Purple Eyes - King of the World

Moan after moan is the most intoxicating potion.

The rain outside the window is still falling, every drop seems to be dripping in the lover's heart, dripping, moistening, and melting again.

The heat in the dormitory is constantly transpiring and rising, and the thick love and sweetness in the room slowly flow away.

altar fight

The late spring in the south of the Yangtze River is as beautiful as a dream, with misty mist and drizzle.

Prosperous things are scattered and crushed into mud; the heart is wet, and the flowers are gone; the willow bank, the piccolo has no tune.

Broken dreams and remnants of the past, half a pot of old drunk three lives, suspected to be in the end of the world.

Even if the rain moistens the spring, even if the remnant red dances wildly, the people who hurt the spring will have their own sorrows, but I am facing the red and green lakeside, above the microwave, in the leisure pavilion, holding a pot of Jiangnan's daughter red ,Savor.

Life is short, especially when drinking happily. When I stare into the distance, someone hugs my waist from behind, with cool fingers, and the faint scent of sandalwood. I know it is him without looking.

Turning around, I put a light kiss on his forehead, his slender amber eyes are always full of emotion and sorrow, and my heart is wrapped in a net of thousands of knots.

Seeing his full eyes are like autumn water, how can one not be drunk?When did my Fengxiang become the sentimental sister Lin?

Holding his increasingly clear face, I feel heartache, he worries too much these days.

"What's wrong?" I gently rubbed his brow with my hand to relieve his fatigue.

"Tomorrow is the summer festival, and Gu Tingxuan will definitely take this opportunity to confuse people's hearts. Judging by Father's appearance, I'm afraid the days will not be long. The situation in our South Zhu Kingdom is dangerous."

"Summer Festival?"

"That's right, Nan Zhu's ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is held four times a year. They are Spring Festival, Summer Festival, Autumn Festival, and Winter Festival. The Autumn Festival is also called the Suzaku God Festival. He only got to see him during the Suzaku God Sacrifice, and usually he stayed in the Suzaku Temple to retreat and rest, and the other three ceremonies were held by Gu Tingxuan, the teacher of the state.

Gu Tingxuan knows some demon techniques, and he often conducts some mysterious rituals during the ceremonies to worship the heavens, so that the people of the Southern Zhu Kingdom believe that he is the real god and the messenger sent by the Suzaku God to assist the Zhuque Kingdom.

With these ghost tricks, his reputation in Nanzhu is getting higher and higher, and his father is controlled by him, and he ignores the government for a long time. How can I bear the power of Nanzhu to fall into the hands of this magic stick. "

"Oh?" I lowered my head and pondered: "What kind of magic did Gu Tingxuan use in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven?"

"There are ten holy fire altars on the altar in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and the distance between each altar is ten meters. When Gu Tingxuan is holding the ceremony, he will light the holy fires on these altars one by one under the eyes of everyone. Watching The people all marveled at the miracle."

I can do it just to ignite the flame, and I can do it if I want to stop him, isn't that enough? In the future, I can replace Gu Tingxuan as the national teacher, and I can also strengthen Fengxiang's power in the Nanzhu court.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will attend the ceremony with you as your bodyguard, and I will fight him."

I smiled mysteriously at Feng Xiang, but saw his smiling face staring at me standing there like a log.

At night, I soaked under the flowing ice waterfall and practiced the Liehuo Shengong with the strength of my soul. If I want to learn it now, I need to be strong enough. If I can't perform it on the altar, how can I explain to Fengxiang.

This evil kung fu has a great influence on me. Although I am under the icy waterfall water, I feel that my whole body is hot as if boiling. Clouds of white mist.

My whole body wants to be in the flames, the powerful cyclone travels back and forth in my body, spinning to rush out, I can't hold it anymore, in the haze, I seem to feel that there is a figure shaking in front of me, all over my body The blood rushed to the top of my head, and the restless and boiling air flow couldn't be adjusted. I roared and slashed out with my palm.

Hearing a scream, I quickly retracted my palms, and the heat in my body seemed to dissipate in an instant. When I woke up, I saw Feng Xiang vomited blood and fell on the edge of the stone wall next to the waterfall. There was already a pool of blood under his body.

When I went to help him up, I saw that he was already angry.

"Fengxiang!" His pale, bloodless face is so scary, I didn't even know what I did just now, I lifted him up and channeled my true energy to him.He vomited another big mouthful of blood, and his face gradually eased up.

