how can there be such a stunning person in the world, so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed, and he only wants to look at it from a distance and can't bear to be obscene.

In the afternoon of this day, Murong Li was sitting in the booth making a painting, while Mo Lan was eating pastries, waiting for him to finish his painting.

Recently there are always butterflies and bees around him, causing him annoyance, Murong Li wrinkled his nose and shook his head to shake off a butterfly.

Putting down the pen, frowning.

"Are you ready? Ah Li." Mo Lan bent over to look.

"I'm painting for the first time, and I always feel that something is wrong? I lack a trace of fortitude!"

"How do you say it's the first time? Isn't Ah Li copying every day?" Mo Lan picked up the painting and looked at it, and immediately called out: "Ah! This is the king, look how much this looks like the king. ! This crown, this white robe..." Mo Lan stood up, stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth, and ran out of Mingyue Tower.

"Mo Lan, where are you going?" Murong Li called out to him from behind.

"He! He's gone to present the treasure, like a child, naive." Zhuan Nian withdrew his sword and returned to the pavilion.

"Don't make unreasonable comments on others, praise and criticize in your chest, and hide your age, don't need to speak."

"It's the master, the disciple knows it's wrong."

Murongli picked up the scroll and sat there for a long time...

So far, there are only a few confidantes by my side, so how can I not be lonely, wandering around for several years, alone, as if returning to the year when the country was subjugated and wandering alone, but now I live in a golden cage made by myself, and my thoughts are hidden in the snow.

One year old and one year old, the plum blossoms outside were shaken to the ground by the wind and rain, but he couldn't, lamenting his fate like ordinary people, and simply let the loneliness spread.

The fleeting time is fleeting.

Turn around is the third year.

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Zhiming stood in the small boat and looked back at the island in the middle of the lake. He also came in with a small boat three years ago, so it seems like yesterday.

Past love and hatred are buried in the cracks of the years. After three years of baptism, every memory and mood in Zhongyuan is still as clear as yesterday. If you have never met, life will still be so gorgeous.

For the past three years, I have been guarding this good field and Xuan room. I am at ease, burning incense and playing swords, holding the breeze and bright moon in my arms, smiling at the spring and autumn withering, and the fleeting years passing by. Although it is peaceful, I often feel lonely.

Until now, he also clearly knew what he wanted, if God gave him more