ink blade

When Chu Yan woke up, Xue also became gentle.

He opened his eyes, and vaguely saw the Zhonggan Hall with the brocade bed warming the stove.The hall master closed his eyes and let out a breath slowly, feeling as if he had had a big dream.

He seems to have returned to the previous life when he was lured astray by the poisonous incense. He remembered it all, and those incomplete memories have never been so clear.

In his dream, he screamed and struggled, even cried and begged, stretched out his hand to Mo Ren who was tortured by him, shouted Ah Ren, shouted no, but nothing could stop him.

His body was suffering from high fever, blood loss and severe pain, and his heart was cut into pieces.The severe cold of the wind and snow penetrated into the bone marrow, and he gradually moved further and further away, his consciousness thinned.

But when he walked on the bridge that would take him to his death, he heard Ah Ren standing under the bridge again, calling him, Lord.

As soon as Ah Ren called him, he obediently walked down and walked back.

Listening to the movement on the bed, several young maids guarding in the Zhonggan Hall hurried over in pleasant surprise.

"Hall Master!"

"Hallmaster is awake!"

"Hurry up and report to Miss Qiujin..."

Only then did Chu Yan feel something was wrong, and asked with a frown, "Where's Qiu Jin?"

The hall master was seriously injured, but Qiu Jin, the personal maid, was not at the bedside to wait on her, which was really unreasonable.The more the little maid faltered, the more frightened Chu Yan became, and he couldn't help saying angrily: "Say!"

After all, the palace master has been majestic for many years, the little maid trembled in fright, knelt down and replied: "Report to the palace master, it was the guard Mo who just woke up from a coma, and Miss Qiu Jin went to see him."

There was a "buzz" in Chu Yan's head, his heart was half cold, and his Adam's apple rolled twice before he asked, "Aren... where is Aren?"

"It's next door. Ms. Qiujin is in charge and asks Mo's guard to rest... Palace Master!"

When the little maid raised her head again, Chu Yan was already struggling to get up, and despite his serious injuries, he wanted to support the wall and fall to the ground.Several maids were scared out of their wits, but they couldn't stop them at all.

Enduring the pain, Chu Yan staggered to the side lying beside the Zhonggan Hall. Before entering, he heard Qiu Jin's angry voice:

"Lie down for me! If you are like this, where are you going to go!? The night before yesterday, a group of us went down the mountain, and I almost died here by taking medicine to detoxify. Moren, you are very capable, aren't you!"

Moren's hoarse voice sounded again inside: "...I want to see the Lord."

Qiu Jin: "No!"

Mo Ren: "I want to see the Lord."

Qiu Jin was almost overwhelmed by his anger, and she was a cold and respectful maid of the palace master in front of outsiders, at this moment she stared and scolded: "You are going to faint even when you are lifted up and fed with medicine, what a piece of shit you are! "

Shit... No, Palace Master Chu walked in at this moment.

When Qiu Jin turned her head, her face turned pale: "My lord, my lord—"

She immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly in fright: "My lord, forgive me, Qiu Jin is talking nonsense, you deserve to die!!"

Chu Yan pressed her shoulders and lifted the maid up with his hand.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the ink blade on the bed.

... The sky is bright and clear, and the snow outside the window is still piled up on the branches in fine pieces.

Mo Ren's black hair was loose, and he leaned weakly on the soft pillow, his face was very pale.After nearly two months, the thin skeleton makes people feel flustered.

Chu Yan couldn't say any more, he took two steps forward in a vain manner, and saw himself in the wide-open eyes of the guard...

The same long hair is disheveled, a bloody bandage can be vaguely seen under a single piece of clothing, his face is bloodless and his figure is swaying, looking quite embarrassed.

The next moment, Mo Ren's eyes were filled with hazy water, and tears were about to fall.

Chu Yan rushed forward and hugged him, gasped deeply with distress, and said in a loud voice: "Ah Ren, Ah Ren is so good...don't cry anymore, Wang Gu is back."

In Mo Ren's eyes, only Chu Yan's injuries remained. He was so painful that he could hardly sit still, curled up and trembled, and squeezed Chu Yan's fingers: "My lord...!"

"Master, shit," Chu Yan let go of him, pinched the guard's cheek fiercely, and pretended to be angry, "What are you doing again? Tell Gu honestly!"

……

In the end, Palace Master Chu and Mo Shiwei were all pressed back to the bed by Miss Qiu Jin nagging.But there is one thing, the two of them changed into a room, just laying down together like this, those who should recuperate from illnesses, and those who should recuperate from injuries, all neat and tidy.

