Jianling

"My fate is like this? My fate is like this?" Feng Lin murmured to herself and repeated, "...Why?"

Shi Lian clasped her hands together, looked compassionate, and said no more.

Feng Lin lowered her head and noticed Meng Xing who was still holding the heavy Xuan, and asked again: "Ameng, are you not afraid of me shooting arrows?"

When he said this, Meng Xing and Shen Chongxuan were still exposed to countless sharp edges. Chongxuan curled up in Meng Xing's arms, crying silently. Meng Xing sighed silently, and raised his eyes to face his closest friend: "You don't want to kill people, you want others to suffer with you."

"Yes, that's right!——Meng Xing, you are smarter than everyone else, aren't you?" Feng Lin's face twisted, and she asked hoarsely, "You can even let go of your own family feud. Dog, why, why do you want to take pity on a heavy Xuan?"

Meng Xing stared at him silently, and tightly hugged Shen Xuan's strength: "Lin'er, do you hate me for not helping you?"

Feng Lin frowned, and said coldly, "I never counted on you."

"Of course you didn't count on me." Meng Xing closed his eyes and struggled to speak, "You don't want my help, and you hate my interference even more. You just want me to sit on the sidelines and protect yourself wisely—but Feng Lin, I'm in the world."

Feng Lin sneered, and asked back: "But you are Meng Xing, will you really tolerate yourself being ignorant of what I did? You have indulged me, so why pretend to be arrogant now - you are also an accomplice, you are now It's too late to fight back!"

Meng Xing shook his head, hesitated for a long time, and said: "Feng Jue and Feng Lang also indulged, but they must be regretting their indulgence."

"Don't mention them—!"

"Why didn't you mention it?" Meng Xing opened his eyes and looked at him intently, "Lin'er, do you want me to be like them?"

Feng Lin's eyes widened with anger, and the Changli sword was unsheathed again, pointing directly at the cleanest white clothes in the black Xuanjia: "Meng Xing, are you forcing me?"

The iron armor is clattering, and the sharpness is fully blooming.

Meng Xing raised his hand to cover Shen Zhongxuan's eyes, and asked with a smile, "It's best to attack the heart, and that's why you taught it well."

Feng Lin was furious: "You really think I dare not touch you?!"

"...There is no right or wrong in anything, it's just that we were born in different ways." Meng Xing rolled his neck and closed his eyes, and sighed, "But Feng Lin, when we first met, didn't we attract each other because we were not of the same kind? "

Feng Lin didn't have time to react, but she saw a light-yellow figure passing by the long palace road and approaching lightly. Behind her, the eunuch's sharp "Princess is coming" came from a long distance, and followed her closely.

Chu Wanzhen galloped all the way, her face turned red when she ran, and she narrowly escaped Feng Lin's order.

Shi Lian hurriedly turned around, supported her body that was almost limp from exhaustion, frowned for a while, but finally didn't ask any questions.

"Stop, all stop!" Chu Wanzhen supported Shi Lian's arm and stood up precariously. The two swords hanging from his waist collided with each other. Fei Fei's paper was given to Chu Wanzhen with both hands, and Chu Wanzhen's eyes were bright, she took the paper and said excitedly, "Stop for this hall!"

Before Chu Wanzhen could finish his words, the swarming imperial guards immediately retracted their arrows and untied their guns. They knelt down and said in unison, "See Your Highness the Princess!"

The veins on Feng Lin's forehead twitched violently, she struggled for a long time, and finally she bowed slowly to meet Chu Wanzhen's questioning eyes.

"Father's order - everyone listens to the order, and let Daoist Meng, Senior Feng, and Shaoxia Shen go. For everything today, let the past be forgotten!"

Shi Lian tapped slowly, and took the piece of paper calmly. Just looking at the scribbled handwriting on it showed that Chu Jingshen was annoyed when he wrote the pen.

Chu Wanzhen actually did it.

Shi Lian couldn't help shaking her head, kowtowed and said: "Young monk, I will obey the holy order."

All the forbidden soldiers bowed down and shouted long live together.

Feng Lin clenched her teeth, and turned her head to look at Meng Xing reluctantly, but she saw Meng Xing's expression was astonished, as if she didn't expect Chu Jingshen to change her mind.

