23 silk moving purple emperor

Staying alone among the flowers in Yingluoxuan for a while, watching the night gradually turn into snow petals, his expression gradually calmed down, and he returned to the usual plump Ziyang.

It was just the past three years ago, and it was a thrilling experience that will never be forgotten.

It was a step too late to wake up from the coma, and he desperately ordered people to carry him to the execution hall, but the building was already empty, and the chief manager personally led people to collect Wuyou's body.

A cold corpse.

The chief manager's face was pale, but he was calm: "Mei Ziyang, this is my explanation to you."

Mei Ziyang heard the peaceful voice, the hatred under the calm face.

For a moment, I felt astonished, why did the chief executive have such hatred?

But at that time, no matter how much he was stunned, he would not be able to understand it. All he had in front of him was his worry-free.

Cold and worry-free.

Don't laugh anymore, don't talk anymore, don't move worry-free.

He was locked in that small wooden box motionless, with his eyes closed, without making a sound.

At that time, Mei Ziyang forgot that he couldn't move, forgot that he was seriously injured, and even more forgot that the serious injury was caused by the dagger stabbed out of Wuyou's hand.

He rushed towards his worry-free, and he wanted to hug his worry-free.

As soon as he started to move, his eyes immediately went dark again, Wuyou disappeared, and Mei Ziyang continued to fall into boundless pain.

I don't know how he was carried back to the Golden Horse Pavilion later on. He was seriously injured and had to rest for two full months.

After Mei Ziyang recovered, everything was settled.

Everything was back to normal, only one person was missing, that one person.

General Jinmatang still has the same demeanor.

No one knew how he got through the nights of pain, the nights when he was alone.

What was the mood of the one left behind?

The lights were already on in his room, Wuyouyi was reading a book on the chair, looking a little sleepy, flipping through pages one after another, Mei Ziyang stood at the door, staring at him quietly.

It's him?not him?

Completely different but equally gentle appearance, completely different but equally pleasant voice, same shy temperament, same watery eyes, who is who?

Wuyou had already noticed that he was back, and saw that he had remained silent for a while, finally raised his head slowly, and said with a smile: "You're back."

Mei Ziyang quickly put away his expression, regained his usual calmness, and walked in: "Well, I haven't seen Mu Yun for a long time, so I can't help but say a few more words."

Wuyou acted as if he didn't see anything, and said with a smile: "You have some brothers in your own family, but it's strange that you get along with this one. It's just that Han Muyun is from Xiaotian, so it's just the right match."

Mei Ziyang didn't have any desire to speak, so he just smiled.

Wuyou put down her book and stood up, stretching lazily: "It's so late, I'm going back to my yard, I always feel tired recently, why don't I go to bed earlier."

Mei Ziyang nodded and sent him out.

The relationship between the two has always been kept secret, so Ruyi naturally arranged for them to live separately.

Walking to the door, Wuyou paused for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word in the end, and went straight.

Mei Ziyang himself was so upset that he didn't pay attention.

Living in Junruyi's Biefu for two days, Wuyou felt quite comfortable. With Zhao Hangtian around, everything was naturally top-notch. Rare fruits and daily necessities, the smaller the details, the more comfortable they are.

I have never been out with Zhao Hangtian before, and I don't know about it, no wonder the generals like to go out with Zhao Hangtian on missions, it is indeed much more comfortable.

Except Mei Ziyang.

Wuyou smiled slightly, I really don't understand why Mei Ziyang and Zhao Hangtian are so at odds, one is all-round and the other is heartless, they just complement each other, but why is this so.

Now Mei Ziyang seemed to be dragging Han Muyun to talk again, presumably Zhao Hangtian didn't like him even more.

While thinking about it, Wuyou strolled in Jun Ruyi's garden. There are many exotic plants in Jun Ruyi's garden. Some of them are blooming. The flowers are small but fragrant. Wuyou is squatting down to study a lavender plant, with white stems and purple leaves, and a small flower bud hidden, thinly hidden under a snow grass, Wuyou curiously guesses what the flower looks like when it blooms.

