Suzhou Mengchang

At sunset on the second day, the sky was full of rays of light, Zixun followed the promise, and saw Murong Wuhen already waiting there in the dim place.

Lanshan is a bridge in the west of Suzhou City, with flowing water under the bridge, and not far from the bridge is a night market. Although this place is named Lanshan, it is just the sustenance of some idiots and resentful women, but it is not so dimly lit, it is still quite lively.

Zixun climbed the bridge, tapped his chin with one finger from time to time, looked at the second young master Murong and couldn't stop nodding.

Murong Wuhen was dressed in white, and the rays of the sun reflected on his body, which was very colorful and quite eye-catching, attracting passers-by to turn their heads, but those eyes stayed on Zixun for a longer time.

"It's beautiful, Hen'er is really beautiful today." Zixun praised.

"Sister Jiao'e, is your anger gone?" Second Young Master Murong asked, standing there, he was almost taller than Zixun.

"When did you get angry?" Zixun was actually amused.

Zixun thought, it turned out that he didn't see him for half a month because he felt angry and dared not come to see him.The more Zixun thought about it, the more he felt that this child should be in love, so careful and cute.Then he flicked the second son Murong's forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "You think everyone is as stingy as you, but you talk to me, what's wrong with that?"

"I thought Brother Mo..."

"Your Brother Mo and I are not married, so you don't have to think so much, kid."

The Second Young Master Murong clenched his fist, and was about to take something out of his sleeve, when he heard a splash, and someone beside him shouted: "He fell into the water! Come on, someone has fallen into the water!"

Immediately, Zixun jumped down to save people, the second son of Murong put back the half-taken mahogany comb, followed Zixun's figure, and shouted anxiously: "Sister Jiao'e!"

After a while, with his clothes and water on his back, Zixun picked up the man who fell into the water and went ashore.The second son of Murong rushed into the crowd and saw Zixun shouting at the people choking on the water: "Little ancestor!

Nan Sang sat on the ground choking on the water, looked at the wet savior and said in surprise, "It's you!"

After finishing speaking, Nan Sang stretched out his hands and beat Zixun violently, and then burst into tears.Before Zixun could react, the Second Young Master Murong had stopped in front of Zixun, protected Zixun, and scolded angrily: "I see that you are about the same age as me, but your ability to play tricks is amazing!"

Zixun didn't want to pay attention to Nansang, turned around and left, and the second son Murong followed him after seeing this.

Nan Sang sat on the ground and stopped crying, and shouted loudly at Zixun's back: "Brother!"

The Second Young Master Murong, who reacted more than Zixun, froze in place with a look of astonishment.

Zixun finally stopped, his hair was wet and his clothes were wet, he turned his head to look at Nansang, and asked noncommittally: "I saved you, I don't want to repay you, how about being a stranger?"

"Can you take me to see Mo Yizhi?"

Hearing these words, Zixun turned around and left without leaving any room.

"Sister Li...Sister Li is dead..." Nan Sang shouted loudly, then chased after her, and said in a low voice, "Brother, please."

Zixun was startled, seeing his appearance softened his heart, and said to himself, "Your clothes are wet, I'll take you back and change."

Zixun and the second young master Murong walked in front, and Nansang followed step by step.

Second Young Master Murong held back for a long time, and finally asked cautiously before entering the mansion: "Sister Jiao'e, why does that person behind call you brother?"

Zixun's heart was already in a mess, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the second young master Murong, he just said: "Those who are called elder brothers and those who are called elder sisters are nothing but a lot of incidents for no reason, so what's the difference?"

Seeing this, the Second Young Master Murong shut up.

After entering the mansion, Zixun told Hen'er not to follow them back to their place, but only brought Nansang into his yard.Knowing that Mo Yizhi was sitting in the room drinking tea, he pointed to Nan Sangchao's room and said, "Just go in and explain clearly to my young master, and don't get entangled."

Nan Sang was also obedient, she hummed with tears in her eyes, and ran in.

Zixun was waiting outside in the pavilion, and after a while, Nansang came out, his eyes getting redder.

"Brother, I'm done. I've been looking for you for a long time, and it's not a lie that I threw myself into the river just now." Nan Sang looked at Zixun and said aggrieved.

Zixun also ignored him, just took a few steps back to the house and closed the door.

Mo Yizhi was pouring tea with his head down, Zixun walked over carefully and sat down, not knowing what to say first.

The teapot was tilted, and the tea poured out from the spout. The water had already overflowed the teacup, but Mo Yizhi's hand was still holding the teapot and stopped in the air, showing no sign of stopping.

Zixun frowned, reached out to take the teapot and put it on the table, and said to Mo Yizhi, "It's full."

Mo Yizhi lowered his head and took a sip from his teacup, his voice was not too loud, just enough for Zixun to hear: "Today's tea is a bit bitter."

Zixun knew that the tea was the same as yesterday, it was not the tea that was bitter, but the tea drinkers.

"Jiao'e. Did the Second Young Master explain it to you in the recession?"

"Just a few words."

"Is the night market lively today?"

"Same as usual."

"kindness."

It is unusual for an ordinary and silent person to suddenly ask about something he doesn't care about.Jiao'e answered him sentence by sentence, and knew that the drunkard's intention was not in drinking.

Mo Yizhi put down the cup, looked up at Zixun, there was nothing unusual, and said with a smile, "Jiao'e, she is dead."

Jiao'e only felt that smile, which he had never seen before.

