cloud roll mountain river

Xing Sheng: My brother is a jerk, scaring his man into a snake spirit.

"What do you think?" Gan Yi asked Qu Liying after seeing off Yijing.

"It seems that there is nothing suspicious. There are not many people who are longer than the left hand. His handwriting is not different, and he blocked a knife for the adults. He has not concealed his background. He has no intention of evading the name Gu Laiqiu. , didn’t you call out ‘Fu Yuanping’? If he hesitated, or if Yijing pretended to be unintentional, this would be a flaw, but when he didn’t move, Yijing glared angrily instead, presumably because he held a grudge against what happened back then.”

"You're right," Gan Yi nodded, "Besides, Fu Yuanping is highly skilled in martial arts and has thorns on his face, but his face is the same. Today when his life is hanging by a thread, he is still so clumsy and ridiculous, which is enough to see The son of Ling Junhou really doesn't have much kung fu, so he barely made it to the list in martial arts back then."

"We can't be sure," Qu Liying frowned, "All the way to the northwest, the insiders died or disappeared. Although Meng Qian led the army to arrest them, when he saw them, he was completely changed. Now He is the son of Marquis Ling, and we cannot dispose of it at will."

"But don't you think, his eyes..." Gan Yi stood up involuntarily, paced slowly in the hall, her voice getting deeper and deeper.

"His eyes?" Qu Liying didn't know why.

"That's right, how can a mountain villager who doesn't know martial arts have such eyes... There is no wave in the ancient well, as if his heart is as dead ashes, and I can't detect any emotions. Besides, when the killer was sent back then, he just said that he had fallen off the cliff If you die, there will be no bones left, just in case..."

Qu Liying sighed for a long time, thought hard for a long time, and finally thought: "Back then when he was stabbed and exiled, the subordinate officials specially told him that his tattoo was on the cheekbone. mark on the

"But it's not easy to check. He has Ling Junhou to rely on. If his cheek is cut open, there will be nothing. Ling Junhou must return to the court and fight against us, and Gu Xiaowu will help him again." Gan Yi pondered calmly: "Do you still remember that Gan Biao was able to see Fu Yuanping's letter to Wang Shuzhong, although the text was framed...but when I saw the letter...the ink is still fresh!"

"That's what Fu Yuanping wrote recently, just to deceive Gan Biao..." Qu Liying suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if there was a sharp edge of a thousand swords hidden behind her back, and when she took another breath, she died without a whole body.

Yijing bid farewell to Gan Yi, still smelling of alcohol, making sure that no one was following him, then turned around to the alley, jumped over the wall, and landed in the courtyard, where Gu Xiaowu was already waiting.

"How is Chang Ming?"

Yijing shook his head and sighed, there seemed to be guilt in his eyes, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only say: "I...I am going to send Chang Ming away, away from Jianhe Valley after a few days, when his body is no longer burdened."

Gu Xiaowu hurriedly stopped her and said, "Have you really thought about it? I'm not asking you to restore Changming's memory, but..." She seemed to be unable to bear it and continued: "It's just that you are not in love with him? I would rather let it go like this He left?"

"Resurrecting from death and regaining what was lost is already a blessing in life. I have nothing to force," Yijing said slowly. A trace of clarity in the world, no obsession, quicksand fingertips, as if independent from the world, making Gu Xiaowu's heart ache.

"He is no longer the commander of the Seventh Battalion. With me, there will never be peace. I will send him to Huacheng, and my mother will take good care of him. I will find another Xingzhu who can treat him sincerely. I will marry him happily." Son, live happily ever after.”

His voice didn't have any ups and downs, as if he was telling someone else's story, it had nothing to do with him, and he would never say goodbye to the future.

"I am ashamed of my lord, there is no way for him to risk his life to recover his memory."

Gu Xiaowu blinked her eyes, her eyebrows and eyelashes moved slightly, and her eyes were moistened.

"Don't do that, Commander... You're right, he's already died once, how could he be injured again, it's a blessing that the Commander didn't resign because of him."

