585 Dreaming Dance of the piano! Because it is you! (Final One) In the remaining two days, Luo Zhiheng guarded Mu Yunhe without leaving home. Mu Yunhe's face was getting better and better day by day. Although she often quarreled with Mu Yunhe, it still made Luo Zhiheng feel very happy. While she was anxiously waiting for Mrs. Huoyun to develop the antidote, she was deploying in great enthusiasm, while also hoping that Mu Yunhe would remember her.

But time is fast, and the last two days have arrived in the blink of an eye.

At dusk before the deadline, Luo Zhiheng said to Mu Yunhe: "Can you accompany me to see if the mansion you have built for me?"

It was a paradise like a fairyland. At that time, in the Silver Moon Kingdom, she saw Mu Yunho put her chin under the cherry blossom trees from the crystal ball. That scene became her dream, one that made her dream, and the other that made her yearn for. There were beautiful scenery, her beloved man, and her home.

Mu Yunhe didn't know how anxious and tormented Luo Zhiheng was when he said this. He also didn't know that Luo Zhiheng's words this time might be the last intimacy and nostalgia between them. He said lazily: "What are you looking at? That's not what I really built for you wholeheartedly. The entire mansion was just built by my father and elder brother. It was not considered to be made for you specifically and carefully. Do you still want to see it?"

Mu Yunhe deliberately angered, and his evil expression seemed a little hideous because of the scars on his face. He deliberately made Luo Zhiheng anxious and did not tell Luo Zhiheng that he had spent a lot of effort to build and perfect the mansion, and every grass and tree there was his figure and intention. At that time, Mu Yunhe didn't know why he had to build that mansion so carefully, but he just felt that he had always had such a thought on his mentality, and wanted to build a perfect mansion for whom. As for who that person was, he didn't know, but he just did whatever he wanted.

Luo Zhiheng looked at Mu Yunhe's careless look, and his heart was bitter, but he was not angry. He only had stronger worries and sadness. He still doesn't remember her, so what could she do? He has used all the methods, but Mu Yunhe still showed no sign of thinking about it. The old man always stammered and said he didn't know when he could remember it and let it go. And she really has time to continue waiting?

"You just take it with me to see it?" She said sincerely and even had a slight pleading.

Mu Yunhe was slightly surprised. He always felt that Luo Zhiheng had been very strange these two days. He did not go against him, but instead accommodated him so gently and aggrievedly. Unlike other people's accommodation, the more Luo Zhiheng accommodated him and followed him, the more he felt uncomfortable all over and felt uncomfortable, as if something was empty in his heart, so empty and uncomfortable.

Mu Yunhe is now a person who cannot bear the grievance. Even if Luo Zhiheng is gentle and gentle, he is not satisfied, and even tired of Luo Zhiheng's disguised face, which seems to be wearing a mask, sneered: "No! I am not your slave, why should I accompany you to see you? If you like to see yourself, I will not accompany you."

Luo Zhiheng looked at him with red eyes. Even though her eyes were red, Mu Yunhe knew that Luo Zhiheng was about to cry.

My heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and the aches and numbness spread. Mu Yunhe frowned and opened his eyes hard. The annoyance and uneasiness in his eyes were hidden, and he did not dare to look at Luo Zhiheng again. In Luo Zhiheng's eyes, Mu Yunhe avoided her gaze, but he just didn't want to look at her.

Mu Yunhe has been familiar with Luo Zhiheng since he came back. He always resisted and rejected her, and looked so strange and disliked, as if she was a beast. Even if she forgot, there was no need to treat her like this!

Luo Zhiheng's mood, which had been tolerant and suppressed, could no longer calmly continue to endure it!

"Do you just hate me so much? Mu Yunhe, you hate me so much that I have been disgusted with me even if I look at me more, right? You forgot to love me and forgot to love me, so you can cruelly hurt me, right?" Even though he was so angry and disappointed, Luo Zhiheng's words were so calm, so calm to the point of being cold.

Mu Yunhe suddenly looked up and looked at her in surprise. There was something hidden under her calm face. Mu Yunhe couldn't see, but her heart was panicked by the pain and anger in Luo Zhiheng's eyes.

Mu Yunhe opened her mouth and stumbled: "I didn't..."