Just as he was about to get up, there was a snoring sound from behind him. Wuyou turned around and saw that the tiger named Mu Yun raised by Zhao Hangtian was lying on his back a foot away from him. When he looked carefully, he turned out to be eating it secretly. An unknown fruit.

The fruit was bright red, like grapes, bearing numerous seeds, which bent the branches, but it couldn't withstand the tiger's eating like this. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed a bunch, and after a while, one branch The fruit on the table was eaten up.

Smile without worry and walk over.

The tiger got up when he heard the human voice, turned his head, saw that he knew someone, seemed to think about it, and obviously put Wuyou in the non-dangerous category, then fell down again, and continued to open his mouth wide open. Mouth.

Wuyou thought it was funny, squatted down beside him, reached out to rub his big head, and said with a smile, "You are a tiger, why don't you eat meat and fruits? What about yours?"

The tiger was happy to eat, ignored the harassment, and continued to eat.

Wuyou sat and watched him eat.

I think it's really right to go out this time, the wind is clear, the sky is blue, the scenery is moving, and I am happy to see a tiger.

Seems like a rare happy day in a busy life.

This tiger is obedient and quiet, it can be considered a freak, no wonder Zhao Hangtian loves him.

The tiger finished eating the fruit on the dwarf tree, stood up slowly, glanced at Wuyou, and walked forward.

Wuyou also stood up and walked with him.

Gradually walking into the depths of the garden, some conversations came to my ears intermittently with the wind.

Wuyou didn't pay attention until he clearly heard the word "Wuyou".

Wuyou stopped reluctantly, the tiger turned his head to look at him suspiciously, his big wet eyes seemed to say, "Why don't you leave?"

Wuyou smiled wryly, and put his index finger on his mouth, signaling it to be silent.

Tiger Muyun really understood, and lay down lazily.

The distance is too far away, only a few words are heard by the wind, and Wuyou dare not get too close. Although Han Muyun's martial arts are ordinary, they are only slightly better than Zhao Hangtian's, but Mei Ziyang's martial arts are better than Wuyou's. However.

How embarrassing it would be if he found out by walking over.

What's more, even if he can't pass, how could he not know what he was talking to Han Muyun?

It's nothing more than that worry-free, the worry-free that he never forgets in his heart.

Mei Ziyang wholeheartedly hopes that he is that Wuyou, and that his Wuyou is not dead. To him, he is just such a name, which is really embarrassing.

It turned out that what I accepted back then was not only the name Wuyou, but also all those grievances and hatreds under this name, some weird relationships that I never thought of.

It was only after receiving the letter from Wuxin before leaving that she finally understood that she had invited herself to come here to Mei Ziyang, why Wuxin was so awkward, if she let Wuxin know about her relationship with Mei Ziyang, what would happen?

Thinking about it, I wanted to sigh a little, but I held back it.

Afraid that his movement would alarm Mei Ziyang, Wuyou could only sit down cautiously on the spot, and wait for the two of them to finish talking before leaving.

The tiger didn't protest at all, just sniffed here and there, enjoying itself, occasionally pawed it with its paws, and saw that Lian Wuyou had sat down at this moment, and probably would leave soon, so he simply fell down on his side and lay down. on the ground.

Seeing it showing its snow-white belly indifferently, Wuyou even started to be jealous of it. This tiger is fun to eat, and it doesn’t have such and such troubles like humans. It is so smooth and smooth, everyone likes it .

Perhaps its biggest worry is that it doesn't know what meat is for dinner at night.Chicken, rabbit, or beef?

Otherwise, why does the master always accompany that Muyun instead of taking it around?

But looking at the tiger like this, I'm afraid that this little trouble will not be taken to its heart at all.

It doesn't care at all why it's called Muyun, and naturally it doesn't care at all which Muyun the master cares about, it's just a substitute when that Muyun is not around.

Wuyou had no choice but to not care about it, but it was too boring to be jealous of a tiger at this time, so he dragged the tiger's big head into his arms angrily and funny.

Naturally, I couldn't help but ravage it hard to vent.

That tiger is used to being trampled by people, so it doesn't care, anyway, it's thick and hairy, so it's nothing special.