Yijing shook his head, the night wind took away his sigh, he felt relieved, his behavior was like a walking corpse, and he finally spoke again: "Gan Yi intends to join forces with us to deal with Gan Biao, and the matter of the Seventh Battalion Commander... "

"If Gan Biao dies, if Gan Biao dies, it will be difficult for us to fight against Gan Yi. If Gan Biao is not injured, we will be at the end of the road. Recently, the sage hates me. If Gan Biao succeeds in this method, and Gan Yi is more than half injured, we will be devastated."

"Adults already care about it?"

"That's right, the Minister of the Ministry of Households and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials are colluding. There must be a big event in it. I can guess one or two, but now it's time for the sage to favor us again. I have already planned to induce Gan Biao to act."

Yijing nodded clearly: "My lord, just give orders."

"We sent the Seventh Battalion Commander away, and we needed to find a proper reason. It also made Gan Biao think that we had lost our arms and were controlled by others, so we could be unscrupulous. The Commander of the Army will wait a few days, and I will send a letter to inform you."

"Then thank you sir."

When Yijing returned to his study, he still smelled of alcohol, even though he was still sober.

After lighting the candle, he stood still in the center of the study, thinking of something for a long time, then took out a long box, two bottles and a silk cloth from under the desk.

He opened the box and took out the horizontal knife inside—the sky was as frosty as before, even if the wind and snow were raging, it was hard to compare with it. Facing the candlelight and reflecting his face, he realized that he was neither happy nor sad.

Suddenly there was a slight noise from behind the screen, he quickly put Tian Xia Feishuang into the box, and asked sharply, "Who?!"

The sound stopped for a while, and a person turned out from behind the screen with sleepy eyes. Seeing him here, he couldn't help smiling, and jumped in front of him: "You're back!"

Yijing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked helplessly, "Why are you here? Why don't you go back to your room and sleep well?"

"Because I can't wait for you," Chang Ming said innocently, "That's why I came here."

As he spoke, he approached Yijing and sniffed him, but he didn't notice the breath of Xingzhu that reassured him, but the smell of alcohol made him dizzy, so he said distressedly: "This smell is so strong on you, I can even smell it." I can't get your breath."

Yijing was speechless in embarrassment, Changming lowered his head and saw the long box, and diverted his curiosity, and opened the box without asking Yijing.

The horizontal knife was black all over its body, and it was a little longer than the ordinary horizontal knife. Chang Ming only felt that this seemed familiar in his mind. He stared blankly, and suddenly felt a splitting headache. He himself shook and howled.

"Changming!" Yijing hurriedly hugged him into his arms, patted his back, and repeatedly coaxed him: "Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't force yourself."

After a long time, Chang Ming's headache subsided, his body was still sweating, his breathing was heavy, and he asked Yijing dizzily, "Then... what is that thing... do I... know..."

"Nothing, that's not important."

"Tell me quickly!" Chang Ming asked stubbornly as he broke away from him.

"It's...your knife..." Yijing said with difficulty.

"My knife..." Changming's face was confused and painful, Yijing didn't care about anything else, hugged him tightly to his chest, and comforted him in a hoarse voice: "Don't think about it, it's all in the past."

Chang Ming leaned in his arms, his voice was hazy and unreal, as if it was not coming from the voice, but from the atrium of the heart, the sound of the heartbeat was right next to his ears, with a slight trembling, like Who curled up to hide the sadness, but trembled in fear of the end.

He slowly stretched out his hands and hugged Yijing back, and when he moved his eyes, tears fell again.

"Are you sad?" He asked Yijing.

"No, I'm not sad." Yijing stroked his long hair gently, "I'm very satisfied and happy."

Chang Ming tightened his arms and hugged him.

Seeing Lu Yichuan coming, Yijing knew a thing or two in his heart, and asked: "Master Gu, have you made all the arrangements?"

"Yes, my lord has already made arrangements. I ordered my subordinates to welcome the commander of the army and the commander of the seventh battalion to Wangcheng. He also told me to prepare luggage and dry food. After the matter is completed, I will send the commander of the seventh battalion to Huacheng directly."

