Master is a white moonlight

In a daze, Leng Yijiao had a long, long dream.It's so real that it's scary, and it's hard to tell whether it's a dream or reality.

The dream was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, which made people's stomachs tumbling and uncomfortable, and even themselves vomited blood.

The familiar bedroom hall, the familiar incense lingers on the tip of the nose, making the hall full of fragrance.

The hall is criss-crossed with carved sandalwood pillars and beams, in order but not in disorder.

The seven-foot-wide agarwood bed is surrounded by snow-white crocodile tents, blown up and down by the wind, like dancing clouds.

The bed is covered with a soft brocade quilt, with intricate phoenix patterns embroidered with gold thread, and embellished with gold thread.

In front of the bed stood a bronze candlestick, on which nine sticks of white scented wax were entangled.The candlelight shone brightly, elongating the shadows of the golden vessels in the hall.

Shen Han stood in front of Leng Yijiao in a crescent white robe, with black hair hanging down his back, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Shen Han!" Leng Yizhen stood up suddenly from the bed, and shouted at Shen Han in front of him, "Why did you give poisoned wine to my father!"

"Xiao'er, listen to the teacher's explanation." Shen Han said softly, and approached Leng Yiluo step by step, "The truth is not what you imagined."

Leng Yizhen tightly held the dagger in his hand, hiding it in his wide sleeves, his eyes were filled with hatred and despair.

Why would the master whom I have always respected and admired force the palace to seize this great land for the sake of power.

"I won't listen to your explanation!" Leng Yizhen yelled at Shen Han, the knuckles of his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves were faintly white, "The facts are already in front of you, how can you justify yourself!"

An hour ago, news spread from the cold palace that the high priest gave the old master a jug of poisoned wine.

"You were born as a minister, rebellious and disloyal! Kill my father and emperor, and imprison my mother and queen! You also delusional that I will have gray hair with you..." Leng Yizhen looked at Shen Han who was approaching him step by step, afraid I had to retreat again and again, but I was not to be outdone, "You! You are nothing but a fool's dream!"

"Don't be afraid, Jian'er." Shen Han stretched out his hand to Leng Yikan, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Come into the arms of the teacher."

"Get out!" Leng Yizhen pointed at the entrance of the hall with his fingertips trembling slightly, and shouted loudly, "I don't want to see you again!"

"Xian'er, in fact, all of this..." Before Shen Han finished speaking, he was frightened by the scene before him and froze on the spot.

A dagger appeared in front of Shen Han in vain, and it was inserted into Leng Yijiao's heart impartially.

"Now... are you satisfied..." Leng Yizhen tightly held the blood-stained dagger with both hands, and the eye-catching blood rolled down the blade.

"I said... want me to marry you..." Leng Yizhen looked at Shen Han and laughed, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Unless I die..."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shen Han pulled Leng Yizhen into his arms, was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while, and could only cry bitterly.

"Master...in this life...we missed it..." Leng Yijiao tried hard to force a smile at Shen Han, and said in an angry way.

The hand that was stretched out in mid-air, before it could caress Shen Han's cheek, dropped heavily.

Leng Yizhen slowly closed his eyes, with crystal teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes.

Shen Han stretched out his trembling right hand, and lightly touched the dagger with his fingertips, tears had already blurred his vision.

"Xiao'er, being a teacher will bring you back to life." Shen Han rubbed Leng Yijiao tightly into his arms, wishing to merge with Leng Yijiao so that they would never be separated.

.........

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Leng Yizhen slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar face of Xuan Ling came into view.

"Xian'er, you finally woke up!" Xuan Qiao pulled Leng Yiluo into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.

Leng Yizhen rested her chin on Xuanqi's shoulder, and gently closed her eyes.

"Xian'er, are you hungry?" Xuan Qiao asked softly, "As a teacher, you can order someone to prepare dinner."

"Okay." Leng Yizhen's cracked lips parted slightly, and a word escaped from between his teeth.

"Xuanqi." Leng Yijiao looked at the bright moonlight overflowing into the hall from the window, and said directly, "I want to take a bath first, you go out for a while."

"Master, wash for Jian'er?" Xuan Qiao coaxed Leng Yijiao's back with an extremely gentle voice.

"No need." Leng Yizhen calmly looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said indifferently.

"Xiao'er." Xuan Qian frowned slightly with her beautiful eyebrows, but stopped talking.

"I said no need." Leng Yijiao repeated with a firm attitude.

"..." Xuan Qian frowned and said nothing, finally compromised, "Okay."

At Xu time, the candlelight in Shaohua Hall was brightly lit, elongating the shadows of all the golden objects in the hall, just like daytime.

Leng Yizhen was sitting at the wooden table in front of the window in a lavender robe, holding a delicate and small white jade wine glass with his slender fingers, and took a sip of the wine in the glass to his lips.

Suddenly there was a familiar sound of footsteps at the entrance of the hall, Leng Yizhen didn't turn his head, his eyes still fell on the wine glass.

"Jian'er is in good health, why drink alcohol?" Xuan Moo stood at the entrance of the hall in a crescent white robe, with black hair hanging down her back, with a bit of reproach in her tone.

Lifting her foot and stepping over the threshold, Xuan Qiao walked straight to the window and came to Leng Yiluo.

"Xuanqiu, can you have a drink with me, okay?" Leng Yijiao showed a sweet smile at Xuanqiu, and answered irrelevant questions.

"......" Xuan Qiao stood by the table, with a trace of suspicion in her eyes.

