he doesn't use a knife

Ming Yu Pendant was buried in the suburbs.

In the mountains and forests, there are wild flowers, the wind of autumn, when it is sunny.

Li Xingchen erected a monument for her.

The name of the jade pendant is not written.

He wrote Tang Miao for her.

Tang Miao was buried here because Ming Yuzhui had died in the middle of the night that year.

She left without any worries.

However, she is not the only one who has nothing to worry about in the world.

At least there was Qin Honghe standing in front of her tomb, and he didn't know if he was one of them.

Everything that happened seven years ago is submerged in the quicksand of time.

But there is something.

Day after day, year after year, it is very vivid in the midnight dream.

It seems that all kinds of things in the past have not disappeared.

But they also understand.

The building collapsed overnight, and everything was burned.

Still think it is alive, because it has not died in the bottom of my heart.

The workmanship of the wooden box left by the Ming jade pendant is actually not exquisite.

When his fingertips touched the pattern, he could obviously feel rough and prickly.

But he stubbornly stroked it over and over again.

Xue Lanling was looking out the window.

It seems that a long time ago, he also sat in such a place and looked out the window.

There are flowers and trees, and there are people coming and going. Some people hang upside down on the trees to drink, and their faces are flushed from drinking.

Then he woke up from the memory.

He always recalled here, and he didn't want to continue.

The extreme pain is hidden too deep, and when it is dug out, it may be the time of death.

The more painful it is, the less willing it is to say it.

Xue Lanling lowered his eyes.

The wooden box was on the table, and in his hand, the padlock formed a pendant.

He looked at it and opened it again.

In the third letter, Ming Yupiao wrote down the alcoholic's previous recipe for brewing wine.

She joked: "Brother always said that although I love drinking, I can't let the young master know how to drink so early, so I brewed a lot of wine, and when the young master grows up, I will have a drink with him But my eldest brother is good at drinking, but he is a layman in wine making. Out of ten altars of wine he brews, ten of them are broken. So I copied his wine making recipe and told him that one day I will give these to the Young master, let him take a good look at the alcoholic recipe for brewing wine."

Xue Lanling saw this, and when he turned to the next page, it was no longer Ming Yuzhui's teasing of the alcoholic.

This letter of hers is not much different from the previous two.

The road she walked before she died was paving the way for him, she didn't follow him and wait for him to overcome obstacles.

She walked in front of him, pulling out the bloody thorns for him first, so that he could walk more smoothly in the next step.

Ming Yuzhui said: "My life and death should not have been born, and I should have died long ago, but death has value and benefits. I have made friends with ten righteous men along the way. I have seen people who have come here, and I have rescued four or five of them, and Sanniang supports me the most, and is also the most suitable for the young master to use."

"Before going to Weiyu City, I discussed the matter of Meteor Star Pier and Shenmeng Pavilion in front of everyone. The young master can use this matter as an article. My death is no secret. Before that, I also told everyone that if I If they die, they must seek revenge for others, so they will form an alliance with the young master."

"The matter of Baiyang Villa is Li Mingda's deathbed, and it should not be touched easily. I don't know where the leader's chess game has gone. I can only remind you here. If it is not killed by one blow, it is best to continue to endure."

She thought many things well.

The characters, names, hobbies, and experiences of the righteous men and women I made friends with are written all over the page, writing down what can be reused, and listing what is only credible and not reusable.

She is sincerely for his good.

But she didn't know that he didn't need it.

Xue Lanling played this game of chess alone from beginning to end.

When he plays chess, he doesn't want more pieces.

He likes to play chess with the most inconspicuous yet most important pieces.

There are many people, and although they can get twice the result with half the effort, they are also prone to countless incidents.

So what she thinks is available, he can use it, but he can't use it.

She went before him and cut the thorns for him.

What she went to was another front.

His ambition is far greater than she imagined.

He played more chess than she imagined.

But he can see her heart.

Xue Lan ordered all the letters to be put away and locked.

He sat in front of the window, watching the scenery outside the window, the green sky.

He bowed his head again.

He tried his best to fix the broken bone fan.

When unfolded, the fan surface was severely damaged.

But this is also very beautiful.

No one said that perfection is destined to be beautiful.

Perhaps destruction is also a kind of fulfillment.

Thinking this way, he shook the fan lightly, and the bones of the fan were broken every inch when the wind blew.

It fell to the ground with a few crisp sounds.

Xue Lanling laughed.

Duan Yishuang has noticed Xue Lanling's indifference.

He has never been ignored or even ignored by Xue Lanling repeatedly.

Even if he stood silently by the side, Xue Lanling would always reach out and hold his wrist.

He will be very close to him.

Even if he looked far away, he would still turn his head to look at him.

But if a person's indifference is obvious, no matter how dull he is, he will notice it.

What's more, Duan Yishuang is not a dull person.

He slept next to Xue Lanling's pillow again.

If you want to see a person's indifference, the first person to notice must be the person next to the pillow.

In the dim candlelight at night, they lay side by side on the bed.

It's not that they haven't talked for a few days.

Xue Lanling still talked to him, but he didn't even have five sentences.

Only when he opened his mouth would Xue Lanling respond.

He also asked if he was angry.

Xue Lanling only said, "Why would I be angry?"

That sounds terribly insincere.

