sunset fever

The people behind leaned forward, almost flying out of Yan Xiu's back, and saw the flames dancing on the table, wax tears spilled from the hollows of the golden and white candles, some bowls and porcelain basins fell off, and those delicacies Rolling out, the soup spilled on the blanket under his feet.

It seemed that the banquet hadn't really started yet, and it didn't even take long to be seated, perhaps, less than half an hour.

Chen Bizhen was standing not far away, his eyes were sharp, and he also had a somewhat pleasant smile. When the banquet participants behind Yan Xiu flew out, Chen Bizhen dodged to dodge. Standing up, Chen Taoshao who was standing on the low platform frowned slightly, and then he was protected by several hidden guards who jumped in from the window.

The person who flew out was dressed in not-so-cumbersome clothes, and his movements were swift and nimble. His long knife was already hidden in his arm.

Chen Mixiong didn't have time to hide and fight back, he who was speaking loudly just now, had already fallen into a pool of hot blood.

The knife looked sharp, and the moment it appeared, a white light flashed across Yan Xiu's line of sight, the sharp blade went straight into the vital point, blood sprayed everywhere, and another really turbulent stream sprayed on the ground and table in front of Yan Xiu's eyes superior.

Yan Xiu didn't care about being afraid, and he didn't know the origin or purpose of the man with the knife, and Chen Bizhen was not far from Chen Mizhen.

The man with the knife, like an agile and unknown nocturnal bird, went out from the empty space above the outer railing, and the black clothes disappeared into the night, the situation is unknown.

"Chase!" Chen Taoshao ordered.

Yan Xiu's heart seemed to be beating like a drum. He was so panicked that his head swelled and his throat ached. When he got to Chen Butian's side, he ignored the blood splashed on his chest and chin, and said in a low voice: "Chen Liuyuan."

"Don't look." There was also blood on Chen Bizhen's shoes and the hem of his robe, but he was in a hurry and blocked Yan Xiu's eyes so that he would not see the miserable appearance of the dead.

He was almost so flustered that he forgot that Yan Xiu was a medical practitioner, he hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and said, "We can go back now."

Yan Xiu raised his sleeve, wiped the wet blood on his chin, and said in a deep voice, "Let me take a look first, I won't be afraid."

Chen Taoshao seemed to have given an order, so many people began to leave. In the confusion, Yan Xiu turned to look at Chen Taoshao. At this moment, he realized that Chen Taoshao's composure was hidden in a little helplessness.

Yan Xiu seemed to understand everything.

Chen Mizhen knew the news of Chen Bizhen's participation in the banquet, perhaps it was deliberately spread by Chen Taoshao and Chen Bizhen.

Afterwards, the corpse was swept away, and there were still some people who Chen Taoshao refused to let leave. Yan Xiu took a glance and knew that most of them were generals in the army, and even the familiar Ren Taohe was also there. .

Chen Bizhen led Yan Xiu to the downstairs room, where the palace servants quickly prepared water and handkerchiefs, Chen Bichen cleaned his hands and face, and twisted the half-wet handkerchief, came over and looked at Yan Xiu.

Chen Bizhen said, "I didn't wipe it clean, I'll wipe it for you."

Under the extremely tense situation, Chen Bizhen forced himself to calm down, but in fact, his wrists were shaking. Yan Xiu had washed his face, and there were wet stains on his cheeks, soaking a strand of hair.

After being silent for a while, Yan Xiu spit out two words: "Dead."

There was a bottomless emotion in his eyes, he looked at Chen Bizhen, and let him wipe his face with a handkerchief, Yan Xiu also trembled, and he held Chen Bizhen's raised lower arm with both hands.

A tear fell out of Yan Xiu's right eye socket.

But Chen Bizhen laughed very warmly, and sighed: "You also said that you are not afraid, you were so scared that you cried..."

"I shouldn't." Yan Xiu choked up and said.

"What shouldn't?"

"I shouldn't think that you persecuted Wen Moqing, and shouldn't leave even a trace of trust."

"It's all over," Chen Bichen took a closer look at Yan Xiu's neck and chin, seeing that they were clean, then hung the handkerchief on the side of the silver basin, and said, "I never blame you, not at all."

Yan Xiu suddenly grabbed Chen Bizhen's neck and hugged him tightly.

Crying seemed to be sound, but also seemed silent, Yan Xiu felt that he had met a god, so he was entangled, unwilling, regretful, and regretful.

And there is worship.

"Everyone, I know you have worked hard, so I will make a long story short."

Chen Taoshao sat in the same place and talked, while the cold food and drinks had been removed from the table long ago, and dessert plates, fresh fruit plates, and freshly brewed tea were served for everyone.

There was no longer a banquet, the musicians and dancers did not come again, some of the officials dispersed, and seeing Chen Taoshao's serious expression, the generals who were left behind all straightened their heads and were extremely cautious.

Yan Xiu and Chen Bizhen came up again, and each found an empty seat to sit down. At this time, a guard came and reported after entering the door: "Your Majesty, the person who murdered King Guirong just jumped from here and fell to his death." After checking, he is a close friend of King Xiangji, who had previously clashed with King Guirong's subordinates because of the distribution of weapons."

This is how it happened, it happened in front of many people, and the result is clearly stated here, and it will inevitably spread everywhere.

