After thinking again and again, Wei Moyan finally did not touch Lu Hanhai rashly.
He is a veteran who has assisted the Wei family for two generations. Although he has just passed his thirties, he is quite famous in the world. Compared with the young people recruited after the establishment of Poyue Pavilion, his status is naturally higher and he can really rely on
With his connections and strength, he has made great contributions to Poyue Pavilion's current prosperity.
In addition, many of the rising stars in the pavilion, such as Shao Fu, were cultivated by Lu Hanhai. Wei Moyan was aloof by nature. Many people stayed in Poyue Pavilion because of the name of Hall Master Lu. When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered. His loss of power
This will result in a massive loss of talent in the cabinet.
You can't touch him until everything comes to light.
Wei Moyan was filled with anger. In the more than a month since Xia Qingluan left, he had been unable to concentrate on various matters. The alliance headed by the Chonghua Sect was pressing forward step by step, and Poyue Pavilion's branch in the Central Plains had been completely eliminated.
, the situation is worrying.
As soon as he closed his eyes, that indifferent and beautiful face would appear and occupy his entire mind.
No, it has taken over his entire life.
Sometimes it is pure white and dust-free, with clothes and clouds like snow, like a celestial being; suddenly it is rich and bright red, with a vicious aura lingering around it, which is even better than a ghost.
No matter which one she is, she was imprinted on the gears of fate when they first met in Shuangtian Village. She allowed him to pretend to be indifferent and forced himself to ignore her. In the end, she still did not escape the sea of sin and her heart was trapped in the quagmire.
At this point, what's the use of fantasizing? Wei Moyan laughed at himself, and unknowingly, the wine bottle in his hand was empty again.
"Prepare your horses, I'm going to Jiannan."
Zixiu was caught off guard by the sudden words, and it took her a long time to realize that he actually wanted to find Hongxian in person. In the end, she couldn't let go and couldn't bear it.
"You have to figure out the ins and outs of the matter first, otherwise it will be a quarrel. You two are used to being tough, and neither of you is willing to bow your head first. Meeting like this will only make the gap even greater."
"I just want to see her as soon as possible, I can't wait any longer."
Only in front of Zixiu did he dare to admit his uneasiness and impatience, just like only in front of Xia Qingluan did he have a gentle and passionate side.
Zixiu sighed lightly. After all, he was the man she loved. Seeing that he was so distraught for other women, no matter how generous she was, she would feel extremely sad.
If he could treat himself one ten thousandth as much as he did Hong Xian, he would be willing to give up his life and die without any regrets.
"I'll go get ready right now."
Wei Moyan stood in front of the window with his hands clasped behind his back. He felt a weight on his shoulders, his fine hair caressing his neck, and his purple sleeves beside his ears breathed out like blue.
"Mo Yan, if you truly love someone, you must be willing to give up everything for her. I don't want to see you regret it."
———————————————————————— When a few riders, when a few people rider, when the servants were dusty, the sword of the king of Jiannan was warm as spring.
Good people.
It has been more than a year since I followed Wanqi Haoyue. Young Master Yetan, who is usually as quiet as water and slightly proud, has never been so happy. His exquisite face that shocked heaven and earth smiled calmly in the night, as gorgeous and mysterious as an epiphyllum.
I hope this smile will not bloom in the night of Wei Tuo and disappear in an instant.
"Gang, you go and have a rest first." After walking with Xia Qingluan in the valley for a long time, Wan Qi Haoyue finally remembered that usually Gong would have gone to bed at this time.
The taciturn Gong just shook his head and insisted on following behind the two of them, guarding them not far or close.
"That child is very loyal and always stays within ten steps of you. If he can make Hua Yu feel defeated, he must be quite skilled at it." Xia Qingluan said lightly.
Ging's parents both died at the hands of Poyue Pavilion, so he must have wanted to kill her to eat flesh and drink blood to satisfy his hatred.
Silent and calm people are the most terrifying. Silent because they don't like to speak too much to reveal their thoughts. Calm because they see through everything and can always accurately find the enemy's fatal weakness and defeat the enemy with one blow.
For example, Wei Moyan could calmly say the oath of alliance, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Heng's sword would be unsheathed coldly.
Wan Qi Haoyue laughed out loud, with a hint of joking on her beautiful face: "I knew you would be deceived."
"Deceived?" Xia Qingluan was puzzled.
"Yeah. Ging is not a child. He is still older than me. It's just because Master tested poison on him, which caused his body to regress back to his teenage years."
How could the Poison King do this?
Xia Qingluan secretly sighed, there is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Such a strange poison is unimaginable, let alone hearing it, even thinking about it. No wonder no one in the Jianghu dares to touch Jiannan. The poisonous king is here, and there are thousands of soldiers of the imperial court.
I'm afraid the horse will be wiped out in a moment.
With such a terrifying existence, would he fight against it for his own sake?
Oh, he is thinking wildly again. If he wants to kill her, why would he make more enemies to save her?
I don't know when, but half of my heart was lost on him.
"Why, are you thinking of that 'him' of yours again?" Wanqi Haoyue smiled mistyly, and her words were unclear.
"Master Wanqi is joking, Qingluan is destined to have no chance of love in this life. Even if he gets revenge, he can only go to a foreign country and find a quiet place without wind or rain to turn into a piece of loess. It is better than being dug up by others.
Digging graves and not being able to have a peaceful death, how can you think about the love between your children?"
How lonely does a person have to be to have such pessimistic thoughts?
The smile faded from Wanqi Haoyue's lips, and a touch of melancholy crept onto her brows.
"Luan'er, I've treated you like a little sister since you were a child. I haven't been able to let go of my lack of news from you all these years. Now I finally see you again, but you are like this... How can I bear to let you go back?"
Go into the dangerous and cold rivers and lakes?"
Someone has actually cared about her for so many years. Is it because of his silent prayers that she is alive now? Xia Qingluan felt sour and soft in her heart, and her long-dead feelings were once again touched.
She believed in Wanqi Haoyue, and believed unconditionally that it was this person who gave her the courage to live in the first place, and gave her a glimmer of light amid the misery of her family being broken up and her family dead.
He is the only warmth left in life except Xiao Bai.
"Poyue Pavilion will not stop here. I know that man. What he wants to destroy will never leave any trace."
The night sky in the Poison King Valley was exceptionally clear, and Xia Qingluan couldn't imagine what the scene would look like if it was rendered in black by him.
"Master of Poyue Pavilion? Wei Moyan is the 'him' in your heart?" At this point, Wanqi Haoyue felt a little surprised.
Xia Qingluan shook his head tiredly: "I said, emotional matters have nothing to do with me. The reason why I can be taken care of by him in Poyue Pavilion is just because I have a mysterious secret hidden in my body, and to me, he is just
Revenge is an indispensable force. Looking at the world, the only one who can compete with the Chonghua Sect and even the imperial court is Wei Moyan."
If that's all it is, then why is there a bottomless sadness in his indifferent bright eyes when he mentions that person?
What she experienced was completely different from his life. Wanqi Haoyue, who had never paid much attention to external things, felt that the little girl who often cried to sleep in his arms was no longer there, and what was left behind was a more disturbing person.
The heartbroken orphan girl in troubled times.
If that person dares to use her as a tool, then no matter what the outcome is, Wanqi Haoyue will have no choice but to step into the endless turmoil and become a barrier in front of her.