The days just go forward day by day.

Lin Yun said, the palace master was seriously injured this time, he lost both energy and blood, and his internal energy was too strong, so it is inevitable that he will lose five years of skill.

As for Mo Shiwei, because he practiced the dark hall exercises since childhood, and suffered from the cold poison for too long, even if he got rid of the poison now, he might suffer from chills in the future.

But even so, at least the beloved is by his side, and the rest of his life will be long.

One evening, Mo Ren turned his body sideways and looked at the snow outside the window seriously.

Chu Yan looked at the guard's half-exposed pretty side face, and felt itchy in his heart. He couldn't help getting out of bed and moving over, got into Mo Ren's quilt, and hugged him from behind: "What is Ah Ren thinking?"

Mo Ren came back to his senses, hurriedly and carefully avoided Chu Yan's wound, and whispered: "I'm thinking... thinking about the future."

Chu Yan grabbed his hand, put it in his palm to warm it, and asked softly, "How about the future?"

"From now on, there will be no enemies, no troubles, and I will be greatly loved by the Lord... The subordinates feel like a dream when they think about it, and they are not used to it for a while."

"How can it be said that there are no enemies, those villains from the lord's mansion have colluded with Nanjiang, and I haven't settled with them yet."

"My lord is right. It's just...it's just that even if there are swords and swords in the future, the things that subordinates will do will be different from before."

Chu Yan knew that Mo Ren understood the meaning of cherishing his life, and smiled lowly: "That's natural, you should get used to it slowly, and the good life will begin now. Ah Ren will be loved by Gu for a lifetime."

"..."

Mo Ren's ears were reddish, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Chu Yan just hugged him like this for a long time, as if making up his mind and brewing courage, he called the guard's name again.

"Ah Ren." He leaned down and kissed Mo Ren's pale back neck, and murmured, "Let's get married."

Mo Ren was warmed and comfortable by the master, and he was already drowsy. At this time, he instinctively mumbled "Yes", and after a few breaths, he suddenly woke up and said, "Master!?"

Chu Yan smiled sullenly, rubbing the tip of his nose against him, his phoenix eyes brightened and said: "Gu said, Ah Ren, let's get married."

"Let the world know that a grand ceremony will be held so that everyone in the world will know who the husband of the Lord of the Nine Layers Palace is."

Mo Ren started to frown upon hearing the previous sentence, and persuaded in a low voice: "My lord, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. After all, my subordinates are humble..."

But when he heard the phrase "husband", he opened his eyes slightly in shock.

Chu Yan helped the guard's face to him, and began to kiss him with attachment: "If Ah Ren doesn't want winter, how about spring."

Finally, the beginning of spring was decided, and the auspicious day was chosen.

According to Chu Yan's meaning, he wants to make a big deal, and he can do as much as he can.His nature is such that he loves and hates strongly, and when he likes someone, he insists on giving that person the best.

It's just that Mo Ren still had concerns, and he grinded back and forth on both sides, and Chu Yan finally backed down a step, not to the point of spreading invitations all over the world.

It's just that the red silk of Shenghuo was spread in the Jiuzhong Hall, and the Xuyang Sword Sect, Shuijinglou, and a few families I made friends with during the Southern Border War were invited.

When it came to the auspicious day, they didn't show their faces, but they were actually very nervous.

Chu Yan was nervous because he was afraid that he would not be able to handle the scene that Bai Hua misunderstood in his previous life, which made Ah Ren feel disappointed.

In fact, this is too much to worry about. In the previous life, the Nine Layers Palace had already been completely defeated. Enemies were made everywhere, and the internal church members were also dissatisfied.

How can it compare to the dignified spring banquet today, where people gather to celebrate and smile?

But seeing the green hills overlap, the snow melts in the stream; the flowers bloom randomly, and the birds come in succession.The red silk hanging in the hall was personally ordered by Qiu Jin, and the four protectors and the three hall masters also got a vacation, talking and drinking, having a good time.

This situation, on the contrary, made Mo Ren even more nervous.

He was nervous about himself.

After all, a secret guard who came out of the dark hall, in terms of appearance and demeanor, couldn't compare to Bai Hua's charming and charming posture.

Not to mention that he has never worn such a bright red color. What if he can't stand up and look even more ugly...?

Mo Ren knew that the Lord really loved him, but he still couldn't help thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more he lost his confidence.

