How much do you know about the flowers in the dreams of Water Margin fans?

The night was dim, and the windows were cold.

A man is leaning against the railing, his ring is like water, and his clothes are like the moon, and he is also elegant in the night.His face was a little haggard, but even though he was as pale as snow, he still couldn't hide his beautiful face, and he smiled all over the city.

"Brother." A woman called softly, extremely cautiously.The man turned around, his eyebrows raised a little gently: "Li'er, what's the matter?"

"Brother." Yue Li looked at his tired expression and felt distressed: "Brother, it's been so long, you should go and rest, otherwise..." Alas, my brother hasn't rested since Sister Mengyun fell asleep due to high fever. I am also very worried about sister Mengyun, but if my brother continues like this, something will happen...

Huarong smiled slightly, a bit helpless: "Li'er, how can you tell my brother to sleep. It's okay, don't worry about me, you can go back."

His Yun'er has ignored him for a month.How could he rest assured, how could he be willing to let her bear it alone.

"But, brother..." Yue Li was in a hurry: "You too..." He really didn't know that he was injured, so he couldn't be tired, otherwise... "Li'er!" Hua Rong said in a slightly serious tone, "Go back. "

He knows how he is, but he can't leave her behind.

"Second brother." Shuran walked in, seeing the situation of the two of them, he couldn't help but stop slightly.Seeing him, Hua Rong slowed down his tone: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Looking at his increasingly haggard eyes, Shuran felt tight: "Sister Mengyun hasn't woken up yet?" Huarong frowned, "Not yet." Shuran was silent for a while, then sadly said: "It's all my fault. , if..., sister Mengyun wouldn't catch a cold, and second brother wouldn't have to trek through the snow, causing old injuries, now..."

Blame him, because of him, Meng caught the wind and cold, and because of him, the second brother braved the heavy snow to find the ghost doctor Wu Sapium.His second elder brother was so resolute, he actually stood in front of the tallow tree gate all night.He had never seen this young Zhizhai showing such helplessness, which made him feel even more guilty. If it wasn't for him, how could it be...

Hua Rong's ink-like eyes didn't move up and down: "It's okay, I don't blame you. I can't die from my injury, it's okay."

He didn't say anything more.He knew that the second brother's injuries were the accumulation of old battles, and he couldn't help but be cold and tired.If he has anything because of this, he will never forgive himself in his life.

Seeing this, Yue Li knew that her brother was hurting, so she pulled Su Ran out.

The snow is still falling, and it is desolate.

The young man turned around and looked at the woman under the veil, his eyes as cold as glaciers finally filled with pity, sadness, and nostalgia.

He was not afraid of what would happen to him, but only of her.He can die, but she cannot.He didn't belong to this world as early as more than ten years ago, and it was only because of her that he was a bit entangled in the world of mortals.Now that she has something to do, he would rather exchange his life for her, as long as she can be well.

He just didn't want to, what if she couldn't see him and was sad.Therefore, he persisted hard.

There are three thousand scrolls in the world of mortals, and it is not elegant to pick up a pen. For whom should I bear the world?With a clear thought, a word of beauty, all this prosperity and promise are paid to the broken well and ruins.At the end of the dream, your world is lost, and your journey has never seen my falling flowers.

Luohong is intentional, flowing water is ruthless, he is her nostalgic attachment in this life, and she is his confidante in his previous life.After three thousand years of obsessive entanglement, the West River is cold and the moon is cold. Who broke whose hairpin and made a shadow, and who lost whose clear water bead curtain?Seeing Fusheng all over is just a fleeting moment.

The Xiangjiang River is cold.

Uh, what a headache.Mengyun woke up from the haze, still a little confused.What happened to her? The things in the dream were in a trance like a dream. She seemed to remember something, but she couldn't remember it clearly.Turning his head slightly, Huarong was half leaning on the carved railing of the bed, he was wearing a navy blue cotton gown, and was sleeping together.Sensing the movement around him, he lifted his long eyelashes, and the starlight in his eyes suddenly appeared, and he raised his lips and smiled, radiant: "Wake up."

Huarong's crystal pupils are full of dark red bloodshot eyes, and the whole person exudes a tired but lazy charming aura, which makes Mengyun feel distressed: "I..."

"Don't talk." Hua Rong pressed her cold index finger against her lips, and leaned down, his eyes as deep as the night were full of pity and sadness. Poignant and sad, the voice was deep: "Why are you running away from me, you know, I will be sad."

He was really, really scared.

"Yu'er..." After all, he refused to blame anything, he sighed, bowed his head and hugged her crystal moist lips, soft and long, kissing her until she was almost suffocating, kissing all his love and hatred.

A kiss is as long as a lifetime.

After finally stopping, Mengyun was already blushing, and asked cautiously: "Well... how long have I been asleep?" I am very entangled in this question...

"soon."

Well?Fortunately... Before Mengyun had time to rejoice, Huarong threw out two words calmly:

"January."

hair? ? ?a month? ? ?Meng Yun was so startled that he almost petrified, as if sparks hit the earth.Could it be that, for a month, she slept for a month without feeling anything? ?Too exaggerated, isn't it! !Glancing at the tired state of Hua's brother, Mengyan felt distressed, and apologized a little: "I'm sorry, I, I... er, now, what's wrong?"

Been unconscious for a month, did anything happen?

