Charming beauty

Dawn breaks, and the dawn is drunk.

Yi opened the window a little more to make the room brighter, then he looked at the figure in the bed that hadn't moved all night, sighed softly, turned over and jumped out of the window.

At sunrise, the room was still quiet. When the golden sunlight slid across the window lattice and entered the room, a phantom floated to the window. He raised his head slightly, his face was white with no trace of blood, and he raised his eyes faintly. His eyes were pitch black. Looking out of the window, the black sky is like agate.

Beside the open window, the branches and leaves of several peach trees are swaying slowly with the breeze. On the empty branches, the peach blossoms have all fallen, and it is unknown when the peach leaves have become so lush.Gently caressed by the breeze, he slowly stretched out his hand to caress the irregularly patterned peach leaves, and murmured a smile at the corner of his mouth, as soft as a mist.

"Unknowingly, the flowering period has passed..."

"Young master, let's eat something first." Yi turned in from the other side of the window, put the hot steamed bun on the table, looked up at Nalan Mei who was smiling suddenly by the window, and said softly Said: "You will not be able to bear this body."

"I can't eat any more, so you can relax first." Nalan Mei said with her back turned to him, her voice was faint and trance.

Yi stared at his back in silence for a moment, then said, "If the young master feels guilty, why not go face to face with him, maybe..."

"No, it's actually quite good..." Nalan Mei turned around and looked at him, with a fairy-like smile in her jade face, illusory and unreal, "...I don't have to worry about how to keep up with him anymore." There is a distance, from now on... let's get along like this, whether it's an enemy or a friend..."

"But what if he chooses to leave? If he doesn't go to Wuliang Mountain...has the young master thought about the consequences?..."

"Leave..." Nalan Mei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said slowly, "Then let him go..."

"The plan..."

"Cancel." Nalan Mei smiled softly, her eyes were as gentle as water, "All the plans about Murongyou... all cancelled."

Yi widened his eyes in amazement, after carefully planning for so long, should he just give up like this?Is this still his young master who takes the world as his own responsibility? …

Was it really because of Murong You? ...Yi smiled wryly, "Young master, why are you doing this... Have you forgotten your responsibility as the guardian of the country?..."

Nalan Mei looked out of the window quietly, her eyes were transparent and gentle, "Yi, I am the protector of the country. All the responsibilities of the protector of the country... have nothing to do with him... He is just an outsider, there is no need to bear it at all..."

"But the young master, if there is no help from him this time, the young master is only alone..." Before Yi could finish speaking, Nalan Mei smiled, the beauty was like a phantom, he looked at the scenery outside the window, his eyes were empty, "I was born for Yuedu, and I have lived with the idea of ​​dying for Yuedu since I was born. If I really will die in Wuliang Mountain this time..."

Yi raised her eyes, and Nalan Mei had a light smile in her eyes, "If it is true that I will be buried in Wuliang Mountain, that would be a beautiful thing... I am worthy of Yuedu, the people of Liming, and the guardians of past generations, and I... You can also get rid of it..."

"Then is the young master worthy of me?" The voice came suddenly, and it was the funeral who had been protecting Jun Lian and hadn't appeared for a long time. He looked at Nalan Mei, unable to hide the pain in his eyes, "Young master only thinks of others, young master When will the Lord think about it for himself? Young Master...doesn't there be anything you want to do?..."

what I want to do...

Nalan Mei's eyes flickered a few times, then darkened quietly. He stared quietly at the distance for a long time, his eyes filled with endless loneliness.

"I'm a protector of the country, I'm already...unqualified..."

The noon sun is as soft as a veil, quietly shining on the green orchid grass in a pot in the corner of the room, and the long leaves sometimes sway gently in the air with the breeze.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the air. Murong Youyou leaned against the bedpost quietly. He woke up in the morning. Although his face was still pale, his spirit was much better. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. The elders are calling for his pulse.

"Elder Lin, how is the situation?"

Han Feng, who had been waiting in the room all night, looked haggard. Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and her eyes wandered between the white-haired old man and the man in red on the bed. The dull silence in the air made her unable to sit still.

Elder Lin glanced sideways at Han Feng, put his finger on Murongyou's wrist, asked the person who had been silent since he woke up, and asked respectfully, "Master, how is the chest pain?"

