The bright moon sits on the ground

Since that night, Zhang Rui began to hate the tireless snowstorm.

As for how she was found by the city defenders and brought back to Zhen'e Mansion, she no longer knows.

She knew very well that the reason why Zhang Shuangbi was in a hurry to find her a husband was not because she had the idea of ​​getting rid of trouble, but because she almost died in that war, so Zhang Shuangbi finally made a decision to Push her away like you pushed Zhang Yu away.

In fact, these are not important, Zhang Rui thought,? All her sorrows and joys have been buried by the snowstorm.

After all, the turmoil passed, and the sky finally dawned. After all, the Zhen'e army came back with a body full of scars.

However, after that, she was in a state of grief and hatred all the time. After all, the people of Zhen'e felt guilty towards her. Those careful flattery, those compliments against their will would only make the hatred in her heart worse. profound.

The flag symbolizing the dynasty on the city gate was fluttering in the wind, and the thin wooden pole was crumbling, as if it was about to be broken in the next moment. It was overturned and completely destroyed, but it was not in that battle after all. Fall down and stand tenaciously to the end.

What was broken was the banner in Zhang Rui's heart, and it collapsed with a loud noise, only she could hear it.

Her soul was being eroded little by little, and her reason was collapsing little by little.

Until the final sound, until the thousand-mile long embankment was destroyed by ant nests, everything was silent and silent.

Zhang Rui felt the hard and cold stone against her back. It was a low wall made of stone, covered with moss, smooth, damp, exuding a faint smell of grass and trees. After the glare of the sun faded, she lifted up. Eyes, seeing Wen Zhanxing's slightly apologetic eyes - the jade hairpin fell as soon as it fell, and broke as soon as it was broken. To be honest, she didn't feel any pity at all.

The scabbard of the Qingyang Sword was still firmly pressed against her throat, but the pain did not make her think of admitting defeat.

But Zhang Rui couldn't remember clearly why she came to the city gate to find Wen Zhanxing, why she wanted to compete with him.

Was it because Wen Zhanxing's mercy in the last fight angered her?

Is it because Wen Zhanxing's behavior of throwing away books and letters caused many unnecessary misunderstandings?

Are these reasons really what prompted her to pick up the water gun and uncharacteristically decide to meddle in her own business?

The almost insane blizzard roared in her mind again, and she began to feel a splitting headache.

Zhang Rui closed her eyes and looked at the swordsman in front of her again, "It doesn't matter if the hairpin is broken."

Wen Zhanxing's original intention was not to completely defeat Zhang Rui. The reason why he restrained her actions and carefully pressed the hilt of the sword tightly was actually very simple. It was to calm down the man who had lost his mind and listen carefully to his persuasion .

"I will pay the girl one." He was a little embarrassed, but his hands were not polite, "How much do you need for that jade hairpin..."

Zhang Rui interrupted his next words, "The Wen family has a strong family background, so I'm afraid they won't care about these little money."

She originally wanted to say that it is up to her to pay or not, she doesn't care at all, there are still a lot of hairpins of that style in the palace.

But Wen Zhanxing had never acted according to common sense, and this time was no exception.

"A benevolent man makes his fortune with wealth." Wen Zhanxing said, "I have never taken anything from the Wen family since I was sensible."

Oh, what he meant was that he was very poor, so he could only give her the hairpin as much as possible.

Zhang Rui looked Wen Zhanxing up and down, and finally understood why he always felt that there was something missing on him. It turned out that he didn't have any ornaments on him, not even a jade pendant, only the Qingyang sword could barely be seen pass the eye.

Her lips moved, a little curious about what Wen Zhanxing did to support herself.

However, now is really not the time to talk nonsense.

What is Wen Zhanxing trying to do by restraining her?

Zhang Rui pursed her lips, swallowed her words, looked sideways, and found that Wen Zhanxing had wisely kicked her backwater gun away, and after a long distance, no matter how fast she moved, it would take at least a while It takes two seconds to get it.

After such an interruption, she had completely calmed down.

Wen Zhanxing still showed mercy, if it was her, she would choose to use the blade instead of the scabbard without hesitation.

Moreover, Zhang Rui slightly squinted his eyes and looked at the distance between her and Wen Zhanxing's body by a few inches.

If it wasn't for Wen Zhanxing's obstinate adherence to the red tape of "men and women don't get along with each other", she might not have found a chance to escape.

In an instant, Zhang Rui had already thought of seven or eight ways to break free and reverse the situation.

To be honest, she was actually very happy to see Wen Zhanxing deflated.

