Looking up, he saw that in his dark eyes, which had always been calm and almost cold, ruthless and almost careless, there was a mix of sternness and loneliness.
He actually has such a heavy past hidden in his heart. How much time has passed as the sun rises and the moon sets, won't he feel tired?
"There are always things you can believe in, such as Zi——"
The black figure with a cold aura didn't give her a chance to continue speaking. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and intertwined in front of her, seeming to use all his strength to integrate the person in his arms into his body.
"After my death, I will only leave it to the people I trust most."
Trust...who trusts whom? Xia Qingluan was speechless. She didn't know what to say.
If time stops, she would rather everything stop before the trip to Donghu. At least on the surface, the two of them can have nothing to do with each other. They are just using each other. There is no need to be as unclear as now. If they are separated, it is most difficult to let go. She also thought
In the past, she believed every word he said, but she didn't dare. Even if an outstanding woman like Zixiu, who had been by his side for many years, could not walk in, how could his heart belong to Xia Qingluan?
What's more, she still clearly remembers who said they would hold hands together until death, but pierced her little hope with a sword.
"Pavilion Master, it's better to respect yourself. You believe in me, but I may not believe in you."
This time, it was Wei Moyan's turn to have nothing to say.
The crossed arms retracted slumpedly, and he turned around and stood with his hands behind his back. The softness from a moment ago was no longer there. The two lonely figures on the seven-story pavilion were still people stained by the dust of the world.
Those who succeed in great things must be able to control their emotions.
"Since we know that the person who assassinated the Wei family was Xi Yingfeng, why didn't we tell Wulin the truth?"
"Why do you say that?" The slender figure stood against the light in front of the window, and the shadow stretched thinly to Xia Qingluan's feet. "Force him to go to a dead end, and then let him be ruined and taste the feeling of falling from the top into the abyss...
Isn’t this better?”
Cruel, cold, and an ending more terrifying than death are the reasons why he is feared by countless people.
It's easy to kill Xi Yingfeng, but he didn't take action. Instead, he weakened and approached step by step, watching his enemy show his ugly face like a frightened bird in order to maintain his position. Death is easy, and it is best to make life worse than death.
revenge.
"Xia Qingluan has never doubted his ability. Whoever the Poyue Pavilion Master wants to die is just a matter of the blink of an eye.
Outside the window, mist gradually grew in Lanling City after the rain, and everything was so misty and unclear that it was unrealistic.
It's a long way to go to southern Xinjiang. I don't know what it will be like in a few months. Who can see whether Poyue Pavilion will still be as peaceful as it is after a few months?
Xia Qingluan was not a sentimental person, but the thought of spending so much time with him day and night made her a little uneasy.
I am afraid that one day I will fall into an endless sinking.
————————————————————————The haze that lasted for several days finally ended. Xi Shaoyuan, who had stolen half a day of leisure, originally planned to bask in the moldy muscles and bones, but instead
Cheng Xiaobai, who was sullen and silent, pulled him out of Tianya Xiaoju.
"What's going on? I usually say that a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Today, he's holding on to me. How did I offend you?" Xi Shaoyuan joked with a lazy smile on his face and let his friend push him into the carriage.
.
"Stop talking nonsense. You always bully me. Today is the price. You have to come with me!"
"Where to go?"
"Poyue Pavilion."
Xi Shaoyuan took a deep breath: "Xiao Bai, has uncle been too indulgent to you recently? I didn't tell you about the last time he interfered with me and Poyue Pavilion, but now he wants to take the initiative to cause trouble. If your sister finds out, she won't be angry to death!
"
"I'm the one who's so angry!" Cheng Xiaobai, whose face was full of resentment, glared at his best friend bitterly, "I was wondering why there was no letter from my sister some time ago. What did you say that she was too busy and had no time? Tell me, are you?
Did you already know that my sister was injured and bullied by that bastard?"
That bastard? Xi Shaoyuan chuckled.
Those who don't know are fearless, and only people like Cheng Xiaobai, who are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and don't know the heights of the world, dare to call the master of Poyue Pavilion like this.