Leaving aside the previous matter for the time being, Chen Taoshao said in a serious voice: "Today, you are specially kept here to talk about an old incident that happened in Qianling. Someone must have recognized Mr. Yan and is also killing people for him. I have doubts about this matter, earlier, I had sent someone to take the military doctor from the Qianling camp, and only then did I know that he is not Mr. Yan himself."

The night wind in May is considered warm, floating at neither high nor low.

Even if they had doubts, none of the people here dared to ask questions. They all sat in fear, and very few of them were willing to wholeheartedly avenge the wronged person.

In fact, this incident was only circulated among busy groups and provided for discussion.

At this moment, some of the related generals were already sweating on their backs. They were most afraid that they had offended Yan Xiu, so they would be blamed a lot.

"The man is still locked in the prison on the outskirts of Yangjing. He confessed that his name is Qi Ziren. In order to find the fun of controlling others, he used witchcraft to make tricks, pretended to be others, and did bad things. If you still have doubts, you can personally Go check it out in jail."

These words seemed to come out of Chen Taoshao's mouth lightly, but they were enough to clarify and intimidate him. He stood up, and then, Chen Bizhen looked at Yan Xiu, but Yan Xiu was still recovering.

The generals who were about to retire also stood up.

The moon is like a hook, the sky is getting darker, and the wind is getting cooler. When leaving, Chen Taoshao specially bid farewell to the two of them. Yan Xiu said: "I didn't expect to have the opportunity to explain that matter clearly. Thank you very much."

The luxuriant leaves on his head swayed in the wind, Chen Taoshao dismissed the palace servants who were close to him, and said, "We should thank you for your grudges, if he hadn't made a plan earlier, this place would have belonged to Chen Mixie a long time ago." The world is over, I have received too much glory that should belong to him, it is really unbearable."

Chen Bichen's expression was still the same as usual, he laughed, his body stuck to Yan Xiu's back, as if he was tired, his chin touched Yan Xiu's shoulder, and he said slowly: "It's nothing difficult, some things cannot be done by one person."

It seemed that everything in the world became pure tonight.

Chen Mixiong is dead, naturally, there may be difficult situations later, but in the broad realm, everything is basically prepared and can be stable.

Chen Bizhen teased Chen Taoshao, saying: "I heard that you, a traitor, pretend to be very similar."

Chen Taoshao sneered, knocked his sore neck with a fan, and said, "Of course you know that I can pretend, otherwise, you wouldn't have negotiated with me and planned everything."

Fushan is approaching the hottest season. It is humid and dry, and the sun shines down directly, piercing into Xiao Tanqing's eyes.

"You shouldn't remember your mother, and you shouldn't remember your father. You will be a child of the Yin family from now on. How wonderful it is to live a happy and smooth life." Yan Kongqing, who was not yet one year old, was hugged by Xiao Tanqing. He said to himself, "Fushan is the best place. Maple Valley is Fushan, and Chunqi Mountain is also Fushan. If there is a chance, you can go to other places. What do you think? Kongqing."

Yan Kongqing was still a baby, so naturally she couldn't understand Xiao Tanqing's words at all. Her small face was covered by a silk handkerchief, and she was hiding in Xiao Tanqing's arms, almost falling asleep.After a while, Xiao Tanqing lowered her face, looked at Kong Qing, and said: "I can't send you to the son, he has to have his own life, I don't want you to know the past anymore , growing up here is the best."

Xiao Tanqing turned around and entered through the door of the flower hall. She was dressed plainly and her hair was tied into a simple bun. Yin Yu was practicing sword in the shade of the inner courtyard, while Xiao Tanqing stayed aside, watching intently. .

The flower hall is a place of harmony, so it can be Yan Kongqing's eternal paradise. Xiao Tanqing quietly left before dinner was served.

She had a purpose for a long time ago. First, she lived in an abandoned farmhouse at the foot of the mountain for one night. On the second day, before dawn, Xiao Tanqing went to Chunqi Mountain. Now, she was really disheartened. , There is nothing to worry about.

She knows best, Yu Yanyou, she will never be purely disappointed and hated, she misses him since the day they parted.

After all, the regret turned out to be not being able to see Yan You again.

The morning mist on Fuzui Cliff has not dissipated yet, birds chirping, insects chirping, various branches and leaves swaying and colliding, Xiao Tanqing sat on the edge of the cliff with bent legs, seeing the sunlight dyeing the mist in the distance a translucent yellow-red .

The bun was undone, and the strands of hair floated like broken, flimsy flags.

"Yan Gengsheng—" It was a loud voice, but part of it was swallowed by the open space, so it didn't sound harsh. Xiao Tanqing lowered his voice and said, "I used to embroider a lot of clothes for you, and then I made Meals, serving your daily life, and later, marrying you, and having Kongqing... only when I am by your side, I am not lowly, I can be willful, and I don’t have to laugh when I am unhappy.”

Taking a deep breath, tears kept falling, Xiao Tanqing stood up, her eyes were red, and she closed them.

Said: "I can't say what it feels like, but I know I still like you, maybe passionately, our life has just begun, do you know?"

"Have you ever understood me? Or, have you ever liked me?"

Xiao Tanqing moved forward again, the stone rolled down first, and there was no echo left. She could feel the wind getting stronger and stronger, but the wind was hot.

It's still too early for the mountain fog to clear away, or Xiao Tanqing's question will never be answered.

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