Listen to the king's order

The fire was burning in the room, Mu Feng was lying sideways on the couch, covered with a thin layer of soft woolen blanket.He closed his eyes, but his mind was clear and he did not feel sleepy.

The night is already deep.

In the room, one could vaguely smell the scent of aloes on Jiang Qichen's body, lingering in Mu Feng's nostrils.

He turned over with a gloomy expression, and put his hand on the white jade wristband that he never took off even when he was sleeping.The room was filled with warm fragrance, but the piece of white jade was still cold.Fingertips stroked the dragon pattern engraved on the wristband, depicting the pattern there little by little.

In the distance, there seemed to be bursts of flute sounds, Mu Feng paused his fingers, and slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in the dark room.

"The ghost doesn't go away."

Mu Feng cursed coldly and got off the couch without putting on his coat, just put on the fox fur and went out the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he was almost scared away by the raging cold wind outside, and the pores on his body immediately stood up.

Mu Feng shivered fiercely and gritted his teeth, but he felt that even his breathing was mixed with cold wind, and his teeth were so sore that they hurt.

Passing through the long corridor, the sound of the flute gradually became clearer.

The cold wind whistled past the sound of the flute, it seemed to be sobbing, like weeping and complaining, sad and melodious.

I don't know when the feet have been stained with a layer of hoarfrost, and the boots stepped on, leaving a series of shallow footprints behind.Mu Feng stopped under the pillar, and in the long pavilion not far ahead, sat a snow-white figure.

Jiang Qichen turned his back to him, his clothes and long hair were tossed by the strong wind, the jade-colored flute was lying on his lips, and his fingertips moved slightly, blowing out strings of mournful notes, which echoed the fluttering bamboo leaves behind him, and the The sobbing north wind seemed to play a sad song.

He sat there, the moonlight cast a little frost on his body, as if he was alone in the world, lonely and lonely, heartbroken and sad.

In a short while, Mu Feng's body was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which was embedded in his white fox fur, and it shone brightly when reflected by the floating light.

The hand holding the flute paused, and the miserable sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Jiang Qichen turned around abruptly, and behind the layers of bamboo shadows stood a man in snow-white fox fur, his eyes met, the man was slightly taken aback, then walked towards him with a chuckle.

The long river of memory suddenly surged with great momentum. In this cold and windy night, Mu Feng's walking appearance was intertwined with the large flaming magnolia flowers.

If he did it all over again, would he choose to say those cruel words to Lu Ming harshly and decisively on that day?

Jiang Qichen's eyes dimmed, and his whole body seemed to be filled with deep despair.He took a step towards Mu Feng, every step he took seemed to be slow.

Five years ago, he stepped on the ground covered with frost and personally cut off all possibilities with Lu Ming. That was the beginning of all their sorrows.But he doesn't regret it, if he does it again, he will still make the same choice.

But today, he will never repeat the same mistakes.

"Brother Qichen, you are so elegant...er..."

Mu Feng was dragged into his arms by Jiang Qichen, and the gentle internal force flowed into his body through the fox fur, which immediately melted the white frost all over his body, warming his cold body.

"Brother Qichen, in fact, you don't need to give such a grand ceremony every time you see me... Handshakes are more popular in the Northern Territory, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Qichen hugged him tightly, and asked an unexpected question: "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm on the bed, I can't sleep. I heard someone playing the flute and came out to have a look. It turned out to be brother Qichen..." Mu Feng stretched out his hand from the fox fur and pushed Jiang Qichen: "Brother Qichen, let go first." .”

Jiang Qichen let go of his hand as he said, took half a step back and caught a glimpse of his slightly pale face under the moonlight, as well as his undershirt hidden under the fox fur, his face sank: "Why did you come out wearing the undershirt, go back to the room."

"Hey, what's the rush, I'm not cold." Mu Feng passed him, walked to the long pavilion and sat down. As soon as his butt touched the cold stone stool, goose bumps all over his body: "Brother Qichen, come here."

Jiang Qichen sat beside Mu Feng helplessly, shielding him from the cold wind passing through the pavilion, and said solemnly, "Just sit for a while."

"Okay, okay." Mu Feng responded, and raised his hand to pat Jiang Qichen's arm: "Brother Qichen, you are really versatile. Not to mention your martial arts skills, you can also cook well. You can manage such a big gambling house." You are well-organized, and you can play the flute. There is a saying in the Central Plains that says... um... you go up to the hall and go down to the kitchen, so it's you, right?"

Jiang Qichen glanced at him indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "This sentence is mostly used to describe women in the Central Plains."

"..."

"Cough...that what," Mu Feng coughed awkwardly, "What song did brother Qichen play just now, does it have a name?"

Jiang Qichen lowered his eyelashes, hesitated for a moment and then said softly, "...Wangyou."

"Wangyou? Well... it's very appropriate. I listened to this tune very nicely, but I felt that this tune was a little sad, and it made the night scene in this courtyard a bit bleak. I don't know that Brother Qichen played it here late at night. Di, do you have any worries to forget?"

Jiang Qichen looked down at the white jade flute in his hand, then handed it to Mu Feng, then raised his head, his gaze was long and distant.

"In the past, I lost someone. Now, I want to find him back."

His voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing the desire from the depths of his soul.

Mu Feng took the flute and stroked it slowly from top to bottom. The cool touch came from the fingertips, and finally landed on a word engraved on the end of the flute——Ming.

