Huaigui

In the river valley, an untimely carriage stood on a relatively flat grassy slope.The surrounding fields are empty and quiet. From time to time, a flock of sheep running in the distance can be heard, echoing a song or two of the herdsmen.

The grass and the horizon are all scenes that He Lanmingyue is very familiar with, but he is like a light on his back.

As soon as that sentence came out, it immediately confirmed a certain conjecture of his, even though it was abrupt and bizarre——

It's not that he didn't think that Gao Jing might survive, after all, he didn't see a dead body, and he only heard the news of Gao Hong usurping the throne, but He Lan Mingyue, King Yu, knew a little better, and he was a ruthless smiling tiger.Gao Jing is under the control of others, and it is not easy to survive. How can he escape Luoyang again?

Across a thin car curtain, Helan Mingyue lowered her head and stared at the toe of her boots, but she still refused to reach out her hand.

Seeing his appearance, Amang immediately wanted to explain: "Mingyue, things are not what you think, we've been walking all the way, he—"

"Stop talking!" He Lan Mingyue roared in a low voice.

Her complaints forced all the memories of the past, and the scars that she didn't want to touch the most were uncovered in this way.Helan Mingyue touched the old wound, and the tearing pain there was still vivid in his memory, reminding him that he hated it once.

And the people in the car haven't spoken since those two words, knowing that it's useless to talk more between them.

Aman glanced at the quiet car curtain, then looked at He Lan: "Three years have passed... for what happened today, are you still blaming him?"

She finally turned to Gao Jing, and He Lan Mingyue said with a sigh of relief: "If Sister Amang came here by herself, you are an old friend to me, and I should make a good settlement. But...in the final analysis...I never knew Gao Jing, and I will never know Gao Jing again. I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"You...but he..."

"Farewell."

When he said this, he turned and walked towards his horse, galloped two steps and heard the movement of the carriage turning behind him.

Reining in the reins, he stopped in place.

That sense of division reappeared, and He Lan Mingyue's palm felt a bit of pain from being rubbed against the rough reins of the horse. He raised his head, and the scorching sun shone on the grassy slope into a green river.

"I'll just take a look." He Lan Mingyue thought so, turning her head.

The car curtain swayed from side to side with the bumps of driving, and a corner of Amang's goose-yellow dress was exposed.

He laughed at himself, and thought to himself: What kind of watching scene are you pitifully performing here?He doesn't care at all, how can he have old feelings for you?It's all about use.

Take advantage of, deceive, calculate...

Gao Jing admitted it a long time ago, Helan Mingyue, don't deceive yourself.

Meteor beside her was licking its paws, and Helan Mingyue was about to call it to go, when the curtain of the car over there suddenly opened.

In the distance, there was only one plain white hand under the sunlight that almost dazzled his eyes.Because of the backlight, the black hole in the carriage was unrealistic. He Lanmingyue saw the curtains opened, and then they were quickly closed by the wind. It was as short as a moment, but he didn't see anyone after all.

Meteor let out a urging sound from his throat impatiently, the inexplicable hope in Helan Mingyue's heart was completely extinguished, and he whipped his whip again: "Let's go."

The hustle and bustle of the Lantern Festival and the shadows of the lights are still in his eyes. He once regretted leaving, but was pushed to death by Gao Jing himself.Now he finally got rid of those memories, and finally lived the life he likes...

Go forward and don't look back.

Don't look back.

The valley follows the grassy slope, and it is still the same as when we left.Faced with Ada's doubts, He Lanmingyue explained that two lost pedestrians had made a mistake, so she sat back in her original seat.

The flock of sheep ran past not far in front of him, Meteor lost interest in chasing it, perhaps seeing that he was in a bad mood, and lay quietly beside He Lan Mingyue, with a huge wolf's head resting on his belly.Helan Mingyue was annoyed by it's pressure, but she couldn't help scratching Meteor's chin, and it immediately narrowed its eyes happily.

"How do you look like a dog?" He Lan Mingyue cursed with a smile.

He stopped laughing halfway, thinking for no reason that the self in those days was the one who wanted to get close to him regardless of the other party's face. This kind of ugly behavior should be just a dog in the other party's eyes.

Since it is a dog, why care about feelings?Enjoy some sweets when you are happy, and kick away if you have other interests.

The fingers touching Meteor's thick fur tightened, the half-big gray wolf bared its teeth, and almost bit its hand.Helan Mingyue woke up suddenly, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

It's all painful, who can say sorry to him?

The relaxed mood that lasted for a long time was destroyed for no reason like this, He Lanmingyue's eyes were deep, and she kept pulling the green grass under her body.He couldn't help but think about Amang and his party. If he could say that he was powerless and couldn't meet him before, he treated them indifferently. At this time, everyone came to him...

Bringing the forest merchant here, wouldn't it be bad for Xie Bi and the others?

Is Gao Jing such a person?

It may not be impossible.

From the daytime to the dusk, Helan Mingyue still couldn't forget it cleanly when it was already dark.He thought resignedly: I'm just going back to see if my fourth uncle is in trouble. As for Gao Jing, what does he do?