"Huan, what kind of evil skills did you practice, the way you looked just now was so scary."

He slowly woke up and turned around, not angry because of being hurt by me, but worried about me all the way: "When you were practicing just now, your eyes seemed to be on fire, and the flame imprint on your forehead was also shining brightly. I can't even recognize it. Don't practice anymore, Huan'er, I'm really worried that you will fall into the devil's way if you continue like this."

"Stop talking, I'll take you back to rest."

I wiped the blood gurgling from the corner of his mouth with my sleeve, and carried him back to the bedroom.

***

There was already the sound of drum bells running out outside.

Feng Xiang's body was still a little weak, so I helped him up, and put on a long dress for him, a red Suzaku and Phoenix Luan on a pure black background, gold-plated edges on the cuffs and necklines, and boots embroidered with gold auspicious beasts, With a golden crown with phoenix patterns, he looked refined and elegant under the dress of the formal crown, and he was very handsome.

I was dressed as a black guard and walked behind him. When I got to the altar, I saw the people of Nanzhu Kingdom in the dark looking forward to this sacred ceremony.Gu Tingxuan was wearing a red and white priest robe, holding a law enforcement device. When he saw us, he glanced at us, and walked towards the center of the altar with a straight expression.

I saw him waving the magic weapon in his hand, chanting words in his mouth, and looked serious. I stood close to him and smelled the smell of phosphorous powder floating in the air. There are indeed some ways to pull him into modern times to be a magician. I felt the temperature rise in the air, and hurriedly used Xuanshuanglu's skill, the flame that was about to ignite on the altar was condensed under the influence of the cold air.

Gu Tingxuan's face turned ashen, and the people of Nanzhu Kingdom below had started whispering.

He waved the magic weapon again, and the words in his mouth became faster. He tried to ignite the flame of the altar again, but was shocked by my cold air again, and the boos of the people became louder and chaotic.

I saw this opportunity and stood up from behind Feng Xiang and said loudly: "He is not a messenger sent by the Suzaku God at all."

This sentence was like a thunder, and everyone at the festival fell silent and looked at me.

I glanced at them and said slowly:

"The reason for exposing him is that I am the real Suzaku God Envoy."

I walked slowly to the center of the altar, without using any magic weapon or chanting any incantations, just lightly tapped with my fingers, and the holy flames on the ten altars were lit one by one by me.When he turned his head to look again, Gu Tingxuan had disappeared without a trace.

I saw a look of joy on Fengxiang's face.

The bells and dances of the ceremony sounded again, and I stood in the center of the altar, watching the joyful celebration of the people of Nanzhu Kingdom below, and enjoying their reverence as they regarded me as a god. At this time, I had already won the position of Nanzhu Guoshi.

Priest Burning Feather

Fengxiang is busy, he is always very busy recently.

I am sitting in Luoyun Temple and playing a piece of music, and the smooth strings flow out from my ten fingertips, like jade beads rolling down.The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is misty, and the weather in early summer is still full of thick fog in the morning. I like this misty misty rain, like a pot of old wine, and I am already drunk without drinking it.

The sound of my piano gradually sank, but I heard a rustle sounding, just in tune with the tune I had just made, flowing into my heart like a gurgling spring.The rustling voice was mellow and lingering, like a loving mother calling a wanderer who has not returned home for a long time, like a passionate girl calling a long-awaited lover, hanging in the heart for a long time, it is very seductive.

Who will play this tune in this morning palace?

I suddenly longed to meet someone who could play a sad and melancholy tune. The peerless tune must come from the slender hands of the peerless beauty.

Just as he shook his head, he suddenly saw a pair of familiar peach blossom eyes in front of him.

Those peach blossom eyes were bent, as if they wanted to confuse my soul again, I smiled and looked at him, his trick was useless to me, with my current skill, it was not his hypnotism It can be confusing.

"No fun."

He sat resentfully on the grass next to him, with a blade of grass crookedly in his mouth, like an angry child.

"You don't cooperate at all, it's really boring."

I couldn't help laughing, why should I cooperate with him?

The majestic Nan Zhu Guoshi, no, it should be said that he was the former Guoshi, but he still has a childish temper. This time he must have suffered an unprecedented blow.

"What can I do for you?" I asked him casually.

