Puzzled

The next day, June, night, Luoyang, Zuiwangchi.

A flat boat, the waves on the lake are dotted with stars under the moonlight, white water and summer moon, boating under the moon, the clouds are heavy.Following the rhythm of the breeze, the reeds by the lake are softly swaying, dancing gracefully with the mottled tree shadows.

Three thousand black hair brushed his shoulders, this man had bright eyes and white teeth, a pair of honey-brown fox eyes were raised slightly, he didn't care, and with a slight smile, he looked up at the starry sky.The lake is as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the small boats in the middle of the lake. Looking from a distance, a little boat in the lake looks like a needle in the sea.

Blank, suddenly, his gaze was entangled with the moonlight, and he didn't know where it fell.Distant, bright, resplendent.Luoyang Zhongtu Zuiwangchi, what if one day he wakes up and finds that all this is a dream?If this is a dream, will he meet Pei Yimo when he wakes up?

The moonlight meanders, floating a dream.Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, time is the passer-by of a hundred generations, and life is like a dream, how happy is it?

The lakeside is already full of falling petals, flying flowers like rain.Everything seemed to remain unchanged for thousands of years, only a faint silvery color, flawless and transparent, even though it was a breeze, it made the boater's clothes flutter.

Su Yanhui lazily held the oar in his hand, but didn't row it, just letting it float half-body in the quiet lake water.

In Pei Yimo's hand is a fine wine glass, which is filled with half a bottle of gorgeous wine, flowing freely through his jade-like fingertips.

He was slightly drunk, and smiled lightly, this smile was so sinister, so seductive, as if mocking the chivalrous tenderness of the children of the world, as if he was wryly laughing that he had fallen in love by mistake all his life.

"Drunk forgetting is liberation."

Su Yanhui was standing. Hearing this, he turned his eyes away from the emptiness and looked at Pei Yimo who was half lying down.

"Yanhui, do you know that killing is not the most painful thing, but bearing the consequences of killing is the most painful."

Su Yanhui nodded: "I know."

Pei Yimo didn't drink the soft wine in the glass, but his face was flushed a little, and he continued: "When I met Hua Xiyu for the first time, I knew she liked me."

Su Yanhui froze for a moment, did not answer, and waited for him to continue.

Sure enough, the beauty stared at the wine glass in her hand, and came slowly: "The first time I met her was in Yangzhou. I was 14 years old and she was 12 years old. It was just a one-sided relationship. How could I know that she would have a secret love. Since then, It was almost six years before I heard from her again."

"what news?"

"In the past, there were beauties like flowers, graceful and graceful like the clouds in Chang'an."

Su Yanhui received: "In the past, there was a gentleman like jade, as elegant and romantic as in Jiangling songs."

"I didn't understand before, why it is called 'the past' cloud... Now I finally understand that no matter how beautiful things are, they are only for a moment... How is it not the past?"

"Mo'er, everyone is the same, so am I. One day we all have to bid farewell to the world of mortals."

"Yes. In the end, I actually killed her with my own hands."

"It's obvious that she lost her mind and died."

Pei Yimo smiled and shook his head, as if saying "you don't understand", but he didn't say anything after all.

Breezy and bright moon, boating on the lake, the moonlight is like gauze, and the light smile is like ink. Although the flowers falling by the Zuiwang pool are beautiful, they are not as beautiful as Yimo's glance back.

The small boat floated leisurely in the middle of the lake, and the green hills in the distance seemed to be covered with a layer of fog on a summer night. Looking back, Su Yanhui looked extremely dark because his back was facing the moon. Standing in the night scene, he looked like a blue bird flying alone.The wind blows the surface of the water, and the patterns are clear and round.

The fragrance of flowers came with the wind, touching the tip of their noses.

Newly poured fragrant wine, warm summer, driving a small boat engraved with plum blossoms and jade hairpins, who can have such a happy time, like Su and Pei flying together?

