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There is a small town in the north of Jiangzuo City, and the surrounding area is full of tea farmers who make a living from growing tea.

Large tracts of tea gardens are neat and spectacular, row by row, row by row, layer by layer, winding like a ribbon and occupying the entire mountain in a trapezoidal shape. A thin white mist floats on the top of the mountain. The trees are all rendered in pure white.

The layer of snowflakes on the top of the pruned tea tree in early autumn gradually melts under the sunlight, exuding a little green, showing a beautiful charm.

In order to facilitate the free activities of tea farmers, ridges are reserved in the tea garden, and some residual snow is left on both sides of the fertile soil, including the footprints left by the tea farmers.

There are a few persimmon trees on the side of the ridge, all their leaves have fallen off, and many red persimmons have grown on the bare trees, which weigh heavily.

Zhang Yuan tapped his toes, flew up as light as a swallow, and easily picked the biggest and reddest persimmon on the top of the tree and handed it to Shen Mo.

"It's useless, take it."

The bone-chilling cold made Shen Mo uncomfortable when he was not in good health. He took the persimmon with his hand out of the sleeve, but didn't eat it.

He hates eating persimmons, just like he hates the cold wind in winter.

The atmosphere fell silent again, Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes, looked beyond the mist, and looked a little far away, he was thinking, should he tell his master to retreat after this task is over...

The desire to live with the people around me has become more and more obvious in the past few days.

"Go back." After Shen Mo said, he turned and walked back.

Zhang Yuan hesitated to speak, stared at him steadfastly, and finally said nothing, but pulled his clothes tighter, stood on Feng Qi's side, and used his body to block the penetrating wind for him. cold.

The morning sun was good, and the people in the small town were busy walking through the market, buying new year's goods. Among the crowd rubbing shoulders, there were two young people, one was tall and straight, with heroic eyebrows, and the other looked calm. His complexion was tinged with a sickly white, and it seemed that nothing could fall into his eyes.

Seeing that the young man was so skinny and the padded robe on his body seemed empty, Zhang Yuan tilted his head, and when he looked back, a smile appeared, "It's useless, don't be so stern, just smile."

Shen Mo covered his mouth and coughed a few times, a faint blood oozes from his lips, and the fishy smell in his mouth made him frown, "I'm going to Huangqiao tomorrow, right?"

"Useless...I shouldn't have brought you into this..." Zhang Yuan stopped, put his hands on Shen Mo's shoulders, leaned over, looked him in the eyes, "Do you hate me?"

Raising the eyelids to look at him, Shen Mo bent his lips, "I don't hate."

Just get what you need.

But Zhang Yuan didn't think so, he sent someone to take away Shen Mo, who knew that the other party accidentally pushed him off the cliff, if he hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

This incident should not have involved people around him, but now it has drawn it in. Zhang Yuan straightened his lips. It was the first time in 27 years that he, who had seen through life and death, felt so uneasy and blamed himself.

The two returned to their residence. It was a small courtyard. There was a white-haired man sitting in a wheelchair. His handsome face was covered with a trace of melancholy, and his eyebrows were stained with vicissitudes of life. He was holding a book in his hand, reading He was very serious, as if he didn't notice the person who came in.

Silence just looked away and looked away.

This person is the mastermind behind the bloody incident that happened in the palace ten years ago, Leng Wuhen, Zhang Yuan's master, and Lan Xi's lover.

Similar to the scandals in the imperial palace, once the court ladies were favored, they flew up to the branches, and the darkness in the harem also surfaced, and the ending after that was nothing more than tragic death, revenge, and the civet cat for the prince.

Knots are tied again, a dead knot emerges in the resentment of the next generation, and there is no way to untie it, only death.

Speaking of it, Liu Yan should call Leng Wuhen a big brother, and the prince in the palace should have his own simple life, a carefree life of ordinary people.

The power and competition among women ruined their original lives.

Putting the things bought at the market in the house, Zhang Yuan came out with a cup of tea, "Master, do you want me to push you out for a walk?"

Leng Wuhen put the book down, took a sip from the teacup, his voice was hard to distinguish, "Did you buy Ye'er's favorite jujube cake?"

