Although the wedding was scheduled for two months later, the groom Cheng Xiaobai started busy early, sending out wedding invitations, organizing things, and spending a lot of time with Yun Yirong every day. Even Xi Shaoyuan, who rarely visited the house on weekdays,
Because I haven’t seen him for a long time, I brought Princess Lian Shi of Anping to visit my friend in person.
Yun Yirong has a gentle and low-key personality, and speaks in a soft voice without any coddling. Lian Shi, who is outspoken and fiery, is very fond of her. She was so happy that she gave her a lot of jewelry, silk and satin. Cheng Xiaobai stood there and giggled.
, Xi Shaoyuan smiled bitterly and sighed at such a prodigal princess.
"If you want to get married, it's as early as possible. Why do you have to wait until two months later?" the impatient Lian Shi complained.
Cheng Xiaobai shrugged: "There is no way, many of the people we have to invite are far away, and my sister and that shabby pavilion master went to enjoy the mountains and rivers. No matter what, they won't be back until next month. Miss Yun
After all, she is someone from Poyue Pavilion, and I only have this one sister, so of course I have to wait for her to come back."
"Traveling in the mountains and rivers?" Xi Shaoyuan laughed out loud, "As a Hongxian girl, you only know how to have fun. You are the only one who can be so carefree. Whatever you want to write is inseparable from playing."
"If you go to Qifu Mountain, you can either burn incense and worship Buddha or enjoy the winter plum blossoms and first snowfall. Instead of touring the mountains and rivers, why not ask for Buddha's blessing?" Cheng Xiaobai retorted unconvinced.
"Qi Buddha Mountain?!" Lian Shi suddenly looked surprised, "Your sister and the master of Poyue Pavilion went to Qi Buddha Mountain?"
Cheng Xiaobai nodded, not knowing why Lian Shi was so surprised when he heard this: "I want to go, but I haven't set off yet."
Qifoshan is located at the junction of Jiangnan and the Central Plains. It has been an important place for Buddhism since ancient times. In addition, the mountains are covered with snow and red plum blossoms in winter. It has always been a place that the literati of the Jingguo talked about. It was also a place where the emperor and relatives often burned incense.
This is where the Buddhist temple is located. Normally Lianshi wouldn't be too surprised. After all, there is no ban on Qifu Mountain and anyone can go there. But it is different when Hongxian appears there.
Hongxian, the leader of Taiwei Hall in Poyue Pavilion, was a wanted criminal from the imperial court with a heavy bounty on his head. Many important officials in the imperial court had died at his hands. However, the people in the world were not like ordinary people. It would be difficult to hunt down, capture and execute him.
Difficult, especially since she is related to Poyue Pavilion. For these reasons, no one has ever taken off the reward notices hanging in front of the government offices. A few months ago, it was rumored that Hongxian was punished by his father.
After killing General Xiao Shouchiu, if this is true, her hatred and killing of some officials can be explained, and the reason for Lian Shi's shock also stems from this matter.
In a few days, Eunuch Jin, the eunuch who was responsible for supervising the execution, will go to Qifu Mountain to pray for his father.
"Xiao Bai, when will your sister leave?"
"If we leave, it seems to be in two or three days." Cheng Xiaobai was confused when Xi Shaoyuan suddenly pulled him secretly next to him. The close friend who had known each other for many years immediately understood that this meant telling him to stop talking.
Whatever Xi Shaoyuan said was right, Cheng Xiaobai firmly believed it, so he immediately stopped talking and turned to other things.
The impetuous Lian Shi only sat for a moment and then left, as if there was something urgent that needed to be dealt with.
"Xiao Bai, don't tell Lian Shi too much about Poyue Pavilion. After all, the imperial court and Poyue Pavilion are in opposition. If you are not careful, you will become a victim caught in the middle." Xi Shaoyuan patted his friend's shoulder.
, with a lazy and gentle smile, "When you have time, just stay with your sweetheart. Whatever happens, I will be there to support you."
Xi Shaoyuan didn't know that his unintentional words of comfort would actually come true.
————————————————————————After returning to Poyue Pavilion from Qinglianwu, Xia Qingluan seemed to have become a different person.
In other words, it goes back to the original red string.
Indifferent and cold, her eyes could not tolerate anyone or anything. She was neither sad nor happy like the fireworks of the world. She neither cried nor laughed. Even Zixiu, who was once the closest to her, could not say a few words to her.
Wei Moyan knew that he really hurt her this time, but it all stemmed from a conspiracy and not his fault. So what if he knew, she didn't trust him very much in the first place, compared to what Wan Qi Haoyue had seen with her own eyes.
, she became more and more desperate for him. In the intrigue, he was the most innocent person.
For one year, for a whole year, he spent everything he had just to win her approval, but unexpectedly the two of them grew farther and farther apart. The relationship that was once dull was better than the relationship that is now only maintained by mere obsession.
But at least she is still around, she still has a chance to prove that she can give everything for her, and she still has a long life waiting for her to change her mind, which is enough.
On the fifth floor of the attic, a figure drinking alone began to appear again. The long gown was jet black with vermilion at the corners. His eyes were as blurry as mist, and he could see thousands of mountains and rivers on the other side, as if he had seen death from life, but he was still obsessed with it.
The afterimage of her silently pouring wine is still vaguely imprinted on the cup, but it is as fragile as an phantom and will break at the touch of a touch.
"Do you want to just spend it like this?" The violet-colored face was as gentle as water, and she gently put a single cloak on him. The sick look on her face became more serious than in the past few days.
"Otherwise, what else can we do?"
There was a low cough that was deliberately concealed but failed. Wei Moyan turned around, took off his single cloak and put it on Zixiu's back. This trivial movement was something that was unattainable in the past.
Zixiu had to admit that it was the red string that made him become more like a human being, rather than a god and demon conquering the world. The Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, who once stood on the top of the pavilion and looked down upon the mortal world, towered over all living beings, and his radiance made people dare not look directly at him until
Meeting the doomed fate. Ever since one day when he and the equally arrogant and sensitive woman were fighting swords, Wei Moyan has become a demigod. From unconscious killing to staining the country with blood for her, he has feelings and understands
After cherishing it, I finally had a following figure in my eyes.
Why do these two people who rely on each other to protect each other in the war of troubled times have to go through so many hardships and always pass by misunderstandings and conflicts? That heartbreaking Three Thousand Strings Music should not be...
It plays at the separation of life and death.
"If you don't believe her, how can she believe you?"
The peaceful figure remained silent.
Zixiu took off the hairpin with gold beads on the top of her head, and placed the huge luminous pearl in Wei Moyan's hand: "Crush it."
He didn't ask why, but he squeezed it hard, and when he opened his palm again, there was only a pile of fine sand.
"Hold it tight." He wrapped his slightly cold hands outside, clenched his palms into fists, and turned them over again. The fine beads of sand slipped out and fell to the ground from between his fingers.
"The human heart is like sand. The harder you hold it, the faster it passes." Gently open your palm, there is not much left in it.
Zixiu once again held the warm hand and touched the side of her face, her eyes as calm as the silent night outside the building.
"As long as you care about me, I, Yun Yueying, will die without any regrets, and I will never think about him again. My remaining wish in this life is to see you and Hongxian speak in the same voice and cherish each other."
She was Wei Moyan's unmarried wife, and she was supposed to be the heroine of the Seventh Level Zhu Pavilion. However, she had already made up her mind when she was withering in the brothel, and she was determined to find someone who was qualified to be with him for the rest of his life.
Even if it costs her life, she is willing to do so.