He suddenly remembered the posture of Meng Xing who had raised his neck to kill him just now, and Meng Xing still had a cold dagger lying beside him at this time.

Facing the mountain wind and bathed in the light of the sky, the extremely beautiful young man smiled brightly like the morning sun: "Meng Xing will never strike you with a sword in this life."

Meng Xing practiced drunken swordsmanship, watching with drunken eyes, but he could see all the darkness in his heart.

They were indeed born in different ways, but they didn't know whether the drunk person was him or Meng Xing.

Feng Lin closed her eyes silently, knocked her head heavily on the ground, and said softly: "...Subordinate, please obey the holy order."

—and so everything was settled.

Chu Wan couldn't help but turn her head to look at Meng Xing. Feng Henwan took a step ahead of her, pressed the wound on his arm, jumped off the wall, hurriedly pushed aside the crowd, and looked at the people sitting on the ground: " Meng Xing, can you get up?"

It was only then that Chu Wanzhen noticed that Meng Xing was holding Shen Chongxuan in his arms, and exclaimed, "What's going on? - Come here, tell the imperial physician!"

"No, it's okay." Meng Xing raised his face and forced a smile with difficulty. Shen Zhongxuan was still silent, but his eyes were blankly huddled in Meng Xing's arms, the tears on his face were still wet, Meng Xing's lapel was caught by him Wrinkled into a ball, now loose and loose, almost revealing his snow-white chest, Meng Xing pulled him into his arms and said with a smile, "Thanks for being late."

Chu Wanzhen shook her head, with a smile on her face: "It's the father who suddenly wanted to leave! But Chong Chongxuan, are you really okay? Are you ashamed to crawl into Master's arms at such an adult?"

When she said this, she still had her hips on her hips, and her tone was brisk. She thought that Zhongxuan would jump up and bicker with her as usual, but this time Zhongxuan didn't respond, and she still just lowered her brows and eyes lifelessly, letting Meng Xing embraced.

Meng Xing hurriedly said: "Ah, the poor man must thank the emperor when he turns around... Everyone worked hard this night, er, Lin'er? Do you have anything...Want to talk to me alone? of?"

Feng Lin's eyebrows were silent, she untied a saber from her waist, and threw it to Meng Xing.

"... Lin'er?" Meng Xing caught it subconsciously, and found that the sword was the Hechen sword that Feng Lin had confiscated earlier.

Feng Lin looked back at him, her gaze was heavy, and the moment she met Meng Xing's eyes, Meng Xing's heart suddenly jumped, and she wanted to stand up subconsciously, but the heavy hand in her arms grabbed his collar and pulled him upside down. Can get up.

Meng Xing put his arms around Chong Xuan, and met Feng Lin's gaze: "Where are you going?"

Feng Lin asked back: "What else do you want to ask me?"

Meng Xing frowned and said, "What does this have to do with it? You were affected by this Gu just now, so it doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't matter, it's never Gu worms that hurt people's hearts." Feng Lin sneered at his concern, and said indifferently, "Take care of your apprentice."

Meng Xing hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You still want to touch him?"

"...I resign myself to my fate, Meng Xing." Feng Lin pulled the corners of her lips, showing a half-smile, "Protect your apprentice, Xueguanyin's enemy is far more than Cheng Zijian."

Chu Wanzhen watched their secret words of coming and going, frowned involuntarily, and interjected: "Feng Shaoxia, Father asked you to meet him in the imperial study."

"..." Feng Lin took one last look at Meng Xing, closed her eyes in silence, turned around and saluted Chu Wanzhen, "I obey."

Chu Wanzhen also untied a sword from his waist, and handed it to Meng Xing with a smile: "Master, this is the Jushuang sword confiscated by the emperor earlier, you can take it back."

Meng Xing suddenly felt something was wrong, frowned and asked, "Aren't you going with us?"

"Master, I'm not leaving." Chu Wanzhen smiled, obediently with her hands behind her back, she ran all the way just now, dripping with sweat, and her snowy cheeks were slightly red, which made her look like a dew and lotus, with a natural beauty, " Father said that I was ignorant and punished me for copying books, but don't worry, Brother Huang will help me quietly."

Meng Xing already had some premonition in his heart, hesitantly said: "After you finish copying...will you come back?"

