Vendetta

"Khan Yu Jiulu?" Yan Zhu frowned slightly, his slender fingers brushed the paper lightly, there was not a single typo on the flower paper, and the ink-colored handwriting was neatly arranged in a line, which is enough to show how hard the person who wrote it was .

Yan Zhu could even imagine how Fuling sat in front of the table, holding a brush, and finished writing it stroke by stroke.

Ding Huai stood beside Yan Zhu, and said, "Fu Ling said, all the news about Chunfeng Tower will be under your control from now on."

"Chunfenglou..." Yan Zhu's eyes suddenly flashed a little light, "Go to Chunfenglou now, check the news website of Chunfenglou, maybe we can find his whereabouts..."

Ding Huai came to Huoshan in the past few days, he watched Yan Zhu seem to have gradually calmed down after undergoing great grief, but his temperament was quite different from before.

It turned out that Yan Zhu's temperament was dusty, but now he is a little more indifferent to his surroundings, he is indifferent to everything, his star eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, and now ripples are finally appearing, Ding Huai can't bear it, but he is afraid Disappointment made me feel even worse. After some hesitation, I still persuaded him: "The news from Chunfenglou comes from three schools of thought, so the credibility is not necessarily high. Besides...there will be no secret guards who are well-informed."

Fu Ling has been missing for more than a month, and until now, Yan Zhu still has not given up, and is still sending people to search everywhere. His secret guards and spies have all been professionally trained, how can the ability to search for information be compared to the girls in Chunfeng Tower?

"It's possible, I still have to try," Yan Zhu carefully put away the flower paper, "Keep searching, there is no end to the ends of the earth."

The rest of Ding Huai's words were all kept on his lips, and he couldn't say a word. Yan Zhu's persistence and persistence, isn't it a kind of helpless psychological comfort?Just like when he was looking for Ding Yue back then, no matter how bleak the hope was, he had to find a way no matter what.

Nothing can change his decision, just like a lone traveler in the desert, the possibility of surviving is very small, who can persuade him to give up survival and stop looking for the oasis somewhere?

Yan Zhu's expression was determined, and he murmured in a trembling voice: "As long as I keep looking, I will definitely find him."

As long as Yan Zhu is still looking for it, at least he still has faith. If one day Yan Zhu gives up and stops looking, he will really not find it.

Without anyone looking for him, he really, completely disappeared.

Yan Zhu stood up. At this moment, he had calmed down and regained his usual calmness. He turned his head to Ding Huai and said, "Ding Huai, Fu Ling asked you to follow me. I won't treat you lightly, but if you change your mind , I will not force you to stay."

Hearing this, Ding Huai, holding a folding fan, solemnly knelt down, cupped his hands and said: "Following His Highness, serving the country and the people, is also my long-cherished wish. Ding is not talented, and I hope that the dust and mist will benefit the mountains and seas, and the light of the candle will shine brighter." The sun and the moon (note)."

Yan Zhu nodded and helped him up: "That's very good."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhu let out a sigh of relief. He looked at the bamboo forest outside the window, with a little hope in his eyes, "Let's leave tomorrow, and come with me to Chunfeng Tower."

Ding Huai replied: "Yes."

A few days later, led by Ding Huai, Yan Zhu led Li Zhong all the way to Chunfeng Tower without stopping.

Three years ago, after A Yao took over Chunfenglou, the place stopped doing skin and meat business, and became a band for performing songs and dances. Because of the protection of Wanqiumen, Poria cocos had a bad reputation before, and few people dared to trouble Chunfenglou.

It is not much different from a few years ago, the decoration in the building is still gorgeous, but it is not as lively as in the past, and it is not like the usual music hall with constant singing and dancing. There are not many people coming, which is quite dull.

Ding Huai explained: "Most of the girls in Chunfenglou are grateful for Fu Ling's kindness. After learning the news of Fu Ling's disappearance, they sang less cheerful songs recently."

Yan Zhu didn't say anything, he was sitting under the stage, there was a girl in red on the stage, holding a pipa, singing a little song, her voice was melodious, with a bit of melancholy.

Just listen to her sing:

There are people.The rhyme of Begonia, the lightness of Feiyan.Dizziness flushes, embarrassment turns green, and a smile gives birth to spring.

I am infinitely sad for Yi.What's more, Wushan Chuyun.The fragrance of the bucket tent disappears, the screen window is cold and the moon is cold, and the intention is to be gentle. (Note)

Red should be a very festive color, but when paired with a sad song, it looks even more sad.

Yan Zhu sat under the table, the tea in the cup was already cold, but he didn't feel it. It was obviously a song for a woman, but Yan Zhu couldn't help but think of Poria.

Fu Ling's appearance is better than any woman's. When he smiles, everything around him brightens up, and he can't take his eyes off after just one glance. All the beautiful things in the world are not one ten thousandth as good as him.

Yan Zhu remembered that gentle and lingering night, the full moon outside the screen window shone in the moonlight, and the two lay on the couch, embracing each other and sleeping.

All kinds of past events, plucked by the mournful pipa, poured out all at once, heartbreaking and ecstasy.

At the end of the song, the girl on the stage bowed slightly, and left the stage holding the pipa.

Yan Zhu managed to calm down, and said to Ding Huai, "Who is in charge here?"

Ding Huai replied, "It's a girl named A Yao."

Yan Zhu nodded: "I want to see her."

Ding Huai responded, and explained to the girl next to him pouring tea, and the girl went upstairs.

Yan Zhu drank two cups of tea, and hadn't seen anyone coming down from upstairs, just about to ask a question, when he suddenly smelled a faint scent of crabapple flowers.

