Jade clear

The hysterical broken and incoherent shouts in the flames filled the sky, and all the burning things were disintegrated in the eyes.

Kunlun collapsed, and its spirit collapsed.

Looking from a distance, the ground under the feet of the boy who was the source of the chaos was still cracking and breaking.

The strings in his hand were suddenly broken, his eyes were bloodshot, his body was burning with fire, and his heart was in pain.

The dream seemed endless, overlapping and endless.

Song Qingyan stood on the deserted street, the fog was spreading everywhere, and everything he saw was dark and unclear.

In the cool morning, a person came from the opposite side with a piano from the vast fog. The sea of ​​fog was hazy and misty, and the world was chaotic. Only that person and his dark piano were so clear.

The boy walked alone in the mist, as if he could be lonely forever.

The man was wearing damp clothes stained by the mist, and he was humming some tune with a voice as damp as mist.

Song Qingyan pushed through the fog and finally saw the face of the man opposite him clearly.

The two identical faces stared at each other in silence.

The person on the opposite side smiled elegantly, with a deep tiredness as if he had traveled all over the world, and asked softly, you—do you still remember who you are?

where are you from?

Why are you here?

Three thousand worlds, one flower and one tree, one sand and one leaf, have never had anything to do with you.

Then why do you want to live?

——Song Qingyan opened his eyes suddenly, the white bed curtain was swayed by the cool wind blowing in from the window, he was in a trance for a while, and felt a little confused.

After a while, he stretched out his arms to gently hug the person next to the pillow, and took a deep breath.

Fang Guan fell into a light sleep, hugged Song Qingyan back in a daze, and murmured like a babble: "Mr. Qingyan, have you had a nightmare?"

Song Qingyan patted his back and kissed his forehead lightly: "It's my fault, I woke you up, you can sleep a little longer."

Fang Guan didn't hear any movement for a while, Song Qingyan thought he was falling asleep again, and raised his arms to change his position to make him sleep more comfortably.

Unexpectedly, Fang Gu An suddenly got up, put Song Qingyan's head firmly on his lap, and rubbed his brows and temples under Song Qingyan's surprised gaze, muttering: "Little Be good~ Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid~ Resurrect your soul, revert to your soul~ Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid~”

"Gu An..."

"Shh~ don't talk! Little darling's soul hasn't come back yet!"

"..."

After tossing for a while, Fang Guan finally lowered his head and smacked Song Qingyan's lips, which was the end of the "spirit calling ceremony", and asked with bright eyes: "How is it? Does Qingyan Jun feel better?"

Song Qingyan laughed, sat up and let Fang Guan lean on him, hugged and stroked his soft long hair and said: "It's much better, it can't be better."

"I always had nightmares when I was a child, and my mother always called me back... Although my mother always kissed my forehead in the end, I think it might be more effective to kiss other places!"

Song Qingyan scratched the bridge of his nose affectionately, and said, "Our Gu An is really smart."

The cold, white and desolate moonlight leaked in through the half-covered window, lightly shaking Song Qingyan's half face exposed on the edge of the bed, making his eyes extremely bright and his lips extremely pale.

Song Qingyan was silent for a while, and let out a low sigh that seemed to come from Liaoyuan: "Gu An, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things..."

Fang Gu quietly leaned against his chest, with heavy eyelids, listening to his slow and steady voice that seemed to come from his chest: "I can't remember where I came from or where I'm going, but I know, I can Perhaps the stop is to meet with you."

There was a soft snoring sound, Song Qingyan looked down at Fang Guan who had already fallen asleep, and somehow felt that fate treated him well.

It feels like a wandering soul that turns round and round. One day, it will finally have a place to live. It can stop for a while and taste the love of the world in the gap between life and death.

Just that, just that is enough.

Fang Mengzhi stayed for a few days to settle down with Song Qingyan, and asked Fang Guan to take good care of his body. After he lazily went to the palace to inform him, he went back to the mountains to live on his own.

Before leaving, Fang Meng confessed to Song Qingyan vaguely about Fang Gu'an's hidden illness.

"Gu An has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. If he is quiet, he is no different from ordinary people, but if he is upset, he will cough up blood." Fang Mengzhi subconsciously touched the knuckles of his index finger and observed Song Song without any trace. Qingyan's expression continued: "Fortunately, he met an immortal who saved his life, but from now on he can only be happy, not sad, especially not hurt because of love."

In the end, Fang Mengzhi hinted earnestly: "Gu An's illness can be helped by the immortal skills of the immortals of Tianshui Sect, you... just know it in your heart." The implication is that something happened to Gu An. Once the fairy body uses the fairy art, everything will be fine.

Song Qingyan nodded confusedly, and respectfully sent his father-in-law out into the carriage.

After watching the carriage go for a while, Song Qingyan turned around and saw Fang Guan running out of the house with messy clothes and shoes in a panic: "Is the father gone? Why don't you wake me up? This is so impolite!"

"My lord loves you dearly, and I don't want to disturb your slumber."

Song Qingyan suddenly walked up to him without saying a word, hugged him by the waist, kicked open the door and said tenderly: "How about I sleep with you again?"

