Sleeve the world, mourning melody

Moving his fingertips down the sides of her nose and lips, provoking her chin, Sima Zi chuckled meaninglessly, "What is that, the general has been in the battlefield for a long time, and hasn't he seen a lot of open guns and dark arrows?"

The experience of being in such a dangerous place was easily carried by her, Yi Mo couldn't help but choked, and after a few breaths, he spoke calmly, and said firmly: "I will accompany you in the future, and we will go and return together."

Yi Mo vaguely talked about life and death, Sima Zi stopped her words, and slowly shook her head, "I want you to be safe and happy. There is nothing wrong with letting go of your burden. You have been in the north for a long time, and you are always reluctant to take off your armor. Now you have a chance to avoid it." If you are suspicious of backstabbing, you should be fine and go back to Jiangzhou to accompany your aunt or..."

Yi Mo interrupted her, took her hand, and looked flustered, "You want to drive me away?"

I am reluctant to drive you away...

Sima Zi stared at her deeply, suppressed the turbulence in his heart, and smiled lightly, "The duty of being a minister has been fulfilled, the general will not forget home, right?"

"Yi Mo hasn't forgotten." Yi Mo changed back to her real name and looked at each other intently, "I have been in the army for seven years, and I still remember that Gao Tang at home is waiting for me, and my fiancée is also waiting for her."

"Fiancée" went straight to her heart, her heart trembling uncontrollably, Sima Li tilted her head, bit her lip to pretend to be calm.

"She doesn't say anything. I've known her for many years. I think she knows what she wants." When Yi Mo said, he moved his hand a little, and touched Sima Zi's left wrist through his dress.

Sima Zi withdrew her hands, unable to escape the revelation——Yi Mo touched the bead chain on her wrist, and smiled, "Yue Ling once told me that you wore a bracelet with the bag of red beans back then, it really is. "

Obviously the red bean bracelet was hidden in her sleeve, as if she was hiding her intentions and did not want to reveal it, but she didn't want to hold it firmly for that person... Sima Zi looked at her with her mouth shut, only her eyes poured out her thoughts.

"Nian'er." Yi Mo returned to his serious face, and said to her solemnly, "I know you have thousands of worries and plans, no matter what, please answer me and allow me to stay."

Sima Zi closed his eyes and pondered.Yimogao looked at her with heart, and waited with bated breath. After a long silence, he suddenly heard her speak plainly:

"Xiang Xi," Sima Zi glanced at her, "Where does this name come from? Does it mean Xiang her?"

Yi Mo's eyes were wide open and he was stupefied, unable to figure out who this "she" was... Unexpectedly, the next moment the little girl in front of her forcibly withdrew her hand, and sat there with a cold face, seemingly unwilling to let go.

"You miss her, go to Lingyu Palace and wait, why bother me?"

Feather Palace?Yi Mo didn't know where this was, she thought about it secretly, guessed in a daze that Sima Zi was referring to Xiao Jingyi, restrained her smile, and explained softly: "Did Nian'er misunderstand something? 'Xi' means 'to the people of the past'."

Sima Zi looked back in astonishment, "Xiang Xiren?"

Yi Mokuang nodded, "Exactly, the Xiangxiren of 'Dancing Thread and Shaking the Thread to Xiangxiren'."

There is no need to explain why the ancients are so close... Yi Mo looked at her carefully, feeling joyful in his heart.

Sima Zi understood what she meant, Xiren immediately blushed, pretending to be calm and about to get up.

Yi Mo followed her closely, chuckled from the side, pinched his throat and said weakly: "Miss still refuses to recognize me?"

Sima Zi strode forward, stretched the beaded curtain around the screen, and sat straight in front of the dressing table, not wanting to talk to her.

Yi Mo looked at the vaguely real face through the bronze mirror, and leaned over to wrap her shoulders around her.

"In short, I will never leave you again."

The woman in front of the mirror closed her eyes leisurely, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said "good" with great contentment.

The author has something to say: Together! ! ! O(≧mouth≦)O

The parting is finally in the past tense, the historic intimate holding hands, no one is as happy as I am... [to fingers]

☆, first love

Sima Zi stayed with Yimo to talk, chatting until the dinner was over, and the night was soaked in it, but he still refused to let her escape from his eyes.

"Nian'er, get some rest. Let's talk about other things tomorrow," Yimo stood in front of the dressing table, the girl in front of her was leaning on her arms and weeping softly, she couldn't bear to see her weak state, let alone pull away. Yi Mo looked forward, and the unclosed boxes on the table were placed one by one with the jade hairpins unloaded by Sima Zi, and the bronze mirror faithfully reflected the scene of her two figures blending together...

"Take off your clothes and show me the wound. If you don't comply, you are not allowed to leave." When Sima Zi said, he stood firmly and tightened his arms around the slender waist of the person in front of him.

