Chapter 19: Everyone Has Lovesickness on the Way Back
Within a few days, the 12th branch of the Poyue Pavilion was in turmoil. Many children were temporarily taken back to Lanling City, and they were guarding everywhere. Fortunately, the alliances of various sects were also stranded near Shuangtianzhai for some reason and could not go south. The besiege cannot be called back and cleared out the branch.
After hearing the news, Zi Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the Alliance Sect really attacked, the Poyue Pavilion at present had no defense at all. There was no news about the people sent to chase the Pavilion Master. I don’t know if they were ambushed on the way or What's going on there? Without Wei Moyan, Poyue Pavilion would be like a burying eggs in the wind, shaking.
"It seems that Young Master Ye Tan of the Poison King Valley stopped those people." In the conference hall, Chen Yuqing and several other hall masters and deputy hall masters were frowning deeply.
"The matter of the Wanqi family has not been found out yet. If Young Master Ye Tan believes that it was the work of the Pavilion Master, it is not impossible to stop him."
Shaozai turned his head, but he couldn't figure out what Zi Xiu said: "Wanqi Haoyue should be standing on the Chonghua Sect side, why should he stop the siege of various sects?"
The slender figure leaning against the desk of the book spoke lightly: "To avenge yourself."
Hua Yu had dealt with Wanqi Haoyue when he was following Xia Qingluan. Although the peerless mysterious young master was not good at fists and feet, his eyes were deep but very comparable. He was considered a smart person who was not inferior to the Pavilion Master. But if he wanted to It would be a bit empowering to shake the entire Poyue Pavilion with one's own strength.
"No matter what, it is a desperate situation for us to be able to hold back the offensive of the alliance sects to the south. Whether he wants to take revenge in the future, at least he has enough time to wait for the Pavilion Master to come." Everyone has become accustomed to Wei Moyan's absence. He obeyed Zi Xiu not only because her status was second only to that of the Pavilion Master, but also was convinced by her decisive and sophisticated style of conduct, and her ability was no less than that of other men in the Pavilion.
Just as we were about to discuss it in detail, the rushing footsteps came from outside the door, and the Tianshitang family in charge of communication rushed into the conference hall with sweat.
"Here you back! The Pavilion Master is back!"
The elegant rouge fragrance instantly swept into the corridor in front of the door. Looking from afar, the black and red figures intertwined one after another, and were about to reach the attic.
The high heart fell to the ground, and after several days of nervousness, I finally waited for the two of them to return.
The people arrived at the platform in front of the pavilion. Wei Moyan raised his head. On the second floor of the corridor, the ridge of the skirt was light, and the familiar figure had already turned down the stairs and rushed straight toward.
"It's considered back. If you haven't been there in the past few days, you'll have changed. Send someone to find you-" Before he finished speaking, the person who jumped off immediately pulled up the slender wrists in the sleeves of the pansy and gently tapped his pulse. He was thick and heavy. The deep breath is cold and solemn.
The pulse is messy and weak, and even those who do not understand medical principles can immediately know that this is the manifestation of a serious illness. Such a weak body dares to work hard day and night, which is tantamount to seeking death.
With him here, why bother to such a desperate situation?
Wei Moyan didn't know who should blame her, was it her own wishful thinking, or her own coldness, indifference, and unfaithfulness?
Every year, every day, Zi Xiu always stays by his side quietly, firmer and more reliable than anyone else. She has never asked for anything, status, or status, as if it is natural to give him a contribution, for His path to revenge, kingly hegemony, even his life can be ignored. In terms of his efforts, I don’t know how many more Xia Qingluan turns into a few turns. His fingertips are marriageable, and his teacher’s words are all turned into bubbles because of his selfishness. Yu Liushui, but she didn't even complain, and just stood behind him gently, dyeing him blood and killing him. He saw everything in his eyes but deliberately ignored it.
It was not until the impending momentum that he suddenly felt reluctant to let go. The gentle woman who knew the cold and cold and right and wrong had already been buried deep in her heart. She was not love, but she could never give up.
"From today on the way, Ziwei Hall will be handed over to Hua Yu, so you don't have to be the master of the hall." Qinglong was still there, but the gentleness flowed in her eyes for the first time. The few people who followed him heard this
He couldn't help but look at each other - Zi Xiu is the highest-ranking subordinate in the cabinet, and has always been the closest person to the cabinet master. Why did he suddenly want to quit her power?
Although the others were confused, Zi Xiu vaguely understood his intention and looked at Xia Qingluan again. His face, which deliberately restrained his expression, was not sad or happy, but the faint and cold silence in his eyes could not deceive anyone.
Sighing lightly, you can kill people's lives without making any sense, but you still can't lose the word "good" in your bones.
"It's useless to adjust your body, so why bother with time?"
"Living one more day is one day. Relax with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about other things." The more Zi Xiu showed no concern, the harder Wei Moyan would be to let go. Her calmness would only make him feel more indebted.
Anything he said was certainly true, and it would be useless to argue. Zi Xiu could only nod in silence.
"I'll talk about other things later, I'll send you back to rest."
The steady figure supported Zi Xiu, who had a bad face, and walked into the pavilion without looking at the woman in red shirt behind her. Xia Qingluan crossed the horse and suddenly became at a loss. She should follow them as a sudden foil.
Should we stay away from those two people? One is the dragon among humans, the other is the phoenix of the nine heavens. The light flows like a couple of gods and fairies, and the outstanding figure standing on the top of the clouds should not have been defiled.
What's more, Zi Shu is so important that he can stop taking over the hegemony again, and even speak coldly to himself.
"Master of the Hall?" Shaozai had never seen Xia Qingluan's expression. He was confused and sad, and was ashamed and lost his anger.
"I'm fine. You guys go back first, I want to take a walk by the river."
Although she was worried, Shaozai knew that she should not be disturbed by her at this time, so he had to leave silently.
The shallow grass on the Lanling River is insufficient, and the frost is white in the slight cold. The cold wind blowing from the river is mixed with the unique smell of autumn, but it is difficult to linger.
It was here that day, Zi Xiu told her that secret that she had little time.
If someone else was obsessed with Wei Moyan, Xia Qingluan would never meddle in other people's business and urge him to force him, but Zi Xiu is different. Her gentleness and kindness are the only one in the cruel and cold world that can make Xia Qingluan feel close and trusted. How about
Can you watch her get heartbroken?
The leaves fell and circled, and the feeling of being peeped came again, exactly the same as when they were in the deep forests of southern Xinjiang. Xia Qingluan secretly tightened the red feelings, the cold thin lines were tied at the fingertips, and the thousand-year-old fox tendons and the cold air of indifferent bones and blood were covered by
The palm of your hand is waiting for meat and soul to eat at any time and anywhere.
"Come out, you'll go from Nanjiang to Lanling but don't take action. What's your purpose?"
The dense green willow branches and leaves trembled not far away, and the seemingly thin figure quietly stepped on the vast grassland. The face of age was a little excited, and the originally restrained aura suddenly became messy.
"You are..." A familiar feeling surged into my heart. Xia Qingluan's eyebrows were hesitating. The red demon light flashed in the black eyes of the man opposite brought the memory back to the distant and obscure past.
There was once a man holding her and coaxing her, taking her around to play, buying malt sugar for her in the noisy streets, running on the sparsely populated wasteland, guarding her and protecting her, like a treasure.
After several times of throat twitching, dry lips stuttering, the man only said three words.
And these three words are enough to make Xia Qingluan relax and let go of all her vigilance.