Hastily packed up his things and set off from the pasture. Usually it would take an hour to approach on horseback, but this day he quickly saw the gate of Yinzhou City.There was no carriage along the way, and He Lanmingyue guessed whether Gao Jing had actually left. He hesitated a little in his steps, and unexpectedly felt a hint of "near-native affection and timidity".

After thinking about it, "What am I hiding?" Then I became firm again.

When night fell, no one was wandering in the streets, and occasionally a group of militiamen passed by, and every house lit up their lights.The sound of horseshoes was particularly crisp, Helan Mingyue went straight to the palace.

He went in through the back door, not wanting to disturb the servants who had already rested.Passing Xie Bi's yard, He Lanmingyue knocked on his door after a little hesitation.

Xie Bi was taken aback by Helan Mingyue who had returned to the city suddenly—he would always give a letter first—he let in the person who was still covered in grass, and before he could speak, Helan Mingyue asked: "Are there any suspicious people these days?"

"You, you sneaked into my yard in the middle of the night, it's frightening to death." Xie Bi opened his mouth and said nonsense, seeing that he wasn't smiling, he put away his playful thoughts, "Yes, I came to see you."

He Lan Mingyue casually took a sip of the wine on his table: "They found Hegu, what's going on?"

Xie Bi was taken aback: "The day before yesterday... a girl came to Fourth Uncle to tell you about your friendship, and Fourth Uncle pointed the way. Oh, and Shuang'er said that he was threatened by a group of people wearing iron masks on the street. Almost died, but Yinzhou City hasn’t qualified for the iron mask recently, and it’s probably gone—have you seen it?”

"Well, it's from the palace." He Lan Mingyue put down the wine glass heavily, "Don't tell Fourth Uncle about this, if he asks, he will recognize the girl... What you say to him is friendship. "

Xie Bi responded first, and after considering his expression, said: "Are you okay?"

He Lan Mingyue raised her head: "Huh?"

"It's not quite right since you entered the door!" Xie Bi sat down in front of him with a stool and looked straight into Helan Mingyue's gray eyes, "I've never seen you before, downcast, high-spirited, and high-spirited Oh... I've seen you cry! The time you drank too much and passed out, forgot?"

It was at this time that Xie Bi heard him chanting Gao Jing's name, and since then he has become a close friend both for comfort and comfort. He Lan Mingyue wanted to beat him: "Don't mention that!"

"Hey, I made a mistake. Ordinary people cry, and our bright moon is a beauty weeping with pear blossoms and rain." Xie Biyan immediately got kicked, he exaggeratedly covered his calf, and looked at He Lan but was full of tolerance, "So...just now I was frowning Yes, why?"

He Lan Mingyue retracted her legs awkwardly, avoiding Xie Bi's sight: "He's here."

When the voice fell, Xie Bi almost dropped the wine jar: "What, what? Who found it? Is it because King Yu's wickedness still refused to let you go, and found out?"

"It's really good for King Yu." He couldn't change his title, and shook his head, "I didn't believe in death and resurrection before."

Xie Bi froze, He Lan Mingyue didn't look at her, and whispered to herself: "But if he knew my whereabouts, he might feel the same way...he came to Yinzhou City, don't tell the four uncle."

Xie Bi's voice suddenly became louder: "No way! You are still protecting him and thinking about him, He Lan Mingyue, please be more considerate!"

"I do not……"

"That's best." Xie Bi didn't give him room to explain, and stood up to throw people out, "As long as you don't be stupid and remember who hurt you so badly back then, you can do whatever you want, and I'll do it for you." Don’t bother! Get out, go back to your own yard, I’m here to settle accounts—”

Helan Mingyue glanced at his empty table with only the wine jar, and before being pushed out, he supported the door frame with one hand, looked back and called out his name seriously: "Xie Ruxi."

Xie Bi closed the door halfway: "What are you calling your father for?"

"Thank you." He Lan Mingyue patted him on the head casually, "Also, if you want to be my father, you'd better live to the age when my father died. Drink less."

"you……"

Before Xie Bi could swear, He Lan Mingyue smiled and closed the door for him.

Regardless of whether Xie Bi's reminder was effective or not, Helan Mingyue was already tired when he came back from running around that night, and fell asleep immediately when he returned to the room, until the next day when he was three poles high.

When he went to the grassland, Helan Mingyue wore a Hu suit, and with his deep silhouette, he was almost a foreigner. When he woke up, he saw the disheveled person in the bronze mirror, and suddenly felt that he was too shabby.

Helan Mingyue opened the cabinet and pulled out from the bottom a never-before-worn indigo narrow-sleeved round-neck gown—this kind of clothing is rarely worn by ordinary people, and Li Ciyuan sent someone to make it for him. There is a handy piece of clothing.It is equipped with Liuhe boots, a Guoluo belt, a machete and a few small arrows around the waist, and then the usual braids are broken up, all tied up neatly, and fixed with a peach wood hairpin in the simplest style.

