[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

"Princess, I brought some fruit, you can try it!" On this day, there was a lot of noise outside the house, but an excited voice came from outside the door.

Murong Li rubbed his tired eyebrows, put down his ink brush, and raised his head from the desk.

The rain in the leak is dripping, just like his passing life.

He has been ill for half a month, and when he was able to get out of bed, he insisted on going to Yaoguang's central county, but his spirit still didn't look very good, and he couldn't sit for a long time.

The Central Commandery was built in a broken valley in Yaoguang.

The high mountains blocked the cold wind from the north, and the melted snow water merged into a trickle and melted into the bushes.

The young man who spoke walked in quickly, with flushed cheeks, wearing a big fur coat, and carrying a basket of fruit in his arms——The young man who came was Chu Huainan, a new scholar of Yaoguang, and Murongli admired his character and personality very much. Unruly rhetoric, so he was allowed to walk in this palace.

Chu Huainan picked out a good-looking fruit from the basket, wiped it carefully with a square grid, and handed it to him: "Princess, this fruit is very sweet. General Xiao said that this fruit is called Jia The fruit is the fruit of Yu Qionghua, and it is rumored that eating this fruit can make people forget all their worries and troubles!"

Forget about worry?

He naturally didn't believe that Jiaguo could make people forget their worries, but the enthusiasm of the young man was hard to shake, so he took Jiaguo with a smile and took a bite.

The sweet juice was refreshing, and he even had a little appetite.

Not long after, a melodious Xiao sound came from outside the door, the tune played by that person was very familiar, Murongli always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

Who is blowing the flute outside the palace in the central county?

Murongli couldn't hold back his curiosity, and walked out. As he walked, he actually walked into a forest of feathers and viburnums.

The three thousand feathers are shining brightly, and the fallen flowers all over the ground condense into flowers in the swaying wind.

The gurgling water of the Bibo River flows, and the years condense in the silent turning and lingering of the fingertips.

Qingxi silently reflected the elegant and innocent Banished Immortal, the expression on his face changed again and again, various thoughts kept flashing from his mind, suddenly as if he had realized something, he moved towards Run ahead.

Suddenly the flat road turned into a mountain road, and the road climbed up steeply, Murongli felt that the more he walked, the colder he went, and the stream flowed into a glacier, so he subconsciously tightened his sleeves.

Then the mountain road turned into a downhill road, and the temperature suddenly warmed up.

Between the breeze and the falling flowers, there is a forest of Yuqiong flowers blooming like clouds.

The three thousand feathers were blooming brightly, and the elegant young man lowered his eyes like silhouettes of petals. At this moment, he saw a figure dressed in crimson among the flowers falling in the breeze.

Zhiming...

In the midst of the breeze and falling flowers, he reined in his horse and let the horse with a sweaty mane drink by the clear stream. He himself dismounted from the horse, and then carried another young man in the horse's wat pouch.

The young man was wearing a fence, his cheeks were still flushed: "Zhi Ming... don't do this in the future."

There were lines of laughter on the corners of his mouth, his Zhiming eyes were like petals among thousands of falling flowers: "I will do it again next time."

The young man pointed to the most beautiful plum blossom on the tree. Zhiming was tall and slender, and he just tiptoed slightly to pick off that plum blossom.Zhi Ming turned around and handed it to him.

"It's so beautiful!" The boy took the flower and smiled, "What's the name of this flower?"

Zhiming smiled and said, "Yu Qiong."

Han Dongli's smile was bright and bright, and Zhi Ming felt slightly dizzy and his heart was beating violently, but he didn't dare to look at him directly, so he could only lower his eyes and look at the land soaked in snow.

Although he doesn't remember, as long as he is by his side now, he still has a chance to make up for it.

He clumsily removed the snow-white barrier from the young man's face, and said four words brightly in his eyes: "Sinking fish and falling geese."