Wuyou thought, "This tiger is really comfortable to hold." While listening to Feng's intermittent words:

"Turtle Breath..."

"Perhaps...ask Liu Yun..."

"Qingyin Water Pavilion..."

"..."

Wuyou frowned, showing a forbearing expression, these two people were too whimsical.

Qingyin Water Pavilion is a not-so-famous place in the rivers and lakes, but it is a very strange place. Qingyin Water Pavilion can completely transform a person.

That's why some people have offended their powerful enemies. In order to avoid the pursuit, they tried every means to go to Qingyinshui Pavilion.

It is said that it is not an ordinary disguise, and even the height and voice may be changed.

However, after such a change, it is impossible to restore it to its original state.

When Wuyou heard the words "Qingyin Shuige", he really felt that Mei Ziyang might have gone mad.

Two days later, Mei Ziyang discussed with Wuyou: "It's almost too late, shall we go on the road tomorrow?"

Wuyou said nonchalantly, "You can leave whenever you want, I will accompany you anyway."

Mei Ziyang smiled: "It's time to go, if I don't leave, I'm afraid Xiaotian will hire a murderer to kill me."

Wuyou thought of Zhao Hangtian's expression when he saw Mei Ziyang and Han Muyun walking out, and couldn't help laughing, presumably Zhao Hangtian was rarely so annoyed.

Mei Ziyang then said: "Then I'll call someone to pack your things for you, you should go to bed early and leave early tomorrow morning."

Wuyou said: "No need, I'll clean it up myself, I don't bring anyone out so I can take care of myself, don't worry."

Mei Ziyang smiled gently, and stopped talking.

Looking at his still tall and straight back, Wuyou sighed slightly.

On the second day when they set off early in the morning, Jun Ruyi, Zhao Hangtian, Han Muyun all came to see him off, and Sima Liuyun who just came back last night, on such an occasion, Mei Ziyang was the most handy, perfunctory one by one without leaking water, without showing favoritism at all, Not to mention that he couldn't see anything wrong with Zhao Hangtian, he saw that Sima Liuyun was a little out of spirits, so he asked him a few more words before getting into the carriage.

This brother is very warm and pleasant.

In the car, Mei Ziyang and Wuyou said with a smile: "Yesterday, the people below came back and said that suddenly a few camellia trees of different species bloomed in Xiaoluge, Yunzhou. This season is really rare, do you want to go and see?"

Wuyou lazily said: "If you are interested, go and have a look."

Mei Ziyang nodded: "Okay."

Then he asked someone to go to the window and order to change the way.

Wuyou didn't sleep well last night and felt a little tired. Since there was no one else in the car, she didn't hesitate, so she moved to his side and leaned on his arm.

Mei Ziyang looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Wuyou closed his eyes: "A little sleepy."

Immediately felt being hugged by Mei Ziyang, but put him on the couch behind him.

Wuyou opened his eyes and looked at Mei Ziyang, but Mei Ziyang avoided his gaze and said, "If you're sleepy, you might as well sleep for a while."

Wuyou closed her eyes again, feeling a little cold in her heart.

The thin quilt was laid lightly on his body, and he seemed to hear Mei Ziyang's almost inaudible sigh.

As a result, the originally cold heart couldn't help but feel a little bitterness.

I can't bear to blame him, no matter what he did, no matter how sad I am, I can't help but find reasons to forgive him, and I always feel sorry for him and feel sorry for him accidentally.

Wuyou couldn't help but sigh, the carriage bumped slightly and gradually became hazy.

It's just that I can't sleep well, and the world changes in the complicated dreams, and I don't know who I am and who Wuyou is.

But he knew who Mei Ziyang was.

Mei Ziyang saw that Wuyou didn't seem to be very stable in his sleep, his fingers tightly twisted the quilt, his ruddy fingertips turned white, he didn't know what feeling he was feeling, he just stared blankly.

Wuyou probably also noticed his neglect, he looked at him with surprise and helplessness, maybe he was aggrieved, like a child who suddenly fell out of favor, aggrieved and at a loss.

