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The war was intense this year, and King Su, King An, and King Ding never returned to Beijing during the Nianguan period.Su Wang swallowed the sword and the three states of Daochen, Si, and Bo in the south, and added the national name.

In the middle of the court, Qing Yunyao of Taichang Temple was promoted as a servant, and he co-managed political affairs with Zhongshuling Han Qiping and Pingzhangshi Weize.

He also ordered King Jing and the nine princes to enter the court to listen to politics.

Although I don't expect them to do anything, it's just that the family and the country are in trouble, so don't let them enjoy wealth and honor in vain, just to live their lives.

Within a year, the crown prince was deposed, the Marquis of Taiping and the Lord of Anping County were slaughtered after committing suicide, the five princes were expelled from the family tree, and became the most wanted criminals in the world.

No one in Beijing is paying attention.

And this is even more so in the arena.

Zhaoyue, Zhixing, Feiyao and even Changle Temple, who were immortal back then, were able to shake hands and make peace and return to the Yin Pavilion together.

After Wang Mingye heard the news of the deaths of Marquis Taiping and Yu Shengyuan, he made several statements on behalf of Qifengzong, hoping that Weiyin Pavilion would follow suit.

Only the person standing on the cusp of the storm was not as happy as others imagined.

Shen Menghan resigned from the palace banquet due to illness.

Juexuan brought back Ruan Sha and many precious medicinal materials, barely suppressing his illness.

But just as Siniang said, without the Red Flame Grass, everything is just living by.

As the severe winter was not over, his health was not good for a long time, and he was also tired.

Xinzi came once, seeing Juexuan, he was startled for a long while, but he didn't ask anything.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was depressing, even Xie Chenyan was not in high spirits, and this year was quite bleak.

It snowed a few years later, and there was a wintersweet plant in the yard, which could only smell its fragrance on weekdays. Now the snow is pressing on the wintersweet, and it is white, white, yellow and yellow, which is really beautiful.

This scene seems familiar.

But there is no wintersweet in the north, he knows it.

Xie Chenyan was stunned for a while.

He is now terrified, and the slightest disturbance can make him fearful and uneasy.

These scenes that seemed familiar but could not be remembered anyway, reminded him all the time that you are a lunatic.

No matter how much he pretends, he is not a normal person after all.

Xie Chenyan stood there for a long while before suppressing the fear in his heart.

The morning light is faint, and the snow will not be seen until the afternoon.

He subconsciously wanted to call Shen Menghan to take a look, but he saw that the inside and outside of the sleeping hall were covered with layers of thick brocade tents to shelter from the wind, and it was difficult to see even the skylight.

Xie Chenyan lightly leaped up to the eaves of the corridor and rolled up the curtains.

Shen Menghan was resting in the room, when suddenly the candlelight flickered and was blown out by a gust of cold wind, but the room suddenly lit up, as if the whole world suddenly brightened up.

Sunlight, snow light and cold winter morning light poured in together, illuminating all the dusty and cold corners of the world.

He was a little uncomfortable with the sudden light, and slightly narrowed his long and narrow eyes facing the light.

Barely saw the tall slender boy walk in through the door curtain, but he didn't let the cold air out at the door as usual.

Xie Chenyan walked up to him against the light, and handed him the branch in his hand.

The snow looks lonely and cold, Shen Menghan's face is whiter than Xue Yi.

Xie Chenyan's heart was twisted like a knife.

Shen Menghan looked at the young man approaching with sore eyes, none of them moved anymore, quietly watching the snow on the branch of wintersweet gradually disappear and melt.

Finally, it turned into crystal water droplets, rolling and sliding along the bright yellow petals.

Xie Chenyan withdrew his hand, regretfully said: "No more."

Shen Menghan whispered: "I saw it."

After a long silence, Shen Menghan said softly: "Spring is coming soon."

Xie Chenyan said without hesitation: "Yes!"

He had never looked forward to a spring so much.

Shen Menghan suddenly didn't dare to look directly into the young man's clear eyes.

The sun suddenly brightened, and he clearly saw the heavy and full of affection carried in it.

He had never looked at Liang Yue with such eyes.

seen anyone in the world.