Rubbing the piece repeatedly with fingertips, Mu Feng raised his eyes to stare at Jiang Qichen.Asked: "Is this the owner of the flute?"

Jiang Qichen paused, then nodded slightly.

The white jade flute was gently placed on the stone table by Mu Feng, and there was a crisp sound. The corner of his mouth was smiling, but his voice was calm and calm: "Brother Qichen, do you know that there is a word called 'overwhelmed water is hard to recover'?"

Jiang Qichen looked sideways, and met Mu Feng's expressionless eyes.

"Wangyou Wangyou, since it is worry, why do you need to look for it?" Mu Feng put one hand on his chin, with a leisurely look: "Brother Qichen, do I look a lot like your old man?"

"You are willing to help me, is it because you regard me as him?"

Jiang Qichen shook his head: "No."

Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Mu Feng explained: "Buddhas have a saying: 'Everything with action is like a dream bubble'. Since the past has become empty, brother Qichen should find out and let go as soon as possible, so that he can be so at ease."

After finishing speaking, Mu Feng smiled again: "Brother Qichen, I'm sorry, I was raised in Buddhism since I was a child, and I have been influenced by it. I really can't get rid of these bald donkey words that come out from time to time. Don't be surprised."

Jiang Qichen stood up on his own, turned around to meet the biting cold wind, and said in a deep voice, "If we can find out, we don't have to suffer for many years."

He turned his back and indulged the pain in his eyes. The strong wind unscrupulously passed through his limbs and bones, leaving wounds on his body that could not be healed.

In five years, he is the first person you think of when you open your eyes, and he is the last person you think of when you close your eyes.I miss him when I wake up, and I also miss him in my dreams. Even when I see a figure like him at the corner of the street, I feel hard to breathe.

Let go of one thought and feel at ease.

But even uttering the word "let go" made Jiang Qichen feel that it was extremely difficult, but it turned out that the word "love" was more elusive than any set of profound swordsmanship.

There was a suppressed coughing sound from behind, Jiang Qichen came back to his senses, turned around and pulled Mu Feng up, and said in a deep voice, "It's too cold, let's go back."

Mu Feng looked sleepy, and he responded with a light smile: "Well, I'm a little tired after going out for a walk."

The two walked side by side in the corridor, Jiang Qichen glanced at Mu Feng's pale face from the corner of his eye, pondered for a moment, and said worriedly: "You should stay here, I promise, I will help you bring Xue Yunzhi back soon."

"Brother Qichen," Mu Feng frowned suddenly: "Aren't you people from the Central Plains the most trustworthy? You promised to take me with you, so you can't go back on your word. I hate people lying to me the most."

The temperature of Jiang Qichen's whole body immediately dropped to freezing point after these words, his face lost all color in a "shua", and his feet softened and he even staggered.

Mu Feng supported him quickly with quick eyes and hands: "Oh, brother Qichen, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Qichen put his hand on Mu Feng's arm, and felt the stiffness under his palm through the thick fox fur. It was the white jade wristband Mu Feng was wearing on his hand.He stood still and said softly, "It's okay."

"Didn't you? I just said I wanted to go with you. Why did you react so strongly?" Mu Feng withdrew his hand, folded his arms in the fox fur, and said angrily, "I promise I won't make trouble for you. , Multiple people and multiple brains, in case something happens to you, there will be no... um... no one to discuss it with."

Mu Feng almost bit off his tongue, so dangerous, the sentence "there is no one to collect the corpse" just now almost blurted out... If Jiang Qichen heard it, he would definitely be so angry that he would not take him away.

"I promise you, I won't go back on my word." His expression returned to normal, and he kept walking, Jiang Qichen suddenly said solemnly, "I won't lie to you either."

A little finger was stretched out in front of Jiang Qichen, he looked at Mu Feng suspiciously, but seeing the latter smiled and said, "Don't you Central Plains people like to pull hooks when making agreements?"

Jiang Qichen was stunned for a moment, and then solemnly raised his little finger, entangled with Mu Feng's.

A little bit of warmth swept across, like a blend of ice and fire.

Hooking the two fingers together, Mu Feng said: "I've pulled the hook, brother Qichen can't go back on his word."

"En." Jiang Qichen put down his hand, and responded lightly, his face full of solemnity.

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On the second day, it was just dawn.

Mu Feng led the fiery red horse and stood at the entrance of the Wishing Pavilion, and Dona followed behind him.

He put his hand out of the fox fur, caressed the mane of the steed affectionately, and muttered in his mouth: "Fire Dragon, I will work hard for you these few days. Don't worry, I will give you back when I get home." You feed the best horse feed in the whole northern region, and I promise not to treat you badly."

"Master Mu, what are you talking about by yourself?" Jing Xing leaned his head over his shoulder and asked in surprise, "I've only heard playing the piano to a cow, but I haven't seen anyone talking to a horse."

"Brother Jing, that's why you don't understand." Mu Feng looked at Jing Xing with a complacent expression, "Those are ordinary cows and horses, but the fire dragon is different. It is a divine horse. Do you understand the divine horse? It is the one that is particularly powerful." Kind of humane!"

Jing Xing took two steps back with a little disdain, and said to himself: "Brother Lu Ming is really boring, it's like having a psychic experience when you lose your memory."

Jiang Qichen drove a dark brown horse galloping from the other side of the street, the reins pulled the horse's hooves up high, he sat on the horse and looked around like a celestial being, and said softly: "Let's go!" .”