Ever since Mu Yun said that Wuyou was not him, he subconsciously distanced himself from him, as if there was a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome. It was an unconscious and subtle behavior. Only when Wuyou was so close and sensitive Only then did he realize, even himself, that he realized what he was doing only after seeing the doubts and grievances in his clear eyes.

Mei Ziyang felt a lot of feelings in his heart, and he was also faintly afraid. If he went there and still got the same answer, how would he face him?And how to face the former him.

Mei Ziyang had a thought in his heart that he didn't want to face squarely. In fact, since he met Mu Yun, he had already believed that Wuyou was not him, but he refused to give up. This time was just a chance for him to give up completely.

The atmosphere between the two was a bit delicate, worry-free and helpless, he had already worked hard, Mei Ziyang was thinking about others, he pretended not to know, Mei Ziyang ignored him, he pretended not to notice, and nothing happened , as they are still in love with each other, just like those spring days when the flowers bloomed.

There is a hope in his heart, Mei Ziyang may be confused for a while, but he will eventually turn around, the person he used to be is no longer there after all.

Sighing worry-free, he made himself smile again.

A group of people walked unhurriedly for two days, and gradually walked into a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. The delicate mountains are covered with a kind of unknown grass, which seems to be the season of flowering. A snow-white flower, as if walking in the clouds, Wuyou liked it, and said to Mei Ziyang: "This place is really pleasant, shall we ride a horse for a while?"

Mei Ziyang said yes.

When Mei San and Mei Wu heard this, they hurriedly gave up their horses. They were all high-headed horses of the same color, one bay red and the other black.

Mei Ziyang told him to ride the bay red horse: "Mei San's horse is gentler, and it walks steadily."

Wuyou smiled slightly, Mei Ziyang's tenderness and consideration are really nostalgic, and he can notice every detail.

It's really hard for him to worry like this all the time.

Mei Ziyang saw him get on the horse, and got on the black horse himself. His riding skills were top-notch, and the horse didn't struggle at all, and looked very docile.

The two trotted forward on the horse for a while, and then slowed down to let the horse walk slowly after pulling away from the crowd.

It's already early summer, but it's still cool. The cool wind carries the fragrance of grass leaves and flowers, which is very fresh.

Wuyou smiled and said: "Sure enough, the mountains and fields are beautiful, and they are more charming than man-made drilling."

Mei Ziyang tilted his head to look at him, and saw that he was smiling all over his face, the smile reaching Jingliang's eyes, the brilliance flowed, and the flowers beside him made him gentle and elegant, like pearls and jade.

For a moment, I didn't know what it was like, but for a while it turned into a long silent sigh.

It's just a cover-up that his skills are first-class, and he doesn't know about worry-free. He has devoted himself to this beautiful landscape and forgets his worries.

Mei Ziyang said: "If you can build a separate courtyard here, it would be good to live for a while."

Wuyou smiled and said: "That's all for another courtyard. The project is so huge, why don't we spoil these flowers and plants? According to me, it's better to build a thatched hut on the rock and live there for three to five or seven days. Of course, don't ask them follow."

As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at the huge tail behind him.

I don't know where Mei Ziyang got the habit of going out in such a mighty way, always following these people.

Of course, it is indeed more convenient sometimes, but it is too sideways. People who don't know it will think it is a royal official or an imperial envoy.

Hearing what he said, Mei Ziyang smiled and said: "It can be seen that your thinking is simple, no one will follow, just the two of us are afraid that we are not familiar with things, should we drink blood?"

Worry-free frowned: "It's really ugly, eating and drinking is not easy? There are many ways, and with our skills, what if we don't eat for a few days?"

Mei Ziyang gently brushed his wind-blown hair, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, it must be good to see the scenery while dying of hunger."

Wuyou snorted softly, this person is indeed so thoughtful, he thinks too much, it's too boring.

I was so tired for him, there was almost no chance to talk about living here, so I just talked about it casually, imagining the kind of ease and freehand, but he thought so much, as if he would come to live here tomorrow.

It's frustrating.

Couldn't help but give him a white look, and galloped without worry.

At this moment, I completely forget my worries.