"When did that happen?" In her heart, she regretted that she should never have confessed to this girl about her experience in the battlefield, especially those times when she was injured... Yi Mo's remorse was useless, she laughed and caressed Sima Zi The scattered black hair coaxed people: "The scars are gone, what do you want to see?"

"You don't need to worry about these things, I'll do it for you." Sima Zi raised his head, met his bare eyes, stroking her back with his thin hands, "If you insist on not allowing me to see, I won't force you to do anything... I just want to ask you, you Has anyone else seen the wound?"

Before Yi Mo could relax, she raised her heart again, and her brows became sad. After talking for a long time, she understood the unknown domineering attitude of this girl—that is, she used other people's words to highlight the other people's current situation. The daughter of a woman, not to mention Xiao Jingyi, but the other woman Yi Mo knew well but had no chance to meet, Sima Zi couldn't stand it.

Sad, sour and painful.

Sima Zi turned to inquire about Yi Mo's time in the army, picked out from the interesting stories of people who reported good news but not bad news several times, and asked her straightforwardly how many adventures and how many times she was injured.

Yi Mo couldn't hide his words, so he faltered and answered, and then came the scene just now - Sima Zi silently took off the gold and jade hair ornament, turned around and hugged her, buried her in An Xin's arms and let himself cry.

"My injury has never been seen by others." Yi Mo knew that he couldn't hide it, and replied honestly: "You know that I disguised myself as a man, and it was too late to hide from others."

"Yes," Sima Zi leaned on her, tugged at her belt with his fingers, and said sullenly, "You can only let her see it alone."

Yi Mo heard that something was wrong, dropped his eyes to the girl in his arms whirling, and softly called "Nian'er".

Sima Zi took a deep breath, and continued the unfinished topic, "You have been away from home for seven years in the spring and autumn, and it is she and not me who will accompany you for a long time... There are differences between closeness and estrangement, it is human nature."

"What are you talking about?" Yi Mo raised his brows, held her face in his hands, and said softly, "The local accent has not changed, and lovesickness is always there."

Yi Mo speaks back to Jiangzhou's soft and waxy accent, and she doesn't know if it's the long-awaited affectionate visit, or just this person's love words are enough to make Sima Zi overwhelmed, she bit her lip, looked up at the stubborn girl in front of her, and couldn't hold back her tears Disconnected.

"Did I make you cry?" Yi Mo hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, "How dare I stay if you do this again? Next time a scholar or Yuer comes to the palace, I'm afraid I will bully you. To swallow me whole."

Yi Mo has stayed in the northern border for a long time, and he is also familiar with the official dialect of the northern country.With a well-balanced accent, it is enough to make a caring girl laugh.

"Nian'er, don't cry." Yi Mo hugged the person in his arms with great distress, clumsily unable to remember any witty words to make people happy, and said straight from his heart: "I will never fail you in the future. I will accompany you every day, but good?"

The girl in her arms nodded silently, Yi Mo settled down.Only a moment later, Sima Zi wiped away his tears and said again: "You want to go with me often, what is your identity?"

"Of course," Yi Mo started, but was ashamed to speak the second half of the sentence.

Sima Zi let go and stood up and looked at her deeply, "If you treat Feng Xiangxi as the relative of the Sima family, you must always abide by your duties and obey me. If you treat me as a fiancée, I don't know why the general wants to avoid me. "

"I..." Yi Mo laughed, and hurriedly said, "I have never avoided you."

"That's good, you come with me." Sima Zi led him to the bed.Yi Mo's heart sank, and he secretly sighed that he couldn't hide from what should have happened.

"Take off your clothes." Sima Zi turned around and said calmly.

"Nianer..."

"Want to help you for your wife?"

In front of her daughter's eyes are reddish but she is still strong, Shen Nian is so involved in the old emotions, Yi Mo remembers the day in Lingping Mountain eight years ago, remembers the stubbornness of being poisoned and violent in the deep mountain cave Girl... Yi Mo pursed her lips, disarmed and surrendered, and went to untie the ribbon around her waist.

……

Barely showing her upper body, Yimo bowed her head to let others look at her.

Several places on her waist, abdomen, chest and back are new flesh that is different from the color of flesh.Sima Zi carefully stroked the pink and tender new meat of different shapes, imagining the near death or thousands of pains suffered by the person in front of him before the new meat grew, Sima Zi covered his mouth and nose and sobbed softly.

Yi Mo guessed that she would be out of control, leaned over and hugged her, blaming herself, "It's all over... Nian'er, don't cry anymore."

"Anywhere else?"

"No more."

Sima Zi fell silently in her arms.

After thinking about it, Yimo felt very lucky. In fact, the most serious injury she suffered was the arrow in her back. At that time, she really fell into a coma for several days and nights, and slipped into the gate of hell... Fortunately, she was covered by a tube top, and the place where she thought deeply I can't see it for now.

Yi Mo calmed down, and wholeheartedly comforted the girl whose eyes were swollen from crying.