[Hua Yang] Water and Moon

It's good to find trouble for yourself, find it several times.

Mr. Xu didn't keep him either, and urged him to go to the villa to write a letter to Ye Motuo, and kicked him back just like that.

Li Yuan is old and calm, so naturally he doesn't get angry with him, and he doesn't arrogantly refuse to run errands. A centuries-old tree with yellowing leaves.

Li Yuan is familiar with the villa, he unloaded his saddle and chatted with the doorman, dressed in silver armor and tied his hair back, squeezed the letter and walked through the heavy doors of the villa, Ye Mo could be heard across the yard Practicing the sword, turned around to see what happened.

Autumn leaves flutter in the unenclosed yard, and not far away is the vast expanse of blue waves that even reach the horizon. Ye Mo has gone to his outer clothes and practiced so sweaty. Tou Lin, back-to-back sword move, like a yellow dragon waving its claws in the air, with a spout of emerald green like a rainbow, backhanded to catch the epee, paused for a while.

Li Yuan smiled and shook his head, the white feathers in his hair were drawing back and forth in the air.

This half-beat is Ye Lan's strength in killing decisively and superior to others. The same sword move is not as elegant on Ye Mo, but Ye Mo is young after all, and he dances so vigorously and recklessly with each move, and the horsetail follows the sword move. Turning around, the wind of the morning sun is everywhere.

After Ye Mo finished his set, Li Yuan stepped over the threshold and walked in three steps slowly, when an epee flashing apricot leaf yellow hit him head-on.

Li Yuan flicked his spear and hurriedly responded, but saw a man in gold clothes, high crown, hair tied with a gold belt, and carrying an epee stepping into the air, his familiar figure and appearance were the same as before, and his calm eyes melted The autumn is cold, fierce and not malicious, a few strands of silver-white hair float in front of her eyes, bringing out the light of the clear spring in her eyes.

Although the way to hide the sword is heavy, it still has the agility of Jianghuai in the end. The epee on the other side turns green in spring when the ice and snow recede. It dances in a romantic way two or three times. The spear in Li Yuan's hand can only barely respond. Square and round, square and stable, all his spiritual consciousness was taken away by the person in front of him, and the phrase "Master Lan" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

Ye Lan played with ease, and she went through dozens of strokes with him at her fingertips, Xinxin withdrew her sword posture, put down her epee, leaned against the railing, and looked far away.

"Brother Yue, come here..." Ye Mo took a rough look, and only when he called out did he admit his mistake, and hurriedly clasped his fists to change his words, "Uh, hello, General Li."

Li Yuan nodded and handed the letter to him, his eyes were still on Ye Lan's tall and straight figure which was on par with the lake.

Unexpectedly, Ye Mo took Hua Wujian's letter and opened it to read it. Immediately, he asked a question, and then threw the contents and the note inside to Ye Lan: "Brother, this is for you."

The extremely familiar piece of wood threw an arc across Li Yuan's eyes, making his back stiff immediately. Ye Lan took it casually, took out the letter paper and handed it back to Ye Mo without even looking at it: "When copying the account book, throw it away by the way." gone."

"Ah? Why?" Ye Mo asked without thinking, turned his back and found that it was blank, "Oh? Brother, how do you know this is white?"

Ye Lan turned the emerald jade finger in his hand, and glanced at him: "Last year's account was wrong, because of this, the villa suffered a lot from Chang'an Commercial Bank, so you must be careful in the future."

Ye Mo has grown up so much, now he will not resist after listening to the lesson, he bowed his head and said: "Got it."

"Ye Mo!" Li Yuan shouted loudly from behind, "Ye Mo, have you been cheating on me all these years?!"

Seeing Li Yuan striding over, his face covered with clouds, Ye Mo saw that something was wrong, and immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet: "Brother, you two talk!"

"Li Yuan, stop." Ye Lan stopped Li Yuan from behind, with a sarcasm in her tone, "Ye Mo is not your turn yet."

Li Yuan turned back angrily, walked up to him with big strides, his eyes were bloodshot: "Ye Lan, who do you think I am?" He grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, dragging him in his hand The wooden object he was playing with was also stretched out before his eyes, "Master Lan is really good at it."

The corner of Ye Lan's mouth twitched, her eyes showing disdain, she met his scorching gaze openly and without fear, and looked at him: "You always know my methods. As long as you have a hard time, it's better."

Although it was newly painted, the small wooden horse still showed a rough, cheap and inconspicuous sense of sight. Li Yuan took a few more glances, and all the shock and anger that swept away in his heart disappeared—there was nothing like this thing. It can better show Ye Lan's acknowledgment of him, although Ye Lan will never announce it.

In Chang'an, the wooden horse was placed on the stone table and a piece of letter paper with family crest was pressed, Ye Lan left behind something that didn't look like a villa, and Hua Wujian knew what was going on without thinking about it.And because Ye Lan and Qin Yue had offended Mao, the rare and stingy Wanhua, he deliberately punished Li Yuan, letting him go back and forth between Chang'an and Jianghuai in the scorching heat, and even seeing Ye Lan slowed down for more than a month.

In the past, Li Yuan only thought that he would never see Ye Lan again, but now seeing him calm and indifferent, he was happy and happy, obviously he was the most innocent, and he didn't blame anyone at this moment.

