Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

A few years later, on the official road from southern Xinjiang to Dazhao.

A carriage is slowly moving forward.

At first glance, this carriage doesn't look very gorgeous. It has a light blue background, and some simple patterns with southern Xinjiang style are embroidered on it.The frame of the carriage is made of the most common pear wood, and the two old horses driving the carriage hang their heads listlessly.

If one only looked at the exterior, no one would believe that the person sitting in this seemingly unattractive carriage was actually the current ruler of Southern Xinjiang and her successor.

The little girl in southern Xinjiang's characteristic costume lay on the side of the carriage window and raised the curtain curiously to look out. When she turned her head, the silver ornaments in her hair jingled: "Master, the Central Plains is really rich. It's completely different from ours."

They have already entered the street market outside the capital city of Dazhao. Dazhao is rich, and the street market in the capital city is even more lively, which dazzles the little girl.

It turns out that Zhongyuan looks like this, and it really looks good.

No wonder the master has always wanted to come to the Central Plains all these years.

The little girl blinked and looked out of the window, there was a little boy coming out to play with his adults on the side of the street.

The little boy probably practiced martial arts at home. The boy was wearing a light blue shirt, his hair was neatly tied behind his head, and he held a long sword in his hand, with a serious face.

Obviously there is still baby fat on both sides of the cheeks, but he has been trying his best to keep his face on the ground, and put on a very powerful look.

The little girl found it interesting, and couldn't help giggling, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell.

The girls in southern Xinjiang are so hot and direct, the little girl turned her head and smiled at the people beside her, "Master, the boys in the Central Plains are pretty, I like them."

A woman was sitting next to her.

It is not clear how old the woman is at this time, but she looks like a young girl, her skin is moist, but her long hair has turned white, and it is scattered behind her like snow.

She was also wearing Southern Border costumes, but she was holding a black iron sword tightly in her hand.

The sword looks like the Central Plains at a glance, the blade is pitch black and its brilliance is awe-inspiring.

The woman's white jade-like fingers brushed over the sword delicately, her eyes were heavy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After hearing the little girl's words, the woman raised her eyes, glanced out of the window, but also laughed: "Jokha is an outstanding man, so he can naturally give birth to the best man in the world...."

When the woman said this, her brows and eyes were gentle, and her eyes were full of thoughts, obviously she was thinking of someone.

Seeing this, the little girl quickly got on the woman's lap, raised her head and acted coquettishly with her: "Master, did you miss him again? Don't be sad, just don't say anything."

The master is more than 40 years old this year, with a noble status, and is the most honorable royal family in southern Xinjiang. The good men in the family who love the master can line up from Sanxingtan to Sun Moon Tree.

The master didn't like any of them.

The master has never been married, nor has he had any children.

The elders of the clan were in a hurry, but the master would rather choose a few children to be his disciples and raise them by his side, as future heirs, rather than get married.

That's why she was chosen by the master to be her apprentice.

People in the clan said that the master lived in Dazhao for a while when she was young, and she fell in love with a man in Dazhao at that time.

It's just that the man's life was not good, and he died before the master returned to southern Xinjiang.

Since then, the master is unwilling to be with other men.

The little girl looked up at her master's beautiful and gentle eyebrows, and thought in her heart, the man the master likes must also be very good-looking, very powerful, very powerful.

Only such a good man can make Master such a good person miss him like this for so many years.

The man left a sword for the master, and the master took it with him every day, like a treasure, and no one would touch it.

She sometimes secretly went to see the master in the master's room, and she could often see the master crying at the sword while wiping it.

Is it because the master really likes that man?

But the elders of the clan clearly said that liking someone is the happiest thing in the world.

Why is Master's liking so bitter?

The little girl looked up at Su Jin, her eyes were clear and bright.

Su Jin looked at her and couldn't help reaching out to stroke her hair.

She looked out the window, not sure if she was looking at something or remembering something: "Ah Ruo, you remember, the boys in the Central Plains are very nice, but they are too shy by nature. They won't take the initiative to tell you that they like you ,so……"

Su Jin looked down at A Ruo, with a little memory in his smile, as gentle as a lake in spring, reflecting someone's tenderness back then: "If you like someone, you must tell him."

