Dongyin

?The words are divided into two ends.

It only said that Chu Xiying saw Duan Hong riding a horse and carrying a knife to kill someone that morning, and he was in a trance all morning.

Seeing that she was quiet, Ying'er felt relieved, but couldn't help but sigh.Now that the master and wife have passed away, even the young master... They depend on each other for life, and they could have lived a stable life, but Chu Xiying always clings to a rootless relationship.Life is alive, just seek peace and worry-free, what troubles are you looking for!

Seeing noon, Ying'er reluctantly went to the stove to light a fire to cook.After half an hour, the food came out, but I was shocked.I saw a fire not far away, white smoke billowing, what's going on?She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that when Shan Junxiang sent them here, he said that there was an old fisherman living nearby.But I haven't seen it for so long, could it be that the old man set the house on fire while cooking at noon?

Ying'er quickly calmed down, she didn't want to be troublesome, she entered the room and calmly arranged the dishes, and closed the door, "Miss, it's time to eat."

"Ying'er, it's noon, why did you close the door?"

"Ah..." Ying'er said as if swallowing a weight, "Just now when I was burning the fire, I got my eyes wet and shed tears when I saw the light, miss, shut it down for a while and it will be fine."

Only then did Chu Xiying look at her carefully, and seeing her look weak, she was surprised but didn't want to expose it, so she paused and said, "Be careful in the future."

Ying'er was busy responding, and the two ate quietly.After more than half an hour, Ying'er quietly opened the door a crack, the smoke had thinned a lot, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, hummed to put away the bowl, stepped on the tune and went out the door, then her feet softened, startling her scream.There was actually a thin old man lying under the steps. His clothes had been sooty, his original color could not be seen.She hurriedly hopped aside, suddenly lost her mind, Chu Xiying must have heard it.This person just escaped from the fire, I don't know if he can be saved, what should he do if he dies here?

"Quick, go get a bowl of water!" Sure enough, Chu Xiying walked quickly, but she couldn't help being shocked when she saw this.

"Don't pull it." The old man sighed long, his voice was weak, he bent his fingers, motioned Chu Xiying to come down, and said, "I've lived for so long, I've lived enough."

Chu Xiying squatted down and only looked at him, bewildered.

The old man smiled hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the hem of her skirt, "Are you Huayang's friend?"

"…Yes"

"The child came here secretly twice and didn't come to see me." The old man sighed with a trace of regret, "I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other again in this life."

Chu Xiying's heart tightened, not knowing what to say.Although she has experienced the bereavement of her relatives several times, she has never sent the dying. This situation makes her at a loss.

"Miss, here comes the water." At this time, Ying'er came over with a bowl of cold white water, and Chu Xiying took it.

The old man was exhausted, as if he had no strength at all. Chu Xiying carefully brought the mouth of the bowl to his lips. The old man caught a glimpse of her palm, his eyes changed, and he grabbed her hand fiercely.

The bowl shattered to the ground, Chu Xiying was taken aback, and retreated subconsciously, Ying'er hurriedly stood in front of her, pointed at the old man's nose and scolded, "You old bastard, you don't feel ashamed at your age ..."

The old man smiled meaninglessly, stopped for a while, and sighed, "God's will, it really is God's will." Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Chu Xiying's face, with a kind smile in his eyes, and said, " Your ancestors were the Chu family in Nanyang, Zhao State."

"The old man is also from Nanyang?" Chu Xiying was surprised again, this person is unusual.

The old man laughed and said, "Your great-grandfather's great-grandfather and I are old-fashioned friends. Before I became a monk, I would drink at your house every day. The reputation of peach blossom wine in Jiujing Village is not in vain."

Great-grandfather's great-grandfather, didn't he live to be 150 years old!The old man was talking nonsense again, and Ying'er was about to scold, but Chu Xiying stopped her, saying, "Little girl is stupid, she is very rude, I hope the immortal will not take offense. But I don't know where the immortal is from? "A hundred years ago, the Chu family was also a well-known aristocratic family. The hereditary marquis started to believe in the madness from her great-grandfather. I don't know where I heard that longevity is true. I practiced alchemy all day long, and the family declined because of it. Until now, it has become unknown. Someone figured it out.Could this person be the enlightened immortal in that painting?

"Pindao is Qingyang's fourth-generation direct disciple. Those things are too long ago, so it's worth not mentioning them." The old man said, "I'm close, do you know Chu Qinglan?"

"She is the little girl's aunt."

"That's right." The old man carefully observed her face, and said, "That little girl is quite intelligent. I accepted her as an apprentice, and even rewarded her with the jade pendant passed down by my master, but she put Tao aside because of love."

