After Qingming gl

A round of autumn sun hangs high in the sky, and in the distance, a few flying birds pass by leisurely, leaving only a black shadow.

When Yuezhi saw Yan Bugu, she was digging sweet potatoes in the field.

As the hoe swung, there was a crisp "hoo hoo" sound.

Yan Bugu was still wearing a blue robe with narrow sleeves, the cuffs were slightly rolled up, and there was still some dirt on it.

His long hair, as black as a crow's feather, was pulled up casually, and he was wearing a straw hat with a hole in it that looked ridiculous.

She seemed to have changed a lot, and her skin was not as fair and flawless as before.

The expression on his face was calm, and even if there was sweat slipping from his face, he didn't reach out to wipe it off.

Yue Zhi stood aside, watching her dig those sweet potatoes.

She felt in a trance for a while, and a different feeling surged in her heart.

Smiling with fingers and fingers, the face in front of me who once sang in the wind, with a sword in his body, holding a flute and laughing long, chic and unrestrained and not inferior to any man in the rivers and lakes, has been worn out in the long song of time The edges and corners leave only the silence after transformation.

The white horse behind him has been restless since seeing Yan Bugu, wagging its tail constantly, trying to get close to her.

After digging for a while, Yan Bugu finally stopped, threw the sweet potatoes piled aside into a small basket, picked up the basket and left.

Yuezhi led the white horse and followed without saying a word.

After walking along the field path for a while, passing through a small forest, and walking for a while, a small bamboo house gradually appeared in sight.

The bamboo house is hidden under several pine trees, surrounded by a small courtyard, and a fence surrounds the small courtyard.

Yan Bugu casually pushed the bamboo door open, and walked in.

Yuezhi also followed and led the horse in.

Yan Bugu put down the sweet potatoes, took out a hatchet from the bamboo hut, sat on the ground and chopped a sweet potato, then came to the bucket, scooped up water and washed the sweet potatoes with mud and debris.

Yue Zhi stood beside the white horse, staring blankly at the Xiangyun Baihe tattooed on Yan Bugu's green robe.

From beginning to end, both of them remained silent.

It wasn't until Yan Bugu washed the sweet potatoes, stood up, put the sweet potatoes in his mouth and took a bite, that the silence was broken.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Bugu's voice was faint, and the sweet potato "squeaked" when she bit it.

Yue Zhi's mind was moved when she heard the words, and after a moment of silence, she actually knelt down on the ground.

She opened her mouth with a loud voice, like a jade stone falling to the ground, resounding loudly:

"Yue Zhi kindly asks the young palace master to go and rescue the palace master!"

Yan Bugu didn't even frown when he heard the words, he glanced at Yue Zhi who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes looked away, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yue Zhi didn't move, she just knelt there.

After a long time, like a flower blooming and withering, Yan Bugu opened his mouth again:

"She also needs help? Is there no one in the Wanqing Palace?"

The voice is faint, a little hoarse.

There was an almost invisible ironic smile on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of black eyes stared straight at Yuezhi.

Yuezhi stood up:

"It's different this time."

She was startled when she saw Yan Bugu's calm expression, and then said in a low voice:

"It's King An."

Yan Bugu finally had some reaction, his eyebrows furrowed.

Yuezhi continued:

"He stole Young Master Shen in order to coerce the Palace Master to stay in the inner prison of Prince An's Mansion for a few days before he would send Young Master Shen back, and then..."

"Then Jun Mengling agreed, and really obediently stay in the inner prison of Prince An's Mansion?"

Yan Bugu's voice was a little cold.

Yue Zhi stopped talking and lowered her eyes.

Yan Bugu looked at her coldly for a while, then regained his composure, took a bite of the sweet potato in his hand and asked:

"Then you don't think about how to save her, what do you want me to do?"

Yuezhi looked up at her:

"King An said that he would release her only if you go to Prince An's mansion to save her."

Yan Bugu sneered.

