Gong Lianyangxuan knew that he was dreaming, because in the dream he was still a disciple of Fan Yaofeng. His master had high expectations for him, and he also had excellent martial arts skills, but none of this was what he wanted most.
What he wanted was just the girl who liked purple clothes, his Shuzi, someone he should have nothing to do with in his life, but he fell in love with her, and for her, he was willing to give up his martial arts.
However, Shuzi committed suicide by taking poison to maintain his final dignity as a man. She did not want him to kneel down and beg for mercy from others, and she did not want him to give up his position as the leader and his peerless martial arts for her own sake.
So... Shuzi chose to sacrifice.
Every time he dreamed back, he would always dream about Shu Zi, the beginning of childhood sweethearts, and the ending of things changing and people changing.
The spring when pear blossoms bloom, the summer when white lotuses sway gently, the autumn when chrysanthemums bloom, and the winter when red plum blossoms stand alone. Day by day, month by month, year by year, how long will it be in this life? Only that faint purple will be gone after all.
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"Shu Zi...what's wrong with us..."
"You did nothing wrong."
Hearing someone replying to him in his ear, Gong Lianyang was startled and opened his eyes. What caught his eye was Ji Yuanqing's face. However, those peach blossom eyes were a bit frivolous and ambiguous no matter how you looked at them.
"Ji Yuanqing."
"Oh, Mr. Gonglian is really smart, he actually remembered my name!" Ji Yuanqing laughed exaggeratedly, shaking the red plum folding fan cheerfully in his hand.
Gong Lian Yangxuan didn't say anything, he just looked at Ji Yuanqing calmly, and gradually remembered that the young man pretending to be a storyteller rescued him from the attackers last night, but brought him back by force. However, this Ji Yuanqing took that
The young man called him "Young Master". From his eyes, the relationship between the two people was as close as the bed.
The folk customs of Feng State are not conservative. In ancient times, there were affairs between men and women, and it was not new for men to have equal wives and live in the same house. However, seeing it in person still made Gong Lianyangxun feel uncomfortable all over.
Realizing that Gong Lian Yangxuan had been staring at him, Ji Yuanqing couldn't help laughing and said: "Master Gong Lian is looking at me intently. Are you also confused by my beauty?"
"I just look at you and think it's strange. You keep turning on the fan in this winter, aren't you cold?" Gong Lianxuan sat up from the bed. He wanted to straighten his messy clothes, but suddenly found that his clothes were in a mess.
It had been changed, which made his face suddenly darken.
Feeling that Gong Lian Yangxuan seemed to have misunderstood something, but having been harmed by him just now, Ji Yuanqing would naturally not tell the truth about the matter, so he snorted coldly and said: "Although I am under the command of the young master,
I am destined to spend one night with you, but they say that one night of marriage will lead to a hundred days of grace. If there is really something wrong with me, wouldn't you have to be a widow..."
Before Ji Yuanqing finished speaking, he saw Gong Lianyangxun casually picking up the candlestick on the side and stabbing him. The candle on the candlestick had been removed, and the long thorn was exposed. If he was injured by the thorn that fixed the candle,
, it will hurt no matter what.
Ji Yuanqing quickly dodged, and then tried to stop Gong Lian Yangxun with his backhand, but was surprised to find that Gong Lian Yangxun's moves were quite clever, but it was a pity that he had no internal strength, and his moves were just flashy.
In just three moves, Ji Yuanqing knocked the candlestick out of Gong Lian Yangxuan's hand, and then pushed Gong Lian Yangxun away: "Have you... been disabled in martial arts?"