"...Of course I will, I will definitely come to you after copying!" Chu Wanzhen straightened her back and muttered, "I haven't finished learning Jianlingjian Jue-you are too partial Lah, I must have secretly made a small fuss about Shen Chongxuan, he is much better than me, my father even scolded me for not being diligent."

Meng Xing felt relieved, and responded with a smile: "You're not bad either."

Chu Wan really got his praise, and she was so proud that the tip of her tail was raised to the sky. After a few silly laughs, she suddenly remembered something, and asked softly with a blushing face: "Then...Master, you know, uh , That, Zhong Zhong asked him... that... that matter?"

"Ok?"

"Just... that, oops, that and that..." Chu Wanzhen hesitated for a long time, and regretted, "He hasn't told you yet, so did I say something wrong?"

Meng Xing finally heard what she meant, and was a little embarrassed for a moment, scratching his face and said: "I haven't considered it yet...Let's discuss it later."

Chu Wanzhen frowned and smirked: "Don't be afraid, Master, I will support you."

Meng Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Shi Lian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted: "The little monk will send the monthly antidote to Pichen Mountain."

"What antidote?" Chu Wanzhen looked sideways at him, "Did you prescribe the medicine for Master? What medicine did you give?"

Meng Xing only chuckled, shook his head calmly, and said lightly, "No need, the poor have their own antidote."

Shi Lian's eyelids twitched slightly. This response was beyond his expectation, but it was reasonable. After hesitating for a long time, Shi Lian finally folded his hands together, bowed to Meng Xing slowly, and said no more.

When Meng Xing walked out of the palace gate with heavy Xuan on his back, Feng Henwan had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time, leaning on the horse with his arms folded, but his face showed a rare expression of impatience. He just silently glanced at the heavy Xuan on his back, hesitating He said quietly: "You two, it's not a big problem, is it?"

Meng Xing smiled and shook his head: "We were two people from the beginning."

Feng Henwan raised a smile with a half-sigh, nodded and said: "I am worrying too much."

"Aren't you going to ask me something else?"

Feng Henwan laughed when he asked, "How are you going to kill Feng Lin?"

"Your jokes are not as good as before."

Feng Henwan let out a heavy breath, and heard Meng Xing ask again: "The injury on the hand should be called Wan Zhen to send you an imperial doctor."

"Hmph, with such a small injury, even his own grandfather may not be able to hurt me."

"The deceased is gone, play it as you like." Meng Xing shook his head helplessly, "Where are you going next?"

Feng Henwan let go of his hand silently, facing the market in the early morning, more helpless than Meng Xing: "Shen Yuanyuan told me about the sister and brother of the Huanxizong, it's annoying, I'm done helping you, go Mingzhou is looking for that bastard Xiao Tongbei—”

"People will pay attention to you old thing?"

Feng Henwan laughed a few times and asked, "Meng Xing, is it dawn yet?"

The sky is soft and light, quiet and lovely.

Everything came to life, and the glow was jumping. Meng Xing narrowed his eyes as usual, and stretched out his hand to block the rosy sunrise.

But the soft light still slipped through the fingers, slightly warm, like a cluster of gentle fire, jumping at his fingertips and rushing into the bottom of his heart.

"It's bright," he said.

Feng Henwan got on his horse and held Xiao Hei's rein, laughing brightly: "Then, take a step ahead."

Then he turned around and hit the horse, facing the endless morning glow, the sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away.

"Shen Yuanyuan, if you can still hear Wei Shi speak, what do you want to hear?"

The heavy Xuan lay on his back, and there was still a dead silence.

Meng Xing sighed softly, feeling the wetness of his back collar, and walked step by step into the gradually noisy street market and into this bustling world with the silent young boy on his back.

His steps are as firm as ever, with warm light on every step, just like the first time he met seven years ago, the young man waited quietly in the mountains, seeing him coming through the light, from now on the world is unpredictable, but there is hope.

The author has something to say: near the end, I still hope to fulfill a gentle Lin Goose. Although it is a thorn growing out of the mud, I don't want him to hurt others and myself.

Master didn't confess his love here, and I don't want to arrange a hoarse Yuanyuan. I hope they start with Jinghao and return to Jinghao, so there may be one or two more chapters later, with Yuanyuan's Gu and other people's story.

The finished product is much gentler than the outline wwww probably because the two core characters, A Xing and Yuan Yuan, are much more reliable than I imagined.