Murong You gently opened her eyes, glanced at him lightly, pulled up her sleeves, and slowly got up, "It's okay."

Seeing him get up, Han Feng hurriedly took the shirt on the screen and walked over. It was as bright red as blood and as enchanting as fire. She put it on gently for him, but he just glanced at her and did not refuse.

Seeing him getting up, Elder Lin wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it down. He just said, "As long as the lord takes medicine on time, the pain will gradually decrease, but you must not get angry or use your internal force again, so as not to affect the Gu poison again and cause unbearable pain. , I hope the lord will keep it in mind."

Murongyou put on his clothes straight away, his tone was cold and indifferent, "You go down." Then he turned to Han Feng, "You go down too."

Elder Lin responded respectfully, opened the door and walked out without saying anything, Han Feng stared at him silently, hesitated to speak a few times, and walked out the door gently.

Murong You gently sat under the table, the tight pain in his chest was no longer so obvious, but the faint dizziness in his head still did not dissipate, and his breathing was not very smooth, he closed his eyes gently, this was the first time He clearly felt his own weakness, that palm was really not light...

He smiled fondly, and habitually touched his waist with his slender fingers. The waist was empty and felt cool with the wind. He was obviously slightly taken aback, and then suddenly remembered the purple silk that he had been carrying with him since he appeared. The fan has already been thrown by him...

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

After a long time, he closed his slightly absent-minded eyes, looked up at the two figures outside the door, and said in a deep voice, "Mo Lian, come in."

Mo Lian outside the door stiffened slightly because of his tone, he pondered for a moment, then turned and entered the room, his steps seemed hesitant than usual, as if he was unwilling to face the man in red who was sitting upright in the room.

"My lord." He got down on one knee and saluted respectfully.Murong You looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes were cold and hazy, and his tone was light, "Do I really have to ask you for it myself?"

Mo Lian froze, as if she was still insisting on something. After a long silence, he lowered his head slightly and said softly, "My lord, forgive me, I dare not..."

The orchid grass lingers in the corner with its fragrance, the sun is transparent and clear, lazily shining on the brocade boxes on the table, a piece of letter paper falls from Murongyou's fingertips on the table, and is stacked on top of the several letter papers on the table, implying The evil-looking eyes quietly watched Mo Lian standing upright, waves of blue halos emerged in the eyes.

"Mo Lian, do you have to wait until Murong Xuan's head is delivered before you report it?"

Mo Lian half-kneeled on the ground, silent all the time.

A cold light flashed in Murongyou's eyes, and with a flick of his sleeves, several brocade boxes on the table fell to the ground one after another. The boxes were cracked, and several fingers rolled out one after another. Bloody, it seemed that the blood hadn't drained dry, and some of them rolled onto the ink. Beside Lian, his eyes did not move, as if he was dismissive of everything in front of him, "My lord, even if it is Murong Xuan's head that is sent, the subordinates will also detain it."

Murongyou looked at him with a sneer, "Mo Lian, you are really getting bolder."

Mo Lian became silent again, Murong You looked at him for a while, then stood up, his tone was less cold and more helpless, "Mo Lian, don't forget, Murong Xuan and Murong Jing are both People from the Murong family..."

"And the members of the Murong family...how could they die at the hands of others?..."

Mo Lian looked up at him, he was standing facing out the window, his face was shining in the sunlight, after a long time, he asked Mo Lian, "Mo Lian, are everyone here?"

Mo Lian nodded and replied, "It was all here three days ago."

"Okay." Murongyou squinted his eyes, his clothes were stained with golden light, his whole body seemed to be on fire, he faintly smiled, and the golden sun was instantly bleak.

"Mo Lian, prepare to leave tomorrow..."

Departure to Wuliang Mountain…

Mo Lian was stunned for a moment, "My lord..."

Do you have to go? …

The footsteps stopped under the window on the other side, Han Feng stood quietly against the wall, two tear stains meandered on her pretty face, dripped into the ginseng soup on the tray along her pointed chin, and rippled a few times .

It's already like this, why do you still want to go to Wuliang Mountain so persistently? …

Is there anything more important than life? …

She was weeping silently, but the person in the room turned his back to her, as if he didn't know her existence, and looked out the window quietly, as if the scenery outside the window was not worth his turning back, or, he knew that she was there Behind, but still not looking back...