"You have to tell him that you also like him very much..."

"...I like it more than I like the world."

Su Jin lowered his head and nodded between A Ruo's eyebrows, holding back the tears that suddenly spread in his eyes, and continued: "You must tell him, don't let him think that you value other things more than him .”

"Men in the Central Plains are stupid. Once they think you like something more, they will really... trade themselves for this thing for you."

The little girl blinked, obviously not understanding what Su Jin meant.

Su Jin sighed, only stroked the little girl's hair again, and said nothing.

The carriage finally stopped, and it should have finally reached its destination.

Su Jin came to Dazhao this time to sign a truce contract with Li Yan.

After Yan Xuefeng died, the war between Nanjiang and Dazhao did not end.

In other words, because of Yan Xuefeng's death, both Su Jin and Li Yan hated each other to death, wishing to put each other to death every day.

Over the past few years, the war between Southern Xinjiang and Jokhang has continued and intensified.

Because of Yan Xuefeng's previous deployment, Southern Xinjiang has become much stronger, and because of its geographical advantage, it is not that it has not won battles over the years.

However, there are few small people in southern Xinjiang, and the people are not good at fighting. It is fine for a short time, but it will inevitably become weak after a long time.

Su Jin was originally thinking about whether to surrender to Dazhao in exchange for a stable life for the Xinjiang people, but Li Yan suddenly issued an edict a month ago, saying that he would negotiate peace with Nanjiang.

Naturally, Su Jin would not disagree with such a good thing, and then stepped into this land again after many years.

After all, it has been... 20 years since Yan Xuefeng passed away.

Su Jin still felt a little dazed when he stood in the palace again.

20 years have passed in a flash, and the scenery in the palace remains the same, but the man from back then... who was gentle and coquettish, who would look at her with a smile and call her "Jin'er" was missing.

Su Jin's hands trembled violently.

As long as she thinks of Yan Xuefeng, all she can feel is the sharp pain in her heart.

But thinking about it, no matter how painful she is at this moment, it cannot compare to one ten-thousandth of Yan Xuefeng's pain back then.

Su Jin was in a daze with her hair hanging down, when suddenly the eunuch's singing came from the side.

It's Li Yan.

Although it was a meeting between the two countries, Li Yan did not choose the Qinzheng Hall as the venue, but the Yugan Palace.

Su Jin is really familiar with this place, especially Li Yan seems to have taken great pains to keep all the decorations here these years, the white jade paperweight on the table, the brocade quilt on the bed, and even the wine cup that Yan Xuefeng loved most back then. , Su Jin has seen it in the old place.

Everything here is still the same, as if someone is still unwilling to wake up from a dream after many years, and is still stubbornly waiting for a person who is destined not to come back.

While saluting, Su Jin looked up at Li Yan.

In the past 20 years, men seem to have changed nothing, but they seem to have changed a lot.

He still has black hair as dark as ink, smooth skin, bright eyes, no fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and no signs of aging; but his temperament is obviously different from that of back then.

If Li Yan was an emperor back then, then Li Yan now... is more like an emperor.

The so-called one emperor through the ages should always be the one who makes people feel superior and unmatched at a glance...the existence of a lonely family.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers beside him, and they are destined to be empty forever.

Su Jin lowered his eyes and said pleasantly: "I haven't seen you for many years, Your Majesty is as handsome as before."

Li Yan did not speak.

Su Jin was a little strange, looked up at him, but saw that the man had been staring at her full head of white hair, as if in a daze.

Su Jin smiled, touched your hair, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "When I heard the news of his death in southern Xinjiang... I turned my head gray."

"Very good..." Li Yan was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then spoke softly.

Su Jin was taken aback by his answer. At first she thought that Li Yan was mocking her by saying that, but Su Jin reflected on Li Yan's tone of voice just now, and inexplicably tasted something from the tone of the man's voice. Does it mean... envy?

envious?

Su Jin laughed in her heart, maybe it was her illusion.

Although Li Yan and Su Jin are old acquaintances, they really don't have any good memories in common. We got down to business.

