The autumn rains in Lanling are colder than the others, and the ground is covered in red overnight, and the sea of osmanthus is fragrant.
I put the wine in front of the wind on the pavilion, and the cold and damp moisture blew by. The smoke and water in the distance were vast and mist-like, and I couldn't tell where the real and the fake met.
It had been three days since Old Man Wuya left coldly, and Wei Moyan's heart sank a little bit.
The aloof character in his bones came entirely from his grandfather. He was convinced that the old man who never bowed to anyone but valued faith very much would not give up. Even if he was not forced to marry Zixiu, at least he would not be allowed to marry her smoothly.
Xia Qingluan got married.
The thing he has been guarding all his life is right in front of him, so why should he always have twists and turns in his life? Even as calm as he is, he can't help but start to get irritated.
"Still unable to find Master." The graceful woman gathered up her clothes and lifted her skirt and turned to go up the stairs. Her face was exhausted, "I didn't expect Master to still remember those useless agreements. If I had known this, it would be better to do it when we were in the mountains."
Make it clear."
"I didn't know Qingluan at that time, so how could I know that I would end up like this? The picturesque rivers and mountains, the ferocious rivers and lakes, were all overthrown by her alone."
Looking sideways at the distant mountains covered in smoke and fog, he lowered his head to pick up the wine and gently knocked on his persistent cup: "I will try my best to convince the master. If there is any accident, don't be too aggressive. After all, he is yours."
Grandfather, besides, I believe Master will not harm her."
"This is the best." The cup clanged, and I raised my head to drink the clear liquid in the cup. I couldn't taste the sweetness of the past.
After that day, Wei Moyan will still go to the top of the pavilion to accompany Xia Qingluan, but the time will be shortened a lot. From his eyebrows, it is not difficult to see the unhappiness caused by the recent trivial matters. Xia Qingluan did not say anything, silently waiting for him to come, silently
Send him there, that's all.
Although she hates being restrained, Xia Qingluan understands that this is for her own good. Just facing old man Wuya makes her feel stressed, let alone contacting him. However, she still hopes to have a long conversation in her heart. She wants to try
Try to persuade the old man who is respected by everyone not to embarrass Wei Moyan anymore, and not to imprison him in the shadow of the past.
She knows the pain of being trapped in memory best.
The red wedding clothes specially ordered to be made have been delivered. From Zixiukou, I learned that the first time the wedding date was announced, that is, when he ascended to the position of leader of the martial arts alliance, he had already prepared the wedding clothes for the two of them privately. Later, he experienced Kunyu Mountain
After the First World War and the long dream, he abandoned the wedding dress that was no longer new and found someone to make the current one again.
He said that since she was no longer the red string she once was, her wedding dress should also be new.
The smooth and soft silk brocade felt real to the touch. She had worn such a delicate piece of clothing once, but she had never looked at it so carefully. She opened it carefully, and the gorgeous patterns were lifelike, ready to fly.
Suddenly he thought of the red luan on his wrist and the black phoenix on his wrist.
Floating clouds always covered her eyes, and she recalled that when he first asked to spend this life together in the vast world of Donghu, she only thought it was a joke with evil intentions. However, she can still recall every word he said clearly, as if it were yesterday.
Perhaps, the fate of the two people had crossed earlier.
It's late at night, the wind is rustling outside the window, no one is saying anything, and the world has fallen into a deep sleep again.
A black shadow flashed past, and Xia Qingluan suddenly clenched her fist tightly. Even though she didn't feel any murderous intent, she was still sure that there was someone outside.
In troubled times, it is always difficult to calm down.
Turning off the lights, she quickly opened the door, only to see the hem of his coarse cloth dragging across the ground and heading downstairs. He was definitely not a member of the pavilion with his neatly stretched out hand. Xia Qingluan couldn't help feeling panicked, and cold sweat was faintly dripping from her palms.
That figure always kept a very close distance, and did not stop until it reached the second-floor meeting hall, standing quietly in the darkness.
