wind blowing wind

hair strong.

There are dead branches in front of the nunnery, and there is thick snow on them, Wei Shengni walked forward and shook the branches involuntarily, the snow fell rustlingly, looking at such a scene, he only felt fear.

If I were Snow, who would the Branch Shaker be?

Wei Shengni took a deep breath, waved away the boredom in his heart, adjusted his mood, and walked into the nursing home.

Maybe it was already doomed, or the cause had already been planted, and there will be results.The moonlight tonight is too indulgent, the afterglow spreads over the nursing home, like a real dream, and the person in the dream is always there.

Wei Shengni had neither joy nor sorrow, but the hand holding the lantern was already turning white.In front of him was the white moon that he had been looking at all the time, like the waning blue moon, cold but kind.

The man stood with his back to him, with his hands behind his back, but that slender and distant figure shattered Wei Shengni's memories that had been deliberately sealed up for a year, completely and completely.

"Master..."

The lantern in his hand fell sadly, and a flame was ignited, which soon disappeared.

"Cheng." It's a unique title, and the back that looks like a fairy is indeed a false sound.

Mu Yin turned around, elegant and quiet, his impeccably exquisite face was stained with the brilliance of the moon, making it even more dreamlike, as if he didn't belong to this world, he approached Wei Sheng Ni step by step, like stepping on the moon Come.

Wei Shengni felt that the false sound was a miracle since he was a child, and the de-dusting made people unable to profane.Even if he holds Mu Yin in his arms, he is like a person drinking water, knowing whether he is warm or not.

Close at hand, but far away, that is a miracle.

"Cheng, let's go into the room and talk." Mu Yin said in her usual friendly but slightly deserted voice.

"Okay." Wei Sheng forced out a smile and replied.

There will always be someone in the world who is willing to fail completely for another person.

【in the room】

"Why did Master leave the island?" Wei Shengni asked in confusion.

"I'm worried that something will happen to you." Mu Yin sat down and said.

Ever since Weisheng went out of the island, his destiny has been flickering. He has a hexagram every day. Not long ago, he found out that there is a catastrophe for Weishengni's divination—the catastrophe of losing his life. The hexagram two years ago said that there must be a succession. The fateful catastrophe finally appeared.

"Ok?"

"As for the matter of the spiritual bones, I'm afraid that the investigation is almost complete." Mu Yin asked with a flash in his eyes, and changed the subject.

"It should be in the palace." When talking about business, Wei Shengni's expression turned serious.

"What do you think?" Mu Yin asked with confidence.

"I don't know either." Wei Sheng wondered.Right now the only option is to find Zuoqiu Jie, but that is not easy.

"The spirit bone is really in the palace?"

"It should be, I really have to go to the palace." Wei Shengni said.

"The timing is not right, hold back first." Mu Yin always speaks without hesitation, and puts everything to the point.

"Okay." Wei Shengni nodded, and then asked, "Lan You should tell Master everything."

"En." Mu Yin glanced at Wei Shengni meaningfully.

Wei Shengni looked at Mu Yin's eyes, and his heart was trembling, like a child who was found stealing food.

"By the way, when I went to the Western Regions this time, I met a purple-haired man whose martial arts were much higher than mine. He told me about the spiritual bone." Wei Shengni thought of Liuting, and told Wu all about the Western Regions. sound,

"Wulin is not peaceful anymore." Mu Yin took a sip of tea gracefully and said lightly.

"That's right." Wei Shengni's tone was calm, he took out a sachet from a small cabinet, took out the agarwood hairpin inside and pushed it in front of Yaoyin.

——"When I can really let you go, I will give it back to you."

The words of that day are still in my ears, Mu Yin's eyes are slightly sulking, and I feel a sudden suffocating pain from the bottom of my heart to the whole body, the hands hidden in the wide sleeves are clenched into fists, and the lips are gradually turning white... …

"I don't need this wooden hairpin anymore." Wei Sheng said out loud.

Mu Yin nodded stiffly, his whole body was numb and cold, and his eye sockets were terribly sore. He seemed to be dumb and felt his throat was hoarse and hot. When he opened his mouth, he could only utter a blunt "um".

"Master, let's go to bed earlier." Wei Shengni looked at the somewhat sleepy Miu Yin, and said with concern.

"Well, you should also take a good rest." Saying that, Mu Yin stood up, her body shaking slightly but she quickly calmed down.

"Wait." Wei Shengni put his fur coat on Mu Yin's body, and blamed softly, "It's so cold that you don't have to wear thick clothes, even if you are a high-level martial artist."

Seeing Wei Shengni clinging to her, a look of unnaturalness appeared on Mu Yin's face, thinking that she hadn't seen Xuan Cheng for almost a year, and now she was unexpectedly uncomfortable getting close again.

How much can a year change?

"What's wrong?" Wei Shengni looked at Miuyin's erratic eyes, worrying endlessly. In his memory, Miuyin had always been firm and unmistakable, and when the final word would appear, when would such a confused expression appear.