The smile on Mo Yizhi's face faded away, and he returned to his usual calm look. He still looked at Zixun and said, "Li'er is dead... Li'er is dead... Li'er is dead..." Mu Mu said three times, It's not like talking about Yu Zixun, it's more like forcing yourself to be clear.

"My lord, don't be like this, Jiao'e looks uncomfortable."

"Jiao'e, why do you like it?"

"I don't know."

"I just feel that it is destined. She appeared in Mu Xilin, and she took me home. It is destined. I have to give up on me, and if I like it, I am willing."

"My lord, Miss Su has already gone. Don't say anything about abandoning you."

"Do you remember Wuyajiang?" Mo Yizhi asked.

Zi Xun suddenly realized that he had already made up his mind when he said this.Wuya River is a restricted area in Wuya Mountain, it cannot be seen, only the Fox Emperor can lead people into it.

Wuya River has the power to bring the dead back to life, and each Fox Emperor has only one chance to open Wuya River, and this time will consume all the fox emperor's spiritual power and spells, and will be eroded by the resentment power of ten thousand poisonous insects, monsters and demons in the river water. Only when it hurts can it be achieved.

Mo Yizhi is going to enter Wuya River!Zixun understood, immediately grabbed the teacup in his hand and threw it on the ground, cursing: "You are willing to give up your spiritual power, you are willing to risk your life, you are willing, what do you teach me?"

"Mo Yizhi! How can you teach me how to live without you?"

"Jiao'e, I remember what I said to you earlier, every word. I want to save Li'er, and I will keep the previous promise." Mo Yizhi paused, and then said: "Jiao'e, after this time, We don't care about anything else, let the sky fall, we only care about you and my little life."

Zixun listened to Mo Yizhi's last words, and his anger suddenly disappeared, and the days of Qingyi drinking tea seemed within reach.

When Ren Tian collapsed, he only cared about his own life.

This promise was like a stone dropped into clear water, hitting Zixun's heart hard.

"I'll go talk to Hen'er before I leave."

"Okay." Mo Yizhi responded.

The candles were brightly lit, and the sky was not too dark. On the stone bench under the tree, Murong Wuhen was lying on it with his legs crossed, his white jade-like clothes stained with dust.He looked comfortable like this, but he closed his eyes and frowned, muttering to himself.

"Why does that silly boy call sister Jiao'e his brother?"

"Is there still such a custom?"

"Or did I hear wrong just now?"

"Could it be that Sister Jiao'e used to pretend to be a man in the past, yes, it must be so! It must be so!!!"

Murong Wuhen said at this moment, his worries cleared away, he laughed loudly, opened his eyes and sat up.But seeing a person standing in front of him, he fell to the ground in a moment of shock.

Zixun didn't know when he was standing next to Wuhen, and he taught Zixun to listen to every word he said just now.

Murong Wuhen fell to the ground at this moment, looking at Zixun's face with half panic and half joy.

"I - female, pretend to be male, pretend to be?" Zixun approached Wuhen and asked word by word, showing no emotion.

"Sister, you don't need to deliberately hide it from me, it doesn't get in the way, it doesn't get in the way." Murong Wuhen smiled foolishly at Zi Xun.

"Then I have to thank Second Young Master Murong." Zixun turned around and sat on the stone bench.

Murong Wuyang got up and squeezed to Zixun's side, smiling foolishly.

"Hen'er, I have to go."

"Where are you going? Going to the night market? It's very lively right now. I'll go with my sister. My sister picks out more things she likes and buys them back together."

"If it's fast, it will take three to five days, or maybe I won't be able to come back."

It's not that he won't come back, but maybe he won't come back, but Murong Wuhen doesn't understand.

"Sister, what are you doing? I just don't want to bother my sister and brother Mo in the future." Wuhen took Zixun's hand and said, "I don't even know how to say a word about a woman disguised as a man. Sister, you Don't leave, okay? Hen'er was wrong, and Hen'er knew he was wrong."

In front of Zixun, Murong Wuhen is actually a child at heart, he sticks to him when he likes it, and is afraid and worried when he expresses his affection. At this moment, his eyes are blurred, he is afraid that he will really take away the popularity around him.

"Don't cry, you are so old and the children are crying! Don't talk about what you just said, when will I not let you like me?! You like it yourself. It doesn't matter whether you like it today or tomorrow. , would I blame you for this?" Zixun cursed at Wuhen with two tinges of anger in his eyes.After scolding, he slammed his hands and threw a string of bells to Wuhen.

A string of more than a dozen silver bells is threaded with black thread, with intricate patterns and different patterns.The bell was thrown over by the quilt, and there was a burst of jingling, which was very crisp and pleasant to hear.

"Sister, this is..."

"Drip your blood on the bell, no matter how far away I can hear you."

Murong Wuhen held the bell tightly in his palm, and did not speak for a long time.

The two of them sat like this, and the atmosphere was really different from usual.

"Sister Jiao'e, can you marry me?"

It was completely dark, the candlelight next to them clearly illuminated the two of them, a gust of wind blew over, and the corners of Murong Wuhen's clothes were blown up.

"Sister Jiao'e, can you marry me?" Murong Wuhen's eyes showed Chunri's tenderness and firmness.

"Not to marry." Zixun replied immediately.

After saying that, Zixun got up to leave, took a step and then stopped, saying: "I have always liked the emperor, and when you become the emperor of the world, I will marry you."

He was only pretending to appease him, but he remembered it clearly in his heart.

The emperor of the world, Murong Wuhen remembered.

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