Fengxiang is very busy now, and he is still dealing with affairs in Qinzheng Palace, but he doesn't like Gu Tingxuan, if he finds out that Gu Tingxuan came to Luoyun Palace to look for me, he will still be unhappy.

"The High Priest wants to see you."

high priest?Is that the legendary high priest Ran Yu?

The final boss finally couldn't bear to show up?

It seems that Gu Tingxuan was indeed the person placed by the high priest, so this so-called high priest must not be simple.

***

Dots of falling flowers dance in the bright sunshine of early summer, embellishing the crimson eaves of the Suzaku Temple with a piece of sacred whiteness.

Under the tall and ancient locust tree in the temple, the white petals fluttered in the wind like snow.

The beautiful and pale high priest stroked the strings of the qin with his ten fingers like white jade tubes, and the distant sound of the qin echoed in the deep temple like a call from the ancient times.

"Come on, you can play the drums, pass on the ballet and dance on behalf of the dance, and the women advocate it with the appearance. The spring orchids and the autumn chrysanthemums, the endlessness and the end of the ages."

At the end of the song, the high priest wearing a white robe with gold thread raised his deep eyes, like a bottomless pool, his face was calm, and he could see joy, with a god-like noble temperament on his face. The holiness in the morning light is like a heavenly being.For a moment, I actually had a feeling of amazement.

"Juanhuan, the new Suzaku national teacher?" When he was talking to me, he didn't even look at me, I felt a little bit lost.

"Yes."

A gust of early summer wind blows, and the white robe flutters in the wind.Disturbed by the wind, the loose black long hair covered a slightly thin, pale and bloodless face.

Bit by bit of white Sophora japonica flowers blown down by the wind carried a sweet aroma, sprinkled all over his golden embroidered priest robe, like rain, more like white teardrops.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He walked down the temple with his Guqin in his arms and passed me by.

Yanyu Jiangnan

In the early morning, I walked through the lotus pond and walked into the green bamboo forest.

Originally planned to practice sword for a while, but saw a green figure flashing past in front of him.

High Priest Burning Feather!

Why is he here?

The fog is very thick and the water vapor is heavy. In the heavy ink oil painting, he is like a green elf. He would have such a light and beautiful beauty if he didn't wear the priest's long bubble.

I saw his eyes that were full of autumn water, but just passed by, and that thick figure was already imprinted in my heart.

"Among the verdant bamboo forests,

I saw you standing there

Dressed in green clothes, thick green like water,

He is as light as a tree demon in the forest.

From now on I will never wear green clothes again.

you passed me by,

With just one glance, they keep each other in their hearts.

But you and I both understand that each other will not be the destined person in each other's life,

You and I are the one who is destined not to love each other,

Tragedy was doomed at the moment of meeting.

You are destined to be a lover that I can't touch. "

***

The rain is still falling, and it seems to be dripping in my heart bit by bit.

I was lying in Luoyun Temple, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

My mind has been circling the scene of encountering Ran Yu today in the thick green bamboo forest.

He didn't wear the heavy priest's robes, but only a single emerald green shirt. The early summer wind blew up his sleeves, making them flutter. He just raised his eyes, and I saw his eyes as bright as jewels. There is tenderness in the gorgeous eyes.

Although I just passed by, I felt a kind of shock.

"Huan, what's the matter with you?" Feng Xiang sat up sideways, gently rubbing my hair.

He was a thoughtful and sensitive lover, sometimes so thoughtful that I felt guilty.

"Are you familiar with High Priest Ran Yu?" I asked him.

"He." His eyes drooped, and his long eyelashes flickered: "Ran Yu is actually my cousin."

"There is a branch of the royal family in Southern Vermillion Kingdom called the Servants of Suzaku. They have powerful witch power. Each generation of the servants of Suzaku will select a person with the strongest witch power to be the high priest of Suzaku. The person selected by the first generation is Ran Yu. Ran Yu has been a prodigy since he was a child. I used to play with him when I was young. He is very lively and cute. Once elected, he would live a life of isolation from the world, and later he became the high priest of Suzaku, as if he was locked in the Suzaku Temple, and I never saw him again."

It turned out that Ran Yu was such a lonely person, and I couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"What is witch power?"

