Jinsu Liuguang Lightly Worrying about the Years

"Don't talk too much, let's talk about it after you take Xiaoqianyou's head!" An Haotian's eyes showed contempt, Xiaoqianyou was the opponent he admired, and also the opponent he feared.

"An Haotian, I see loneliness in your eyes!" The stooped body looked so small in front of the man, but the words he said hurt his heart severely.

"Only when you are extremely restless and timid, can you have such eyes." The stooped old man disappeared after finishing speaking.

disturbed?timid?An Haotian frowned, how could these emotions appear on his face.

"It's impossible for Wang Chou to assassinate Xiao Qianyou!" The indifferent voice in the darkness narrated calmly.

"If he can really kill him, Gu won't let him go!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Wang Chou is arrogant and arrogant. It's extremely unpredictable. It would be great if he can be used by me sincerely. If he has a different heart..."

"When did you become so ruthless?"

"Ruthless? Really? If it's really ruthless, then it's fine!" If it's really ruthless, why bother to be so entangled in my heart now.

"One thing he said is right, you are afraid!"

"Meddling is not your style!"

"Heh! What's the matter, are you planning to turn me into a heartless and desireless person?"

"If you talk nonsense again, I will consider it!"

Sure enough, there were no more sounds in the darkness, and everything returned to calm.

The weak wind gently blows the bamboo leaves, rustling.

There are still a few nearly withered chrysanthemums blooming in the courtyard, the red-hot flower balls stand out among the emerald greens, and the trails are covered with patches of red.

The black robe swayed all over the ground, brushed against the flower branches, and became soaked with water droplets.Sliding down all the way with the wind and rain, before I knew it, I had already arrived at the small courtyard I was familiar with.

Inadvertently pushed open the blocked courtyard door, and a familiar smell came to the face. It was the sandalwood that the man in red loved most. lost that persistence.

Since the disappearance of An Lexuan, he has never set foot here. The courtyard is deserted at this moment. The two guards who were originally arranged here are taking a nap by leaning on the bamboo railing. They didn't intend to disturb them, but unexpectedly they stepped on the pond and made a sound. .

Waking up in vain, the two guards hurriedly took up the spears in their hands and swept towards An Haotian. After seeing the person in front of them clearly, they exclaimed "Your Majesty!" They hurriedly threw away the spears in their hands, and knelt down in panic, "This subordinate deserves death! "

No one can afford to offend Longyan and exterminate the clan, not to mention the king is always moody.

An Haotian stands tall, two lives are worthless in his eyes, if it was before, he would have been dragged out and beheaded as an example to others.But now, when he heard his own voice, he was so helpless and sad, "From now on, you don't have to work here anymore, go back to your original positions!" Here, no one will come here again.

The two guards were still in panic, what An Haotian said seemed to be a big relief to them, a sigh came from above their heads, followed by the sound of leaving footsteps.

Looking up suspiciously, what I saw was the black and desolate figure, as lonely as a winter plum blooming alone.

Pushing open the familiar door of the room, the cold wind rushed in one step at a time, rolled up the rice paper on the table and spun all over the sky, and finally fell to the ground quietly, and everything returned to silence.

Stepping inside, everything in the room remains the same, as if there is still a man's familiar atmosphere, squatting down to pick up the paper falling at his feet, the elegant font is like a man's red veil dancing, "Qin Xiao and He"

With a heartbeat, I took a few steps forward and picked up the paper. This time it was "High Mountain and Flowing Water"

Carrying the long and long strokes of the brush, it turns and turns, just like the gurgling water, and the majestic mountain peaks are in front of you.

Picking up one by one, those bold or gentle fonts evoke the warmth buried deep in the memory. The cicadas in the hot summer are tireless, but the teenagers practice Zhenghuan, and even forget to eat and sleep in order to practice well. the point.Up to now, I have finally practiced good calligraphy.

When it came to the last picture, the movement stood there abruptly.