"That's all." Leng Yijiao lowered his eyebrows, picked up the white jade jug at the side, and poured the clear wine into the wine glass with a "gudong gudong".

"Drink with Jian'er for the teacher." Xuan Qiao snatched the white jade wine glass from Leng Yiluo's hand, raised her head and drank it down in one gulp.

"Don't drink in such a hurry." Leng Yijiao pulled Xuanqi's wide sleeves, and advised softly, "Sit down and drink slowly."

Xuanqi remained silent, walked around the table and sat opposite Leng Yizhen by the window.

"Master, I'd like to offer you a toast." Leng Yijiao filled the empty wine glass again, and brought it in front of Xuan Qiao, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Okay." Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, and reached out to take the wine glass from Leng Yizhen's hand.

After Xuan Qiao took the wine glass, Leng Yijiao filled his own wine glass again.The slender fingertips pinched the wine glass, as if to clink glasses with Xuan Qiao.

"Xiao'er, what's the matter with you today?" Xuan Qiao's beautiful brows frowned even tighter, and she asked again.

"Happy!" Leng Yizhen held the wine glass to his lips, and took a sip of the wine in the glass.At the end, I would like to add a sentence, "Kan'er can finally grow gray hair with her master, and Kan'er has been waiting for this day for a long time."

"........."

When Xuan Mou heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her amber eyes for an instant, but her complexion remained as calm as ever, without any change.

"You are in good health, Jian'er, it is really not suitable for you to drink alcohol." Xuan Qiao persuaded softly, her tone almost flattering.

"Then you drink alone." Leng Yijiao filled the wine glass in front of Xuanqi again, with a slight smile on his lips, "I'll watch you drink."

"Okay." Xuan Qiao responded, and picked up the wine glass in front of her with slender fingers like white jade.

He raised his head and drank another whole glass of wine.

Leng Yijiao rested his chin on one hand and looked at Xuanqi, with a soft smile on his lips.Watching Xuan Qiao take one cup after another, she drank all the wine in the cup.

"Stop drinking." Leng Yijiao reached out and snatched the wine glass from Xuanqi's hand, and said calmly, "Let's rest."

"Okay." Xuan Qiao nodded her chin slightly, and rubbed her temples with her fingertips.

Xuan Love wasn't intoxicated at all, but was too busy with government affairs recently, and was a little tired after guarding Leng Yijiao for a whole day.

How could he get drunk if he could drink a thousand cups of wine, even if he didn't finish the pot of wine in front of him.

Leng Yijiao got up, went straight to the opposite side of the table, and walked towards the bed while supporting Xuanqiu.

The night was beautiful, and the silver moonlight poured out of the window, spilled into the hall through the window, and sprinkled the silver light all over the place.

"Master, do you think the moonlight tonight is beautiful?" Leng Yizhen sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at the bright moon outside the window, with a smile on his lips.

"......" Xuan Qiao leaned back against the head of the bed, suddenly feeling weak all over, and there was indeed something wrong with her wine glass.

In fact, Xuan Qiao had already noticed something was wrong, but she still pretended not to notice anything, and drank the wine one by one.

"Master, the night you killed my father was also such a beautiful moonlight." Leng Yijiao's eyes sank instantly, and she looked at Xuanqi with an indifferent look she had never had before, "Do you still remember?"

"Xian'er really remembered everything." Xuan Qiao smiled with a calm expression on her face.

"Are you surprised?" Leng Yijiao sneered, leaned forward and leaned closer to Xuanqi's ear, whispering softly.

"No." Xuan Qiao only replied two words.

"Master has always been able to read the secrets of heaven and know the fate of people." Leng Yijiao breathed orchids at Xuanqi, and the warm breath came to Xuanqi's ears, and said coldly, "How can I count what will happen to me?" end?"

Leng Yizhen straightened up as he spoke, and took out the dagger that had been hidden earlier from his wide sleeve. The sharp blade reflected a dazzling light under the candlelight.

A murderous intent flashed in his dark eyes, and Leng Yizhen took a deep breath, holding the handle of the dagger tightly with both hands.

With a sound of "poof", following the spray of blood, the dagger pierced Xuan Qiao's heart accurately.

Leng Yizheng's chest heaved and heaved, and the hand holding the handle of the dagger trembled slightly.His hands were covered with blood, and the blood flowed continuously from his fingers.

"Yi'er...you have to...remember..." Xuan Qiao smiled, stretched out his hand to caress Leng Yiluo's cheek, his eyes were full of tears. Tears, "My name is.......Xuanqi......"

Gently caressing Leng Yizhen's cheek with fingertips, exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, a few words overflowed between his teeth, "Xian'er, I love you."

In vain, Xuan Qiu's hand dropped heavily.A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes closed slowly, and the eyelashes were covered with crystal clear teardrops.

Leng Yijiao quietly looked at Xuan Ai who was leaning on the bed, biting her lower lip fiercely with her white teeth.His lips were bitten, and tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably.

Leaning forward, Leng Yizhen hugged Xuanmo tightly into his arms, and burst into tears.

Suddenly, the person in the arms became transparent, like a phantom, and finally disappeared completely in Leng Yijiao's arms.

Leng Yizhen stared blankly at what happened in front of him, and suddenly the scene of Mo Yu disappearing that day appeared in his mind, and it was the same.

After everything returned to calm, there was only a pool of glaring blood and a "plum blossom nail" made of white bones left on the bed.