"Okay, I'll go back and pack up now, and leave immediately."

Yijing hurriedly walked down from his seat, the door of Xuanwu Pavilion was closed tightly, and before the two of them reached the door, someone pushed the door and entered. Under vigilance, Yijing was surprised to find that it was Xingsheng.

"What's the matter?" Yijing didn't wait for Xingcheng to answer, he stepped forward and said: "We'll discuss it later, I have to go out of the valley as soon as possible."

"The next official is here to tell the army commander that there is no need to go out of the valley."

Xing Sheng stood in front of the door, motionless, his face was slightly dull, his eyes were absent-minded and sentimental, and even he spoke word by word, like a doll.

Yijing paused, and hurriedly turned to look at him: "What do you mean?!"

"Chang Ming has already gone to Luqiu Eryang's place, life and death are decided."

"哐——" □□ fell from Yijing's hands weakly, and echoed in the empty and silent Xuanwu Pavilion. Lu Yichuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously went to help Yijing.

"Why did this happen?! How could you send him to Luqiu Eryang? Have you forgotten that this matter is only [-]% sure!"

Xing Cheng's eyes reflected this Yijing's madness, and he was so sad that he turned his head away again, not daring to look directly at the commander who was about to collapse.

"It was Chang Ming's own decision. He begged me... saying that he didn't want to see you sad anymore."

He doesn't remember how he ran all the way.In the middle of the trip, I seemed to fall down several times, and even rolled and crawled. My whole body lost the strength to stand up, and my mind went blank.

He could not help but resent the heaven and the earth, when it was clear that thousands of miles were covered with ice, but at this moment the sun was shining brightly, making him miserable and unable to hide. In this case, why didn't there be a heavy rain? Feel better than now.He wanted to sing a long song, but his tears could not turn into ice; he wanted to laugh loudly, but he lacked the loess for his burial.

But only the sun was shining brightly, leaving only one person staggering.

It seemed that when he arrived at Luqiu Eryang's door, he finally regained consciousness, his feet clearly couldn't move anymore, he was still staggering forward, and he was about to fall to the ground and faint at any time.

The door was closed tightly without any sound.

The north wind whizzed up, bringing snow all over the ground, sweeping across his cheeks, he finally found that his tear stains had been dried by the air, and there was no more pain in his heart.

"Squeak-"

The door slammed softly, and a person walked out of the house slowly.

His face is handsome, his long hair is loose, he has let go of his innocence, his eyes are as cold and deep as the cold pond in three volts, like the sharpness of frost flying in the sky, dazzling, the chill is not restrained, the long knife is out of its sheath, and the world is flying Frost.

The north wind still didn't stop, taking his long hair and blowing it in the ice and snow.

Chang Ming raised his eyes and saw that the world covered in silver was not as warm as the warm eyes of one person.There seemed to be wind and frost on his face to cover up the tear stains, his body was still upright like a pine tree, with scars all over his body, blood red and snow white all over his body.

"Your officer, I pay my respects to the Commander-in-Chief."

Yijing did not agree to him.

Chang Ming continued to walk forward slowly, his voice mixed with endless worries, and said: "The commander of the army followed the officers into the house to bandage up one or two."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Yijing.

"Snapped!--"

Yijing didn't raise his head to look at him, but waved his hand away, splashing blood all over the ground. Without a word of greeting, he turned around in a hurry, ran away quickly, and disappeared without a trace. Liu Changming stood alone in the snow. middle.

His right hand was aching and numb, maybe it was just because of the severe cold weather, but Yijing's body temperature seemed to be lingering in it just now, and he was nostalgic for a long time. He closed his eyes and hid all the sorrows and joys in his heart. It was a clear sky.

"What's the matter with you?" The elder brother's concerned voice came from behind.

"I'm fine," Chang Ming shook his head, "I just know how sad he is."

The commander of the army lost his composure. In fact, he had a heart attack because he was frightened by Li Changming's life and death.Even if the recovery of memory is very certain, if it is the 30%, it will be dead. Li Changming is tortured so much. book not].

All in all, the hanging force Changming is online again.