The old man let out a long sigh, and continued, "You saw that little baby this morning, she is the flesh and blood of my villain. I wanted to take her life, but I didn't mean to catch a glimpse of Nayu. Seeing her kind nature, I thought of the relationship between a teacher and a student." , wanting to transform her into Taoism. Who knew that she was too inferior, which hurt my vitality. Alas, one is the founding marshal who won the hearts of the people, and the other is a peerless woman with a lot of Taoism. How did she give birth to such a thing. "

Chu Xiying remained silent.

"Forget it," the old man said, "Anyway, the things in this world have nothing to do with me...you give me your hand."

"You..." Ying'er poked her waist and wanted to scold again.

Chu Xiying stopped her, stretched out his hand, the old man took a close look at it, and counted with his fingers, "On the evening of the eighteenth day of the winter moon, go to the big banyan tree at the mouth of Yuanyang Lake, there is a chance to come." The little emperor will die in a month's time. For her mother's sake, let's just mention it this time. As for whether she can live it or not, it depends on her fate.

Chu Xiying was very puzzled, but it was not easy to ask what kind of opportunity it was.

"Okay, the hour is coming." A figure suddenly appeared in the old man's sight, it was Shan Junxiang, he grinned and said, "Although it is God's will, it is also man-made. You are trapped by love like my apprentice, but you are more fateful than her." Well, in less than three years, everything will come to an end." After speaking, he closed his eyes and let go.

Some people miss a moment and miss a lifetime.

"He said he died!" Ying'er said in surprise.

"Who, who's dead!" Shan Junxiang came running out of breath, facing Chu Xiying's shocked gaze, and slowly moved her gaze down.

Hearing a plop, Shan Junxiang knelt down straight.Looking at the debris all over the floor, Ying'er couldn't help but gasped.

Shan Junxiang knelt on the ground for a long time like a stone carving.Finally, she clenched her fists, slowly picked up the old man's body, and left.

The bowl dregs pierced into his hand, and blood flowed out, but Shan Junxiang didn't even frown.

"Miss..." Ying'er looked worriedly at the bright red on the ground.

"Let her be alone for a while." Chu Xiying watched her go away.

That night, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, the mountain line had disappeared, only the lake water reflected a faint silvery white.Most of the tourists in the lake have gone back, and there are only a few abandoned fishing boats floating in the wind.

A dragon boat with its sails furled was tied to the shore, and there was a faint light in the cabin.Only four or five lamps were lit inside, and all the delicacies on the table were dimmed.Sitting above it was a young man in a golden robe with a silent expression, and next to him was a woman in a Chinese dress with an alluring appearance.The two sat on their seats, independent of each other.

Before the table was half opened, the boy put down his chopsticks, got up and left.

"Your Majesty!" The woman hurriedly stood up and blurted out the words.

Duan Hong's body was visibly paused, she turned around, her eyes only stayed on Bai Yan's clothes, and said, "You don't want to come, why are you here?"

"I..." Bai Yan wanted to speak but stopped for a while, before saying, "Hong'er, we are going back tomorrow morning, the moon is shining tonight, why don't you take the opportunity to enjoy it?"

Duan Hong glanced past her face, and said lightly, "I don't want to go." After that, he turned and walked inside.

Bai Yan felt sour in her heart, mist rose up her eyes, she bit her lip tightly, and looked at her back motionlessly.

"Princess." Ruyi hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Bai Yan pushed her hard, turned around and staggered out, tears streaming down her face.

"Your Majesty" Ruyi chased to the inner cabin, and whispered to Duan Hong, "Everyone is here, why should Your Majesty still be fussy?"

"I care about everything?" Duan Hong sneered, glanced at her, and said, "Ruyi, do you still remember who you belong to? Hmph, I have been there for half a year, and I don't even know my last name. How dare you criticize me?" I?"

"Slaves dare not" Ruyi hurriedly lowered her head.

Duan Hong glanced at her coldly, just sat down on the bed, his thoughts gradually sank.

The cabin was silent, Duan Hong was upset, finally cursed secretly, got up and walked outside.

It was quiet outside, under the moonlight, Bai Yan stood alone by the railing in thin clothes, trembling.Duan Hong's heart tightened, but he just stood on the edge of the cabin and watched her from a distance, refusing to go forward.

Ruo saw that she had a look of remorse, quietly took the smock and handed it to her.Duan Hong was in a stalemate for a while, put away the smock, paused, and then walked towards the railing.Why does she bow her head every time? !The more she walked, the more dissatisfied she was, and when she got behind Bai Yan, she casually threw the clothes on her body.Unexpectedly, Bai Yan turned around and threw herself into her arms with tears all over her face.

Duan Hong was taken aback, and slowly hugged her tightly, the person in his arms gradually calmed down.Duan Hong sniffed her hair, feeling as uncomfortable as if a boulder had been choked—in a trance, she suddenly remembered the night of Qixi Festival, another woman with tears on her face, the small fishing boat, and the lights all over the river.