Thousands of strands of blue hair, no hair bands bound, boats and boats revel in, startling ripples, few pedestrians, sparse lights.Sad and clueless, the beauty is sincere, and the color of the wine is the same as before.

Everything is silent, but ink alone drinks.

The end of the song is weak, and Yu Yan rowed the boat.

Reluctantly, stop and go.

Beautiful appearance, only for lovers.

"By the way, Mo'er, Bai Die is going to marry the palace girl. I just received Xiao Nan's pigeon this morning."

Pei Yimo seemed to be a little brighter: "When are you leaving?"

"Just next week, they're going to do it at the Lilong residence in Jiangling."

"Okay, it's a matter of my mind."

"Mo'er, let me ask you, do you like taking a boat into the depths of Zuiwangchi just like this?"

"of course."

"We'll be like this every day from now on, okay?"

"it is good."

"Today I see that your complexion has improved a lot. Miss Chunyi's prescription must have worked."

"……Um."

"you're drunk."

"No...no. Yanhui, I'm a little cold."

Su Yanhui put down the boat, went to hug Pei Yimo and said, "It's still cold in June? Mo'er, are you cold only when you're asleep?"

"Ah."

"Let's go back now."

"You hug me..."

Su Yanhui hugged Pei Yimo, a princess, into his arms, and said with a smile: "Of course I hug you."

Long lovesickness destroys the heart and liver.

inside the house.

When Su Yanhui put Pei Yimo on the bed, the beauty was already asleep.

His tears couldn't be held back any longer, rushing past, but endured the sound of irregular breathing, and gently covered him with the quilt.

How long will those tonics last him?God knows.Su Yanhui doesn't know how much Pei Yimo suffers every day, whether physically or psychologically, but Su Yanhui understands that no matter how much pain he has, he won't tell it.

Pei Yimo has the most perfect face in the world, but also has the most difficult love in the world.

I don't know the age, I don't know the age...

I would like to be with you forever, on this light boat in Zuiwangchi, watching pavilions, towers and pavilions, seeing how many times spring comes, watching the lake as blue as water.

How many love affairs when I was young, nothing more than a flower stand, lost my youth, cut off the autumn rain, and shattered my face.

The North Hall is closed before the moon falls, and the soul enters Yaoming Township.Wen Tong didn't care about waking up, but Emperor Wu Hengwu felt the fragrance after he woke up.

……

Jiangling, Penglai Villa.

It took a lot of effort to clean up the mess. This fight took almost three-quarters of the manpower of Penglai Villa. In addition, Jiang Daiqing was unconscious all the time, and Jiang Suihun was the first and the second big.

Wen Nanhui pushed open Jiang Daiqing's door.

Seeing that Jiang Suixun was there, he cupped his hands and bowed: "This junior has met Master Jiang."

Jiang Suixun raised his tired face and said, "Young Master Wen, you are welcome, sit down."

"Master Jiang... If it wasn't because of Nanhui, Mr. Jiang would not have become like this. Master Jiang, Nanhui is here to make amends today, and I will let you handle it."

Jiang Suixun couldn't help a wry smile, waved his hands and said, "No need, Daiqing really loves you if you think about it... In fact, we are the masterminds of this incident, so what has it to do with you? Don't mention the past again! "

Wen Nanhui didn't expect him to accept the fact so easily, and then asked: "Young Master Jiang..."

"He's fine, he's just in a coma. Maybe Mr. Wen will come to accompany him for a while, and he'll wake up."

Wen Nanhui understood that this was just a joke, but it was not easy to shirk, so he agreed to send Jiang Suixun away, leaving Wen Nanhui and Jiang Daiqing alone.

It's been a long time, it's June.

Wen Nanhui just looked at him like this, not knowing how to face him.After hesitating in the room for a while, Wen Nanhui planned to leave.

"..."

Suddenly hearing a faint call, Wen Nanhui stopped in place.He's awake, he's really awake!