Mu Yin frowned slightly, he turned his back to Wei Shengni, as if he had exhausted all his strength to squeeze out those few blunt words: "You don't need the wooden hairpin, just throw it away...it's useless anyway gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew away directly, and Yuebai in the snowy night looked so lonely and alone.

Wei Shengni fixedly looked at the doorway where Mu Yin disappeared, feeling a chill in his heart—his master still hasn't changed, always crisp and neat, without nostalgia.

Muyin fell precariously to the snow, holding on to a dead branch next to him exhaustedly. He pulled up his clothes and looked sadly at the faint purple mark on his wrist. His face was paler than ever before.

After a short rest, he gritted his teeth and stumbled away, leaving lonely footprints all the way.

If I were Snow, the person who shakes the branch must be you.

Su Cheng.

Rong Ye early February 22

The hearts of the people in Changling City were greatly boosted, and everyone was talking about the five princes' illustrious military exploits: Jingguo won a complete victory in the battle of Jingbian.

The gate of Changling opened in an instant, and cheers and shouts came from all directions.

Zuoqiu Yang was sitting on the horse, even though it was the severe winter in February, the people didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, the screaming and shouting around them almost made the sky explode.Although he felt noisy, Zuoqiu Yang did not express his dissatisfaction.He is full of smiles, shining in every corner like sunshine, sitting on the horse naturally and beckoning to the people.

When the common people saw this fairy-like prince, the sun set him off like a god, shining golden light, and their voices became louder and louder.

"Ah Yang is really welcome!" Ai Qi on the side smiled, and patted him on the shoulder while saying sourly.

"Say nonsense." Zuoqiu Yang glared at him, just about to continue, when suddenly an object flew towards him, he dodged subconsciously, and was caught by the guards on the side.

"What is it... Wow, what a beautiful hydrangea!" Ai Qi leaned forward and saw the delicate handmade hydrangea, and couldn't help shouting.

"Let me take a look." Zuoqiu Yang took the hydrangea, then looked to the side, and saw a beautiful young girl in the crowd, looking at him shyly, presumably this handicraft was made by her.

"Wow, a girl gave a hydrangea to Ah Yang!" Ai Qi laughed, "Let me just say, you are the most loved by girls like you!"

"This..." Zuoqiu Yang was very distressed, he knew what the girl was thinking, he couldn't help clenching the maple ring on his finger after thinking about it.Secondly, he took the girl's hydrangea but did not return her much, so he felt a little embarrassed.

"Accept it! It's a small reward for your great service! You won't be able to save face if you don't accept the other girl." Ai Qi said with a smile.

Zuoqiu Yang nodded, and then returned a thankful smile to the girl, and the other party blushed even more when she saw him like this, and lowered her head.

This time it was even more serious, the common people threw several hydrangeas towards them like a pot exploded, it seemed that this harsh winter was going to be melted by this enthusiasm.But trouble the guards around Zuoqiu Yang to help him catch them one by one.And Zuoqiu Yang smiled gratefully one by one, but there were ripples in his heart.

A group of people marched towards the palace like this.And the Meridian Gate was already wide open, and a group of soldiers on Miyagi sang loudly to celebrate this glorious moment.

Zuoqiu Yang smiled, sat on the horse calmly, and looked at the scenery in the palace with nostalgia - he had never been away from the palace for such a long time, and this trip certainly left a deep impression on him.

After passing through the Jinxiu Gate and jumping over the Heshan Hall, one arrives at the place where the emperor greets him personally—the Liyue Gate.This gate is the place that divides the palace into two. It has a small palace wall with not many guards on it, which is very iconic.

Zuoqiu Yang saw the Liyue Gate from a distance, there seemed to be a person standing on it, surrounded by palace people, wearing a black fur coat, a few snowflakes fell on it, making his skin white and tender like snow.

Just a distant figure can easily make his thoughts of the past three months surge, almost breaking through his chest, breaking through barriers, breaking through the fire.

After farewell, we will meet again.A few times the soul dream is the same as the king.

Tonight, there are silver jars left to take photos, and I am afraid that the reunion is a dream.

Zuo Qiuyang came to the door, got off his horse, strode up the steps, wishing he could fly forward.Climb up the Liyue Gate, turn around, and see that familiar person standing not far away, his black fur profusely matching the tiny snowflakes.

He wanted to speak, but was stuck in his throat and couldn't speak, so he could only stride forward and smile.

Zuoqiu Jieping dismissed the attendants around him, and stepped forward alone.He had been standing in front of the Liyue Gate for a long time, his body was already frozen stiff, his hands were cold and stretched out to hold Zuoqiu Yang's arm, touching the corners of his lips, his face was frozen stiff.

"I am very happy that Yang'er has returned victorious."

Zuoqiu Yang heard a surge in his heart, and said, "Father." Then he caught Zuoqiu Jie into the trap unexpectedly, pressed him tightly against his cold cheek, and stroked the snowflakes from his hair with his hands. , murmured pitifully: "Father