Brother, this showman

In the battle of Cangwu Yunding, Yanrantai suffered the least loss, but Yanrantai suffered the heaviest loss.

Because Xuan Yan personally sealed his disciples, the pain in his heart was tormenting him all the time, causing him to worry too much, his body went from bad to worse, and he had to go into seclusion again.

Even so, the Feng Lianchen matter did not have much impact on Yan Rantai's reputation, but instead received a lot of praise.

The folks even wrote books and biographies, describing how upright Zhan Mingzun was, who killed relatives with righteousness, and restored peace to the common people in the world.

All the infamy is borne by Feng Lianchen alone.

It was five days later when Ye Wenqing woke up again.

Lu Yan would run to Ye Wenqing's yard whenever he had time every day. As soon as he entered the room, he was leaning on the head of the bed in a daze, with paper and pen in his hand. There were dense words written on the paper, but there was only one content: Feng Lianchen.

The smile on Lu Yan's lips disappeared completely, and Ye Wenqing interrupted him before he opened his mouth to speak, and he asked suspiciously, "Why do I only remember the name Feng Lianchen, but not the name Feng Lianchen?" What does he look like?"

"what?!"

Lu Yan was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and he looked at Ye Wenqing carefully, as if trying to find his flaws.

"Are you serious?" Lu Yan asked in disbelief with his Adam's apple rolling.

"I only know that I like him." Ye Wenqing bit the tip of the pen and said vaguely, his eyes were full of firmness, and he rubbed his fingers back and forth on the paper, repeating solemnly again, "I like him very much, very much, Love it like hell."

"But, what about others?" Ye Wenqing frowned in distress, and blinked at Lu Yan's gaze, "Where is Feng Lianchen? Where did he go?"

Lu Yan swallowed hard, his mind was full of questions, but he didn't know how to answer, he was quite embarrassed.

On the one hand, he felt that it would be good if Ye Wenqing didn't remember, and he would be able to live happily in the future; but on the other hand, he thought about the matter of Cangwu Yunding, which everyone could see clearly, and he couldn't keep it a secret.

After much deliberation, Lu Yan made two choices, but he could only choose to keep his mouth shut and run away as if oiling the soles of his feet.

Normally, Ye Wenqing scolded him early in the morning, but now Ye Wenqing put all his heart on Feng Lianchen, racking his brains to think about this person.

Ye Wenqing's body was strong, and his injury recovered quickly, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around in less than a month.It's just that they asked Feng Lianchen every time they met, but everyone hesitated and dared not tell the truth. They were forced to suffer unspeakably, and Wen Yu was finally alarmed.

"Yo? Mr. Wen is here?"

Ye Wenqing changed into a moon-white jacquard gown with orchid pattern, his complexion was still pale, and he was sitting at the desk staring at a piece of rice paper in a daze.Glancing casually out of the window, she saw Wen Yu coming bathed in the sun, and the little cutie in her arms was lazily playing with her ears with her feet.

Ye Wenqing put down the brush in his hand, got up and went forward, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Wen."

Since Xuanyan retreated, all the affairs in the door have been taken care of by Wenyu alone. He has been busy with important affairs all day long, and now he finally found some time to meet Ye Wenqing.

Regarding the matter of Feng Lianchen, Wen Yu still couldn't let go of it. Thinking of Ye Wenqing's previous actions, the depression in his heart resurfaced again, and said coldly: "I heard that you have been harassing your classmates recently."

"what?"

Ye Wenqing heard Wen Yu's words as soon as his hand touched the little cutie's furry head. He was so frightened that his hand didn't matter. trace.

"I harass my classmates?" Ye Wenqing pointed at himself in disbelief, "Mr. Wen, do you think that with my appearance, is it more likely that I will harass my classmates, or is it more likely that my classmates will harass me?"

"I just want to ask them where Feng Lianchen has gone."

"Feng Lianchen?" Wen Yu frowned subconsciously, staring at Ye Wenqing suspiciously, hesitating to speak.

"I've been lying in bed for nearly a month, and he, my favorite person, didn't show up. It's too disgraceful." Ye Wenqing expressed disgust in his words, but his face was full of longing, and he looked at the text with longing eyes. Yu, with flattery, "Mr. Wen must know, why don't you tell me?"

"Then do you know why you lie in bed for so long?" Wen Yu asked.

"I know." Ye Wenqing nodded again and again, "There is a hole in my stomach."

"I thought you didn't know!" Wen Yu glanced at him and asked again, "Then do you know who opened this hole for you?"

Ye Wenqing was silent for a moment, caught the fleeting anger and pain in Wenyu's eyes, and pointed to himself cautiously: "...me?"

"I think you have not only opened your stomach, but also opened your brain!" Wen Yu pointed at his nose and cursed, "How long are you going to deceive yourself! Feng Lianchen is dead! It’s a shame! How long will you pretend to be deaf and dumb? Isn’t there enough trouble? How long are you going to trample yourself for a mere vassal!”

"Mr. Wen!"

A hurried voice cut in, and Lu Yan hurried to hear this, his face turned pale, and his eyes wandered between the two of them.

Wenyu's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which caught Ye Wenqing by surprise. He split from head to toe, blood all over his body went to the soles of his feet, and frost crawled all over his body along his back, freezing his heart so cold that it would shatter when hit.

