Kite falling into red dust

Nangong Chen shook his head, "No need, I don't want to pretend to be someone else anymore."

Luo Hongyuan said: "But I only know this, and I can't help you with other things."

Nangong Chen lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then looked up at him, and said, "You can still do me a favor."

The next day, ugly time.

Nangong Jin stayed up all night and waited at the gate of Nangong Mansion early.

In the vast night, he suddenly saw a huge bird flying towards him.Since he couldn't see it clearly, he mistakenly thought it was going to attack him, so he blocked the saber in front of him.

When the bird flew close, he realized that it was a goshawk.It flew over his head, flew straight into the courtyard, and landed on a stone table.He hastily chased after him.At this time, he suddenly discovered that he recognized the eagle.When he was imprisoned in Tenglong Town three years ago, he often saw Luo Hongyuan using a goshawk to communicate with the outside world, but it was the one in front of him.

"Maomao!" He tried to call its name.It glanced at him with a pair of sharp eyes, showing a gentle and submissive posture.He walked over, opened the bamboo tube on its feet, and took out a scroll from inside.

Seeing that he got the letter, Maomao immediately spread his wings and flew up, circled over his head for a week, and then flew away.

He opened the scroll, and it turned out to be Nan Gongchen's personal letter:

"Father, mother! My son is unfilial and has caused a catastrophe. I have no face to come back to see you. I decided to go to the rivers and lakes for a while, and when I become more mature and capable, I will come back to reunite with my parents. If at that time Parents are still angry with their son, and they will beat and punish him, but the son has no complaints.

Zihua, help me take good care of my parents.

Take care and don't read. "

At the same time, in the palace, Murong Mingyu was playing chess with Murong Mingshuo.

Murong Mingyu said: "It seems that I haven't played chess with you for a long time."

Murong Mingshuo said: "It's because His Majesty always loses to his younger brother, so he doesn't want to go down with his younger brother."

The two looked at each other, and showed a knowing smile at the same time.

Murong Mingyu turned his head and glanced at the door, and said, "Where's Ling Jiao? I haven't seen him since the birthday banquet started. Isn't he inseparable from you?"

Murong Mingshuo sighed lightly, and said lightly: "Just like Brother Wang's Mo guard, he is from the Jianghu, and his servant is called Chendi. In fact, Chendi can't control him at all. He doesn't care where he goes or what he does. I seldom talk to my younger brother."

Murong Mingyu said: "When he comes back, remember to call him to see the widow, the widow has something to ask him."

Murong Mingshuo picked up a piece of pastry from the plate at hand and took a bite, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Is it about Luo Hongyuan?"

Murong Mingyu immediately stared at his face, "You know?"

Murong Mingshuo wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and said: "Brother Wang, don't wrong me, my brother just said that I don't know where he usually goes or what he does. Even Luo Hongyuan and Luo Hongyuan The matter that Hongdie is still alive, I don't even know about it. Believe me, I will never know more about what happened at the birthday banquet during the day than Brother Wang."

A look of disappointment flashed across Murong Mingyu's face, he lowered his head, and silently dropped a piece on the chessboard.

Murong Mingshuo stared at him with an inquiring expression in his eyes, "Brother Wang, what is the relationship between you and that Luo Hongyuan? You won't forget that he is the murderer who murdered your father, right?"

Murong Mingyu sighed, and said: "I haven't forgotten, but I just can't bear to hate him."

Murong Mingshuo smiled and said: "Brother Wang is really a bodhisattva! Then what is Brother Wang going to do next?"

Murong Mingyu shook his head and said: "I don't know, I only know that since he has come back, he can't be allowed to leave."

The sky will be bright.

On the streets in the capital city, several stalls selling breakfast have just been set up.A thin man, wearing a gray cloth shirt, wearing a silver mask on his face, and carrying a long sword in an ebony scabbard on his back, just looking at the appearance, he looks very unfriendly look.

He walked to a stall selling hot noodle soup, picked a seat and sat down.The stall owner was a thin middle-aged man. Seeing him, he felt a little scared, but in order to do business, he went up to him cautiously and asked tentatively, "What do you want to eat, sir?"

"Just a bowl of hot noodle soup is fine." Luo Hongyuan replied flatly. "Okay, just wait a moment, the hot noodle soup will be here soon!"

The noodles were cooked quickly, and it was just a bowl of plain noodles without any oil or water, with a few vegetable leaves floating in it.However, Luo Hongyuan has never paid much attention to basic necessities of life, as long as the food can fill her stomach, that's enough.

He picked up the chopsticks, took off the mask, and just took two bites when a tall figure sat down beside him, "You just eat this?"

When he turned his head, Ling Jiao leaned over and put his arm on his shoulder, "Is it short of money? Tell me about the lack of money!" He lowered his head and continued to eat noodles, "What can I do for you?"