Luo Zhiheng interrupted him with his own thoughts: "I never want to be difficult for others, nor do I want to force others, but I have made exceptions to you, not for anything else, just because you are the one I love the most. But I never knew that you actually hated me to this point. I thought that as long as I persisted, I was a little more tenacious, I was waiting for you for a while, maybe you would wake up and you would think of me, and then all my waiting would not be empty, and we could be perfect and happy."

"But it seems that I was wrong. No matter how much I wait and wait, I can't change you. You are not my Mu Yunhe. I am living like a year in my own deception, but you can easily hurt me ruthlessly. Are all my waiting in your eyes a joke? Mu Yunhe, am I a joke in your eyes?"

She asked so sad and helplessly, despair spreading, sweeping all her senses. There were tears in her eyes that she refused to shed, gathering in her eyes bit by bit, drowning her pure and beautiful pupils.

Mu Yunhe's heart suddenly tightened, and pain spread round by circle. What spread to the bottom of his heart was a strong panic and helplessness. His mouth was squirming and his breath was unstable: "I..."

He was speechless. Under Luo Zhiheng's sad questioning, he was speechless!

Mu Yunhe really wanted to ask her if she was unwilling to wait? Did she give up on him? But how did he ask? His life and death are uncertain now. He wants to be responsible for his willfulness, and he has to bear the vicious consequences of self-result. He doesn't know how long he can live. In his thoughts, he is not afraid. Even if his whole body is festered now, he has never thought about fearing death. But Luo Zhiheng's questioning made him panic.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was so afraid that Luo Zhiheng really didn't want to wait for him!

His speechlessness made Luo Zhiheng suddenly lose the courage to continue facing him. No one could understand her anxiety, her confusion and anger. Now the person in front of her is no longer Mu Yunhe, so she can only face all the problems herself.

Luo Zhiheng turned around sadly and walked out of the room with heavy steps.

Mu Yunhe looked at her back in a daze, and suddenly bursts of sharp pain in his mind. He gritted his teeth and widened his eyes tightly. It seemed that countless resentment burst out in his mind. He thought she would turn around, even if Luo Zhiheng was looking at him, because of a moment, the words he was holding would blurt out.

Perhaps, he was just shy, afraid, and needed a little courage. Only Luo Zhiheng could give and comfort these. But Luo Zhiheng never looked back at him from beginning to end, and even didn't pause even after walking. So Mu Yunhe didn't have the chance to say that.

Waiting for me, I will try to remember you...

Luo Zhiheng was aimlessly walking away in the palace. When he met Mu Yunjin, the two of them stood looking at each other. Mu Yunjin's tough face was faintly worried. Luo Zhiheng smiled palely and said, "When will he think of me? Isn't it really waiting until we can't stop, right?"

Mu Yunjin's face tense: "No. Only you can remind him of the past. Although my father and I may lose the person we love the most after remembering it, compared to our emotions, we hope that Yunhe will be happy. And you are the entire source of his happiness."

"But you know, I don't have time to wait, tomorrow is the deadline. Mrs. Huo Yun has not yet developed the antidote. Do you think I can escape this tragic disaster of fate?" Luo Zhiheng sneered. She regarded the ridiculous wedding tomorrow as a disaster.

Time is tight, so they are afraid they really have no time. Mu Yunjin is speechless and is silent.

Luo Zhiheng said lonely: "Can you take me to see that dream?"

Mu Yunjin was stunned, as if he had thought of something and nodded slowly.

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Luo Zhiheng stood in the middle of this dreamy mansion, and could not recover from the shock and surprise he had just come in and walked along the way.

The mansion is large and large. Every house is filled with glazed tiles and walls, and the ground is paved with glazed glass. All the flowers, plants and trees are exquisite, with exquisite layouts. The rockery gardens are arranged in an orderly manner, and the carved beams and painted corridors are exquisite.

As Luo Zhiheng walked along the way, there were no side hall rooms where wives and concubines lived in this mansion. Apart from the guest rooms, there were only two courtyards that were the owner's courtyards.

One is unknown, the other is called Luoxinlou.

The two courtyards are next to each other, you are in me and I are in you, the invisible intimacy is so obvious, as if the husband is mixed with his wife, protecting his wife, so he is so snuggling with each other without a distance. And Luoxin Tower...

Luo Zhiheng chewed those words, tears suddenly fell. Mu Yunhe, your heart is left in this courtyard? Is your beloved woman going to live in this courtyard? Your heart is here, and Luo Zhiheng must have lived here, but who will live in the future?