"Dead...dead?" Ye Wenqing's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He stepped back a few steps, leaned against the desk, and turned his head to look at the writing brush that fell onto the paper at some point. An ink stain fell on the paper.

This is the paper he is going to use to draw Feng Lianchen. Although he doesn't know what Feng Lianchen looks like, he can think about it slowly.But Wenyu's words, the ink on the paper, disrupted all his plans, trampled on them recklessly, everything was in vain.

Ye Wenqing was always high-spirited and strutting, and the words that came out of his mouth always made people want to hit him hard with a mallet.

But right now, this withered tree is dead and lifeless, and there is no trace of Ye Wenqing's demeanor.

"It turns out he's dead." After a long time, Ye Wenqing let out a trembling sigh, "I mean, the person I've been thinking about all this time is definitely not heartless and hasn't come to see me for so long. So he's dead , can't come."

"But, Mr. Wen, why did he die?"

"It's all dead, what else do you care about so much!" Wen Yu felt a little guilty, he couldn't figure out what kind of state Ye Wenqing was in right now, and how he suddenly became like this when he was fine, he could only use his voice to raise his voice. Maintain your composure.

"Oh." Ye Wenqing lowered his eyes and drooped his head weakly.

"Okay, now that you're awake, I'll settle the score with you. At Cangwu Yunding, you violated the discipleship training many times, and you refused to change after repeated admonitions. The old man will punish you to go to Qiongqi Peak to face the wall and contemplate for a year." I would like to continue the topic of Feng Lianchen, so I can only talk in a different direction.

"Yes." Ye Wenqing obediently agreed.

In the past, whenever Ye Wenqing heard the words Qiongqifeng, Ye Wenqing would jump up and down with excitement, or take the opportunity to be good, and wanted to run away, anyway, he would not go anyway.There is no other reason, it is too scary there.

Qiongqi Peak is overgrown with weeds, and there are many spirits and monsters in the mountain. Although most of them are low-level, there are many types, and there are all kinds of weird things, which make people hard to guard against.

"Mr. Wen." Lu Yan couldn't bear it, and wanted to plead for mercy, but the unfinished words were cut to pieces under Wen Yu's knife-like gaze.

"That's fine, you go now." Wen Yu waved his hand.

Without saying a word, Ye Wenqing walked out with a thick stack of rice paper, brush and inkstone in his hand.

Because of Wenyu's destiny, no disciple of Yanrantai could go to see Ye Wenqing in private, and those who violated it would be expelled from Yanrantai.As a result, those disciples who originally wanted to visit all cut off their thoughts abruptly.

It was quiet when no one came, and Ye Wenqing was not idle in Qiongqi Peak, spreading papers full of Feng Lianchen all over the floor, admiring them.

Because of the torrential rain that came from time to time in summer, people were caught off guard, and the papers were all messed up and tattered.

Ye Wenqing couldn't bear it anymore, so he built a thatched hut with his own hands, and the hut was covered with papers with Feng Lianchen written on it.

Day after day, Ye Wenqing tirelessly built one thatched hut after another, and he wandered around to appreciate each one, enjoying it with relish.

A year passed quickly, and Ye Wenqing's time limit for facing the wall to contemplate his past had come. Wen Yu also sent someone to pass a message to let him go back, but Ye Wenqing refused to leave.

Therefore, the task of taking Ye Wenqing back was assigned to Lu Yan.

When Lu Yan stepped into Qiongqi Peak, he was stunned by the row upon row of thatched cottages in front of him, more specifically, the feudal officials all over the mountains and plains.

Ye Wenqing was lying on an ashlar among the grass. Hearing the sound, he raised his head, met Lu Yan's shocked gaze, grinned, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "How is it?"

"Ye Wenqing, are you a demon?" Lu Yan pointed at the hanging papers, sighing.

Ye Wenqing didn't answer, and continued to lower his head to write the words in his hands. When he finally turned back to close the pen, he curled his lips in disgust and muttered: "It's also fortunate that I have strong skills, otherwise I can write such good characters with this bald pen. ?”

Lu Yan took a closer look, and sure enough, it was Feng Lianchen again, and there were two lines of poems beside it: "The wind and rain are tireless to remind customers to grow old, and the lovesickness in the pen is not willing to stay. Talking about frost and snow falling on my head, I am fortunate to share with you." White head."

"By the way, what are you doing here? Ye Wenqing got up and wiped the ink stained on his cuffs, "Are you persuading me to go back again? "

"Hey, it's only been one year, how can it be enough?" Ye Wenqing sighed distressedly, "I still can't think of anything else except the name Feng Lianchen."

"He should be very sad. After all, I don't feel well either. How could he forget?"

Hearing this, Lu Yan's nose was sour, and his eye circles were hot and humid.

"I can't go." Ye Wenqing shook his head again, and sat down again, "There are Feng Lianchen here, I am not willing to leave."

"Ye Wenqing." Lu Yan said hoarsely, "Can't you really let go?"

"Let it go?" Ye Wenqing murmured, eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, "Then the only option is to die, after all, I can't even think about it at that time."

"Yeah, I'm going to die, after all he's dead too."

"Actually, you haven't forgotten him."