What a bad person, what a warm heart, Zhang Rui sneered in her heart, it was just a disguise used to deceive others, and also to deceive herself. Everyone needs to explain themselves, and everyone needs to be honest about what they do. Find a reasonable and high-sounding reason, just like the group of people who closed their doors on that snowstorm night, despicable and pathetic.

She just couldn't understand Wen Zhanxing.

Whether it's losing his temper or having a bad relationship with Zhen'e people, it's all her business and has nothing to do with Wen Zhanxing, but why did he stand up at the beginning? He obviously doesn't understand anything, so what's his position? Blame yourself?

Those people are executioners, sinners who bear their lives, and no one can stay out of it.

What made her feel even more resentful was that what she wanted to protect all this time turned out to be such a group of selfish and lowly animals—then, what were all her blood and tears shed for?Is all the dedication and hard work really worth it?

Zhang Rui wanted to ask Wen Zhanxing, if you knew that you were protecting such a person, would you still choose to stand up at the beginning?

No way, she thought, anyone would regret it, and she would spend the rest of her life in such regret.

Zhang Rui thought for a while, but Wen Zhanxing didn't know at all.

At this time, he pondered for a long time, and finally straightened out his thoughts, cleared his throat, tried not to touch Zhang Rui's body, and carefully distanced himself, ready to start his long speech: "Girl, I'm offended. But I don't want to hurt the girl, you also know that you were too emotional just now, so I had no choice but to make this decision."

"Look at your hands, your tiger's mouth has been shattered, but you don't know it at all." Wen Zhanxing sighed, "This is not called sparring, nor is it called ending, you want to fight with me Life and death, I don't even have the energy to take care of..."

There is no further text for his words here.

Zhang Rui found the right time, put her bloody palm against the scabbard, and pushed the tightly squeezed scabbard away to give herself some room to breathe. Then, she bent her knees, facing Wen Zhanxing's lower abdomen, Vigorously upwards.

Wen Zhanxing didn't think about using a weapon against her at all, he turned his wrist to block, and he was still muttering something.

"The same move, I won't..."

Then, he didn't even have time to finish his sentence again, Zhang Rui forcibly blocked the rest of his sentence.

The girl in neat chivalrous attire suddenly laughed, and grabbed Wen Zhanxing's hand that was still on the scabbard with her left hand from bottom to top, clasping his wrist like the most solid shackles, bent her right arm, and pressed Wen Zhanxing low neck—

"The same move, you will still be fooled a second time." Her voice sounded at the right time, "Longer memory, Wen Zhanxing."

Immediately afterwards, the situation turned sharply, Zhang Rui turned over and pulled out the Qingyang sword that was in its sheath, and with a buzzing sound, she stabbed the long sword into the gap in the low wall, almost brushing against Wen Zhanxing's neck, the sharp The blade of the sword drew a bloodstain that was neither deep nor shallow.

Zhang Rui set aside her free left arm and put her knees on the swordsman's flat belly. Her loose long hair slid forward with her lowered head and hung in the air, forming two curtains that obscured the light. His breathing was extremely low.

"I really don't like looking up at people."

In the shadows, her eyes were cold, and she said each word with a pause: "So, shut your mouth, I am the one in charge now."

Zhang Rui didn't bother to look at Wen Zhanxing's embarrassment anymore. She finally decided to tell the truth that she had wanted to tell him all along. She gloated a little and wanted to see him shocked and guilty.

"What do you think you are protecting, Wen Zhanxing? You claim to be upright and upright, but you don't even know what the truth is. You are blinded by illusions, and you only know what is good for you." Zhang Rui's tone was almost With hatred, "Zhen'e army is guarding the city gate, but those people are hiding in a safe place in the snow, knowing that Zhen'e army is in trouble, but no one is willing to open the door, even a warm corner is open." Refusing to let it go, using their own weakness as an excuse, saying that it is right to sacrifice their lives for them, saying that they can't help much, they only care about their own lives—"

"This city has long since died, and those people have long since become sinners. What about you? Wen Zhanxing, you think that what you do is just, but in fact you are helping the evildoers. Do you think they will thank you? They Just laughing at your ignorance."

Zhang Rui sneered: "Now you know, it's just a joke for you to draw your sword to help when you see the road is uneven."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately paused for a while to give Wen Zhanxing time to react.

She was full of expectations, thinking that Wen Zhanxing would be shocked, regret, apologize, and angry...but he didn't.

Wen Zhanxing just listened to Zhang Rui's words very seriously, his expression was as usual, there was no trace of panic on his face, as if everything was in his expectation, except for the previous embarrassment, the rest of the time was as calm as a waveless pond water.

"Hello." Zhang Rui's heart was burning hot, and she asked with a dark face, "Don't you have any self-blame or regret?"

Or, you don't understand what I mean at all, you don't understand my hatred at all?