After dawdling in the room for a while, he finally changed into the Zhenghong wedding dress, looked in the mirror, and couldn't see anything beautiful or ugly, so he had to resign himself to his fate and walk out.

After entering the lobby, Mo Ren was startled when the lively conversation stopped abruptly, and everyone inside looked at him in unison.

Hearing Yinglei sigh in a daze, he tugged at Yingyu and said, "My mother, Guard Mo... this..."

"..."

Guard Mo was terrified, but he had no way out, so he gritted his teeth secretly and walked in.

He walked up to Chu Yan without daring to raise his head, and called out in a low voice, "My lord."

Yinglei slapped his thigh, and said with a heartbroken voice: "You said that if the guard Mo is enlightened earlier, he will wear this suit to act like a spoiled child in the arms of the Palace Master, and what about Bai Hua's fart!?"

Ying Yu also stared straight at Mo Ren, with her mouth opened wide: "My God, I didn't expect Big Brother to look so good in red! Right, Brother Feng?"

Yingfeng patted Yingyu's head helplessly, and Yingdian next to him said quietly: "Otherwise, the white guard Mo is not suitable for red?"

"Miss Qiu Jin joked with me yesterday, saying that once Brother Mo came out in this body, the palace master might be hooked away..."

As for Palace Master Chu's reaction?

Since the soul has been hooked away.Regardless of the public, he clutched his treasure in a daze and did not let go, calling "Ah Ren" and put his lips and teeth on it.

Afterwards, incense was lit, music was played, and the bride and groom bowed down according to the rules.

Mo Ren didn't want to, no matter what, he was still Chu Yan's bodyguard first in his heart, how could he ask the palace master to kneel down to him?

Only this time, Chu Yan didn't back down, and the husband and wife bowed upright, and then they held Mo Ren's hand and stood up together.

This night, the bridal chamber was full of spring night again.

Mo Ren was originally an ascetic who came out of the dark hall, and Chu Yan took care of him, probing from the shallow to the deep, and doubled the affection he owed before leaving last autumn.

It was just in time for the good spring, and the outside was thinly covered with rain and dew, making the new stamens tremble.In the middle of the night, both of them lost their sense of proportion, and they changed positions and lingered fiercely several times.

In the end, Mo Ren's eyes were absent-minded and his spine was tense, his knuckles almost tore the quilt, until the waves climbed to the top again, and instantly turned into white light and poured down, crashing his mind.

The guard raised his slender neck tremblingly, let out a choked cry, and passed out in the over-stimulated joy.

Only then did Chu Yan stop panting, he was really startled when he saw that he had knocked people out, and when he came back to his senses, he regretted it terribly.

Mo Ren only fainted for a few breaths before regaining his senses, and obediently stuck to the Palace Master in a daze.Chu Yan couldn't laugh or cry, kissed the guard's forehead, and murmured: "Ah Ren, don't make trouble, don't do it, don't do it."

Slowing down again, Chu Yan hugged Mo Ren to take a bath and clean it.There are only two hazy lanterns hanging high in the bathing pool. They are soaking in the warm water, cuddling each other, and slowly talking to each other.

... As he was talking, he almost misfired again.It's just that this time Chu Yan refused to do what he said, for fear that the guard's health was not yet fully recovered, and he would get sick again from exhaustion.

After going back and forth like this, the two of them finally went to sleep until it was almost dawn.

Chunmian is unconscious.

……

Another few days.

The pear blossoms at the foot of Tianlan Mountain are in full bloom.

Two steeds galloped down from the Nine Layers Hall, carrying two masters and servants in black robes, and turned into the forest path in the south of the mountain.

From a distance, the delicate stone table and chairs are covered with pear blossom petals, as if waiting for the return of the old man, blowing the fallen flowers all over.

Chu Yan and Mo Ren looked at each other and smiled, each urging their horses.

Behind him, the wind blows like a song, and the pear blossoms are like snow.

The author has something to say: it is the finale, thank you for your company.

This journey is high and the water is far away, and it is really over.

Come on, there is bound to be a long, long rant after the finale.It is customary to first talk about a few key points that everyone may pay attention to, followed by a concluding speech.

① After I mark the text as completed, there will be a rating, [But! ! 】【Jinjiang recently restricted scoring, there may be some readers who want to give five stars and find that they can't. It's not your problem but Jinjiang's messing around. I'm sure】

Um, it’s always weird to score sentimental texts, but there’s nothing I can do about the process here, so I just hope that the stars can still be more beautiful.So I want to ask the cute ones who can't get five stars not to hit low stars, it doesn't matter if they can hit five stars in the future, or just don't hit it at all.