"Yes, I know, but I also know that your sister will definitely be fine. Although that man is cold and murderous, he is still obsessed with your sister. He hurt someone that day, but it was just a matter of jealousy - he
The look in your sister's eyes cannot fool me."
Unexpectedly, Cheng Xiaobai didn't buy it. He raised his delicate eyebrows and hit his friend's ribs with his elbow: "You know everything. I don't care. Anyway, I must take my sister away this time. In a place like that
How can he live happily? If he dares to hurt my sister the first time, he will do it a second time. My sister can bear it, but I can’t."
"I'm afraid that you are a drunkard. Your intention is not in drinking, but in Miss Yun."
"You—" A look of embarrassment flashed across his eyes, and Cheng Xiaobai could only lower his eyebrows after muttering for a long time, his aura suddenly reduced by eight points, "How do you know everything?"
"Uncle said that." His free and clear smile remained unchanged.
Known as the Wuchen Prince, Cheng Xiaobai is sometimes elegant and noble, sometimes willful and romantic. Even Cheng Xianggong can't do anything to him. Only his close friend Xi Shaoyuan is his nemesis. The unruly but talented prince's young master
He seems to have a gentle personality, but in fact he often conquers all living beings with just a few words. He is immovable and subdued, and the straightforward and innocent Cheng Xiaobai is naturally no match for him.
Cheng Xiaobai was close to Xi Shaoyuan's peaceful and relaxed attitude, and Xi Shaoyuan liked Cheng Xiaobai's frankness and frankness. The two had only known each other for four years, but they fell in love with each other. One was a playboy, the other was a young talent, and they were both among the four young masters.
First, it is rare for someone to spread the word about Long Yang's broken sleeves. Whenever anyone talks about it, the two of them just look at each other and smile, pretending not to hear it.
The carriages and horses roared, and in just a moment, they arrived ten miles outside Lanling City. A little further on, they reached the towering vermilion tower of Poyue Pavilion. In the past, there were people guarding the area within a hundred meters of Poyue Pavilion. Since two months ago,
The civil unrest reduced the manpower, so there was no one to guard such a long distance, and the carriage could drive closer.
A few dozen steps away, in front of the Zhuqi Pavilion, several horses were riding on the spot in the spacious open space. On the horses were several men and women dressed in smart clothes. The leader of the man was dressed in black clothes, and he looked like a king in his movements. The woman in red next to him was
He looks plain, but his splendor appears.
Seeing the carriage approaching, Yun Yirong finally let go of her anxious heart.
The decision to go to southern Xinjiang was so sudden, Yun Yirong took the opportunity to buy medicine and went to report the news. Qian Dingzhu and Wan urged Cheng Xiaobai to stop the pavilion master and Hongxian this morning, otherwise they would not see each other again in a few months.
Not anymore than these two.
The nights are long and the dreams are many, so Hongxian can feel at ease if she leaves her earlier.
Hearing the sound of wheels in the distance, Wei Moyan frowned slightly, and showed a hint of impatience when he heard the voice inside the car.
"Sister!" Before the carriage had stopped, the figure in a light gold brocade robe rushed out of the carriage door anxiously and ran straight in front of the woman in red.
"Xiao Bai? What are you doing here?" Xia Qingluan said in a slightly reproachful tone.
Finally, her younger brother grew up safely under the care of an old minister of the Xiao family. He neither bore the blood feud of the Xiao family nor was tainted with the world's right and wrong. He was as flawless as white jade and as pure and kind as clear water. She tried her best to carry the hatred alone, just to not let it go.
The younger brother also dyed his hands black and carried the sin, and had warned him many times not to get even half a step closer to Poyue Pavilion, lest outsiders discover their relationship and cause trouble.
Cheng Xiaobai glanced at the handsome man next to him who immediately had a cold face, his expression of disgust was not concealed.
This kind of magnanimity is undoubtedly that of Wei Moyan.
"Sister, get out of this damn place and come back with me!"