Su Jin originally thought that Li Yan was negotiating a peace suddenly, and under the situation that Dazhao had the upper hand, there must be many "unequal" treaties in the peace negotiation documents.

Su Jin was ready to have a good fight with Li Yan, but he didn't expect that once the peace agreement document was opened, the treaties in it were very fair, and even vaguely gave Nanjiang a lot of freedom.

Su Jin looked at the document blankly.

This document, this document... It was as if she was worried about her unwillingness to sign and made a deliberate concession.

But why did Li Yan do this?

Although Su Jin was surprised, he didn't mean to ask the words out, and after confirming that there was no problem with the terms, he quickly signed.

Li Yan didn't even look at the contract, he just waved his hand to signal the palace people to take Su Jin down, but he still sat where he was.

When Su Jin left, he looked back and felt that Li Yan's figure was very stooped at this time.

He sat there alone, as old as a dying old man.

Obviously, obviously he looks... still so young.

Su Jin thought for a while, and unconsciously walked to the outer hall.

Ah Ruo was waiting there.

When Su Jin came over, the little girl was looking at the eight paintings on the wall with her head up and her hands behind her back.

Su Jin also took a look and recognized the paintings.

Four of them were drawn by the folk painter when they were young.

Originally, there were only three paintings. Later, when a folk painter came to the palace, he accidentally saw Furong. This was the last painting, which completed the "wind", "flower", "snow" and "moon".

The other four were painted not long ago.

The painting style is the same as the previous four paintings, and the four of them still correspond to the four characters "wind", "flower", "snow" and "moon", and the words are still mentioned beside the painting.

It's just that the people in the painting are not what they looked like when they were teenagers.

Twenty years have passed, and they are all middle-aged.

I didn't feel it when I looked at it alone before, but now it is really obvious when compared with the previous paintings.

Su Jin looked at the eight paintings with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

I heard that Furong is now married and the mother of a child. In the painting, her appearance is no longer as beautiful as before, but the tranquility in the corners of her eyes and brows is still very moving.

I heard that Li Yan has never married a concubine for so many years, and he is still alone all the time. In the painting, he does look much colder than he did in 20 years.

Su Jin was in a daze, but A Ruo suddenly said, "Master, master, why is only the last group different among the four groups of paintings?"

"Other groups of paintings are full of teenagers and middle-aged, why only the people in the two paintings of 'Yue' seem to be of the same age? So young, brother."

"Master, who is this person? Why doesn't he have a middle age?"

Su Jin's body froze for a moment.

She raised her eyes to the last group of paintings that she had been afraid to look at just now.

As expected, the man in the painting still looked so young.

He has picturesque eyebrows and black hair, and the man is wearing his favorite costume of auspicious cloud and crane, riding on a tall horse.

Behind him is the new rising sun, which is like a fire, dyeing the large clouds in the sky red.

The man's expression is arrogant, his eyebrows and eyes are romantic.

The soles of his shoes were white, as if they had never been stained with a speck of dust.

The strokes of this painting are really gentle, and each stroke seems to be full of affection.

Su Jin looked at the painting, squatted down slowly, and burst into tears.

Yes.

Why among the four groups of paintings, only two of his paintings are of the same age?

Probably because... among the four of them, he is the only one who has not had a middle age period.

This person, this person... is already dead.

He... died 20 years ago.

He was only 23 years old at that time, so how can the artist... imagine his aging appearance?

Su Jin covered his heart.

She suddenly remembered that in the past, Yan Xuefeng's only thing was to be able to grow old with her childhood sweetheart.

They were both too young at that time, and they both felt that what was missing between them was a childhood sweetheart.

I never thought that in the end, the really missing... is the white head.

The tears that had been surging in my heart since the moment I stepped into the palace gate finally flooded my eyes.

Su Jin's eyes dimmed for a moment.

She raised her eyes to look at the last "moon", and it seemed that the scene of Yan Xuefeng riding on a tall horse leaning down and reaching out to her many years ago appeared in front of her eyes.

Su Jin finally cried out.

She thought, if there is another life, I would rather be the mud under your feet, the dirt under your horse, I would rather be as low as the dust in front of you all my life, I would rather my whole life be as dirty as when I first met.