②About the extra episode.I know that you are all looking forward to the sweet episodes. Logically speaking, it should indeed have several extra episodes. I have thought about the stalks (many years ago).That's right, I understand everything I know, if I don't understand, click on Chapter 19 and someone moved it in the long comment area.

But according to my past experience, after the text is finished, I will definitely enter a state of salted fish paralysis.Moreover, this article is free, and there is no joy of increasing collection and income after the end to stimulate me. There is also a v article next door, so I think I may not be able to write it.Just... don't expect too much, and don't rush, if there is any, don't mess with it, non-business colleagues authorize it to open to everyone, you can self-produce food (?

The end of the free article does not affect the release of new chapters at any time. I may move the messy extras and jokes I wrote before when I have time~

③About the radio drama.The current progress bar is in the third phase of production. Actually, I don’t have much control over the production team. Anyway, non-commercial love generates electricity. Don’t worry, let’s squat slowly together.

④ I forgot who asked me if I would consider ending v, at least not in the short term.If one day you really enter v, based on the price of the app, the subscription to the full book will cost about four yuan. If you want to buy it again, you can bring any chapter’s comment record and Jinjiang reader ID to Weibo to find me , I'll reimburse you for half of the subscription.I can only reimburse half of it because the platform takes half of it, which means that I will return all the profits I can get to everyone... But the possibility of never being in v is still greater.

⑤Finally, ask for a collection of the author's column according to the fate, thank you all for this journey, and randomly send some red envelopes in the comment area of ​​this chapter~

*Then comes the closing remarks.

It's over, I'll put an old knot here first.

How should I put it, the Moren article is always different to me.Up to now, the meaning of "I have finished writing the article of Moren" far exceeds the article of Moren itself.

Perhaps for most readers today, the stalk of this article is outdated, and the plot of the characters is a bit simple, and some readers may even find it poisonous or low.This is normal, because I fished out a work several years ago from the river of time, and repaired it along the old vein, which did not belong to the present time node.

The first edition of Ink Blade was just a random post on the post bar, with a double life setting + original character design.

After the reconstruction, Ink Blade 2.0 was created, and the core stalk of drunken life, dream and death in southern Xinjiang was made, and the overall story took shape. That was 2015.

At that time, Ah Ren was the extreme of a typical loyal dog guard in my taste; Palace Master Chu was... (whispered) the extreme of a typical reborn repentant fake slag attack in my taste? ?

It was very fun to write like this, and then I overhauled 3.0 and minor repaired 4.0. I ran to the college entrance examination before finishing 4.0, and finally this version.

In fact, after such a long time, I myself have changed. Sometimes I feel awkward when I write a few years ago, but I still try to fit the original style as much as possible.I haven't added any new plots since Chapter 54 (except for the easter eggs in Chapter 63), and I've followed the outline of 4.0 completely, which can be regarded as making up for things that I didn't have time to write back then.

I finished it with a self-cherishing mentality, but I received a lot of readers' love in the process.Some people say that this is also their white moonlight, and it is their favorite master-servant essay. Occasionally, they can reminisce about their youth and miss the past together.

Going back to the beginning, I said that the conclusion of the article of Ink Blade has many meanings beyond the article itself.But most of these meanings belong to the author himself, and it would be too narcissistic to talk about them one by one.I think about what the most important meaning is, maybe it makes me realize that as long as I really want to write a good article, I can do it.

If the writing is not good for the first time, I can fix it for the second time, and if it is not good for the second time, I can fix it for the third time.You can stick to it without a list and no income, and you can finish it with one chapter in half a month.What was interrupted can be recast, what was missed can be made up, and finally there will be a reunion with the love of many very good people.

It's really good, as romantic as it is in the novel.

Ah Ren and Dianzhu have already got their belated HE.

We are destined to see you on the next leg of the journey.

感谢在2021-03-2123:36:17~2021-03-2400:45:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 cat girl;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: give him one;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 2 genetically modified milk yellow buns; 1 Si Jun, Ni Ni, Xia Ayu, and Yun Shuiyi;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：三开战猎萨66瓶；世有山河58瓶；瞎阿鱼56瓶；湫汐54瓶；二营长50瓶；不能吃的稻米15瓶；疏雨未歇、是一博yb呀、白白胖胖的小包子、3146478310瓶；陈小絮8瓶；cc璇儿7瓶；Alice、彼岸、万人非你5瓶；34949046、347759261瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!