"I bought it." Zhang Yuan secretly winked at Shen Mo and let him enter the room.

Shen Mo pretended not to notice, moved a bamboo chair to sit in the yard to bask in the sun, and threw back the big persimmon Zhang Yuan gave him.

Stretching out his hand to catch the smashed persimmon, Zhang Yuan smiled and hummed happily in his arms. After Leng Wuhen hit his cold eyes, he touched his head, but the smile on his lips didn't go away.

I really yearn for this kind of life without struggle...

After Zhang Yuan was sent out by Leng Wuhen to inquire about the news, the atmosphere around the small courtyard suddenly became cold and solemn.

Leng Wuhen turned the handle of the wheelchair, facing the young man basking in the sun with his eyes closed, who seemed to be asleep, "You are not Cheng Wuyong."

After a while, Mo Mo's eyes moved, but he didn't open them. He chuckled, "Yes, I'm not."

Now that he knew he couldn't hide it, he simply admitted it, and he was too lazy to cover it up.

Leng Wuhen didn't ask about his real identity, but just fixed his sharp eyes on him for a few moments and then moved away, as if not very interested.

"Autumn leaves are not autumn leaves." Seeing that the man turned into snow on the top of the snow mountain again, without any popularity, he remained silent but did not intend to end the topic, "You can't cover up that he belongs to Lanxi even if you make him yours." fact."

There was a moment of hostility on Leng Wuhen's face, as if he was not curious about how the other party learned this secret, he looked at the orchid with chaotic needlework on the cuff, and his eyes softened, "There is only one fact, he is mine. wife."

Silently lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, he thought of the Danqing he saw that day at the back of the Liyuan Mountain, and wondered what the face under the human skin mask looked like, and how could the two brothers of the emperor's family be emotionally involved.

The Yellow Bridge is near Shilipo in Jiangbei City. Everything is quiet under the sky, and the sound of horseshoes is extremely harsh in the middle of the night, walking on the dust.

As they approached, dozens of men in black, headed by the man in red, looked stern, and the three-foot green peak in their hands radiated cold light, infecting the night with murderous intent.

The man in red slowly raised his hand and said coldly, "Kill."

Dozens of men in black dispersed and surrounded the Yellow Bridge tightly, not even a stray cat could get through.

Zhang Yuan's face changed, he didn't expect that Liu Yan didn't worry about the life and death of the people around him at all, this was not to negotiate at all, but to drive them to a dead end.

The scene in front of him made him have to believe what his master said, Liu Yan is not human at all, he has no heart.

Looking back, he saw the man in the wheelchair with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly, his whole body merged with the darkness, and the terrifying murderous aura dissipated.

Zhang Yuan's breathing became tight, the master must be worried about the situation of his wife.

Withdrawing his eyes and staring at the man in red on the horse, a cold light flashed, and a soft sword appeared at Zhang Yuan's waist, and he joined the fight with a nimble and powerful wrist holding the sword.

Shen Mo stood behind Leng Wuhen, holding a wheelchair. This was the second time he saw Zhang Yuan killing people. What shocked him was the usual hippie smile, and occasionally some senseless young people. Once they picked up the sword, they would never see him again. A little bit of familiarity becomes unfamiliar and terrifying.

He put his eyes on the man in red and frowned slightly, no.

In the next moment, Mo Mo pursed his lips and hands tightly, it wasn't Liu Yan, he smiled in his heart, did he really make a wrong bet this time?

The black eyes condensed into a cold color, Leng Wuhen raised his head, his lips moved slightly, and a very soft voice came to Zhang Yuan's ears, "Stand back."

Zhang Yuan, who was in the crowd, picked up his soft sword and pulled it out from one person's throat. With a flash of his body, he flew five feet away.

Shen Mo held his breath, and he watched the remaining ten or so men in black being shot into bleeding holes by sharp arrows like scarecrows.

There was a bang in the ear, the sound of palms slapping the armrests of the wheelchair, silently watching Leng Wuhen fly out suddenly, Tsing Yi automatically without wind, with a flick of the wide sleeve, the last person was grabbed and thrown to the ground.