The four upright and generous words "Gentlemen grow old together" fell on the paper with a little tenderness, quiet and easy-going.

Reaching out to pick it up, that face is rare tenderness.

Put all the papers on the table and press them down.

Pull up the sleeves, lay out the paper, grind the ink, and wave your hands.

"Let's all live together!" The four big characters vividly appear on the paper, with a touch of power, and the gentleness in the domineering air flows naturally.

That year when the young man had just learned new words, he looked up at his innocent smiling face and asked for the meaning. That year, he wrote these four words

"Gentlemen hand in hand, white heads together."

After regaining consciousness, the wolf in his hand fell down in awe, and the ink color dripped and dyed on the white rice paper, getting thicker and bigger.

It was as if the distance between him and An Lexuan was getting farther and farther!

That's it!

With a long sigh in his heart, An Haotian raised his head and closed his eyes, if he could be safe as before, I would give up everything.

Unfortunately, there is no going back.Such a desperate expression, such a resolute figure, like moths rushing to the flame without hesitation, Le Xuan, Brother Wang was wrong.

You woke me up with such cruel methods, but you will never sleep peacefully in my arms again.

The vicissitudes of life turn in an instant, as if a lifetime has passed, leaving behind those words that only allow the bright moon to slowly settle in the ocean of memories, and precipitate the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

The night was cool, and the downpour turned into a drizzle.

Xiaoqianyou was wrapped in fox fur and stood in front of the window, the two glazed beads in her hands were constantly grinding to make a sound, not making music but not unpleasant.

The tea was already cold, and there was no trace of it being touched.

The two wintersweet plants in the courtyard are already budding. Although they are not open, they are also a rare landscape painting.

The door creaked open, and the young man in white came in with a teapot in his hand. His cheeks were covered by a white towel, leaving only two eyes outside. He looked at the white figure standing in front of the window, put the tea in his hand on the table, and changed it to herbal tea. Standing aside respectfully, "My lord, have some tea!"

The person in front of the window came back to his senses, looked down at the drizzle falling to his feet, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, suddenly felt a little weird, but couldn't explain why, felt thirsty, so he went over to fetch hot tea.When I lifted the lid of the cup, I suddenly thought of something, and asked casually, "Where is Xuanwu?"

"The hall master is still patrolling under the city gate." The boy replied without thinking.

The movement of drinking tea suddenly stopped, Xiao Qianyou frowned and nodded, but the tea cover in her hand suddenly shot at the young man in white.

Presumably he didn't expect him to do this, the servant couldn't dodge in time, and was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his face turned pale instantly, behind him came the sound of the cup lid hitting the wooden door, followed by the sound of falling to the ground and breaking.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!" The servant didn't know why, he just said that he had offended the person in front of him, got up and fell to his knees in panic.His body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled.

"Are you new here?" Xiao Qianyou turned her gaze out of the window with an unusually heavy expression.

"It's been half a month since my subordinates entered Xiaoxiang Tower. The Xuanwu hall master said that there is no one waiting for you, so he asked his subordinates to come over."

half moon?How did Xuanwu do things?The people of Ban Yue actually arranged here? "Head up!"

The little servant didn't understand what he had done wrong, and timidly raised his head after hearing Xiao Qianyou's majestic words.

"What's your name?" After a long time, Xiao Qianyou asked such a sentence, those eyes were too similar to Jin Su's, even the frightened eyes were exactly the same.

"The subordinate's name is Liuxiang"

Maybe it was because those eyes caught on to that person, Xiao Qianyou couldn't help softening his face, "You know, Xiaoxiang Building never needs useless people, you are not good at martial arts, right?" Xiao Qianyou noticed him from the moment he entered the door. Walking with heavy steps, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner at all, and in Xiaoxiang Building, everyone down to the laundry and cooking can know martial arts.

"This!" Liu Xiang was in trouble, he himself didn't know why he was brought into Xiaoxiang Tower, and he had never even heard of Xiao Qianyou's name before.