Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Suddenly, the sound of young men and women laughing came to his ears, and "Xie Yun" turned around to look.

In March, willow trees sway by the stream like graceful dancers, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, as if cheering for the arrival of spring. The young leaves are just beginning to sprout, green and dripping, giving people a feeling of vitality.

In this beautiful scene, a man in gorgeous clothes, holding a gorgeous pink and white peony in his hand, said to the shy and timid beautiful girl in front of him with deep affection: "Ah He, I have been fond of you for a long time. Today I will give this peony to you and tell you my feelings. Ah He, are you willing to..."

His eyes were sincere, but his tone was filled with a hint of trepidation and anticipation.

"Ah Lang, I've been waiting for you to say this for many years!" The girl opposite covered her lips in surprise and cried with joy, "Since I met you, Ah He has dreamed of marrying you!"

"really?!"

The young man was filled with joy and could not believe it.

"Yeah." The girl nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Ah He, that's great!" The young man excitedly hugged his beloved in his arms.

The young boys and girls, who were just beginning to fall in love, hugged each other and whispered to each other, expressing their love.

The spring breeze blows, and the willow branches flutter, as if blessing the lovers. The tender green willow branches sway in the warm wind. The two people's inseparable figures are hidden in the mottled green shadows, blending with the beauty of nature, forming a romantic and warm picture.

In this beautiful season, their love is full of hope and vitality like this spring.

"Xie Yun" raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a gentle smile bloomed on his face. As he smiled, his eyes gradually became moist, and in an instant, tears fell along his cheekbones and into his mouth.

"Xie Yun" chewed the remaining dry food and found that today's dry food was very salty, astringent and bitter.

Xie Yun looked at the other older self, crying and laughing. He knew that he was envious, regretful and in pain. Such pure and passionate feelings were what he had always dreamed of, but also what he had missed because of his own rejection.

It’s such a pity that I couldn’t give Aqin a peony during the Shangsi Festival.

I seemed to hear the girl's voice again, "Cousin... Bo'an... I like you..."

Well, I like you too, Aqin.

Aqin, could you please not leave and stay with me longer?

He was wrong, he was not brave enough. Now, he no longer cared whether Aqin's feelings for him were pure or not, he just wanted her to come back...

A-Qin, A-Qin...

"Xie Yun" silently finished the last bite of dry food, drank some stream water, then patted the food crumbs on his body and stood up to continue his journey of cultivation.

After entering Jiankang City, he quietly went to Wuyi Lane. He stood at the corner and looked at the gate of Xie Mansion quietly for a long time, as if waiting for something.

Xie Yun knew that "he" wanted to see his mother again.

After an unknown amount of time, a luxurious carriage with the Xie family emblem on it came around the corner. "Xie Jun" hurriedly lowered his head, holding his tattered monk's robe and huddled in the corner.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate of Xie's house. The curtain was lifted, and a couple in gorgeous clothes got out, followed by a pair of cute children.

They are Xie Sanlang, his wife, and a pair of children.

Taifu Xie had long ago retired and was living a peaceful life with his wife. He had also given up the position of Langzhu, and Xie Qi was now the Langzhu of the Xie family.

His wife was the daughter of Huan from Qiao State. The couple loved each other very much and their children were also very smart.

The Xie family is also thriving and prospering.

That's enough.

"Xie Yun" looked at Sanlang holding the child, feeling a little regretful that she could not see her mother again.

Forget it. He no longer has the face to face his mother.

"Xie Yun" turned and left disappointed.

At this moment, Xie Qi seemed to sense something, but when he turned around he found nothing.

For some reason, he felt a sense of melancholy for no apparent reason.

I don't know how my brother is doing now...

"Xie Yun" left Wuyi Lane and Jiankang City. With only a bamboo cane and a simple package, he set out on his journey again.

After an unknown number of years, "Xie Yun" met his old friend again.

This time it was in Luoyang, where a war broke out with the Hu people, and Wang Zuo and Xie Qi came to supervise the army in the battle.

In the flames of war in Luoyang City, dust and smoke filled the air and people fled in all directions.

In this chaotic scene, "Xie Yun", who had become a monk, unexpectedly met his old friends Wang Zuo and Xie Qi.

"Xie Yun" is wearing a patched cassock, holding a rosary, with a smooth head and a calm face.

There was an otherworldly tranquility in his eyes, as if the noise of war had nothing to do with him.

Wang Xu had an expression of surprise and disbelief on his face. He stared at Xie Yun, looking him up and down, finally stopping at his weathered face.

Seeing his best childhood friend and cousin now looking so unfamiliar, Wang Zuo's eyes gradually became dry.

Xie Qi stood aside with a complex expression of emotions, including fear and sorrow about the war, as well as concern for her loved ones.

He also looked at Xie Yun with red eyes, and a trace of longing and sadness flashed in his eyes.

The three of them looked at each other silently in the chaos of war, speechless for a moment.

Outside the city there were the sounds of soldiers shouting and weapons clashing, but their attention was focused on each other.

Time seemed to stand still, only the flames of war continued to burn.

Finally, Wang Xu broke the silence. He asked in a trembling voice: "Boan, why are you..."

His lips trembled and his voice was hoarse: "Boan, these years... have you been okay?"

"Xie Yun" clasped his hands together, his face calm, and replied calmly: "I am fine, thank you for your concern."

After hearing this, Wang Xu and Xie Qi felt even more sad.

Bo An, Xie Yun, how could that proud and noble young man from an aristocratic family fall to such a state...

"Xie Yun" looked at the two men who had already grown beards and wrinkles, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.

How many years have passed?

He doesn't remember.

At present, Wuxie and Sanlang have already started their own families and careers. Their faces have become more mature, and their temperaments have become more restrained and steady.

"Bo'an, would you like to sit together?" Wang Xu said.

Just as Xie Yun was about to shake his head, Wang Xu quickly asked, "Don't you want to know about your aunt's news?"

"Xie Yun" paused, his heart sank, but he finally followed the two of them and found a teahouse to sit down.