The fragrance of the flowers is very light, and it is even more difficult to detect in the smell of cosmetics in the building, but this smell is too familiar to Yan Zhu, it is the aroma of Xifu crabapple!

The teacup in Yan Zhu's hand loosened and fell on the table. He suddenly got up, startling Ding Huai and Li Zhong beside him.

Li Zhongwen said: "My lord, what's the matter?"

When Yan Zhu stood up, the scent of the crabapple was gone, there was nothing left, only the smell of powder and various sachets, the scent of the crabapple just now seemed to be just an illusion of Yan Zhu.

He sat down slumped, with a very bad complexion, looked at the cup of tea in his hand, smiled wryly and shook his head, was he really dazed?

Before the half cup of tea in his hand was refilled, someone behind Yan Zhu suddenly approached quickly, lay on his back, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

The aroma of the Xifu crabapple surrounded him, Yan Zhu froze and sat motionless on the chair.

The man behind him slowly approached, and asked in a tone he was all too familiar with: "Who does Mr. Yan want to see?"

Yan Zhu's figure trembled slightly, he turned around to look at the person behind him.

The man looked at him with willow leaf eyes and smiled.

Yan Zhu couldn't describe his feeling at this moment, the joy of regaining what was lost filled his heart, and at this moment he came alive again, like a person walking alone in the long winter night, finally seeing the dawn of early spring.

"You're back……"

Fu Ling was pulled into his arms by Yan Zhu, he buried his head on the side of Yan Zhu's neck, Yan Zhu carefully hugged Fu Ling's waist, his powerful arms trembling slightly.

So Fu Ling propped herself up, and saw that Yan Zhu was still holding her with one hand, and covered her face with the other.

"What's the matter?" Fu Ling pulled his hand down, the always tough gentleman, the swordsman who has never been defeated by anyone, the person who is always calm and self-possessed, two lines of tears actually slipped from his eyes at this moment.

Fu Ling panicked for a moment: "Yan Zhu, you, don't cry..."

Yan Zhu asked hoarsely, "How's the injury on your body?"

Fu Ling reached out to wipe his tears, "It's okay, look at me standing here properly."

"Why did you hide it from me?" Yan Zhu held his hand, and the bitterness in his voice was about to overflow, "Do you know how I felt when I watched you jump off the cliff? Do you know how I have spent the past two months Is it?"

"I……"

Even though Fu Ling had a thousand reasons to say, but seeing the pain in Yan Zhu's eyes, he couldn't say a word at this moment.

"You have considered everything, but have you considered me?" Yan Zhu put Fuling's hand on her chest, "Do you know how painful it is here?"

Fu Ling's eyes turned red, he bent down and hugged Yan Zhu, his voice trembled with his heart: "I'm sorry, Yan Zhu, I'm sorry..."

Brother is right, he is not without a place to go, there is still someone waiting for him in this world, he is not without worries.

When both of them calmed down, Yan Zhu took out the small wooden box, he took out the white jade pendant, and said, "What did I tell you? You don't have to return it if you lose it."

Fu Ling looked at the jade pendant and said, "But I don't want to part with it."

This jade pendant is an important thing, if Fu Ling really encounters an accident, Yan Zhu's life is still very long, and he will meet many people, the jade pendant should be handed over to someone who can really spend his life with him.

Yan Zhu's voice became hoarse: "If you don't want to, I'm willing to watch you die? When you jumped off the cliff, did you think about me? Fu Ling, what am I in your eyes?"

Fu Ling said softly: "You are the bright moon in the sky, the light in my heart, I am willing to do anything for you."

Yan Zhu reached out and caressed Fu Ling's fair face, her tone was bitter, and she even pleaded: "I will give you my life, and you will stay by my side, okay?"

Fu Ling felt sore in his heart, he leaned closer and kissed Yan Zhu's lips, as soon as he got closer, Yan Zhu hugged him and pulled him into his arms, a little more ruthless than usual, but when the kiss was deep, it was still gentle.

The two were caught in this kiss, and their endless thoughts and feelings were melted into this lingering kiss, and everything around them no longer had anything to do with them.

After today, there will be no more concealment and misunderstanding between them, only a deep and long friendship.

Fu Ling panted slightly, and said, "I don't want your life, I want you to have only me in your heart, and be my moon forever."

After the kiss was over, the two noticed the people around them. Ding Huai poked his head out from behind the fan, and said in embarrassment: "Well, don't worry, Miss Ayao has already cleared the venue."

Fu Ling looked around, but she didn't see any other guests, so she asked, "Where's A Yao?"

Ding Huai said: "Standing here is too embarrassing, let's go."

A Yao originally fell in love with Fu Ling, but she knew that her hopes were slim, but that scene just now completely shattered her expectations. After staying in Fengyue Field for a long time, she could see that the two were really in love, so she gave up the idea and said He went upstairs silently.

Fu Ling didn't think much about it, she nodded and said, "Please arrange a room for her to be quieter."

Ding Huai asked, "What's the matter? Do you have anything to stay overnight?"

"It's not dark yet," Fu Ling took Yan Zhu's hand and said with a smile, "But I want to exchange my heart with Mr. Yan."

Yan Zhu lightly coughed in embarrassment, clasped fingers with Fu Ling, nodded and said, "I'm in trouble."

The author has something to say: I hope to benefit the mountains and seas with the dust and mist; ——Cao Zhi's "Self-examination Form"

There are people.The rhyme of Begonia, the lightness of Feiyan.

Dizziness flushes, embarrassment turns green, and a smile gives birth to spring.

I am infinitely sad for Yi.

What's more, Wushan Chuyun.

The fragrance of the bucket tent disappears, the screen window is cold and the moon is cold, and the intention is to be gentle. —— "Liu Shaoqing"