"This is the secret of Suzaku's servants. It's about divination, begging for blessings, and blessings. Only they know the specifics. I only know that Ran Yu is a prophet. It is said that he can know the past and the future. What he once predicted Everything happened one by one, very miraculous, but a few years ago, after he had divination for the fortune of Nanzhu Kingdom, he never did divination again. No one knew what exactly he had predicted. He came out once to preside over the priest ceremony, and at other times he locked himself in the Suzaku Temple and saw no one in the world."

"Why did you suddenly ask him?" Feng Xiang asked me with a smile.

"I heard you said it, and I'm a little curious." I started to be a little vague.

"Go to sleep." He said softly to me.

Feng Xiang and I hugged each other and lay down. I didn't dare to move for a long time, hoping he didn't notice anything.

It was windy outside again, and the candles in Luoyun Temple were swayed by the night wind, casting swaying shadows on the window paper.

passion like wine

"When the wind comes here, it is the longing that sticks to the passers-by

When the rain comes here, it's tangled up and entangled us in the world

When you are by my side, fate is written on the Sansheng Stone

Love is one ten thousandth sweeter, I would rather be buried here

Circle, circle, circle, every day, every day, every day of me

Looking deeply at your face, an angry, gentle, complaining gentle face

Those of us who don't understand love, hate, love, and suffering, think that being in love is like the fickleness of the situation

Believe that love one day is worth forever at this moment freezes time

We who don't know how to be gentle think that martyrdom is just an old rumor

How painful and intense the sorrow of separation can be when dreams are buried in misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

I only understand when my heart is broken"

I was playing this song by the lotus pond, the slightest rain wrapped around me like a thread of love, and the waves of the clear water were like the lover's affectionate autumn eyes. I was playing it, and I heard a burst of melodious flute sounds.

It's him!

I stopped the song in my hand, stood up and walked towards the bamboo forest, and I saw that thick green figure, Ran Yu was standing in the middle of the bamboo forest, standing tall and tall, holding the green jade flute in his hand.

The sweet and crisp rain in the south of the Yangtze River,

He had a translucent white face and sparkling eyes.

Everything has been brewing in the heart-wrenching rain,

Turn into a jug of thick wine.

Putting his jade flute down from his mouth, he looked up at the sky above the bamboo forest, where birds were flying and chirping non-stop.

"It would be great if people could be as free as birds!"

Ran Yu sighed softly, the longing in his eyes made me unbearable.

"Do you want to fly?" I looked at him and said, "I'll take you."

When the surprise in his eyes flowed out, I had already taken him to perform the Feathering Technique and flew up.

I embraced him and soared into the air,

Pieces of green bamboo leaves sprinkled on the body in the whirl.

I saw his face was as light as the morning dew in spring.

Sweet wine is generally intoxicating.

His jet-black hair was tangled around his fair jade-like neck.

The light that shone in those midnight-black eyes,

Like a star shining in the night sky.

***

In the evening, I crossed the water to the river, and saw the green figure again.

In the mist and rain, on the light boat with leaves,

I listened to him playing that ethereal and melodious tune,

Before the tune was finished, I was already drunk.

I Lingbo crossed the water and jumped on the light boat.

The boat carried us gently on the blue river.

"Have you ever seen the night view of the Qinhuai River?"

I asked him, "I heard that the night view there is very famous."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that I had asked the wrong question.

Qinhuai has always been a place of fireworks, and he is a priest. I have heard that priests in Nanzhu are not allowed to approach women, but asking him like this is like asking a monk if he is a monk of Hua.

The continuous drizzle finally stopped, the sky was already dark, and a full moon rose up. The bright moonlight lit up the water of the Qinhuai River, shining and flowing like broken gold.The moonlight also shone on the man who was rocking the boat, making his skin as white as jade. I leaned halfway on the stern, admiring the beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River under the moon, admiring him.

There was a gloomy smell of makeup and powder, and we were already approaching the dimly lit place, and there was a sound of sweet words, and there were brightly decorated flower boats moored on the river, with slim and beautiful Jiangnan beauties standing on the prow. The child pulled his sleeve enthusiastically, but he avoided it far away, which was so funny.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

I couldn't bear to see him embarrassed.

We went ashore, went into a tavern, and bought two bottles of Nurhong.

Back on the boat, he raised the wine bottle and drank one by one. He choked after taking a sip.

"Have you never drank?" I asked him.

"Um"

Because his originally fair face had already turned red to the base of his ears, and it was dyed pink like a rose, which was very attractive.