Murongli's footsteps stopped, and the water in his heart condensed into ice like the runoff of the valley, turning into various tender and bitter tastes.

That boy was actually exactly the same in appearance as him.

"Ali."

"Huh?" The boy's figure is beautiful and fragile, making people want to carry it in their arms and treasure it carefully.

At this time, the horse suddenly ran over, Zhi Ming smiled and reached out to touch the mane on the horse's head, then turned on the horse, and then stretched out his hand towards Han Dongli: "Ah Li, come up!"

The young man's slightly curved neck is slender and white, and his graceful figure is looming in the depths of the clouds and mist. He smiled and took the bright hand: "Yeah."

Murongli stared in astonishment at the picture that looked like a beautiful scene on a beautiful day, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart: Is he the person in the painting, or the outsider?

Why Zhiming treats him so well, why does that boy look so similar to himself... He has this question in his heart, and he vows to ask it clearly.

The horse galloped forward suddenly, and disappeared in the depths of the Yuqiong flower forest.

Murong Li was stunned for a moment, at this moment, he felt his throat was a little dry, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy weight, as if it was about to penetrate into his heart, a bone-biting coolness passed through his heart, a dull pain into injury.

He has fully realized that this time, he is the person outside the picture.

Everything in the past turned into petals of feathers, falling down with the wind.

The horseshoes left a series of shallow hoofprints on the snow-soaked ground. Although it was still winter, Zhi Ming didn't feel the cold that could make his hands freeze: "A Li, you still Do you remember this place? This is Yaoguang's central county, where you were born."

Han Dongli shook his head, then turned to Zhiming and asked, "Where was I born? Why wasn't I born in Yaoguang King City?"

A smile floated on Zhi Ming's face: "You told me back then that you were always the least respected prince in Yaoguang, and you were recalled to the royal city until you were 17 years old, but you didn't want to..." Zhi Ming paused, and he Suddenly, she didn't want to tell him what happened next.

It doesn't matter if he has amnesia, at least he has forgotten all the pain, the smile on his face finally comes from the bottom of his heart, and he will only smile when he no longer needs to hold his face.

However, Zhi Ming always feels that there is a void in his heart that cannot be filled. He always feels that A Li after amnesia is always very strange, and Zhi Ming can't tell what kind of feeling it is, just like...

However, the piece he played just now in the Yuqiong Forest is enough to prove his identity. It is difficult to learn within a year and a half.

"A Li, play another song for me." Zhi Ming placed his wrist around Han Dongli's slender waist, his tone extremely gentle.

Han Dongli didn't answer, he pulled out the swallow stick from his waist, pressed it against his chin and started blowing.

At the end of the song, Zhi Ming suddenly laughed, it was the Li Ren tune that only Ah Li could play.

"A Li, how long have you been learning the tune you played just now?" Zhi Ming asked.

"No one taught me, I just blow it—" He smiled mischievously, "Is it nice?"

"It sounds good." Zhi Ming held his hand, "This is the best sound I've ever heard in my life."

Han Dongli only felt that snuggling in this man's arms was very warm. He didn't say anything just now, but he just felt like he would blow that song as soon as it touched his lips. As for when he learned it...

It seems that it will happen in the previous life.

The author has something to say:

I have always felt that my writing is very poor...the text is full of bugs, and the story structure is chaotic...I am very sorry readers, I have been waiting for a long time.

Jiao Wei has been reflecting on how to write this article well during this time. After all, this is his first debut work. The article will definitely be finished, and Jiao Wei will speed up the update speed.

I am currently saving a new article of Salty Egg. When I coded this chapter, my WPS suddenly overwrote all my [-]-word new article... The new article was so cold, and I was very depressed at one time, but now Basically, Jiaowei has come out~

Jiaowei will update this article carefully, and some bugs will be corrected in the future, almost writing this chapter is the countdown to the end~ Jiaowei will not let down the little angels who supported me, mua~

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