His heart was pounding, and he suddenly wanted to ask him, is your affection for me the same as mine for you?

But he didn't ask anything, he closed his eyes forcefully, his eyes were scattered in the hall without focus, but he didn't dare to fall on Xie Chenyan again.

That is what his heart is tied to. He only needs to take a look, and he will be seduced by him. Regardless of whether he cares about it, his future will be cut off, and they will be brought into the dark tomorrow together.

He whispered: "Xiao Yan, go and see for me, are the peach blossoms in White Horse Temple blooming?"

Xie Chenyan responded happily: "Okay."

The bedroom was so quiet that only the ice and snow in the courtyard were gradually melting.

Shen Menghan said hoarsely: "Go."

Xie Chenyan wondered, "So urgent?"

Shen Menghan was silent for a moment, then gave a subtle "hmm".

Wait a moment longer, and he can't help but take him into his arms, caress his hardness and softness, penetrate into his sweet lips, and take him as his own.

But he didn't.

He sat there quietly, the same as every day before and after.

Layers of clothes were laid out all over the floor, without any wrinkles due to the ups and downs of his thoughts.

A deep sense of unwillingness welled up in his heart, and he suddenly began to resent fate.

He has devoted his whole life to the country, devoted himself to the world, and believes that he has done nothing wrong. Why should fate treat him so harshly?

He has nothing to ask for in his life, why can't he allow himself to be willful this time?

He spoke again, but his tone was still unquestionable: "Flowers don't wait for people."

The youthful and cheerful footsteps gradually faded away, crushing the turmoil in his heart.

Weeds are overgrown and destroyed.

The pain was more than the pain in the blood.

His youth will eventually grow into a towering giant tree, which will pierce the frost of autumn and the sharp ice of winter; it will shake off the fine snow of early spring and the white dew of morning light.

But he never had the chance to see him again.

He has infinite grievances and infinite sadness.

But they can only be suppressed, and they will always be hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Si Niang said to Shen Menghan: "The easiest way is to force the mother Gu out of the body, the child Gu will naturally be useless."

Shen Menghan said softly: "What if he refuses?"

Si Niang hesitated for a while and said: "Who else has better martial arts than him, who can force him to take Gu?"

Now, even Juexuan may not be his opponent.

Shen Menghan gave a low "hmm".

Xie Chenyan rushed to the White Horse Temple excitedly.

The winter was not over, looking at the desolate and smoky grass, he walked around the secluded monastery twice, not to mention the peach blossoms, and he didn't even see a young monk.

Jue Tan and Jue Xuan stood on the nine-storied pagoda, looked down at the lively young man looking around, and said softly, "It's him?"

Juexuan said, "Yes."

Jue Tan unconsciously clapped his palms and praised: "What a good bone."

Juexuan nodded slightly: "It's a plastic material."

Just as Xie Chenyan was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his back.

He didn't wear a sword for a long time, and he hit a knife with his backhand, and the thunderbolt struck him.

The person who came didn't take it seriously, Xie Chenyan's eyes flashed, and his arm was grabbed by that person. Although his movements were fast, there was no killing intent, and his inner breath was broad and gentle. Xie Chenyan consciously let go of his strength, and looked at him with some doubt People from all over the world.

He was actually a monk with a benevolent face and no age could be discerned, but Xie Chenyan felt that he was no longer young.

The man probed the meridians of his arm inch by inch, tentatively injecting a ray of true energy.

Like an ice cube dropped into boiling water, it will be dissolved in an instant.

However, Xie Chenyan felt that the meridians were lightened, as if a layer of fog had been lifted, and the ignorance in his mind retreated for a moment, and his whole body became clear.

He was a little puzzled, and opened his mouth: "You..."

The monk withdrew his hand and bowed his head like gods and Buddhas from the heavens shining on the world, and said with compassion: "Little benefactor, your meridians are in great disorder, and you are unconscious."

Xie Chenyan naturally understood what he was talking about, and hurriedly took his hand and said, "Can you heal me well?"

He has felt it, and he must be able to.

Juetan looked down at him: "Would you like to worship me as a teacher and practice with me?"

Xie Chenyan let go of his hand in a daze.

He seems to understand, but also seems not to understand.