But Duan Yishuang never asked the bottom line.

He got an answer, whether it was true or not, and rarely asked further questions.

He could only keep asking the question for another day.

The answer is still the same.

However, it was indeed difficult for him to find out the strangeness of Xue Lanling.

They will still sleep in the same bed.

Before falling asleep at night, Xue Lanling would still kiss him on the forehead.

They don't look much different than usual.

But Duan Yishuang could feel it.

The kiss on the forehead every night is cold.

Not as gentle as usual.

Tenderness and sweetness are always intoxicating.

It can also disappear in an instant.

Duan Yishuang couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He looked at the patterns on the top of the hood, wondering if Xue Lanling had fallen asleep.

He felt a little cold.

Maybe it will feel cold at night after autumn.

But this coldness startled him again.

He breathed lightly, and after a long time, he called out, "Xue Lanling."

Xue Lan's order also complied.

He turned sideways to face him.

The night was very dark, and there was still a candle burning in the room, and the shadow of the light just spread into Xue Lanling's skirt.

Duan Yishuang paused.

He resisted the embarrassment and nervousness of retreating, moved closer, and kissed Xue Lanling's forehead.

Then he looked at the dark abyss in Xue Lanling's eyes.

Duan Yishuang's breath stagnates.

He felt his face was very hot.

And Xue Lanling didn't ask him, only made him more embarrassed and shy.

Duan Yishuang could only explain to herself in a low voice: "I, I can also kiss every day—"

His words were not finished.

Because Xue Lanling leaned forward suddenly, grabbed his throat with one hand, and kissed him abruptly.

Is it windy outside?

He was suddenly swept by the wind.

He had never been kissed so forcefully and fiercely before.

Even if he has been kissed many times.

Duan Yishuang was completely overwhelmed by such a kiss.

He didn't know how to respond, he was almost clumsily kissed by Xue Lanling and even bitten with bloodstains.

He looked at him blankly.

The candlelight reflected behind Xue Lanling, and Xue Lanling hid himself in the shadows.

The tear mole under the left eye seems to be shaking with the shadow of the lamp.

He looked, and couldn't tell whose heartbeat he heard.

Rumbling, like thunder.

Duan Yishuang's eyelashes trembled, and her Adam's apple under the palm slipped slightly.

People are light and floating, and they feel like they are going to be strangled by the throat until they suffocate.

But he didn't want to resist at all.

Why is this?

Are you sure you won't just die here?

The weight on his body suddenly lightened.

Duan Yishuang's eyes were slack, and she managed to regain some sense of sanity.

He turned his head, and Xue Lanling had already closed his eyes.

He opened his mouth, only to feel a tingling pain under his lips.

The words I wanted to say, I still couldn't speak after all.

He blew out the candles, rearranged the messy clothes, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Is this a dream in the same bed?

Duan Yishuang couldn't figure it out.

He had clearly been kissed like this.

But still feel empty.

Li Xingchen decided to leave.

The death of Ming Yuzhui made him eager to know the secret of the past.

He couldn't believe it completely, and didn't want to doubt his father.

He had no doubts about his parents' affection.

It is also impossible to make a correct judgment immediately.

He has to go.

Those sent by Li Mingda to search for the whereabouts of the Mingyu Pendant have almost arrived.

He wrote to keep them in another city, just waiting to go to join them.

He couldn't let these people walk into Weiyu City.

Because Ming Yu Pendant's identity cannot be revealed, if she wants to be Tang Miao, she will hide a secret here.

After Li Xingchen packed his luggage, he first went to Duan Yishuang to say goodbye.

He glanced at it, was silent for a long time, and asked, "Do you dare to go out like this?"

Duan Yishuang said, "I didn't go out."

Li Xingchen said: "That's right, you didn't go out, I was going out."

Duan Yishuang said: "You want to go back to Baiyang Villa?"

Li Xingchen nodded: "I'm leaving now. I originally wanted to ask you if you would like to give me a ride, but now seeing the way you say it... Forget it, I will be ashamed if you send me out."

Duan Yishuang was silent for a moment, then said: "Then I wish you a smooth journey."

Li Xingchen galloped out of the city.

Tang Miao is buried here. He has met many people, and everyone has a story.

But Tang Miao's story chilled him the most.

It was an indescribable feeling.

He shouldn't believe it, but he seems to have already believed it. He rushed back to ask for an answer.

But it felt like the answer was in Tang Miao's words.

Li Xingchen sighed, and the horse galloped against the wind.

He looked from a distance, green hills stretched, and the sun covered the mountains and forests.

Then suddenly he fell backwards.

Rolling from horses into mud that hasn't dried up after a torrential rain.

The horse didn't stop, it was still neighing forward.

And he was covered in dirt.

He didn't get up for a long time.

Li Xingchen fainted.

—When the farewell is over—

The author says:

Great!

The third volume is finished!Great!Great!

Xiaoyi looks like a high-altitude flower, but after getting it, it will be low, and it will be given for nothing.

Xiao Yi:? ?

The leader looks like a great beauty, but in fact he is a madman, always going crazy.

Hierarch: Indeed.

Gu Zhu seems to be a good person, but actually secretly drugged Li Xingchen.

Gu Zhu: Be careful, it's a Gu.

Gu Chong: (ecstatically) So I really have a part in the show!