Heartbroken, she looked at him with teary eyes, bit her lips tightly, and tried her best not to cry out.

What can I do to make him give up going to Wuliang Mountain? …

What can I do to make him look back at her, even if it's just a glance? …

She raised her face, closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly turned away. The crystal clear tears in the corners of her eyes drew a rainbow in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

As long as she can protect him, she is willing to do anything...

even if it is...

The wind is as soft as water, the clear sun is soft, and the green peach leaves are swaying gracefully in the wind.

The purple silk fan slid open at the fingertips, retracted, slid, retracted, Nalan Mei sighed softly, and gently placed the fan on the table, her fingertips that were crystal clear as snow delicately traced the surface of the fan, the pure white moon, The crimson petals, when his fingertips touched the delicate and elegant lines of words, he became silent again.

A knock on the door disturbed his thoughts. Before he could ask, Han Feng's slightly hoarse voice came from outside the door, "Master Nalan, is it convenient for you now?"

Nalan Mei lost her mind for a moment, put away the fan, got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, Han Feng kept her head down, her slender bangs covered her face, so she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could see the turbulent waves in this woman's heart from her hands tightly clenched by her side.Hearing the sound of the door opening, her body shook slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Then, she lifted up her robe and slowly knelt down at the door of Nalan Mei's room. Before Nalan Mei could see her clearly, she had already Kneel down.

As long as she can protect him, she is willing to do anything, even...kneeling down...

"Lord of the poor family, you are..." After he was surprised, he subconsciously reached out to help her up, but his outstretched fingers froze in mid-air because of her next words.

"Master Nalan, please don't hurt the lord..."

harm…

The fingertips were piercingly cold in the air, and Nalan Mei's eyes flashed with pain, as if suddenly recalling the scenes from yesterday, the dark red blood, the cold eyes...

"Young Master Nalan, I know that you approached him just to use his force, but the leader has lost all his internal strength now, and he has no value for you to use. Please let him go..."

No internal strength...

Nalan Mei buzzed, as if something broke...

Is it because of his slap yesterday? …

Han Feng raised his head abruptly, looking straight at him, his eyes were red as if soaked in blood, intertwined with powerlessness, resentment, hatred, and pleading, just like that night under the moon, but deeper than that under the night moon violent.

"With the current situation of the leader, he can no longer go to Wuliang Mountain. Even if he goes, he can't help you. Just let him go... If you go, he will die, he will die..." At the end , Han Feng has already choked up his tone.

"I know...I know all..." A voice as clear as water came from the top of the head, Hanfeng looked at him with tears in his eyes, the tears in his eyes blurred Nalan Mei's face in her eyes, she could only feel that he was laughing, phantom Disillusioned.

A pair of hands gently supported her arm, and she involuntarily stood up following the strength, then the hands let go of her, the white figure in front of her stepped back, looked at her, and said softly: "Lord of the poor family, I have already cancelled. All plans will never involve him in the slightest, don't worry."

Han Feng stared at him blankly, suddenly not knowing what to say.Nalan Mei seemed to see her thoughts, he smiled softly, like a dream, "Master of the poor family, you can go and tell the leader that I, Nalan Mei, don't even need the leader of the martial arts now..."

"He...will understand..."

But the next day, Murong You still left the inn and went to Wuliang Mountain...

……

[Nei Niu is full of cheeses, at least leave a footprint]

I'll go, man, I love you so much, I gave you a happy ending, please ask for a sweet episode. .

I'll go, man, I love you so much, I gave you a happy ending, please ask for a sweet episode. .

I'm going to the author to write everyone to death in the extra episode, is it really okay... Die-hard fans who can't accept it for a while are trembling against the wall...

No, only by setting aside a time period can Nalan live a better life. (Published on 06-1123 13:[-])

Meier is so obedient, she even gave a surprise when the promised episode came!Waiting for your new pit, I will always support you

The author hides it too deeply, Qing actually likes Nalan, I will go, I will go

Of course, by accident, I really can’t believe that there is a pure male-male relationship.

Meier, why did Mo Lian die!How did Jun Lian get married!No! ! !

I finished watching it in one day~! !Woohoo, great writing! !My poor Merlin~

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