"I don't know why Yun He mentioned such words. When asked him at that time, he just said he was just doing whatever he wanted. He thought of it and wrote it like that. I'm afraid he still had your shadow in his heart at that time, but he just couldn't remember it." Mu Yunjin said softly from the side.

Luo Zhiheng didn't say anything. He pushed open the courtyard door and a rich portrait came to his face. What caught his eye was the pink and white petals flying and falling, and the ground was almost impossible to see, and they were covered with petals. There was a bamboo building among the flowers and trees, but outside the bamboo building was wrapped with a layer of exterior walls that looked like glazed. The small courtyard was exquisite, with gurgling water and fragrant flowers. It was simply magnificent.

"It's even more beautiful than what I saw in the crystal ball. He is very attentive." Luo Zhiheng smiled freely, but tears couldn't stop falling.

"It's all for his beloved woman, why don't you care? Don't think too much, this belongs to you. Even if Yun He can't remember it now, you will be happy one day." Mu Yunjin said.

Luo Zhiheng was speechless for a long time and stood outside the yard without taking a step further. She was afraid that she would never be able to leave her after entering this dreamy and beautiful scene. She was afraid that she would have the idea of ​​possessing these things. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow, and she didn't dare to distract herself.

The sun fell little by little, and the beautiful sunset was like blood, which coated the originally elegant and fresh courtyard with a layer of blood, which was also beautiful and thrilling. Luo Zhiheng seemed to be frozen in a scroll, and she was intoxicated and intoxicated.

"Aren't you going to come and have a look? Why don't you go in?" The hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, causing Luo Zhiheng's back to freeze. She woke up from the scroll, but did not turn around. The person behind her waited for a while, and then said impatiently: "What's going on with you? Get in quickly."

Luo Zhiheng turned around, without looking at the person behind him, and then walked away with his feet.

Mu Yunhe reached out to grab her in a panic, but before he could touch her, he suddenly withdrew his hand. His panic movements made him even more nervous and panic. He walked two steps in a mess and blocked her and shouted: "Where are you going? Why are you trying to do it? Didn't you tell me to come with you? Why do you want to leave when I come?"

Seeing Luo Zhiheng keeping his head down and not talking, Mu Yunhe felt even more panic. He lowered his voice awkwardly and didn't dare to yell: "I'll accompany you in. Am I here? Go in and see, there are a lot of good things in there, you must like it."

Luo Zhiheng looked up and said lightly: "What if you like it? After all, it's not mine, so why not look at it."

Mu Yunhe was frightened by her cold tone, and her already pale face suddenly faded into almost transparent. Her narrow eyes were actually wide open, and she roared in a little aggrieved and angry: "Who said it's not yours? I've never said that, you're thinking about anything! If you are not afraid that I will spread it to you, I will take you in!"

Although she said this, Mu Yunhe was still very careful not to touch Luo Zhiheng's hand. She carefully clenched Luo Zhiheng's sleeves, grabbed her belt again as if she was worried, and muttered: "This should be nothing wrong. When you go home, you have to change your clothes and burn it."

Luo Zhiheng suddenly grabbed his festering hand. Mu Yunhe was so scared that his pupils tightened. He tried to shake her away and roared: "You are crazy, let me go quickly, it will be transmitted to you!"

Luo Zhiheng was so willful that he hugged Mu Yunhe and said, "I'm not afraid! If I die with you, I will definitely be happier than now! Mu Yunhe, you obviously care about me, but why can't you remember me?"

Mu Yunhe's body was stiff, but he didn't have the strength to push Luo Zhiheng away, and his eyes turned red with anxiety: "Let me go quickly and be obedient."

"Why are you so afraid of my death? Yunhe, tell me that you still love me. Although you don't remember me, you still have feelings for me, right? Yunhe?" Luo Zhiheng hugged him in obsessively, really wanting to hug him like this and ignore him, and there will be nothing forever.

Mu Yunhe's pale face showed a blush, and she said in a random manner, pretending to be calm: "Let's go in, don't you want to see it?"

"No need, I'm afraid I can't bear to leave after I go in." Luo Zhiheng shook his head randomly.

Mu Yunhe laughed: "Then you won't come out, just live here, when will you leave when you have enough to live here?"

Luo Zhiheng had a smile and tears in his eyes: "I think so, but it shouldn't be possible. I don't know if I can still live tomorrow."

The smile on the corner of Mu Yunhe's mouth was stiff, and he suddenly squeezed her shoulder and said, "What do you mean?"

