sunset fever

Yan Gengsheng's Sword Falls to Chunqi Ridge

Xiao Tanqing stays in Fushan City

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It was still raining at night, Kong Qing was asleep in the cradle, Xiao Tanqing had already changed into pajamas, she sat in front of the dressing table, took off her hairpin earrings, looked at her face, and also at the lamp behind her. Yan You who flipped through the book.

She smiled and said, "Tell me, how close are Young Master and Young Master Chen? Since childhood, he has never been this close to you."

"What do you know?" Yan You asked while holding the pages of the book.

"It's because I don't quite understand. The young master suffered from the wind and cold. I went to see him the next day. The two were joking on the bed and covered with a quilt." Xiao Tanqing smiled lightly, covered her mouth, got up, and came to the round table Sitting down, sipping half a glass of warm water.

She raised her hand and straightened Yan You's messy collar. Kong Qing was in the cradle, clenching a white and tender fist.

Xiao Tanqing said again: "At any rate, we grew up together. I always feel that the son is different after he came back from Yangjing. After all these years, he has never had a friend who wants to share the same bed? What kind of temperament is he? You know it."

Yan You pursed his lips and thought for a while, and even closed the book. He turned his face, his eyes were bright, and he didn't seem to be happy, and asked, "What else have you seen?"

Xiao Tanqing felt a little hairy on his back, and answered in a low voice, "No."

"You know, I can tell from your face, what are you hiding?" Yan You's tone was sincere, but he couldn't hide the little violence that was originally growing in his body, so he grabbed Xiao Tanqing wrist, and said, "You're going to tell me."

Xiao Tanqing's heart was heaving, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, the corners of her mouth were drawn down, her eyes wandered back and forth several times, she suddenly coughed, she shook her head and said, "I really don't know."

The candle was half burned, and there was a light light flickering in the lamp. Looking at Yan You's face, Xiao Tanqing was suddenly afraid of him; she also didn't know the reason, she didn't know why Yan You was so angry.

"Hold down, the child will cry again when he wakes up." Xiao Tanqing reminded, pressing his throat.

The man's finger is holding the sword, which is really reckless.Yan You let go of Xiao Tanqing's slender wrist, and he asked slowly, "Do you know what Mr. Chen's name is?"

"My son sometimes calls him... Liuyuan, it's Liuyuan."

"There is another name, Chen Bizhen," Yan You said with a trembling voice, "or you can call him Emperor Changfeng, the former His Majesty."

His eyes were red.

Xiao Tanqing didn't want to believe it, and wanted to refute it vigorously, but up to this moment, she didn't have a word to convince herself, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she hurriedly shook her head.

Yan You continued to tell her: "Why are we here? We don't live in Yangjing, have no parents, no relatives? Because Mr. Chen's father killed them."

Xiao Tanqing was worried that Kong Qing would wake up, so she had to bury her crying, her whole body trembled.

Yan You sneered, and said: "Of course, you and I almost died too, don't think I don't see anything, and don't lie to yourself that you don't see anything."

Xiao Tanqing choked up, her teeth were stiff, and she said in unclear words: "I saw two people standing in front of the room, the young master is holding Mr. Chen and hugging him together."

Yan You stood up and said, "I knew it, I knew it after thinking about it, my brother complained after drinking, so it's not a normal relationship."

Xiao Tanqing also stood up with him, Yan You went to the bed, lifted the quilt, and said, "Let's go to bed early, I will get up early tomorrow, and go to Chunqi Mountain to meet them."

"Don't do anything, this family can't stand it anymore..." Xiao Tanqing squeezed his hand, knelt down, and begged.

"Don't kneel to me," Yan You helped her up, and forced her into her arms, saying, "I have my own measure."

Kong Qing let out a soft hum from his throat, and the rain outside the window made a slightly noisy sound.

Time to sleep.

Yan You didn't leave early in the morning, Nanputang still had some business to deal with, when he arrived at Chutongxuan, the sun was already in the west, so he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and he didn't specifically go to Ye Sheng's ovary to say hello.

I met Yan Xiu in front of the forest in the backyard, the two of them were not far away, and had nothing to say, after a while, Yan You said: "I'm here to get Tan Qing's old hairpin."

Yan Xiu didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just said: "I'm married to someone, but I can't bear a few hairpin money."

Just met, Yan Xiu left in a hurry, he went back to his room, closed the door to change clothes, Chen Bizhen was still waiting for him in the pavilion near Chutongxuan, the two of them stayed in Chutongxuan for a few days, Planning to go back tomorrow morning.

The room gradually darkened, the burning candles danced, making people's faces turn yellow, Yan Xiu changed his clothes, then poured out the tea in the pot, it was red tea soup, it was freezing cold to the bone.

After soaking for a long time, it is very bitter.

Fushan's winter has just arrived recently, and there are some signs of coldness. The sip of tea made Yan Xiu fall asleep on the bed, with a heavy head and dizziness, and more sleepiness.When it was completely dark, Yan You locked the door from the outside.

He was wearing a red and black robe, tied around the waist and sleeves, and the night fell, almost burying him.

Then, they were going to wait for Chen Bizhen at the gate, but Yan You bumped into him before he got near the gate, and Yan You asked, "Why did you come back?"

Chen Bichen was not afraid of him, and knew that he was Yan Xiu's family member, so he answered honestly: "Mr. Yan said he would come, but I didn't wait for him in the pavilion."

"He's not coming."

"how?"

Yan You was enthused, and immediately went up to pull Chen Bizhen's sleeve, and said: "Brother, I have something urgent, so I'll go back to the city first. It's the end of Mao tomorrow morning. Go to Chunqi Ridge, where you can see nine ancient trees. wait for him in the tree, where the sound of the stream can be heard."