The plain white clothes that were so clear at night also stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm: "Senior Wuya called me late at night, but what do you have to say?"
"You know exactly what you want to say." The slightly hoarse voice was full of confidence. He didn't look like an old man in his sixties at all. When he turned around, he didn't see how he moved. Several carved wooden windows in the meeting hall were all wide open.
The bright moonlight flooded in. She could master the inner power of the wind like this, and even if she practiced in her previous life, she would not be able to match it 90% of the time.
The long beard on his face that could be seen clearly under the moonlight moved slightly, and his eyes were cold: "The Wei family and the Baiyue Yun family have been friends for generations. Yan'er and A Yuenai got married on the fingertips. Even now that both families are no longer together, this
Marriage is unchangeable. The head of the Yun family and his wife are both kind people, but this daughter survived but ended up in the land of fireworks and suffered. In front of the Yun family's grave, I promised that I would treat this girl well.
The engagement with Yan'er was also made by me personally."
She knew all this. It was precisely because Wei Moyan and Zi Xiu had a marriage agreement that she repeatedly rejected his advances and even forced him to marry Zi Xiu. Now that she thinks about it, her words and deeds are so weird.
cruel.
"I know this is unfair to the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall, but if the two of them are forced to be together, the result may not be a good thing. His character never knows how to cherish the people around him, and instead hurts them." Xia Qingluan said calmly,
I am stating my thoughts. If I can explain the truth calmly, wouldn't it be much better than making trouble again?
Being able to convince old man Wuya is what she strives to achieve.
The old man who had been so domineering two days ago suddenly sighed, feeling a little more melancholy in his vicissitudes of life.
"Do you know what happened to Ah Yue?"
"Referring to what happened to her in...that kind of place?"
"Forced into a romantic field at such a young age, that girl committed suicide countless times. How could someone like you, who grew up under the protection of others, understand?"
Have you grown up being protected? Xia Qingluan lowered her wrists, feeling cold and affectionate against her skin.
When she saw her family destroyed with her own eyes, she was even younger than Wei Moyan, who was six years old when the Wei family suffered a disaster and left the mountains at night. She was only six years old at that time, and she was still at the age where she knew nothing and followed her parents behind her with carefree laughter every day.
Uncle Xiao Qian protected her, but he could only protect her until they were separated. In the following years, except for the brief time with Brother Yue, who had ever truly protected or cared for her? It was because of daily drinking.
The master who pulls her around and talks about her mother, or the master who teaches her martial arts so that she can become famous as the leader of Shuangtian Village, Liang Tong?
Talk about the bleak past, the first time being covered in mud and being bullied, the first time killing someone and being stained with blood, the first time living in the market and picking up food from people to satisfy their hunger... The world is hot and cold, the world is cold and warm, who can understand it better than her?
More?
"You don't know anything about me." There was a hint of anger flowing in her eyes, and those unbearable past always made her want to transform into a cold-blooded Shura in red and obliterate everything.
With a cold snort, the old man didn't care about her change: "I don't know, and I don't need to know that you have nothing to do with my Wei family. I just want to tell you that Ah Yue is a member of the Wei family anyway.
She has been waiting for Yan'er for so many years, and a girl whose body was dirty by pigs and dogs only has so little hope left. If you dare to interfere with her, I don't care if I kill you and make Yan'er hate me forever."
That tone was exactly that of another Wei Moyan, decisive and ruthless.
"It's better to just look from a distance than to be with someone and be hurt by it."
With lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, the past is like the wind.
Just like how many times she was forced to flee, it wasn't that she hated him, but that she couldn't bear the infinite hurt she suffered when she was around him. If it were Zixiu, I'm afraid the injury would be deeper.
Old man Wuya was a little surprised. The woman in front of him, who was obviously not looking too good, didn't seem to reject Ah Yue, but was thinking about her. Is this the reason why Ah Yue tried to speak for her?
The relationship between these three children does not seem to be as simple as he thought.