Peach Blossom Dream

... "

Before he could finish speaking, a flying leaf sealed his mouth.

The uncle in front wiped the dew off his hands and left without looking back.

When I got to the town, Shu Feng was just hungry, so I sat down in front of a noodle stall nearby and ordered a portion of Yangchun noodles. When I was finished, I couldn’t help feeling: I am used to being poor, and I forgot that I am a rich man who can eat delicious food and spicy food. .

What a poor life.

As a result, the boss's face was not cooked yet, and a sword was slapped on the table.

When my uncle looked at the hilt of the sword, he knew that the master was not short of money.It's a pity that Shu Jifeng couldn't bear to look at such a good sword on the oil-stained table.

"My son is the boss of the right door?"

Uncle Jifeng looked up and saw that the speaker was a little familiar, and remembered that this person was the mother Xue who was in the funeral procession a few days ago.But the strange thing is, I have never had any intersection with her, how could she recognize me?

"My son is dead."

This sudden sentence made Shu Jifeng stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he answered her with two words: "My condolences."

"Do you know? I gave birth to him when I was 40 years old. I raised him with shit and piss and painstaking efforts. I pointed out that he will become the glory of my Xue family. I look forward to the day when my children and grandchildren will live together."

Uncle looked at the other party and said honestly: "I don't know."

"..." Xue's mother choked back the words behind her, and burst into tears, "My son is dead! He was killed by Zuo Qingyue..."

Shu Jifeng: "I know that."

"...You will help me, won't you? You are the boss of the right door, you will help me kill Zuo Qingyue, right?" Mother Xue wiped her snot and tears on Shu Jifeng. , "I'll give you money, you help me, it doesn't matter how much money you have."

Seeing Mother Xue's tears spilling on his sleeve, Uncle endured it, and could only tell the truth: "I'm sorry, senior, I promised that I would not pick off people's heads easily."

Xue's mother wiped away her old tears and said, "I know, 'one promise is thousand gold', but my Xue family is willing to spend one thousand and one gold to buy you to relapse once, how about it?"

"..."

If Shiwai Yunshan made money by picking people's heads, it would have been a mountain of gold and silver.What's more, my uncle was reborn after the catastrophe, and now he still has no worries about food and clothing. No matter what, he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes and do the business of picking people's heads.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xue's mother knelt down with a plop, and cried, "Young master, in my whole life, I have lost my father and husband. When I am old, I finally get out of my head, but I have to bear the pain of bereavement. God treats me so unfairly. Why won't you help me, son?"

Shu Jifeng suddenly remembered what Shen Ziyi said in the morning, and asked, "Did you also beg someone last night?"

Mother Xue said: "Yes. It's just that she won't help me, and no one will help me! Just because he is the owner of Qingyue Mountain Villa, and because he is good at kung fu, no one came to pick up my 100 tael notice... God is not fair..."

"That person last night, she is from the Devil's Cult."

Xue's mother didn't care about these things: "I don't care where she is from! Who is the devil in this world? God is the biggest devil! He first turned into a disease and killed my father, and then dressed up as a bandit and killed my husband. Now even I My son will not be spared...I will kill God, and kill everyone he turns into!"

What she said was not unreasonable, it was just that the thing that countless Ye Mu people risked their lives to protect was so easily ruined by Dahe's own people, Shu Jifeng felt a little chilled when he heard it.

"Senior," Shu Jifeng stepped back, "I really can't help you, and I have my own life to avoid."

Xue's mother is actually a neat person, when she heard what the other said, she stopped forcing her and wiped away her tears: "In that case, I won't bother you anymore."

When my uncle saw Xue's mother being such an easy-going person, he felt rather fond of her, but favors belonged to favors and heads belonged to heads.

After Xue's mother left, the owner of the noodle stall brought the noodles to Uncle Jifeng, who insisted that more things are worse than less things: "Guest officer, your noodles are good!"

"Thank you." Uncle Jifeng looked at the lumpy noodles, but didn't mind, "Can you add more soybeans?"

The boss scooped up a large spoon: "Guest officer, is it enough?"

"Enough is enough." Shu Jifeng thanked him.

9. The No. [-] Gentleman Cliff Jade

The only daughter of the Shen family left the court, and the son sent a special person to the south to welcome her, and everyone in the village knew about it.

The Shen family is a scholarly family, and Miss Shen is famous far and wide, and she is married to a royal relative. This day naturally attracted countless eyes to the Shen residence, and there were many discussions in the streets and alleys.

In the past, there were gold, silver and jewelry that could not be spent in several lifetimes as a dowry, and now there are books that could not be read in several lifetimes as a dowry; both the prince's value, and the Shen family's love.Such a person who combines beauty, talent, family background and luck, which woman has never been envious?And which man has not had wishful thinking?