Fang Gu'an once thought that such days could last forever, but no one ever told him that when those undercurrents of murderous intent shattered his beautiful and illusory dreams, it turned out to be a kind of shattered internal organs. pain.

A kind of faint uneasiness grew from the bottom of my heart. The guards who took Fang Gu An to the palace inexplicably made Song Qingyan feel uncomfortable. The thick and cold armor could not conceal the murderous blood on them. They were not like guards but more like killers. .

Fang Gu An got into the carriage, opened the curtain, Song Qingyan stood beside the carriage and held his hand: "Gu An, can I accompany you?"

"Father doesn't know why he suddenly announced me to enter the palace today. It should be nothing serious. I'll come back as soon as I go. You don't have to worry."

A voice in Song Qingyan's heart was crazily shouting, don't let him go, don't let him go!

"Gu An..."

"Your Highness, it's time to leave." The head guard at the side reminded with drooping eyelashes.

While Fang Guan coaxed Song Qingyan to go back, he was secretly thinking about how to ask his father for the peerless Yaoqin to give to Song Qingyan after entering the palace, and he didn't pay attention to Song Qingyan's unusual anxiety at all.

The carriage started slowly, Song Qingyan thought it was because he was too sensitive at first, but when he turned around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ah Meng who was limping slightly on the left foot of the carriage, and suddenly remembered something, he quickly turned back into the small courtyard and rushed into Ah Meng's room. Room.

As expected, I saw Ah Meng who was tied up in the corner by Wuhuada.

Song Qingyan stepped forward to untie him, and said in a quick and calm tone: "Immediately tell people to ambush at the entrance of the alley. Be sure to stop that carriage. There are 15 people accompanying it. Don't let it leave the imperial city! In addition— —Give me a fast horse!"

On the other side, the sandalwood in the carriage was getting heavier and heavier, and Fang Gu'an's mind began to feel dizzy. No matter how innocent he was, he could sense that something was wrong.Fang Guan deliberately kicked over the incense burner placed in the carriage, wrapped the ashes in a handkerchief and stuffed them into his arms, opened the curtain and tentatively said to A Meng who looked unnaturally: "A Meng, I am a little anxious , ordered the carriage to be stopped."

"A Meng" shook his eyelids, and smiled strangely at Fang Gu'an: "Your Highness, people who are too smart will always die early, do you think so?" After finishing speaking, "A Meng" quickly raised his hand A sharp dagger went straight to Fang Gu'an's face.

Fang Gu'an quickly grabbed a handful of incense ash in his bosom and sprinkled it on the vicious "A Meng".In the blink of an eye, Fang Guan decisively untied the sharp jade hairpin on his head, stumbled out of the carriage and pushed the groom away, and a circle of guards immediately rushed up to surround the carriage.

Seeing this situation, Fang Gu An gritted his teeth and thrust the jade hairpin into the horse's back. No one could stop the frightened horse. The carriage rushed out of the encirclement frantically, and Fang Gu An dragged it to death. He held the reins so he didn't get thrown out.

There was a sound of fighting behind him, Fang Guan knew that someone should come to save him.

The carriage was still speeding forward, the sharp wind sounded like it was about to tear his eardrums, and the violent bumps made him almost unable to hold on.

"Gu An! Catch me!" Song Qingyan's voice exploded on the ground like a god descending, and there was another violent jolt. Fang Gu An was already half of his body leaning out of the horse's back.

"Right now, let go!"

Fang Gu'an closed his eyes, let go of his hand and kicked hard towards Song Qingyan, and was thrown away by the fast horse as if he lost his strength.

Song Qingyan wrapped his long arms around Fang Guan, hugged him tightly, and let out a long sigh as if he was the one who survived the catastrophe.

A long arrow protruded silently from the tower not far away and aimed at Fang Gu'an's back. The arrow's tip reflected a faint light in the sunlight.

Fang Gu'an raised his head and saw the light flickering in Song Qingyan's eyes, Song Qingyan shouted: "Don't move!"

Song Qingyan held him tightly in his arms to protect him, grabbed the reins with the other hand and turned the horse's head abruptly. The fierce horse's long neighing red mane was raised high, and dust flew up under its hooves, and it turned the horse's head violently, abruptly and unexpectedly.

With a "poof", the long arrow that was supposed to be shot at Fang Gu'an was deeply nailed into Song Qingyan's flesh.

Song Qingyan frowned, trying to comfort the tearful Fang Guan, but he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained Fang Guan's lapel red.

Song Qingyan leaned heavily on Fang Gu'an's body. Fang Gu'an felt his heart was broken, and cried out in tears: "Come on! Come on! Save him! Save him!"

After a period of chaos, the Imperial Forest Army sent by the emperor sent the two of them into the palace.

The imperial physicians of the imperial hospital hurriedly surrounded Song Qingyan, helpless, and knelt down to Fang Guan, tremblingly said: "Your Highness, this person, this person has no pulse."

Fang Guan seemed to have fallen into an ice cave in an instant, and his lungs seemed to have exploded. He couldn't say a word for a long time, but felt his throat was hot and he vomited a hand of blood.

Life seems to be coming to an end——

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... I don't know what I'm writing in this chapter, it's getting more and more strange...