I want you to be like this forever, aloof and spotless.

I want you to spend your whole life like the moment you first met, riding on a high horse, as arrogant and arrogant as a phoenix in the sky.

Don't fall into the dust again, no one can hurt you anymore.

As long as you smile at me, I am willing to give everything... hold the world in front of your eyes, so that you can look at me more.

I am willing to exchange my lifetime of humbleness for your unbroken pride.

*****

After Su Jin left, the Yugan Palace returned to silence.

A palace official carefully opened the door and walked into the inner hall, his movements were extremely light, as if he was worried that the slightest sound of himself would scare the people in the hall.

Li Yan, who walked over auspiciously, was staring at the contract that had just been signed in a daze.

Jixiang sighed in his heart, walked quickly a few steps and bowed to present the kit in his hand: "Your Majesty, you just asked the slave to find a new kit."

Seeing this, Li Yan quickly reached out to take the kit, and carefully took out something from his waist.

It was a talisman, and it should have been quite old for some years, but it was still in good condition.

Li Yan put the talisman into an unknown number of kits with extreme care, and carefully tied it tightly.

The man rubbed the kit carefully with his fingers, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he was looking at someone through it.

Jixiang sighed in his heart again, and he didn't know how long this new kit could last.

According to the emperor's rubbing method, no matter how strong the cloth is, it will not last long.

It's a trivial matter if the kit is broken, but I'm afraid that if one day the marriage talisman breaks...

Since the death of King Luo, the emperor regards this marriage talisman as his only sustenance, and takes care of it every day, not allowing others to touch it, even being careful when touching it himself.

Such gentle movements, as if treating the person he loves the most.

But the marriage talisman is, after all, just a piece of paper.

How long can a piece of paper last?

Ji Xiang didn't dare to think about it any more, and just bowed and said, "This time we have signed a peace treaty with Nanjiang, and there will be no more wars in Nanjiang. King Luo will be happy if he finds out."

Li Yan also laughed when he heard this: "Yeah, Xuefeng must be happy to know... It's been 20 years, if he is happy today, he should come to see me in his dream."

Li Yan touched the kit, and finally there was a genuine smile on his lips for the first time in a while.

Yan Xuefeng passed away for 20 years, but Li Yan never dreamed of him.

At the beginning, Li Yan thought that Yan Xuefeng hated him and didn't want to come to see him, so he thought, wait a minute, for a person as gentle as Xuefeng, there should be a day when his heart softens.

He went to his grave to beg him every day, begging him to dream of him.

He just really missed him and wanted to see him again.

But 20 years later, Yan Xuefeng still didn't want to come to see him in his dream.

Li Yan was in a panic, but he didn't know what to do.

At this time, someone close to him said that King Luo loved Su Jin before he was alive, but now that Su Jin was born in Nanjiang, the emperor has been fighting with Nanjiang all the time. Maybe King Luo was annoyed by this, so he didn't want to come to see you in his dream.

Originally, with Li Yan's temperament, if someone used these strange things to criticize the government, he would be dragged down and beheaded for public display.

But this time Li Yan believed it.

Not only did he believe it, but Li Yan also ordered the ministers to reach a peace agreement with Southern Xinjiang as soon as possible. This is how Su Jin entered Beijing and that strange peace agreement.

Now that the peace treaty has been signed, Xue Feng...should he come to see me in his dream?

20 years... How can a person not see his sweetheart for 20 years?

The kind of despair and breakdown can drive a person crazy.

Jixiang retreated quickly, and Li Yan sat alone on the seat in Yugan Palace, propped his head and closed his eyes.

He didn't dare to go to bed, he was worried that Yan Xuefeng wouldn't like it there.

While half asleep and half awake, Li Yan really seemed to see Yan Xuefeng.

He still looked like a young man, handsome and handsome, with gentle and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, as if he had walked out of a painting.

With a smile in the corner of Yan Xuefeng's eyes, he slowly approached him.

Li Yan was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

He raised his hand a few times to hug him, but he was worried that Yan Xuefeng would hate his intimacy, so he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, so he stood there awkwardly, staring at him from the corners of his eyes.