He murmured, "Do you want to leave him?"

Juetan proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said softly: "If you don't cut off the roots of dust, how can you realize the Dao."

Xie Chenyan came back to his senses, bowed to Juetan and said: "Thank you, master, there is no need."

He resolutely turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

How much time can Shen Menghan have left?If he doesn't stay by his side, what kind of behavior will he practice and what way will he prove?

The afternoon sun shone brightly on the ground, a breeze caressed by, and the eaves bells rang in the distance.

He suddenly cleared his ears and eyes, turned around and questioned Jue Tan: "You are waiting for me here."

Juetan proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Monks don't tell lies, indeed."

Xie Chenyan's hands and feet were instantly cold: "Who told you to come here?"

He already knew in his heart that he would appear here because Shen Menghan asked him to come here.

Spring is still far away, and the peach blossoms have not yet bloomed. That person didn't want him to come and see the peach blossoms.

Juexuan walked down the tower slowly, and said softly, "Xiao Xie."

He is here to prove this point even more, Xie Chenyan took a step back and murmured: "He doesn't want me anymore."

Juexuan frowned slightly: "Xiao Xie, calm down."

Xie Chenyan sneered: "I've never been so calm before."

His eyes were clear and clear, and there was a deep, hurt pain hidden in his dark eyes.

Juexuan was speechless for a moment.

Xie Chenyan turned around and ran towards the way he came.

Jue Tan sighed softly, "Do you want to chase?"

Juexuan said in a low voice, "Young Master, no need."

Others may not be able to convince Xie Chenyan, but Shen Menghan is sure that he will.

Xie Chenyan has never been so sober.

The cold wind slammed into his face, causing bone-piercing pain.

He was enlightened, and finally understood the clichés with unclear meaning read by the old man in red in the main hall, the gossip in the pavilion that he ignored during these days, and the bright red wedding dress in Liangyue's hands day and night.

What does that woman look like?

Xie Chenyan fell into deep memories.

He barely remembered that it was a calm and calm face.

A very different person from him.

It turned out that he liked people like that.

Xie Chenyan rushed all the way back to the Yin Pavilion, just like in the past, and rushed straight to Shen Menghan's bedroom.

Wintersweet has already shaken off the ice and snow in the morning, but it has condensed into a thin layer of frost.

That breath was released in an instant.

Would he like someone like that?

He suddenly didn't dare to question, if Shen Menghan answered "yes", what should he do?

Could he not help but go crazy and kill him.

Even if it was just a thought, he would never forgive himself.

The familiar dim yellow in the hall poured all over the ground covered with a thin layer of frost.

The colorful streamer is bright, and the light is on.

The shadows of the trees are scattered and mottled all over the place.

Xie Chenyan walked up the stairs slowly, hesitating at first, but he walked steadily step by step.

Shen Menghan is waiting for him.

He was still in the posture he had when he went out, without moving, as if he had been sitting there for a whole day.

The wintersweet flowers on the table have long lost their color, like a wrinkled ball of waxed paper, the fragrance has dissipated.

Xie Chenyan was suddenly enlightened and realized soberly that he actually cared a lot.

He cares about everyone in Yin Pavilion, but Xie Chenyan is the most special among them.

He is such an intelligent and sharp person, he is willing to tie his life in Xie Chenyan's hands.

If he married someone else, he would be cruel to Xie Chenyan, and even more so to himself.

And this person has always been willing to be cruel to himself.

Eyes can't lie, when he looked at him, his gaze was the deepest.

Step by step, the details of the past relationship suddenly became extremely clear in his heart.

The scorching hot touch, the inexplicable dullness.

Fingers that dare not touch.

Shen Menghan heard the youthful footsteps slowly approaching, and opened his mouth soundlessly.

Before he could make a sound, Xie Chenyan stretched out his fingers like lightning, directly sealing his dumb acupoint.

Shen Menghan's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Xie Chenyan met his stunned wide eyes, and suddenly realized that, looking at his wide eyes from this angle, he looked a little childish and ignorant and cute.

This discovery made him feel extremely pity and pain.

Xie Chenyan lowered his head slowly, and sealed his lips under his astonished gaze.