The carriage traveled steadily for another two days, and he was at peace with the situation without any worries, but he didn't feel bored at all, but Mei Ziyang had a lot of things on his mind.

Wuyou knew what was on his mind, and felt that there was no way to persuade him, so he had to choose other topics to talk to him.

At dusk one day, Wuyou felt as if he was climbing a slope, gradually walking to a higher place.

Wuyou let out a "Hey": "Where is this going?"

As he spoke, he opened the curtain and looked out.

As expected, there is a sloping hillside outside the window. The hillside is covered with emerald green bamboos, which seems to be extraordinarily quiet.

Worry-free frowned, then turned to Mei Ziyang and asked, "What place is this?"

Mei Ziyang said: "Didn't you tell me to come and see the camellias? It's right here."

Worry-free, I still look outside.

I always feel that this place is not right, as if there is something wrong.

After looking at it for a long time, I suddenly remembered: "These bamboos look like a formation."

Mei Ziyang said, "What formation?"

Wuyou shook his head: "I can't remember, but these bamboos grow too neatly, I always feel like they were planted on purpose, something is wrong."

The frown became tighter.

Mei Ziyang didn't say anything.

These days Mei Ziyang is indeed much colder than before, Wuyou also knows the reason for him, he has no choice but to talk to himself often.

The carriage continued on.

Wuyou looked at it, and suddenly said sharply: "Stop, stop!"

Mei Ziyang was startled by him, and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Wuyou's face was flushed like a white jade, unlike the usual blushing ears, he had already seen this formation, it was the long-rumoured "Heavenly Overwhelming Formation" in the martial arts world.

It is said that once this formation is activated, it will be unpredictable, and the people in the formation will be like a demon, and they will never be able to get out.

That's all, the most chilling thing for Wuyou is that this formation is the secret of Qingyinshui Pavilion. In the martial arts, there is only an formation five miles outside Qingyinshui Pavilion, as the first layer of protection for Qingyinshui Pavilion.

If the pavilion master of Qingyinshui Pavilion does not agree to enter the pavilion without authorization, once the formation is activated, the offending person will be trapped to death in this sky-covering formation without any effort.

Wuyou's face was flushed red, his hands were tightly pinching the window frame, as if he was about to crush the rosewood window frame, and it took him a while to speak: "Mei Ziyang, you... you take me to Qingyin Water Pavilion!"

This is no longer a question, it is a fact that is right in front of us.

Mei Ziyang was actually shocked by his appearance, Mr. Wuyou was always gentle and gentle, he couldn't even speak loudly, and he couldn't even laugh loudly, but at this moment he looked as if he was going to eat blood.

Mei Ziyang lowered his voice: "Yes, aren't we going to see the camellias?"

Wuyou barely suppressed the momentary anger, tried to restrain his mind, and sneered: "Camellia? You are still lying to me at this time, don't you want to take me to Qingyin Shuige to see who I am?"

Mei Ziyang was startled, he never expected that Wuyou had already found out, at this moment he was exposed face to face, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, he reluctantly argued: "What are you talking about, you are Wuyou, who else can it be."

"Yes, Wuyou, you want me to be Wuyou."

This sentence was unbelievable, but Mei Ziyang's heart was clear, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Wuyou couldn't find another expression, so he had to hide the pain in his heart with a sneer. At this moment, the blood on his face had faded, and it was so white that it was breathtaking. The sneer was as sharp as a sharp sword: "What if I am Wuyou? how?"

Mei Ziyang gritted his teeth, seeing his original gentleness turned as sharp as ice at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a great pain in his heart, and said softly: "Worriless..."

Just after saying two words, Wuyou cut him off: "Don't call me that, I'm not him, never will be, I don't deserve to be him, and I don't want to be him, the young master used these two words wrongly on me. "

He was hurting in his heart, these words were urgent and quick, and he gritted his teeth: "You are nothing more than looking at me as him, if not, you will naturally... naturally will..."

It turned out that even at this moment, he didn't want to say the result himself.