Hua Rong rested his chin on her shoulder. After all, he was extremely tired. He lowered his eyelids and fell asleep and said, "It's nothing. Yue Li is married, so she followed me here. The three armies traveled for a month, just last night At the foot of Mount Liang, we are now in Zhugui Hotel."

In other words, it is almost time to go up the mountain now. Meng Yun looked at the hut she was in. It was built of pure wood, chic and elegant.The bedding around her is all brocade, which is extremely luxurious.As expected of Liangshan, rich!A small broken hotel is so imposing!Mengyun began to flirt with Fugan on the mountain, ha... Just as she was about to speak, the person behind her suddenly leaned on the pillow.Meng Yun was startled, when she looked carefully, Hua Rong was leaning on the red incense pillow, her clothes were not removed, she was already fast asleep.Looking at the bruises around his eyes, Mengyun felt distressed and funny, and couldn't bear to wake him up, so she got off the bed lightly, and simply tidied herself up.

Putting on a light blue silver rabbit fur jacket trimmed with Hunan embroidered Roland flowers, Meng Yun sat down by the dressing table, opened the bronze mirror, and opened the dowry.The face in the Linghua mirror is still the same, the willow eyebrows are like black, the lips are a little bit cherry, and a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water are looking forward to lingering, overwhelming the country and the city.Meng Yun picked out a blue hair band, loose blue silk, fresh and elegant.Is this her? Since when did she start to fall in love with such an antique and warm attire, since when did she start to have a faint smell of sadness and dust?

The original her, forgotten after 1000 years, suddenly seemed like a dream.

The uncontrollable sadness in his heart made the air a bit heavy. When he turned his head, he was already asleep, and his face in the dream was still beautiful, as if he had passed away.Afraid that he would wake up again, Mengyun put on his cloak and went out.

It was almost evening, with a light blue in the blue.The water waves in Qingling are white, and the clear ripples are slightly rippling, reflecting the slightly darker clouds in the sky.From a distance, I can see a vast stretch of mountains standing upright, rolling up and down until the peaks gradually slow down, and the plains are vast and boundless, and they submerge into the water.The small islands outside the big island are like stars holding the moon, surrounding Liangshan Dazhai.

The name of the village is Shuihu, the name of the moor is Liangshan, and there are thousands of branches in Zhouhuigang, with a circumference of 1000 li in all directions.It wasn't until this moment that she realized that the wonders depicted in the book were really not exaggerated.Fortunately, only by touching this history in person can we truly appreciate the shock.It's a pity that after [-] years, they are no longer in the world.

Although this memory is a bit old and vague, every outline, every trace seems to record the lovesickness that spanned thousands of years.Meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain are scattered, where is peace.

When the wind is light and the clouds are blowing, An Neng will not be swayed.

While sighing, Mengyun was about to take a look at the small pavilion next to him, but when he turned around, he bumped into a man in black.

pain!Mengyun's mood was completely wiped out by this blow, and he blurted out "Who is that".The Song Dynasty was no different than modern times, there were differences between men and women, and besides Brother Hua Rong, no one wanted her to be touched, annoying.

"I offended you for a while, girl forgive me." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, a little hoarse, full of apology.When Mengyun looked up, he saw a man in a black and green brocade shirt.He looked only 34 or [-], with loose black hair and a strand of long hair hanging down from the peak of his eyebrows, which added a bit of haggard and blurred beauty.His long eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes smiled coldly, deep and restrained, making it hard to see what was going on in his heart.Mengyun's dissatisfaction suddenly dissipated. It seems that Liangshan is really full of stars. Her elder brother Huarong has released such an iceberg of beauty. This temperament is one of praise.

Unexpectedly, after the man glanced at her, he was stunned for a moment, his icy cold eyes filled with pain, and he murmured a completely unfamiliar name: "Mo Li?"

Mo Li?Meng Yun was startled, but quickly realized that he had admitted the wrong person, and quickly smiled: "General, I have never met him before, so I dare to admit the wrong person."

This man, she saw, was a man with a story.As for that Mo Li, it should be a very important person to him.Otherwise, how could a man as indifferent as a glacier show so much obsession?

The man smiled immediately, and the sadness in his eyes was wiped away like watermarks, a gentle but not as good as his eyes smiled, and said: "So, I offend you. I am Lin Chong, the head of the leopard on the mountain, and the girl is new here. Family members. Don’t hang around if you have nothing to do, if you encounter something, it’s not beautiful, girl, go back.”

Brother Lin! Mengyun was shocked again.The soul of Liangshan, the legendary elder brother Lin Chong with leopard head and eyes, turned out to be such a melancholy and handsome guy!What kind of good luck is this for her! However, thinking about it, Mengyun obediently bowed and walked back.After all, she doesn't understand this place, so it's better not to cause trouble.

The woman's slender figure under the white cloak turned into a white lotus streamer in the wind.

The man in black stood in a daze, half of his long hair covered half of his eyebrows, and his black jade-like pupils became deeper and more hopeless.Isn't she really Mo Li? But the charm in her clear eyes is so similar to her.

The wind and sand rose in front of his eyes, and the figure of the man was already blurred, falling like phantom feather foam.The mist rising from the man's eyes eventually blurred the world bit by bit.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, old age is a period of time, who will allow me half my life to end.

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