With a swipe of the sword, a human skin mask was torn off from the man's face, revealing his original face. It was another commander under Liu Yan. His body twitched a few times, and black blood gushed out of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, there was no warmth on Leng Wuhen's face.

Mo Mo licked his lips, fifty or sixty fresh lives vanished in less than half a cup of tea.

"It's useless, you see, that person didn't come at all." Zhang Yuan's face was gloomy, his sword was sheathed, he looked at the silence, but he didn't see any disappointment on the other side's face.

Can't see through this guy.

Three men stood beside the yellow bridge with severed limbs, and a large area of ​​blood stained the water under the bridge.

The plot to divert the tiger away from the mountain failed.

Originally, he wanted to lure Liu Yan out to give Qiuye time to find what he wanted, but Liu Yan had planned a long time ago, the person who came here was not himself at all, but a substitute.

So where is the real Liu Yan?

In the Liyuan study room of the Wangfu, a figure hiding in the darkness slowly came out, his thin body was so light that it flashed into the narrow bookshelf strangely, and his hands quickly flipped through the rows of books, and finally found some books at the bottom. The old book stopped for a while, and after opening it was an empty cabinet, a broken cowhide scroll lying quietly inside.

The man's eyes flashed, but at the moment when he was about to meet, a murderous look flashed by his ears, he turned suddenly, and the cowhide roll was caught by two fingers and put into his arms.

There was a cold and sharp tone in the playful laughter, and Liu Yan smiled, "I am very curious about who is the face behind your mask?"

Qiu Ye pursed her lips, showing a smile, as elegant as the wind, without any impurities, like a child, "I offended." The next moment he took the initiative to attack, the dagger in his sleeve pierced Liu Yan's throat, no longer a weak look , There was a coldness in the eyes.

Instead of retreating, Liu Yan's outstretched palm slapped his dagger blade with a terrifying gust of wind, and while he stopped for a moment, his fingers brushed past his ear.

Liu Yan was shocked by the face of the man in front of him, and his fingertips trembled violently.

"Lan... Lan Xi?"

Qiu Ye frowned, as if wondering why Liu Yan was so surprised, he narrowed his eyes, and swung his dagger horizontally.

Liu Yan, whose brain was confused, was caught off guard and only blocked it with his arm. His flesh was cut and blood seeped out of his clothes. He raised his head again, his face was ferocious, his eyes were red, and he smiled coldly, "Lan Xi, it's good that you are back."

Lan Xi?who?Qiu Ye took half a step back, he keenly sensed that the aura of this person had changed, he looked like two different people, and the one in front of him was a devil, with a horizontal dagger in his hand, he took the initiative to attack.

Shouts erupted outside, the fire soared into the sky, and sharp arrows shot out from the bow and crossbow in the hands of the masked man who appeared on the roof like rain, harvesting lives one by one.

Qiu Ye was hit by a palm, and the finger dagger fell, his chest burst into tearing pain, he held back the blood from his throat, and stepped back, but was trapped by a terrifying force, the air condensed, and for a split second , the dilated pupils are those blood-red eyes.

"Run, ran for ten years, and still haven't come back." Liu Yan's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and crazy light, he pinched Qiu Ye's neck, and laughed like a madman.

The strength on the neck intensified, Qiuye had difficulty breathing, cold sweat continued to ooze, and her breath was chaotic, "Liu Yan, Cheng Wuyong is still waiting for you to save him."

Cheng is useless...

"ah----------"

The expression on Liu Yan's face was distorted pain, struggling for something, he let out a painful roar, threw Qiu Ye out, covered his head and roared loudly in the corner.

The study room was in a mess, a sharp arrow was shot at the door, Qiu Ye took the opportunity to overturn the only intact bookshelf, and dodged out.

Outside the city, Mo Mo stood aside expressionlessly, Zhang Yuan paced back and forth anxiously, and when he saw a figure flying over, he immediately rushed to meet him.

"Miss, are you injured?"

Qiu Ye shook her head, leaned over and hugged Leng Wuhen, and handed him the cowhide roll in her arms. Her face covered in cold sweat was buried on Leng Wuhen's neck, and the blood from the corner of her mouth finally flowed out uncontrollably.

"Wuhen, I'm a little tired."