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In April, it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sky was foggy, light rain was falling, and the sun had been hiding behind thick clouds for nearly three days.The willow trees on both sides of the road were soaked by the rain and their roots were rotten.

Lin'an hid in the ruined temple, and frowned when he smelled the musty smell from his clothes soaked in water but not dry.

It rained for three days, and the remaining paint on the gate of the ruined temple was washed away by the rain. The roof of the ruined temple had already begun to leak rain, and it rained heavily outside and lightly rained inside.

Lin'an was worried that if the rain continued like this, he would really have nowhere to go if the ruined temple was flooded and collapsed.

After moving the straw and putting it on the crossed legs of the god statue in the ruined temple, Lin'an raised his eyebrows and said to the god statue:

"Nudd Bodhisattva, we are both hard-working people. Your place is high and will not be flooded. I will squeeze with you tonight. Don't be stingy." After speaking, he turned over and jumped into the arms of the statue. , pulled the straw to his body, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Snow, overwhelming snow.The wilderness is empty, there is nothing around, and the whole world is white.

In the distance, he saw a black dot approaching slowly.

From the initial blur to the later gradually clear.

That black dot is a person.

Wearing a black cloak with a fox fur collar.

Gradually approaching, the man's face was also clearly seen, with a graceful demeanor and a white and indifferent face.

It's Xueyi!

Breathing heavily, Lin'an seemed to feel that all the heavy snow and ice had pierced into his throat, making him unable to breathe.

Holding his breath in his chest, his heart was in a tearing pain, he opened his eyes suddenly and saw a piece of darkness, and the white scene left in his mind made his head a little dizzy.

He sat up slowly, staring blankly ahead with his eyes wide open.

After a long time, he put his hand on his forehead and gently rubbed his aching temple. He was about to go out for a walk when he heard a group of people approaching the ruined temple.

There were more than ten people coming, their footsteps were soft, Lin An frowned, he was afraid they were experts.

He quickly lay down and took straw to cover himself, closed his eyes and pretended to be in a deep sleep.

After a while, the sound of wind and rain mixed with the sound of footsteps knocked open the rotten wooden door of the ruined temple.

In front were ten strong men in bunts. If you looked carefully, you would find that they were all strapped with weapons.As soon as the ten people entered the ruined temple, they searched the inside and outside of the ruined temple. The leader saw Lin'an, who looked like a beggar on the statue, pretending to be sleeping. He didn't wake Lin'an up and sent him away. Standing next to Lin'an to watch the night, he neither wanted to embarrass Lin'an nor wanted to monitor Lin'an.

Behind the ten men in bunts followed a young man slowly, wearing an ordinary cotton white robe and a scholar's scarf on his head, and beside him was a little book boy holding an umbrella for him.

When the ten men saw the young man coming in, they all bent down and cupped their fists to salute:

"Lord!"

The young man looked indifferent, sitting in the clean place that everyone had cleaned and arranged, he said to the leader:

"You guys should rest too."

The voice was cold, but it sounded like thunder in Lin'an's ears!

Lin'an resisted the urge to open his eyes, his hands under the straw clenched into fists and his veins burst out.

It's Xueyi!

How could he be here?

What is he doing here?

Although Xue Yi asked everyone to rest, the big man in the lead still arranged night duty manpower, lit a fire in front of Xue Yi, and then everyone dispersed around Xue Yi to rest.

Xue Yi's eyes were calm, sitting in a clean resting place built by the crowd with wood and straw from the ruined temple, holding the boiled hot water handed to him by the little book boy, looking around the ruined temple, seeing Lin'an on the statue. Shi also only paused for a while before looking away.

Lin'an heard his own heart beating like thunder, and the hatred in his heart made his eyes tear. First, he dreamed of Xueyi at night, and then the new emperor, who was supposed to be in the imperial capital, appeared in this misty and rainy Jiangnan town.