Tasting people is like tasting wine,

And his taste is as clear and sweet as a pot of aged daughter red.

The entrance is calm, savor carefully, but the aftertaste is mellow and clear.

Epiphyllum's beauty is precisely because of its short-lived,

in a flash,

Untouchable beauty.

In the night, he was as beautiful as a blooming epiphyllum in the middle of the night.I saw madness in his eyes, his long eyelashes flickering, his eyes full of water.Suddenly he pressed me against the side of the boat and kissed me deeply.

The waves of the Qinhuai River were rippling, giving off a golden halo, reflecting the ship's side, and reflecting him, who is of peerless elegance.

deep love

The boat was swaying, shaking me so that I could not sleep well. I opened my eyes, but all I could see was the faint morning sun and the misty blue light. I was the only one left on the light boat with swaying leaves, and the burning feather had disappeared. without a trace.

I still wear his emerald green shirt on my shoulders, still carrying the fragrance he left behind, the unique sweet smell of Sophora japonica flowers and the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the unique temple.I can imagine his tenderness as he helped me put on my clothes.

I looked for him everywhere but couldn't find him. The boat was parked on the shore, and the tall reeds were blown by the morning wind to make waves one after another.

I went ashore, returned to the palace, and searched for a long time in the bamboo forest, but I couldn't find it. I searched all over the lotus pond and in the flower garden, but I couldn't find the beauty.

When I was anxious, I heard a familiar sound of the piano coming from the direction of the Suzaku Temple.

The sound of the zither is very sad, bitter, and full of melancholy, as if grabbing people's hearts, and the sound of lamentation is like a lover's weeping, expressing untouchable feelings.

What made him have such deep pain?

Ran Yu, why is he always so pitiful?

I pushed open the gate of the Suzaku Temple, and the sound of "squeak" accompanied by the ancient bronze gate slowly opened. The empty and dreary Suzaku Temple was lifeless and lifeless. Flowers all over the place.

The crimson eaves and gray windows look very old, and they bring a deep depression in the early morning. For thousands of years, these priests have consumed their young lives in this temple.

Falling flowers fell on the priest's thick black robe, his eyes were completely flawless, and he didn't even raise his head to look at me when I came in.

In the empty temple, only Ran Yu was playing a mournful tune.

I stood in front of him and waited for him to look up, but he turned a blind eye and continued to play his sad and ethereal tune, which gradually became more and more grand and became a kind of deep sorrow.

There are thousands of worries and thoughts in his heart, but he is not willing to share them with me. Why does he always say nothing and always hide everything deep in his heart?

I watched him quietly, the sun rose, and the golden morning light shone on his young, handsome but pale face. His skin showed a sickly almost translucent color due to staying in the dark for a long time.His military attache is deep and detailed, so graceful and lifeless, like a beautiful marble statue.His young life, those years were all imprisoned in this ancient and deep temple without a trace of popularity. He is a person who dedicated his life to God. At this moment, I suddenly felt the deep expression in his eyes that seemed to be expressionless. helpless sorrow.

The morning light made his fine hair glow with a light silver color, like peach fluff, his lips were small, but the light pink was the most perfect and delicate line, his fingers were white and slender, as beautiful as jade.

His tune is so sad, so sad that it breaks the heart.

The low voice is like the cry of a beauty under the moon, and it is like a jade cracking when it is tragic, and every voice is like telling the accusation of fate.

I am reminded of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony - "Fate".

"I want to hold the throat of fate, he can't make me completely surrender."

This unfortunate genius has been fighting against the injustice of fate tenaciously all his life.

One urgent, one heavy, one powerful.

Ran Yu seemed to have all the grief and indignation of his sacrificed life flowing on his fingertips, the pain was like dripping blood.

Hit hard in the heart.

Until the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, I was still immersed in that shock, unable to extricate myself for a long time.

He put away the guqin and turned to go back to the inner hall.

I can't ignore his blindness.

"burning feathers"

I grabbed his clothes.

But he frowned and fell away.

"Is the national teacher looking for me? If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

His tone was rusty, and his expression was calm and low.

How can he do this?As if I was just a transparent stranger, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

I have never seen such a person, the contrast is so great, one moment he was tenderly hugged in his arms, and the next moment his face turned cold and ruthless.

Ran Yu, if this is what you really want, then we will return from bridge to bridge, from road to road, and we will not owe each other.