"Ye Lan." He looked at him for a long time without blinking, and only called his name.

"This is the site of the villa." Ye Lan reminded him, stuffed the things in his hands into his palms, turned the hilt of the sword to touch the silver armor on his chest, and pushed him away, "I advise you to give up."

Li Yuan stared at his jade-like face that had not been eroded by time, touched his chin with rough beard and rough beard, feeling a little sad: "Master, you have nothing to say to me?"

"No." Ye Lan finally rolled his eyes impatiently, put away the sword and was about to return to her residence.

"Really?" Li Yuan followed and asked very patiently, "You and I haven't seen each other for many years..."

"Seven years wasted by you is not enough?" Ye Lan flicked her sleeves and dumped Li Yuan all the way.

When the two of them walked through the corridor, they suddenly smelled the fragrance. Ye Lan stopped and looked up at the purple flower tree that came over the wall. After watching, she sighed slightly and muttered in a barely audible voice: "You With me, it's been so long."

The temple has always been high and far away, not to mention how many buildings have been tilted, the youthful time is clearly in the depths of memory, the time that cannot be returned, the Kunlun snow that cannot be melted away, and the path Ye Lan can choose to take.In the end, the bitterness and pain never won over his tenacity, and he stepped over the hurdles that ordinary people couldn't let go and couldn't cross.

Ye Lan stood in the future that she casually mentioned and shouldn't have. Looking back, she couldn't see where she came from, only the time of struggling together, and Li Yuan.

No matter how hurried his steps were, he still waited for Li Yuan.

Li Yuan caught up, grabbed his skirt, and kissed him hard on the forehead involuntarily: "I'll make it up now."

Ye Lan frowned, raised her hand and slashed down with her palm. After being dodged by him, she had to grit her teeth and stare at him: "Li Yuan, why didn't you die?!"

"The young master said that I will wait for you to fetch it, how dare I die?" Li Yuan grinned, his smile was bright and reassuring. But your handwriting?"

"It's nothing." Ye Lan denied it without changing his face.

"Those few times, if the military doctor hadn't come too timely, I'm afraid I would have died." Li Yuan pointed to the very shallow scar on his neck, and continued.

"I've never heard of it." Ye Lan frowned.

"That……"

"I don't know!" Ye Lan turned and left without waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Leave me for dinner?"

"..."

"Master, wait for me...Ye Lan!"

"……roll."

A low shout startled the yellow warbler, the golden leaves fell slowly, swaying in the water, reflecting the distant figure.

Hidden sword villa, another year of autumn.

[Huayang] Fanwai 2-Songs and Songs

Luoyang, the capital of God, was restored in the spring of the second year of Shangyuan, and the chaos in Baoying gradually subsided. Even though the feudal town was about to move and Longyou was in danger, Chang'an has been peaceful for two years since then.

It was just after the beginning of autumn, and the summer heat was in full swing. After Li Yuan, who had been in Kunlun, visited Chang'an, Hua Wujian also left with Qin Yuezhi, and followed him to Jianghuai.The two of them walked slowly all the way due to the scorching heat, but they were relaxed and comfortable. After crossing the river, the heat gradually subsided, and they only arrived at Jiangnan Dongdao when they saw the fire in July.

The sun was scorching, the cicadas were singing loudly, Hua Wujian was in a hurry, so he took Qin Yuezhi to rest in a noodle restaurant under the shade of a tree. At this time, he was wearing light clothes, his hair was slightly tied, and he was using his chopsticks in the noodle bowl. Compared with the nearby tables that are fanning the wind to wipe sweat, it seems more comfortable and comfortable.

Qin Yuezhi was in a bit of a dilemma, he was already next to Jiangning County, the weather was not as unbearable as in Chang'an, but it was very stuffy, and he was sweating when he moved a little, he was resistant to cold but not hot, wandering around Jianghuai and other places looking for people, he did not eat less The bitterness of the hot summer, now it looks clean and white, but in fact the underwear is wet and sticky, very uncomfortable.

"Not to your liking?" Hua Wujian saw him staring at the noodle bowl for a long time without moving his chopsticks. Then he glanced at his hot neck and knew it. He stretched out his hand, "Is it too hot?"

Qin Yuezhi pressed the cold fingers that were holding him to loosen his collar, and pushed it away calmly: "Don't make fun of me."

"I stayed in Qingyan for too long when I was young, and later I was out of energy and blood, no matter how many clothes I wear, why do you make things difficult for yourself? The country folk here, you can do whatever you want." Hua Wujian chuckled when he saw his reddened ears. With a sound, he did not continue, but glanced behind him.

Qin Yuezhi looked over and saw people working in the fields steaming with their trouser legs and sleeves rolled up and their skirts open, and seeing Hua Wujian's cool and sweatless appearance, taking care of himself, he could only shake his head and sigh: "Everyone is different. You can't learn it."

After saying that, he lowered his head, only to find that his noodles had been changed. It turned out that the green onions floating on the clear soup had all disappeared.

"The heat is hot, eating these will hurt your vitality." Before he could open his mouth, Hua Wujian found an excuse for him, took out a small jar from his sleeve, opened it, and poured two or three drops into his noodle bowl