Xue Feng was really beautiful, with such an extravagant air, he should be cherished and loved by everyone.

If, if I can meet you again in the next life, I will definitely protect you and not let anyone hurt you.I want to bring everything in the world to you.

As long as you like, I will give you everything, give you everything.

Yan Xuefeng walked up to Li Yan, tilted his head and looked at him for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, palm up, in front of Li Yan.

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Yan Xuefeng, not understanding what he meant.

Yan Xuefeng suddenly smiled, and Li Yan almost obsessively stared at Yan Xuefeng's smile that he had been thinking about for 20 years.

When Yan Xuefeng spoke, his voice was still the gentle smile in his memory.

However, what he said was: "My marriage talisman."

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, but in the next second he stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the brocade bag at his waist.

Yan Xuefeng frowned: "You won't give it to me?"

"I only have this..." Li Yan said softly, looking at Yan Xuefeng with a humble tone, "I'll give you whatever else you want, whether it's Jiangshan or everything else, I'll give you everything. Just this is not enough .I only have this...I only have this..."

You left Su Jin your family heirloom sword, you left Su Jin the love of your life.

You also made an appointment with her to grow old together in the next life.

You give her so much.

I have nothing.

You never gave me anything.

I only have this marriage talisman...

I only have this marriage talisman...

Su Jin doesn't want it, I picked it up myself, so you can leave it to me...

Just, just leave one thing for me...

Li Yan looked at Yan Xuefeng with pleading eyes.

However, Yan Xuefeng rejected him cruelly: "No, this is not yours. This is what I want to give to Jin'er. I don't want anything from you, but this is not yours. I can't keep it for you."

Li Yan couldn't stop backing away. Seeing Yan Xuefeng almost shed tears, he kept begging him repeatedly: "Xuefeng, just keep one for me... that's the same... This is what she didn't want. I just Is it okay to ask her not to... I only have this..."

Yan Xuefeng glanced at him, and didn't know what he did for the next second. Li Yan saw that the kit that he was holding tightly in his hand just now suddenly fell into Yan Xuefeng's hands.

Li Yan's eyes were red with anxiety, he wanted to snatch back his marriage amulet, but for some reason he couldn't get close to Yan Xuefeng.

He saw Yan Xuefeng take out the talisman that he had cherished for 20 years from the brocade bag, and casually threw the brocade bag aside like trash, then turned around and hung the marriage talisman on Su Jin who appeared beside Yan Xuefeng at some time. in the neck.

Then they turned and walked away side by side without even looking at them.

The two walked away slowly, and their black hair slowly turned into silver hair.

They took each other and left, leaving him alone.

Even the last marriage talisman is unwilling to leave him.

Li Yan finally woke up from the dream.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch the kit bag at his waist, and took out the talisman from it with trembling fingers.

so far so good……

It's still fine...

He also has this...

At this moment, the marriage talisman that was originally lying intact in his palm began to gradually shatter.

It's like a jade stone that suddenly shattered.

It just fell into a pile of pieces under his eyelids.

The wind suddenly blew up in the room for some reason, and before Li Yan could hold his hands tightly, the broken powder was blown by the wind, and all of them disappeared into the air.

Leave no trace.

Li Yan knelt down slowly and slowly.

He clutched his chest, his face grim from the pain, but he began to laugh strangely.

Li Yan laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe: "I thought you just hated me... Then I'll wait, after a long time, there will be a day when you don't hate me so much. But today I finally understand, The problem has never been that you hate me, it's that you don't love me...you never liked me, you only have her in your eyes. What's the use of waiting ten years, 20 years, 30 years, or a lifetime...you ...never belonged to me."

As he spoke, his voice gradually dropped.

Then slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the chair, as if falling asleep.

Li Yan couldn't see it. In fact, there was someone sitting and watching him on the chair beside him.

Qingli propped her chin and looked at Li Yan, until he was gradually out of breath, finally stood up and walked to Li Yan's side.

Qingli squatted down, stretched out her hand to stroke Li Yan's black hair, her movements were almost gentle.

After a while, he finally lowered his eyes and said, "Wangxiang, the mission is over, let's go to the next world."