"Huan'er! So you are here." I heard Feng Xiang's voice, and the next second I was hugged tightly by a warm embrace.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. I just heard from the guards that I saw you in the Suzaku Temple, so I hurried over to look for you. Why did you come to the Suzaku Temple? This is the forbidden area of ​​the Suzaku Kingdom. If you have nothing to do, don't come here casually." Feng Xiang Qiao smiled and said to me: "Do you know who is here? Your second brother sent someone to visit you and brought you a gift. You will definitely like it. Let's go and see."

Feng Xiang hugged me and walked out, the corner of my eye swept past Feng Xiang,

I saw Ran Yu's face turn pale and bloodless in an instant.

***===========》

deep love

From the moment he was born, he knew that he must dedicate his life to the great Suzaku God. He has the blood of Suzaku's servant on his body. In the Suzaku Temple, destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

His whole life will belong here, the place of imprisonment for a lifetime, there is no other place.

He has the ability to predict the future since he was a child, but he has never liked it. The feeling that everything is doomed makes him feel depressed. Everything is doomed, and even fighting is useless.

There are two kinds of priests. He has seen those who worship God sincerely and are willing to devote their lives to God. Such priests are happy, because what they do is what they want to do, but he is helpless. , he had the halo of Suzaku High Priest on his head, but he had never been happy for a day, and there was only deep loneliness in his heart.

That feeling of loneliness tormented him day and night, making him want to go crazy. He used to prick his arm with painful needles in those helpless and lonely nights.

He often looks at the people outside the high walls with great envy. Even the simple farm life is as far away as heaven in his eyes.

He used to divination a hexagram. He saw Nanzhu, Beiwu, Dongqing, and Xiling in a haze. The four kingdoms were about to be destroyed by a demon with white hair and purple eyes. change, and all nations will disappear...

This terrible sight shocked him, and he retreated and thought hard about the way to reverse this catastrophe.

That person appeared, and the eyeliner he placed brought the news of the white-haired demon. That person made a big summer festival in Nanzhu country.

When he saw that person for the first time, he was stunned. He turned out to be so young and handsome. He couldn't see any evil in his shining purple eyes. On the contrary, it was a kind of innocence. Evil, youthful and free and easy, that kind of vitality infected him, and that was exactly what he wanted. "You passed me by,

With just one glance, they keep each other in their hearts.

But you and I both understand that each other will not be the destined person in each other's life,

You and I are the one who is destined not to love each other,

Tragedy is doomed at the moment of meeting

You are destined to be a lover that I can't reach"

The hug in the bamboo forest was only for a moment, but it ignited his heart fire. He was fascinated by that person, but he knew that it was impossible between them, and it would never be possible!

He couldn't control the sinking of his heart, the waves of the Qinhuai River were like intoxicating wine, it was the first time he went to the banks of the Qinhuai River, the first time he drank, the first time he kissed someone, until late at night, that person had fallen asleep drunk , he still didn't sleep, put on his coat for him, and kissed his face, his forehead, and his lips carefully, he could only kiss him secretly like that.

But he had to leave, his life was not his own, he was just a sacrifice to God.

Pain, struggle, and the love that had to be buried deep in his heart burned his heart like a flame.

He suppressed himself from falling in love with that, and he couldn't let that person know that he had fallen in love with him.

But he stood in front of that person, and he could only use the sound of the piano to express the pain in his heart and the helpless and deeply buried love.

Seeing that person hugging his lover and leaving sweetly, his heart was gripped.

The wind of early autumn blew by, rolling up pieces of red leaves and falling on his heavy clothes. In the breeze of early autumn, there was a faint sweet taste of ripe peaches and plums. He stood there desolately and alone, like a picture Beautiful scroll.

Maybe it was because the autumn wind was too bleak that he actually felt a little cold.

Suddenly, he felt something cool hit his face, and when he looked up, it was raining, and the sky was covered with dark clouds in an instant, and the raindrops became denser and hit his face and body.

The rain was streaming down Ran Yu's face, his long wet hair was stained on his pale face, and the heavy priest's robe was wet by the rain. He stood alone in the rain, letting the pouring rain wash over him.

The heavy rain drenched his lonely heart and his pale soul.

Messenger of Xiling

Bai Mufeng brought my Ma Heizi, my fox Xiaobai, and a letter from my second brother Mingge.