Lin'an was so nervous that he even felt the burning pain on Yi Liorong's face. He thought that he would never see Xue Yi again in this life, but he never thought about it. He was still playing tricks.

The little book boy beside Xue Yi is only 12 years old, but he is just like his master at such a young age, with a serious face and a mature face.

The little child sat under Xueyi's head, looked at Xueyi holding the teacup but looked dazed, raised his face and asked Xueyi:

"My lord, since you have already collected the body of Master Shiba in Ziyun Pass, why don't we just go back to Beijing? Why do you want to go to Jiangnan?"

Lin'an was stunned when he heard the little book boy's words, Xue Yi personally took people to Ziyun Pass to collect his body?

He found a corpse of his own age in the beggar's nest in Ziyunguan, his face was scratched, and he set fire to the ruined temple. The corpse had a string of Xianbei jade left by his mother left on him. A long-lived lock.

Because the longevity lock is his most important personal item after exile, and there is only one string in the world. Only by keeping the longevity lock, all those who care about him will really believe that Lin'an, that is, the former Eighteenth Prince Chang'an already dead.

Lin'an guessed that Xue Yi would send someone to examine the dead body and pretend to be dead, but he did not expect that Xue Yi would personally come to collect his body.

Lin'an sneered inwardly, why did he find his body?To flog the corpse or to dismember it?I really won't let him go even if I die.

After calming down, I continued to listen to the conversation between the master and servant.

Xue Yi glanced at the little book boy who had grown up, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"It's nothing, it's just that I used to lead soldiers to some places where the weather was cold and the days were short, and I always wanted to see how beautiful Jiangnan is, as the literati said, "River flowers are red at sunrise, and rivers are as green as blue in spring."

Xue Yi seldom said such words, originally the little book boy had no hope for Xue Yi to answer his questions.

The little book boy was surprised to see Xue Yi, who has been different since he came to Jiangnan, and asked subconsciously:

"My lord, have you ever led soldiers?"

Xue Yi looked at the pile of burning and crackling firewood in front of him, her cold eyes showed no emotion:

"Well, I brought it a long time ago."

That was a long, long time ago, when Lin'an was still Chang'an.

That year, his father sent him to lead troops to wipe out the remnants of the Zhangyi rebels in Yunnan, but because he was not familiar with the situation in Yunnan, he fell into an ambush by the rebels, and when he was dying, Chang'an led troops to show up to relieve his siege, and to save him Blocked an arrow in the chest for him.

That arrow cost Chang An half his life and his heart.

Xue Yi didn't show any expression on her face, but she felt pain in her heart, her fingers holding the teacup turned white and lost all color.

When he was young, he had a very good relationship with Chang'an.

He still remembers that one day the weather was fine, the sun shone on Xue Yi's desk through the window of the East Nuan Pavilion in the East Palace, Xue Yi was finishing the homework left by the Taifu, Chang'an ran in with the sunshine and leaned on Xue Yi Clinging to Xueyi, she asked Xueyi to tell him what Jiangnan is like.

Xue Yi put down the pen in her hand, wrapped Chang An's waist with one hand, pinched Chang An's nose, bent her eyebrows, and there were two deep dimples at the corners of her mouth:

"Why does the eighteenth brother want to know about Jiangnan?"

Changan curled his lips and folded his arms around his chest, it was so cool:

"The master and the queen mother said every day how beautiful and vast the Xianbei grassland is, how holy the Tianshan Mountains are, and how sacred the holy lake is. My ears are almost callused. The emperor also said that Jiangnan is the real fairyland on earth, but I have never I’ve been there, so I want to hear from Prince Edward and compare it with me.”

Later, Chang'an followed the general of the gods to fight abroad all year round, and they went to the barren lands of the barbarians. He had never seen what Jiangnan looked like with his own eyes.When Changan talked about Jiangnan with Xueyi, he only said:

"I used to lead soldiers to places where the weather was cold and the days were short. I always wanted to see how beautiful Jiangnan is, as the literati said, "River flowers are red at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring." Lin'an has been Forgot that he said this, but Xue Yi still remembered.