The two of them had already passed through a porch, crossed the bridge and crossed the courtyard, Yan You took Chen Bizhen to have dinner and let him stay in his room.

Chen Bizhen didn't have many questions, so he let him sleep, and he went to sleep after washing up.

Yan You sat on the threshold of the old house and didn't sleep until late at night. The room was Xiao Tanqing's at that time. It was a small room, but it could bask in the sun. If it was daytime, this place would be the hottest.

It was an extremely long night, Yan Xiu was drugged and fell into a coma for a long time, Chen Bizhen lost his original clever mind, and he believed everything Yan You said.Before going to bed, Chen Bizhen even thought about what good food he should bring to Yan Xiu tomorrow morning.

The sharp sword was out of its sheath, glowing bright yellow under the dim light of the lantern, and Yan You's face was faintly reflected on the smooth silver blade.

When Chou was ugly, Yan You entered the room, washed up, and drank tea.

The clouds in the sky are always changing with the wind, but no matter what, the rain will not continue to fall.

At Yinshi, Yan You was lying on his back on the bed, listening to small and hard-to-catch voices from all around, he was worried about what Chen Bizhen noticed.

Yan You finally woke up, when it was darkest, there were some unnamed birds chirping outside, Blowing Tongxuan was a cool and elegant place, but it carried a heavy old event, as well as the love and hatred related to the old event.

Yan You put on the new clothes, it was a transparent blue white gauze with egg green silk inside, he didn't eat anything, he only moved his wrist twice, holding the sword tightly in his palm.

The early morning mist covers all parts of the ridge, hiding the evergreen trees all the year round, the stream slides down, the sound of the water is clear and clear, and in the distance are the green hills in the mist.

There are scattered gravels underfoot, rolling into the wet grass.

Fortunately, this place is not dangerous. Chen Bizhen played nearby again yesterday. He coughed a few times, trying to find a response, but no one answered.

The scenery of the nine ancient trees is not really only the trees left, but there is an old stone tablet on the side, engraved with a literati's praise for the scenery here, saying: "...the shallow water is full of sound, and the four seasons are green. Nine trees form an array, and you can see the verdant sky and the golden light under the leaves; when you enter the array in the fog, you will be more natural, a spectacle of ink and wash..."

After Chen Bizhen arrived at the ancient tree, he saw the person in flowing clothes with his back turned.

"You lied to me?" Chen Bizhen was puzzled.

Yan You held the sword and turned around. He was tall and tall, with black hair in a high bun. Looking at it this way, he was cold, sharp, and handsome, which is rare in the world. He slightly raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's a last resort."

"You're weird." Chen Bichen's throat was about to be tensely choked, he didn't know what was going to happen, but he could see the murderous look in Yan You's eyes.

The fog is as thick and white as clouds, flowing freely.

Yan You said: "If you really lost your mind, I will tell you that my parents, the servants at home, and my close relatives all died at the hands of your father."

"I was only three years old at that time." Yan You took a deep breath, holding his sword, and took a few steps closer to Chen Bizhen.

Chen Bichen shook his head, stepped back, and said, "I don't know what you said, I'm sick, I don't remember the past—"

"You don't remember, do you? Let me tell you directly, you are the enemy of the Yan family, and you will pay with your life."

Before the words fell, the sword came out, and the fallen leaves in the dry place fluttered with the wind, making a soft noise. When Chen Bichen was about to retreat again, a sword was pressed against his neck. The sword pierced through the dense fog in the morning, and stabbed straight at Chen Butian's heart...

The wind falls from the empty ridge, and the wind washes the hair of the two people.

In Chen Butian's eyes, there were only Yanyou's scarlet eyes. Then, the sharp blade tore through the cloth, then the flesh, and the red liquid poured out one after another.

Blood spilled, and the sound of the stream was no longer the sound of a stream.

Chen Bizhen fell down, his eyes were still open, he seemed to be pleading, he was still afraid, until there was only endless white in his mind.

There was only a mournful cry: "Yan You!"

When Yan Xiu arrived, it was rare for him to call Yan You by his name directly.

Yan You seemed to be complacent, her fierce eyes froze, she chuckled, and said, "It's too late."

There are birds dancing in the forest, struggling to touch the branches above their heads.

Yan You's fingers loosened, and the bloody sword fell into the grass under his feet.

The wound left by the sharp sword was miserable, and the blood stained the clean roads everywhere in Chuitongxuan.

Ye Shengzi was treating Chen Bizhen's wounds, and some disciples were busy going in and out. Yan You was waiting outside the door holding his sword. When he saw Yan Xiu coming out, he chased after him and asked, "He's a villain, do you like him?" What?"

Yan Xiu rolled up his sleeves, his body was covered in glaring red, he walked hurriedly, and after a while, he started to trot and said, "It's my own business."

"Ching Ming next year, what face do you have to worship your parents?"

"Chen Liuyuan never knew our parents."

"But the Yan family has been wiped out! You made friends with the son of the enemy, and even did some unspeakable shame, and now you still blame me?"

Yan Xiu, who was going to look for medicine, suddenly stopped in this secluded place, turned around, and before Yan You noticed, he slapped Yan You hard.

There were still tears on Yan Xiu's cheeks, he shook his teeth and said, "From now on, I will be Yan Ziluo, and I will no longer be your elder brother."

People have hatred, dedication, and unbreakable family affection...

There is also love.

Yan Xiu said: "No one here wants him to die, except you."

Said: "He and I would rather go back to Yangjing than see you again."

No one knew what Yan You was thinking at this moment, he covered half of his face that was stinging with pain, and looked at Yan Xiu in surprise, he was terrified and resentful, he didn't know what to do.

He was in a dilemma, a dilemma of whether to hate, a dilemma of how to hate.

[This round is not finished]