Nongyu opened the door and saw Ju Shuang standing at the door with Lu Yan in her arms. The smell of alcohol hit her face. She was stunned for a moment, and then she was about to help Lu Yan to accept it, "Sister, your husband actually drank alcohol?"
"Well, he's drunk."
Ju Shuang responded calmly, walked straight past her outstretched hands, hugged Lu Yan and lay down on the bed in the room.
Nong Yu's hand froze in mid-air. The moment it was misplaced, she could feel the coldness radiating from Ju Shuang's body, but she didn't understand where the coldness came from.
"Sister..." Nongyu turned around and gave Ju Shuang a forced smile, walked over to check on Lu Yan's condition, and said at the same time, "Sister, you have to work so hard again."
"It's nothing, I'm used to it." Ju Shuang also smiled back, took a step back and stood to the side. She watched Nong Yu make the bed and take care of Lu Yan's clothes, her lips and teeth were half exposed, she hesitated to speak, and finally just
He exhaled and said, "Young master, I'll leave it to you."
"Well, sister, you should rest early."
Looking back and seeing Nong Yu taking care of Lu Yan, Ju Shuang finally left the room without saying a word.
Even when he was drunk, what Lu Yan was thinking about was that sword dance. He would rather despise himself as an actor than tell the world that he was willing to be with Nong Yu.
In Ju Shuang's eyes, the reason why Lu Yan is lonely and painful now is because of Nong Yu's existence, because Nong Yu makes him endure more inner torture even when he kills his enemies.
Resentment, an unreasonable resentment, arose in her heart. Even Ju Shuang himself realized that his resentment against Nong Yu was unreasonable.
However, if the young master's wife had nothing to do with Zi Nu, wouldn't he be so sad? He might even get really drunk for the first time in more than ten years.
With this thought in mind, she walked aimlessly into the courtyard.
The scene at Little Sage's Villa emerged in the empty courtyard under the moonlight. At that time, Yan'er was still a baby, and Lu Yan was lost in the sea of books. He was the only one in her life except Yan'er.
It's a pity that the top killer who has been trained since childhood was unaware of the feelings that had taken root since then. By the time he noticed it, it was already too late.
If Lu Yan had followed him when he said he was going to South Korea, would everything, including today's helpless situation, have changed...
If after Wei Wuji, he could understand the emotions between people a little better, wouldn't it be...
It's a pity that there is no what if in this world.
"Heh~"
Ju Shuang sighed self-deprecatingly, raised the Changhong Sword, closed her eyes and used the Changhong Sword Technique freely. Each move had no corresponding internal strength and was just a mere form, but it was evident that she was familiar with this set of sword techniques.
After finishing the move of a set of swords, footsteps suddenly came from outside the court. She followed the sound and looked over, and saw Nong Yu walking towards her.
"It's late at night, why is my sister carrying Qiulu here to learn swordsmanship?"
Ju Shuang sheathed her sword and stood up. She calmed her breathing first and then replied: "It's just a whim. Why did you come out? Where is the young master?"
Nongyu's steps slowly stopped, her starry eyes stared at the Changhong Sword in her hand, and then her eyes turned to her face, "My husband, he sleeps very deeply. It seems that he is not good at drinking."
"Well, indeed." Ju Shuang nodded, with a sigh in his voice, "Over the years, it's rare that he takes the initiative to drink."
"Then this time, it's you too, sister..."
"That's right. The Baili Qingshuo I specially took was said to be the most precious wine from Zhao Ling, Lord Pingyuan."
"..."
After Ju Shuang's words, Nong Yu couldn't help but fall into silence. This period of silence, as well as her delicate and melancholy look, made Gu Shuang even more unable to suppress the emotions in her heart.
"So you know the master's condition."
The words turned cold, and her concise sentence had exposed her mentality. Nongyu faced her angry face, her tone was still gentle, "Sister is dissatisfied with Nongyu."
"Do you know what the young master said and did when he was drunk?"
Now that his attitude has been revealed and the other party is a thoughtful person, Gu Shuang simply no longer tries to hide it. You have your own difficulties in doing jade, but I just don't want to see the young master in pain because of you.
"The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen since. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness. He said that he finally understood this poem.
He said, "The heaven and the earth are infinite, so why do we encounter impermanence? How can we be solitary and stand alone without a group of others?"
What he never forgets is the sword dance you arranged for him. The celebration with the people. He just wants to abandon this so-called noble body in front of the people of the world and become an actor like you. Him!"
Ju Shuang's resentment, in the fierce words, finally turned into a tearful ending: "But it was me who drank with him today, not you!"
Nongyu's pretty face turned pale when she heard this, because her teeth were clenched tightly and her red lips were a strange color.
She knew, she knew everything Gu Shuang said. Whether it was Lu Yan's thoughts contained in the sword dance, or the loneliness of being alone in this world, as his wife, she knew it.
But Zi Nufang died under Lu Yan's sword, and she herself didn't even recover. If we really want to talk about the pain in her heart, who should heal these wounds for whom?
She lowered her eyebrows and tried her best to continue: "Sister, since you care, you should make it clear to your husband. You know his character very well. If you open your mouth, he will definitely live up to this feeling."
"Buzz~"
After the words fell, murderous intent suddenly arose, the Changhong sword roared, the red sword blade trembled slightly in front of Nongyu, Gu Shuang held the sword in one hand, his face was as cold as ice.
"If he doesn't live up to this feeling? If he doesn't live up to me, he will live up to you. If he doesn't live up to you, he will choose to destroy himself. I don't need your pity, and I don't have the confidence for you to speak so arrogantly, sir."
During the days when she was serving her sentence at the border, Ju Shuang had already decided to spend her life like this. The relationship between Lu Yan and herself had been deeply imprinted in many years of life. Family members are not better than family members, so why bother to turn this relationship into a relationship?
The love between men and women.
It was true that she sometimes envied Nongyu, but she didn't want Lu Yan to break her heart in half one day. At this moment, Nongyu's words completely angered her.
"There are still five days until the celebration, huh."
After the explosive momentum subsided, Ju Shuang gave Nong Yu one last cold look and turned to leave. As soon as she took two steps, she turned back and threw the Changhong Sword over.
Nong Yu took the sword with both hands and looked at her gorgeous and heroic back, unable to regain her composure for a moment.
Sister, I'm really not as good as you. But, I'm sorry...
She stood there for a long time, caressing the Changhong Sword, and then she drew the sword and swung it. The light of the sword was like a cloud, and the figure was like a dragon flying. It was the sword dance he had choreographed for Lu Yan.
The jade woman lightly dances her sword, and the moon and snow fall all over the courtyard.
Nong Yu just practiced this sword dance several times under the empty court. It wasn't until the moon seemed to be sinking that she put away her sword and returned to her room.