Ling Jiao lowered his voice, and said, "I asked the brothers from the Divine Sword Hall to send Hongdie and the Deposed Queen to Qi Country. After they settle down, they will send us a letter."

Luo Hongyuan said indifferently: "Why did you tell me this? What does it have to do with me?"

Ling Jiao said: "I know that although you don't say it, you still care about her in your heart."

Luo Hongyuan just buried her head in eating the noodles and ignored his words.Ling Jiao took out two coins from his pocket and threw them on the table, then pulled him up and said, "Don't eat this, come back with me, let's have a drink!"

In a spacious and majestic hall, there is a plaque hanging in the center, on which are written three vigorous and powerful characters in gold lacquer - Shendaotang.

Luo Hongyuan looked up at the plaque, "I didn't expect the Divine Sword Hall to flourish again, I thought you had already disbanded it."

Ling Jiao sat down, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "At the beginning, I did disband it for Mingshuo. Later, I spent some time, bought a piece of land, and recruited some new brothers, so I put this brand again. hung up."

"This is the rudder?"

"This is the capital, how could I set the main rudder here?" He paused for a moment, then added, "The main rudder is in Jizhou."

"Jizhou?" Luo Hongyuan repeated the name of the place, and a smile suddenly appeared in her eyes, "You and Murong Mingshuo are doing pretty well now?"

Ling Jiao smiled shyly, and said: "It's okay if it goes well or not. I figured it out, as long as two people are happy together, no one can predict the future. I don’t even bother to think about it.”

At this time, a big man came up, clasped his fists at Ling Jiao, and said, "Master, the food and drink are ready, please take a seat." He nodded, looked at Luo Hongyuan with a smile, and said, "Come on. , Shuang'er, taste the chef's skill of my Divine Knife Hall!"

After drinking for three rounds, Ling Jiao was a little tipsy, so he started talking, "When I saw that Nangong Chen, I was really shocked, his face was exactly like yours. When I saw him and Murong Mingyu's appearance of being so close together gave off a strange feeling, like seeing..." He suddenly closed his mouth, because he saw Luo Hongyuan's face became very ugly.

After a moment of silence, Ling Jiao still couldn't help asking: "Back then Nangongchen went to look for you to change your face, and still wanted to be like you, why did you agree?"

Luo Hongyuan picked up a vegetable leaf and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly, said lightly, "Why don't you agree if you have money?"

Ling Jiao stared into his eyes and said, "Are you sure it's not out of your selfishness?"

Luo Hongyuan said: "What does it have to do with me if he wants to change his appearance?"

Ling Jiao said: "Because he wants to use this to get close to Murong Mingyu."

Luo Hongyuan picked up the wine glass, drank a full cup of aged bamboo leaf green, and said, "So what?"

Ling Jiao said: "Do you really want me to make it clear? He loves you."

Luo Hongyuan turned her head, stared at him sharply, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ling Jiao smiled lightly, and said: "You killed his father, not only did he not punish you, but he also used his heart and soul to save you; after he thought you were dead, he found you again. A person who looks exactly like you is by my side, if these don’t mean that he loves you, I really don’t know what love is.”

Luo Hongyuan lowered her head, poured herself a glass of wine, and said in a deep voice, "Even if he really loves me, it's a wrong love. He shouldn't let it develop at all, but should..."

"Should I be like you, hiding from my heart and deceiving myself?"

Luo Hongyuan looked at the wine in the glass, suddenly smiled sadly, and said, "Just think that I am deceiving myself, but what else can I do..."

On July [-], everything is suitable.

The mansion of the Xiao family, the richest man in the capital city, is decorated with lights and festoons, and it is full of joy. The front hall is full of guests who came to congratulate the young master of the Xiao family, Xiao Langhao, and many of them hold important positions in the court. All the officials here took the opportunity to cling to Xiao Langhao because they knew about the friendship between Xiao Langhao and the king.

However, Xiao Langhao was absent-minded throughout the night, and kept looking around while toasting, not knowing who he was looking for.

At noon the next day, Xiao Langhao told his newly married wife that he was going to visit the silk and satin village.In fact, he went to the palace to meet Murong Mingyu.

As soon as they met, he said in a tone like asking a teacher to ask a crime: "What's the matter? Is the friendship between His Majesty and Caomin for so many years all fake?"

Murong Mingyu didn't blame him for being rude, but smiled and said: "What's the matter, is it because the beauties I promised you were not delivered?"

Xiao Langhao turned his body around, waved his fan, with a displeased expression on his face, "Caomin thought the king had forgotten."

Murong Mingyu patted him on the shoulder and coaxed him with a smile: "I think it's really not good to take a concubine on the first day of marriage. Even if your wife doesn't say it, she will definitely be unhappy in her heart. Don't worry. Well, the widow has already chosen for you. In a few days, the widow will definitely send someone to send the beauty to your house."