Purple must

Everyone couldn't tell who it was at the beginning. The man was wearing a gorgeous triple dress, a light purple shawl, a flower crown mask on his head, and flowers decorated with tassels hanging down his shoulders.With a slender figure, silver hair dragging the ground, and long sleeves flying up, she looks like a fairy.

Uncle Shen whispered in surprise, "...is...a fairy?"

Xie Yan clenched the reins tightly, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Feng Qi!"

Feng Qi turned around, without saying a word, facing Lu Changqing who was sitting high on the horse.After a while, he raised his hand and took off the white pottery mask.

On the deep black and blue phoenix eyes, golden eyeliner flew obliquely into the temples.The scene where the two of them faced each other was too familiar, and it reminded Lu Changqing of that unforgettable first meeting deep in his memory.

Feng Qi remained silent, neither advancing nor retreating.However, the melding of divine and secular beauty, its very existence is enough to disturb the delicate balance of nature.

Xie Yan was flustered. He paid attention to Lu Changqing's expression, and cursed at the bridge: "Feng Qi, what kind of magic are you doing with this outfit! Brother Chang Qing, don't be fooled by him!" Lu Changqing was indifferent to being tortured by the rod, and he had already buried a deep resentment towards him.

Lu Changqing said lightly, "Feng Qi, make way."

Feng Qi was silent for a moment, looked down at the bundle in his hand, and when he looked up, with a half-smile expression on his face, he said softly, "Aman, you might as well step over my body."

When he said this, it was as if he was urging a glass of wine, casual and plain.

Lu Changqing's face turned blue, and he smiled, "You think I dare not?"

Feng Qi opened his hands, lowered his eyes, but raised his head slightly, and said slowly: "Then you come."

The man was unarmed, standing alone at the bridgehead, but he had always been on the altar and had a great reputation, even if he said such a thing, no soldier dared to raise his horseshoe towards him.

Xie Yan knew that this person was Lu Changqing's demon, and shouted: "Brother Changqing, you lead us to rush there, he owes you his life!"

Uncle Shen said: "Your Highness, why don't we bring the national teacher as a pawn."

Lu Changqing didn't listen to the conversation between the two, but just looked at Feng Qi with all his attention, tracing the corners of his eyes, the corners of his lips, and his snow-white hair with his eyes.It seems that I don't know which one to look at, but it is the last one.

The man in front of him who would rather die than let him go is the man he has loved for 20 years, the man he has violated the norms, betrayed his ancestors, and abandoned his beliefs.

But what does admiring such a man bring him?Only humiliation, imprisonment and despair.His elder brother once said that what love brings to people should not be despair and depravity, but hope and faith, which are the driving force for hard work.People don't live only by emotion, they still have reason, so some love must be discarded.What's more, even the ardent passion that never regretted dying at the beginning can slowly fade with the passage of time, and become a scar that only hurts faintly.

Lu Changqing withdrew his gaze and looked up at the snowflakes dancing in the air.Those soft and cold snowflakes are like the feelings Feng Qi gave him, gentle but cold, with a dreamlike beauty, but they melt and disappear as soon as they are touched.Even if he wanted to hold it in his palm and take care of it, it would only turn into a puddle of water in the end, and he couldn't hold it.

"Come on, find a rope and tie the national teacher to a tree." Lu Changqing ordered.

Soon several soldiers surrounded him.Feng Qi was sick and weak, and would never make unnecessary resistance to any violent behavior.He let them push and push, but when the bag in his hand fell to the ground and the brand new robe inside was spread out, he struggled a few times and looked back frequently.

"What is this?" Lu Changqing picked up his robe with the tip of his sword, as if recalling something, he turned his head to look at Feng Qi, who was firmly tied to the tree by the soldiers.

"Did you make this for me?"

"It's not for you." Feng Qi closed his eyes and said.He knew that he couldn't stop Lu Changqing, and with his usual style, he wouldn't be able to stand in front of a cart, but he couldn't restrain himself from staying here.Just like at this moment, looking at him and talking to him, even if Lu Changqing really trampled him under the horse, he would feel that it was worth it.

Lu Changqing was already tired of seeing Feng Qi's tricks, so he sneered, and said clearly: "You brought it here specially, and you kept looking back just now, just to let me notice it. Do you think that when I see this dress, I can Thinking about your benefits..."

If others insulted him like this, Feng Qi would definitely get angry, but when Lu Changqing said this, he only felt sour in his heart, and couldn't help but bitterly said: "Aman, do you think everything I do is plotting against you?"

Hearing his bitter tone, Lu Changqing couldn't feel any pity in his heart. He had indeed been tricked by Feng Qi too many times, and he was familiar with this man's temperament.It's like the story of the farmer and the snake. Once you can't bear his pitiful gesture, you will be bitten severely the next moment.

Lu Changqing pulled the reins and was about to cross the bridge, but Feng Qi called him again: "Aman."

Lu Changqing didn't want to listen any more, didn't want to turn around, wanted to raise the whip, but couldn't move his hands no matter what.The misty snow had already covered up the sound a lot, but his ears seemed to be pricked up, involuntarily catching any syllable from the man's throat back and forth.

"I, I love you..."

When Lu Changqing heard these words, he suddenly could no longer hear any sounds in this world.He never expected Feng Qi to say such a sentence at this time.

The voice was thin and timid, stumbling, completely different from Feng Qi's usual calm tone, and he even thought that what he heard was not Feng Qi's voice.

Lu Changqing turned around suddenly, his eyes were red and bloodshot.He stared at Feng Qi who was tied to the tree in embarrassment, and felt that this man was so small and cowardly for the first time.

"You say this now, which makes me think you are very interesting. When I loved you to death, you dismissed me, and now I don't love you anymore, but you suddenly said this to me."

"Lord Fengqi, don't love me, you still love your Great Zhou Jiangshan!"

Some words are like knives, which can directly poke into the heart, and bleed out.At this moment, Lu Changqing suddenly realized that the power of words is far beyond that of weapons.

Feng Qi seemed to be stabbed in the heart by him, but he didn't seem to. He lowered his eyes and said softly: "... Changqing, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I just... I was afraid that you would go too long , I have no chance to say it again."

Lu Changqing ignored him and left with a whip, a troop of horseshoes galloped past, and the newly made robes were trampled into mud.

The snow gradually fell, and the sun was hidden in the thick clouds.Feng Qi couldn't move, shivering from the cold.The snow buried her ankles, and her feet still hurt at first, but now she is numb.

Lu Changqing still hit the vital point with that knife, but when the pain was at its extreme, he felt only numbness, and after slowly getting over the force, he could feel the sharp pain that followed.

Feng Qi didn't know whether he was suffering from poison or heartache, his heart was twisted like a knife, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which fell on the white snow along the corner of his mouth and chin.The first mouthful of blood seemed to open a floodgate, and every time he coughed, he was bound to vomit a mouthful of blood.

The extreme pain caused his sanity to completely collapse, and he seemed to smell a sweet fragrance from the end of his nose.In the world where the akasaka flowers are in full bloom, there is no responsibility and pain, no coldness and despair, only young and healthy self and still affectionate lover.

There is so much despair in this world, let us just hope that life is like a dream, and when the dream wakes up, happiness remains the same.

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