Yuezhi knelt down again, her voice clear:

"Yue Zhi kindly asks the young palace master to go and rescue the palace master."

Yan Bugu lowered his eyes, and after finishing gnawing the sweet potato in his hand with a blank expression, he said in a low voice:

"Yuezhi, it's not that I don't want to save her, it's just that what role do I use to save her now?"

Yuezhi's spine stiffened when she heard this.

"Master and apprentice? Friend? Subordinate? Heh, or a chivalrous man who draws his sword to help when he sees injustice?"

Yan Bugu said every word with irony and sarcasm, a faint light appeared in his eyes.

After a long time, she closed her eyes and sighed tiredly:

"Yuezhi, she and I have nothing to do with each other a year ago. Now, we are just a farmer."

After she said this in a low voice, Yue Zhi actually trembled, she moved her lips, but she was speechless.

Yan Bugu turned around and was about to walk into the bamboo house, Yue Zhi hurriedly called to her:

"Master of the Young Palace!"

Yan Bugu paused, turned around and said calmly:

"Don't call me Young Palace Master anymore, I was expelled from the sect by her long ago, have you forgotten?"

Yuezhi shook her head and said firmly:

"No, in my heart, you have always been the Young Palace Master of Wanqing Palace."

After finishing speaking, she knelt down again and put her head on the ground, her voice was full of pleading:

"Young Palace Master, please go and rescue the Palace Master!"

"Young Palace Master, please go and rescue the Palace Master!"

"Young Palace Master, please go and rescue the Palace Master!"

Yue Zhi repeated it loudly three times.

Yan Bugu finally had a reaction. She raised her head, looked at the clear blue sky, and spoke again, her voice was as fragile as the ice in March:

"Yuezhi, I have already been expelled from the teacher's school by her. What do you want from me? My jade fell and the sword was destroyed. What do you want from me?"

Her tone was neither happy nor angry, but it made people feel tired.

As Yan Bugu was talking, he suddenly smiled, looked down at Yue Zhi, and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand to his elbow.

As the sleeves were rolled up, a scar about two inches long was gradually exposed on the forearm of the right hand. The scar was horrifying, winding on the white right arm like a centipede, which made people feel heartbroken.

She casually glanced at the scar and asked:

"Remember this scar?"

Yue Zhi nodded, her voice was a bit astringent:

"Remember. That day before you broke the jade and destroyed the sword, you slashed your hand with the sword, saying that if the scar remains, then the friendship between you and the Palace Master will no longer exist."

Yan Bugu put down his sleeves and said:

"Just remember."

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Yuezhi hurriedly called her to stop:

"Master of the Young Palace!"

Yan Bugu's footsteps did not change, and he continued to move forward.

"Young Palace Master, things are dead, people are alive! They are nothing more than broken jade and broken swords. Yuezhi ordered people to repair them all three months ago, and now they are on Yuezhi's body."

"Yuezhi hopes that the young Palace Master will go to rescue the Palace Master based on the master-student friendship with the Palace Master in the past!"

Hearing the words, Yan Bugu stopped in front of the bamboo house, turned to look at her, but saw Yuezhi's hands spread out, and in her hands were a long sword and a piece of sapphire.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and after a pause, she set her sights on the white horse standing behind Yuezhi.

Feeling her gaze, the white horse raised its tail happily.

Seeing this, Yan Bugu showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth:

"We haven't seen each other for a year, but Wei Young has lost a lot of weight."

Yuezhi's figure moved slightly:

"Since you left, Wei Young hasn't eaten much."

Yan Bugu smiled slightly, and after a while, his eyes fell on the long sword in Yuezhi's hand.

long silence.

suddenly smiled.

"go!"

She walked over quickly and grabbed the long sword in one hand, then turned on the horse neatly.

The green robe soars to the clouds, and the black hair is lightly pulled.

Holding the horse rope, Yan Bugu looked at Yue Zhilang who was in a daze and said:

"Get on the horse!"