Luo Zhiheng looked up and smiled, "If I leave you one day, will you be sad?"

"What are you talking nonsense? You really don't have the patience to wait for me, right? Luo Zhiheng, I knew you were an impatient person. You didn't want to wait for me for only a long time. You hate me!" Mu Yunhe shouted, unable to stand Luo Zhiheng's appearance of running away in the face of battle. Even if he was about to die, he could not bear the possibility of Luo Zhiheng leaving him.

Luo Zhiheng got into his arms and whispered: "It's not that way. Even if you hate me, I won't leave you, but now I have more important things to do. Mu Yunhe will work hard to live well, and please hold on. When you are uncomfortable and can't hold on, just think about me. As long as we all hold on, there may be hope."

"What did you say? Are you hiding something from me?" Mu Yunhe laughed at Luo Zhiheng with a serious look.

She suddenly changed her mind, took Mu Yunhe's hand, and pulled him tightly into the yard: "I suddenly wanted to see what's going on here. Maybe it was really beautiful and I reluctantly left. Even if I couldn't hold on, think about this home, maybe I could hold on."

Mu Yunhe frowned, but said nothing, and accompanied her in.

Luo Zhiheng is in the sea of ​​flowers, with Mu Yunhe next to her. For this beautiful future and life, even if tomorrow is really a fierce battle, she thinks she can still persevere.

Mu Yunjin said that Mu Yunhe's happiness and hope were her, and only then did she realize that her courage also came from Mu Yunhe.

"How about I'll dance a knife for you?" Luo Zhiheng asked with a smile and raised his head.

Mu Yunhe was puzzled by the sudden change of lightness and brightness from such dark emotions, but she felt happy that she could be happy, and couldn't help but smile strongly, teasing: "Can you hold a knife with your small body?"

"Do you look down on me?" Luo Zhiheng puffed up his cheeks, and pulled out the sword from his waist with a loud laugh.

Mu Yunhe was stunned: "You actually cheated!"

This sword cannot be considered a knife in terms of size! It is so light.

Luo Zhiheng blinked and smiled, "Is this a fool forever? Stand away and be careful to hurt you."

"Slowly, there is a piano in this room. I'll play you dancing the knife." Mu Yunhe also became interested. Seeing that Luo Zhiheng was interested and happy, he felt indescribable satisfaction, just wanting to make her happier.

When Mu Yunhe took out the piano from the room, Luo Zhiheng said in surprise: "Dragon and Phoenix Qin?"

"Do you know?" Mu Yunhe raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Luo Zhiheng had a little more nostalgia in his smile: "I won this piano back for you. When I participated in the No. 1 Talent Competition, I met Qin Sheng. He gave me this piano and I will give it to you."

Mu Yunhe's face turned slightly red. He actually forgot what the elder brother said when he placed the piano here before. The elder brother said that the piano was given to him by the woman who loved him, and he regarded it as a treasure. Unexpectedly, the piano was actually given to Luo Zhiheng.

A token of love is really arousing.

Mu Yunhe sat on the ground. He was weak and needed to rely on the tree to sit well. The piano was placed on his legs. His festering hands were not beautiful, but the music played by his slender fingers on the strings was so beautiful.

Luo Zhiheng smiled charmingly, and his sword was unsheathed. His graceful figure and steps were as messy as the dance steps were elegant and charming, and as if his kung fu was light and strong. The slender blade danced in the wind, and the air was resounding, and the cherry blossoms were split into more fine pieces, dancing sadly around her body. In the sound of the piano, she was like a dragon and astonishing as a geese, beautiful as a rare treasure scroll of zither and bright!

Mu Yunhe put on a white dress, her sleeves fluttered like flowing water, and her hair fell between the ups and downs of her arms, like a painting of eyebrows and eyes, but she didn't look at the strings of the piano. She only looked at Luo Zhiheng, who seemed to dance gracefully, and was like a god of war, and in a trance, it seemed to fall into a picture of memory for a lifetime. The past and future, this and past lives can no longer be distinguished.

He could not see Luo Zhiheng's face, but her red clothes were rolling and her sleeves fluttered. When she turned around suddenly, the twisting curve of her waist made him feel excited. The knife in her hand seemed to have a soul, and she created a brilliant record with her, with murderous domineering and majestic spirit, and the lingering love between the mountains and rivers and the beacons of children.
To be continued...