blue face disaster

Shen Mo, who was drinking soup at the side, didn't notice it. I know that assassins also have to pick the right time to kill, so I won't rush in directly.

But my mind is still in a mess, but I don't know what to do.

In such a situation, even if the nearest guards of the General's Mansion were called, I'm afraid that Shen Mo and I would have died long ago.

I looked at the person in front of me, and carefully sipped the soup I cooked with my own hands, which was considered a fulfillment of a dream in my life.At least, for a moment, he belonged to me.

Joy and horror intertwined in my heart.What's going on tonight, the good scenery is all about the fish I just held in my hand, but now the uninvited guests outside the door have destroyed everything.

Shen Mo's every move is so elegant and decent, he looks like a son of an aristocratic family, and he is not a bad person. Since I beat the princess for him, he has relieved a little, at least he is still willing to pay attention to me, but unfortunately the good times don't last long.

I can't help but think of that sad poem: the setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk!

I looked at the painting on the table and thought it would be better to confess my love before I died, so I pretended to be relaxed and said: "This painting is indeed depicting Mr. Shen. I'm using my clumsy drawing skills. I hope you will not laugh at me." It is."

Sometimes people can't say what they think.What you say doesn't mean you think that way.Even if you say what you want to say, the words will still change.

Duplicity, inconsistency, is probably the reason.

I smiled wryly.

Looking at the still steaming casserole, the air is filled with the strong aroma of crucian carp soup, this is going to be assassinated, how can I have the mood to drink soup?

I'm afraid to be a starving ghost.

It is said that starving ghosts are very miserable. Even if they are reincarnated, they will gobble them up in the next life, and there is no good food.

I looked at Shen Mo, pursed my lips, and advised him, "You must drink more, don't dislike my cooking skills, you will always thank me in the future."

For example, you will thank me for helping you in your next life, at least you won’t be reincarnated as a starving ghost.

He put down the spoon in his hand and said with a smile, "Why are you so nagging today?"

If you don't nag, you don't have a chance.

Thinking about coming to this assassin is also a conscience, and he also left me a good time before my death to explain my funeral.

He picked up the scroll on the table, unfolded it, and said in admiration: "Mr. Liu is really good at painting, and his paintings are very vivid. I must pay my respects."

"My lord, you've praised me so much." I should be more humble in front of Shen Mo.

The assassin came to the other courtyard, I don't know who was going to kill Shen Mo and me, he probably wanted to follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, cut them all, cut their throats, to save trouble in the future.

Shen Mo put away the unfolded scroll and smiled: "I will cherish this painting forever."

My heart is completely occupied by assassins, Shen Mo is so polite to me today, but I can't be happy, I just forced a smile and thanked him.

The moment Shen Mo got up, the assassin broke into the door.

A shining sword, a familiar face.

Even though he is covering his face and wearing night clothes, such things as wearing a mask can't stop people he knows from seeing through you.

I don't understand why the murderer in the TV series always hides his face, so people around him don't know him, he can't see through him, he is really mentally handicapped.

This person is none other than Her Royal Highness's personal bodyguard. Although I don't talk to him much, I have seen him for more than ten years, and this face is very familiar.

It's a princess again!

He's here to kill Shen Mo again!

Kill both of them, kill me too, only kill Shen Mo, I can't protect him, it's more uncomfortable than me dying.

Better dead than broken hearted.

Sadness is greater than death of the heart, and death of the body is second.

The gleaming sword tip pierced Shen Mo's thin back, and that body might not be able to bear it.

In my haste, I picked up the pot of soup on the table that was almost scalding my hands, dodged behind Shen Mo, and firmly blocked the sword for him, not forgetting to spill the pot of soup on the assassin.

Although in the future I can't see the princess guard who looks down, I'm afraid it's not good to ruin my face, but now that he wants my life, I don't care about hitting people in the face, swearing and not revealing my faults.

A big pot of soup was poured on it, and he also suffered from my pot, which was considered even.

When Shen Mo turned around after hearing such a commotion, the assassin yelled, fearing that the pain would kill him, and fled the general's mansion.

I couldn't hold back and was about to fall down, Shen Mo caught me with both hands.

I fell into his arms, his embrace was very warm, his breath was so familiar, I was weak all over, I was afraid I was going to die.

I thought to myself that I should tell him that I love him as soon as possible, but it's okay but I have a lot of worries.But I yelled hopelessly: "It really hurts!"

The sword has no eyes, and the sword has no heart. I have never understood this sentence well, but now I really know it.

I fell dizzily into that warm embrace and couldn't get up again.

TNND, this is really the last failure of my unrestrained life.

I closed my eyes, and vaguely heard him calling my name in a heart-piercing way, saying that he didn’t want me to die. Shame on the underworld.

It feels so good to be loved.

The scroll in his hand was rendered by my blood donation.

That painting was ruined, and it was also ruined after finally winning his favor once in a lifetime.

He doesn't have anything to think about in the future, I'm afraid he will forget about me.

I changed my mind and thought about what he would do if he remembered me as a dead person, it would only make me sad, and it would be fine if he forgot.

In the end, I was unable to say goodbye to him, and I didn't finish what I wanted to say. I was really wronged in this life.

So I fell asleep.

Had a dream.

In the dream, there was also that beautiful young man in Qiushui, a handsome young man with plain clothes and a unparalleled son.

That's love, it's Shen Mo.

In that dream, we were living happily together, and I made crucian carp soup for him every day, hoping that he would live a long life, turn bad luck into good luck, and hope to stay with him forever.

We live outside the world, often accompanied by green mountains and green waters, men farming and women weaving in the fresh countryside, together, as long as it is him, the prosperity and wealth are like floating clouds to me.

Just one day, he changed.

He suddenly changed.

He said that he never loved me, that he was greedy for the prosperous world, that he did not give up the glory and wealth, and that he wanted to kill me.

I don't believe it, that dream is about to be shattered, a piece of homeland that I thought I could wait for forever, landslides and ground cracked, dying, and finally collapsed.

I cried and died, slaying myself by the river.

He was nowhere to be found.

At the end of the dream, it was always just that picture, I died, the other died, the exiled death, the desperate death.

It's so miserable, I don't understand why I can still know that I am dead when I am dead, and I can still know that he is in exile, he is in exile.

I stayed by the riverside day and night, watching the river flow eastward, the prosperity faded away, the stars changed, and the ripples washed the white sand by the river.But the person I was waiting for never came back.

I struggle to understand that the rivers and moons of the generations in life are just a river of spring water, a round of lonely moons to accompany.

Heh, who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the river moon shine on people at the beginning.

Life is miserable, Jiangyue is bright and empty, with whom to mourn and pity with?

In the end, I was desperate, time to dilute my pain, and wash away my sadness with white sand and water in the river.Everything faded away.

If the king is like spring water rolling eastward and never returning, so is my heart.

It just failed the river of spring water and the bright moon.

My heart is sad, I don't know my sorrow.

Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly, not knowing whether he became a butterfly or the butterfly became himself.

Confused and sad.

But I know that I took advantage of a butterfly for no reason and turned into a butterfly. I wanted to stay and fly with the person in my heart, but the years are endless and life is short, not to mention a little butterfly. I have always been just a dream.

And my dream of a butterfly is nothing more than a drunken self-deception after all.