The indigo color is deep, and his skin is fair. After putting it on, he feels completely new, and it always reminds him that he always seemed to be dressed like this in those days, with the sword guarding Gao Jing around him.

With a long sigh, Helan Mingyue rolled up his sleeves above the wrist bone like he was not used to, and then walked out the door with the knife in hand.

There were only a few servants in the hall who were invited to help, because they were not domestic servants and slaves, they greeted He Lanmingyue when they saw Helan Mingyue, and the housekeeper's aunt smiled: "The second master is dressed handsomely today!"

"That's right, if you want to go to a big place, I'm afraid...then what, throwing fruit on the car!"

"I don't have such a good fortune for throwing fruits and cars." He Lanmingyue corrected her words with a smile, "The mothers-in-law have worked hard, did my fourth uncle go out early in the morning?"

The housekeeper's aunt said: "The head of the family didn't eat breakfast in the morning, so I don't know what to worry about. Could it be that something happened to the escort?"

Helan Mingyue's heart sank. Now whenever there is trouble, he always associates with Gao Jing, and his complexion is also not very good-looking: "I'll go and see."

In summer, the sun is always shining in Saibei, but it is not hot, and it is even a bit cool when the wind is strong.He Lan Mingyue didn't ride a horse, and hurried around Santiao Street to the gate of the Escort Bureau.As usual, there were two people standing outside, with a few camels full of goods parked beside them, He Lan Mingyue frowned.

"What's going on here?" He pointed to the camel, "Someone is going to the Western Regions?"

The gatekeeper said: "The dart in the northwest three months ago has now returned from Rouran safely, and brought something to thank the head."

Helan Mingyue remembered that there was such a thing, the man was still a high-nosed person from the Western Regions, so she sneered.

He is like a soldier, blaming all the unusual things on his upset. At this time, he hit a wall and realized that there were not so many turmoil, but he took it too seriously.

The moment he stepped into the front yard of the Escort, He Lanmingyue was still introspective, until he raised his head and saw the forest merchant standing by the door holding a horizontal knife, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

After all, he didn't look very carefully on the grassland. At this time, his brand-new clothes were in stark contrast to the half-worn furs, which made people feel that he was doing it deliberately.

When passing by, Lin Shang suddenly said: "I'm sorry for scaring the children you know that day."

Helan Mingyue knew that he might be talking about Li Queshuang, she tilted her head and said bitterly: "If you are sincere, you should tell him yourself." After saying that, regardless of Lin Shang's expression, she went straight into the main hall.

As expected, there were other people besides Li Ciyuan. Amang stood aside, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but put his finger on someone's shoulder and scratched it lightly.Li Ciyuan pressed his temple and waved to him.

"Mingyue, this man said that he is Ji Zhongping's nephew, and he came here specially to find you this time... He came to watch early in the morning. I told you that you were not there, but they were sure that you had already arrived..." Halfway through the sentence, he grabbed He Lan Mingyue whispered, "I didn't even hear that you came back overnight, how did he know that!"

After saying that, she pointed her finger at the person sitting on the east side, He Lan Mingyue looked along and saw him unexpectedly.

It was still the same as I remembered, but it became very strange again.

She was a little thinner, with a sick look on her face, but holding a half-new gold-plated stove in her hand on a hot day seemed to be very cold.Dressed richly but not extravagantly, he looks like the young master of an ordinary businessman.

Sensing his gaze, Gao Jing raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth forcedly. Halfway through his smile, he seemed to be stung by his eyes, and then lowered his head aggrieved.The mole at the corner of his eye turned into two tears, and he didn't look like he was "asking him for something" without saying a word, but rather "seeking justice for being ruined".

Li Ciyuan, who "presided over justice", noticed that the atmosphere between the two of them was unusual, and grabbed He Lanmingyue's wrist: "Why, is there something wrong with this person?"

He stared at Gao Jing closely, his eyes were about to bleed, and his tone was calm: "Fourth Uncle, you go out, I'll tell him."

"Oh, okay..." Li Ciyuan was worried, and warned, "Speak up if you have something to say, and if you really take something from someone else, you will return it. Do we want anything now, huh?"

He Lan Mingyue nodded, sent Li Ciyuan away and closed the wooden door of the main hall.He walked to a stool opposite Gao Jing and sat down, poured tea himself, and vowed not to speak first.

Breathing, tea, subtle movements from time to time affect the friction of the clothes, all the details slow down the passage of time, no one speaks.

Until the sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door and illuminated the carved outlines on the bluestone slab, Gao Jing finally had the intention to pay attention to him - he changed his hand to hold the stove, put the back of his spare hand on it, and sighed.

"I thought... standing would be more sincere." He lowered his head and hammered his knee, "but it doesn't seem to work."

He Lan Mingyue did not expect such an opening: "What?"

Gao Jing didn't look at him, his eyelashes trembled: "I can't stand up, you've seen it all."

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This is added temporarily today, so tomorrow will be updated as planned, and then continue to update a chapter the next day, thank you for understanding~ laugh