She gritted her teeth, but regretted that she had revealed the truth first, wishing to slap the person in front of her awake.

However, Wen Zhanxing answered her question at this time, scraping all over her reverse scales in an unceremonious way, and every word could accurately point to her anger that was about to explode, "I Think selfishness is normal.”

Zhang Rui thought to himself, just kill him, how could there be such a person in the world.

But Wen Zhanxing didn't seem to notice her murderous intent at all, and continued: "It is precisely because people are born with selfish desires that it is valuable to sacrifice themselves for others. I naturally hope that everyone in this world will be impartial. However, in fact, There are very few people who can do this. There are deserters on the battlefield, there are corrupt officials in the court, no matter where there are places where the light cannot shine.”

Zhang Rui was stunned, and then heard him say: "I'm afraid you don't like to hear the words 'repaying grievances with virtue', but I'm not going to say it either."

"If this place has caused you pain." Wen Zhanxing stared into her eyes, "Then why don't you run away?"

"The farther you escape, the better, to a place where no one knows you." He said, "Zhang Rui, you can do that. As long as you make up your mind to go, no one can stop you, no one can stay Let me down, and no one will blame you for what you have done."

"You are only 16 years old. No matter where you are, it is only a temporary resting place during your journey. No matter how many painful pasts you have, they are just a very small part of your long life." When Wen Zhanxing said this, he felt deeply Taking a breath, "You could have escaped, but you didn't do so. You actually know exactly what is holding you back."

Zhang Rui was silent for a while, then suddenly felt her throat was a little dry, "I thought you were more respectful of the concept of 'when parents are here, don't travel far'."

Instead, Wen Zhanxing felt puzzled, "So you still read it?"

He shook his head and smiled softly: "Zhang Rui, were you distracted when you read it? If you have a clear goal, you should pursue it. However, I think that it is not a bad thing for you to find a goal in the process of traveling and take a look at the vast world."

"In this world, where there is good, there is bad, and where there is bad, there is good." Wen Zhanxing seemed to be recalling, "Because you see that they are bad, you think everyone is bad. In fact, people with good intentions are not No, maybe it’s just that you haven’t met them yet.”

Look, Zhang Rui, isn't everything outside Zhen'e exactly what you're after?

You obviously know it, you obviously want to leave, but why don't you run away?

What's holding you back, you know better than anyone, don't you?

Zhang Rui thought over and over those few rotten words of Wen Zhanxing, and had to admit that his intuition was quite accurate.

As much as she loathes the people here, she is nostalgic for this piece of permafrost that will never melt.

From that day on, Zhang Rui never thought about becoming a general, nor did he say such stupid big words.

But she couldn't help it, and when Zhang Shuangbi wasn't paying attention, she sneaked into the barracks, touched the armor that couldn't be washed clean of blood, looked at the soldiers covered in wind and sand, and told them a few words that her father couldn't listen to. Come to the joke, and practice it happily.

The flag in Zhang Rui's heart fell after the blizzard. She didn't know where her current persistence came from...

But she just wanted to, really wanted to, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, she still had the image of going into battle in her mind.

People are not birds after all, and this invisible shackle will eventually lock her in Zhen'e forever.

However, even if she wants to leave Zhen'e, no one can criticize her, and Zhang Shuangbi will not force her to stay.

Zhang Rui thought that she might need some time to untie her knot, I don't know how long it will be, but she will come back in the end.

"The guy who sticks to words." She slowed down her voice and said, "I have to admit that some of your opinions do make sense, but that's only a small part, don't think that I'm just praising you by saying this. "

She heard an unusual wind, from far and near, probably because Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng were late.

"If you are not so rigid, if your way of speaking is not so offending, I think you may be suitable to find a civil servant in the court, the kind who has to kowtow from time to time to ask His Majesty to think twice." Zhang Rui always felt that the more he said, the more strange it became , simply stopped talking, let go of the hand that was holding the hilt of the Qingyang Sword, and stepped back, probably meaning to get up.

Wen Zhanxing responded to her words inexplicably, seeing her pull away, he was slightly relieved, and was about to stand up.

Then, Zhang Rui gathered up his long hair that was blown by the wind, and suddenly leaned forward. When Wen Zhanxing was caught off guard, he reached out and grabbed the corner of his hairband, and pulled it down, and the whole long, slender blue hair The headband was untied, and he said, "Take this to pay for it", and quickly took a few steps back, tied up his hair hastily, tied it with the hair tie he took away, shook his head casually, and checked the hair After not going away, she turned around and took the water gun on the ground, waved her hand, and turned down the city wall without looking back.

Wen Zhanxing was the only one left standing there blankly, his black hair disheveled by the cold wind.