On the day he left the cabinet, the firecrackers rang out all morning, and the discussions outside also continued all morning.In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Shen Ziyi was very calm in the hustle and bustle, and poured a glass of cold wine for a drink.

The eldest son Su Yizhi is stupid, she already knows this secret, what is there to envy such a husband?Fortunately, she has never thought about who she wants to grow old with in this life. What she wants is that there will no longer be old people looking for food barefoot in the snow country; no more babies crying at night because of hunger; no more war horses being killed. Killing becomes a table meal.

For these, Shen Ziyi had long ago given up what ordinary women pursued, and she was willing to do so.

Jiang Zhu came to her yesterday and asked her naively how she views marriage and love.

Shen Ziyi remembered answering him like this: "I have long been married to the Snow Country and the Red Rain Sect, and I also love all the Xue Country people who are suffering from hunger and cold. This is my opinion."

Jiang Zhu didn't speak after hearing this, and left without saying a word.

Love between husband and wife is a beauty in the world, but not everyone is lucky enough to get it, not to mention, she has more important things to do.

Shen Ziyi looked at the smiling faces outside and the colorful falling flowers in the yard, and thought: Why can't people from the Snow Country plant flowers in the yard?Can't drink freely between heaven and earth?

After lunch, the team set off.Shen Ziyi saw Shu Jifeng in the teahouse on the street, and she knew that these people would definitely find a way to expose her identity, but she was not afraid and even hoped that they would do so——The eldest son of Dahe married a member of the Demon Cult, and the news spread What a sensation it would be to go out!

Shen Ziyi wanted to ignite the fear of the people of Dahe before the Xue Country invaded, even if he paid his own life for it.Although it was a risky move, it was worth a try, and in case no one exposed her, she would be able to get in touch with the core royal family members of Da He from now on.

The sending team took the waterway.The bridegroom and the dowry, a group of people sailed northward in several large ships.

The boat sailed for more than ten days, and one night Shen Ziyi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she simply leaned against the window and watched the moonlight floating on the water, occasionally thinking about how to share the same room with her stupid husband in the future.

As soon as he was distracted, a man appeared in the corridor in front of the window.Dressed in dark blue, tall and broad, with a somewhat blurred face, it seems to be staring at her fixedly.

"Who are you?" Shen Ziyi was taken aback: no one would know that he was able to get on the boat in the middle of the river in the middle of the night. This person's cultivation should not be underestimated.

The man saluted like a snow countryman, and said slowly: "I'm Xiayayu."

"Are you from the Snow Country?" Shen Ziyi asked.

Yayu smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"You are...?" Shen Ziyi remembered that there was indeed a person named Yayu in Snow Country, because of her extremely high cultivation and sincerity, she was respected by the rivers and lakes of Dahe and Snow Country, and was honored as the most famous person in the world today. the first gentleman.

"Can I go in and sit down?" Yayu asked naturally.

Shen Ziyi nodded by accident.

On the eve of the wedding, the lonely man and the widow lived together in the same room. Once this was discovered, it would be a major event that shocked the world.Shen Ziyi knew it was very dangerous, but she still believed the person who called herself Yayu at a glance.

Before Shen Ziyi had time to open the door, the candle on the table lit up as soon as Shen Ziyi turned her head.

Yayu's face slowly appeared in front of her eyes:

Colder than moonlight, warmer than candlelight;

It looks like a returning family in front of a firewood pile, and a lone traveler in a frosty and snowy night.

At that moment, the contradictions, complexities, fragility, and even intimacy of the person in front of him flashed through Shen Ziyi's heart one by one, and he couldn't explain clearly.

"We met before?" Shen Ziyi felt strange.

Yayu shook her head, and gave an ambiguous answer: "Probably not."

Shen Ziyi looked at him:

"You came from the Windless Building?"

"Yes."

"Come here just for me?"

"Yes."

"for what?"

"One sentence."

"What?"

Yayu stopped, looked down at the dancing candlelight and hesitated, as if waiting for a suitable opportunity to speak.

Shen Ziyi looked at him, the candlelight swayed gently in the slight evening breeze, making Yayu's face lively, no longer like a legend that could only be seen from a distance.For some reason, Shen Ziyi seemed to have received some kind of power from the gods, pushing her to blurt out naturally: "I like you."

After finishing speaking, Shen Ziyi realized where the voice came from, and couldn't help being startled by herself.

Yayu was also shocked, but he quickly attributed this liking to his respect for his predecessors, and thanked him calmly: "Thank you."

In order not to reveal her embarrassment and embarrassment, Shen Ziyi used the cover of the night to stare at him: "You're welcome."

Yayu smiled, and looked at Shen Ziyi's wedding dress from top to bottom: "A few days ago, someone traveled thousands of miles to Wufeng Building and told me that you are getting married.