Seeing that Mei Ziyang didn't even intend to deny it, Wuyou huddled tightly in his heart, as if being grabbed by hands made of steel.Unbearable pain.The hand hidden in the sleeve trembled slightly, even if it was clenched into a fist, it couldn't stop trembling: "You don't have to worry about it, I'm not him. When he died, I was still learning art by the master's side. April [-] Seven days, right? My senior brother taught me the Hualuo swordsmanship that day, do you want me to show you two moves?"

After a rest, Wuyou rubbed his heart lightly, tried to suppress his emotions, and said in a low voice: "I know you will be disappointed, you really hope that I am Wuyou, when you believe that I am Wuyou, you are fine Very good, but when you have doubts, you start to neglect me, I know all this, I am just waiting for you to figure it out slowly, but..."

He looked up into Mei Ziyang's eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in Wuyou's eyes: "But you are destined to be disappointed, and I... I am even more disappointed. I am so disappointed that I can't wait any longer."

Wuyou bit her lips: "You go to your Wuyou, just don't get involved with me."

There was silence in the carriage for a while, only the sound of the carriage moving slowly, rattling, and the rustling sound of the carriage pressing on the grass.

Mei Ziyang looked at him vaguely. He had never seen Wuyou so out of control and so cold-hearted. After finishing speaking, she looked at him so quietly, her eyes were painful but also stubbornly shining, such a stubborn worry-free person was especially pitiful.

I am really sorry for him.

No matter which Wuyou he is, he is always the only one.

Before she had time to speak, Wuyou leaned back and swept out of the carriage at an angle.

Mei Ziyang was shocked, and pulled him with one hand, but only grabbed a part of the skirt, which was torn off with a "chi pull".

The guards outside the carriage exclaimed in surprise: "Young Master Wuyou?"

Mei Ziyang ordered: "Stop him."

The guards jumped up from their horses and chased in the direction of Wuyou.

Mei Ziyang came later, before the guards, but also lost Wuyou.

In such a formation, there is a difference of ten feet, and the scenery is also very different.

Mei Ziyang and the guards chased him less than ten feet away, Wuyou turned around, behind a clump of bamboos, and he lost sight of anyone.

Mei Ziyang was angry: "What are you doing standing there, go find me!"

Mei San glanced at the other guards, bowed and said, "Young master, the sky is changing inexplicably and cannot be traced."

Mei Ziyang said: "Nonsense, go and get Mr. Wuyou back for me."

Mei San said unhurriedly: "It is said that there is only one way to enter the Tianfu Formation, and Mr. Wuyou must not be familiar with it. We should enter the pavilion as soon as possible, meet the owner of the pavilion, and ask him to send someone to find Mr. Wuyou. It's the best policy."

Mei Ziyang was full of confusion before, but he was Mei Ziyang after all, so he calmed down quickly, and when Mei San spoke up, he knew that he was thinking about it. If they all went into the formation to search, there must be no one except that they were all trapped in the formation. Maybe, now that they have entered the range of Qingyinshui Pavilion, it is indeed the best policy to rush to Qingyinshui Pavilion to send someone who is familiar with the formation to look for it.

Such a simple thought was naturally understood, Mei Ziyang immediately gave the order to speed up to the Qingyin Water Pavilion.

But he said that Wuyou left in a fit of anger, running at full speed in the dense forest and tall bamboos, as if he could use this to vent his unhappiness.

It wasn't until I calmed down a little that I realized I was lost.

This sky-shrouding array is really extraordinary, it can stand with Qingyinshui Pavilion for hundreds of years, it is really unpredictable.

Although lost, Wuyou didn't panic.

There is even a hint of indifference, if you really can't go out, that's all, it's a kind of relief.

Wuyou smiled wryly, he was alone at this moment, finally he didn't have to hold back.

Laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, but it seems that you can't cry.

Such an ending seemed to have been expected. After coming out of Mei Mansion and arriving at Ruyi's mansion, seeing Zhao Hangtian and Han Muyun, the ending became clear little by little. Mei Ziyang became colder and colder, and he just pretended not to notice.

Leave some leeway for Mei Ziyang, and also leave some hope for yourself.

It's just that it's useless after all.

What Mei Ziyang was thinking about was the worry-free past, not the worry-free present.