Ever since I personally went to Dongqing Kingdom to be in danger, I have always left them in the Xiling Palace. I never thought that the second brother would find someone to send them to me so considerately. My incompetent master feels very ashamed. Heizi is very strong, little Bai is still as fat as a pompom, it seems that the second brother has raised them well.

I held the letter, white paper, no fancy, with a faint scent of sandalwood - the smell of my second brother, on it was written 'Happy Brother's Dear Brother'.

I opened the letter, and saw that there were only a few sentences on it, but there was a lot of emotion in it.

"Happy brother like meeting:

Everything in Xiling is auspicious, don’t worry about it, the implementation of the reform is very smooth, the land is equal, the tax is low, the elections are very popular, and the principality of the sixteen cities also obeys the government affairs of Xiling. So far, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the country is prosperous. They all poured into the border city of Xiling.

Brother Wei Si is eager.

very thoughtful

Second brother Mingge on the autumn night of the fourth year of Jiaxuan"

How could a letter from home be written like it was written by him as a love letter, I couldn't help feeling a little hot on my face.

"Is my second brother okay now?" I asked Bai Mufeng.

"His Royal Highness the Regent is a little sick, and the ministers of the court have advised him many times, but he still refuses to establish a concubine. Up to now, he is alone. He often handles many complicated affairs of the Sheji court by himself, and often reads the memorials at night until the early morning. He has been overworked recently, and occasionally feels The wind and cold will not heal for a long time."

Brother is sick?

In my impression, he has always been very good, never needing to worry about others, but why is he suffering so much?I remember that before I left, I told him that if I couldn’t go back, I would let him ascend the throne and proclaim him the emperor, and I also made an imperial decree for him, but Bai Mufeng still called him my regent. Could it be that he still didn’t proclaim the emperor and proclaim himself emperor, and still didn’t marry a concubine? , I can't help but feel a little sad.

I really want to go back, but it will be the New Year's Eve soon, and after the New Year's Eve is the Suzaku God Festival, I have vaguely noticed that some conspiracy in the Southern Zhu Kingdom may break out at the Suzaku God Festival, I can't leave Fengxiang alone at this time.

"If you have something to do at home, go back."

Feng Xiang is always so considerate, he is such a perfect lover, he always thinks about me.

"What about you?" I asked him with a smile.

"I'll follow you to Xiling." He actually put his arms around my waist in front of Bai Mufeng, and my face turned red.

"You." I poked him with my hand, "I'm not afraid that your throne will be lost that day."

"It's okay not to be the emperor, as long as I can be with Huan'er forever." He is like a child who is cheating.

I never knew Fengxiang was such a thick-skinned person.

Seeing that Bai Mufeng had retreated knowingly, I twisted his waist, and he let out a cry of pain, but his arms around my waist were still tight, I leaned against him, and buried my head in his hair between.

How can I ignore him, return to Xiling at this critical moment, tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, stay for a few more days, and when I can ensure that he is firmly seated on the throne, I will go back to Xiling to see my second brother.

It's raining outside, and it's getting bigger and bigger, hugging the people around me tightly, but I feel a warm feeling, it's a kind of taste-the taste of happiness.

People who have experienced loneliness can understand the value of warmth, and at this moment, I am happy.

Encounter on New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve

Nandu is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River with strong traditional customs. It has a strong festive atmosphere. Those exquisitely made lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys of Nandu City, and young men with lanterns in their hands are running all over the street.

"Today is the New Year's Eve Lantern Festival. People in Nandu are all making arrangements for the festival. It's very lively outside."

I followed Fengxiang to go out to catch the lantern festival on the night of Yuanxi, the bustling crowd, the lights all over the street, and the brilliance of the river.

"Illumination Festival?"

"The most lively place in Nandu at this time is the Qinhuai River. Many unmarried boys and girls put their lanterns into the Qingshui River, let the lanterns bring their hopes, and let the lanterns float to their destiny. The person who has been with you for a lifetime is in your hands, and you can conclude a lifetime of love. Those who have a sweetheart will write their sweetheart's name and wishes for him on paper, hoping for God's fulfillment."

"This is interesting." I have only seen this ancient custom in books.Looking into the Qinhuai River, I saw colorful lanterns floating on the Qinhuai River one by one, and the lights of the candles swayed like stars in the river.Shining on the faint clear water of the river, streams of flowing gold