Everyone has a Jiangnan dream in their hearts, in which the flowers are blooming like a brocade, misty and rainy.

So is Lin'an.

As soon as he left Ziyun Pass, he was in the territory of Xianbei. Lin'an hesitated for a long time but finally did not take a step forward. He was afraid of seeing the herds of sheep and horses that his mother said on the Xianbei grassland, the Tianshan Mountains where the gods of the ancestors were enshrined, and even the flying snow in the sky. He tried his best to escape from the north, from the snowy place, from the place where his heart ached when he thought about it.

He lost too many things, his mother didn't serve her before she died, and she lost herself in the end, so what face would he have to go back?

He could only flee in a hurry one step away from his hometown, like a bereaved dog.

A tear slipped down the corner of Lin'an's eye, fortunately the ruined temple was too dark and no one noticed him, he raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears with the tattered sleeve, sat up and threw the straw off his body and jumped under the Buddha statue.

Lin'an moved like stars guarding the moon. The dozen or so men guarding Xueyi stood up one after another and drew out the weapons hidden on their bodies, looking at Lin'an as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Xue Yi, who was sitting in the center of the crowd, did not move, just quietly watching the bonfire burning in front of him, unable to let go of anything else in his eyes.

Lin'an focused his eyes on Xue Yi who was in the center of the crowd. Xue Yi was dressed in cotton white robes, with a scribe scarf on his head, with a graceful and elegant demeanor and a handsome face, no matter how you looked at it, he was a clean scholar.

Lin'an looked at Xue Yi with a straight face, and at that moment his expression was extremely confused. No matter how the status and status of the two of them changed over the years, he firmly believed in his position in Xue Yi's heart, and firmly believed that the relationship between the two would not change a bit. I firmly believe that he can always stand by Xueyi's side.

Until the rainy night when my father died two years ago.There was a trace of sarcasm on his face, Xue Yi looked at the well-dressed clothes, but in fact, his essence had already rotted into a pile of black water.

Even though more than a dozen men took precautions against Lin'an, they still easily came to Xue Yi's side. At this moment, Xue Yi turned his attention to the young man in rags and sallow face. There was no trace of contempt and embarrassment in his deep eyes. Come lightly.

To be precise, there has never been any emotion in Xue Yi's eyes after succeeding to the throne.

On Wuli Xueyi is far from being Lin'an's opponent, Lin'an thought, if he raises his hand to cut Xueyi's neck now, the dozen or so men in front of him will not be able to stop him in time.

Lin'an slowly approached Xue Yi, just like in a dream, Xue Yi's face became clearer and clearer in Lin'an's eyes, the eyebrows and eyes he stroked before, the lips he kissed.

He can even see his own reflection clearly presented in Xue Yi's eyes.

As long as he stretched out his hand, he could cut Xue Yi's neck, killing intent emerged, but it dissipated when he saw Xue Yi's right arm. He knew that Xue Yi's right arm was almost disabled, and although writing was not difficult, it was impossible. To draw a bow and shoot an arrow, that arm was forfeited for him.

Xiaoshu Tonghu stood in front of Xueyi, and angrily questioned Lin'an:

"Bold, what do you want to do?"

Lin An walked past Xue Yi, the incense that Xue Yi used was very cold, just like him.

Killing intent flashed in Lin'an's heart, and sorrow welled up in his heart, since he had already decided not to be Lin'an anymore, but his heart was still mad with hatred:

"What do you do? You guys have occupied my beggar's den. I can't sleep because of the noise. Now I leave the place to you and I can go." After finishing speaking in a hoarse voice, regardless of other people's reactions He left quickly without returning.

He doesn't want to meet Xue Yi anymore, even after he dies, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Xue Yi anymore.

Xueyi was thoughtful after hearing Lin'an's voice, and the little book boy muttered:

"What a freak."

The sky outside the ruined temple was as black as ink, and the rain kept falling.

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