Immortal sword edge

When Ye Gucheng opened his eyes again, what he saw was a white tent embroidered with cloud patterns.

He was a little dazed, feeling as if he didn't know where he was for a while.

Subconsciously covering her chest with her hand, what she touched was the smooth texture of the material.No blood, no pain, no discomfort, what about the sword wound that killed him?

He sat up all of a sudden, looked around, everything in front of him was so familiar, every scene and object, every arrangement, it was clearly his own room, but why is he here?Isn't he already dead?

Or, is this just a dream?

Bare. Bare feet step on the ground. It is already September, and a cold air slowly rises from the soles of the feet. Ye Gucheng's sense of reality has increased, and at the same time, there is an infinite sense of desolation. !

Step by step, I walked to the door, pushed open the door and stepped out. The sky was bright and clear, the breeze was gentle, the air was full of fragrance of grass and trees, unknown birdsong came from a distance, the sound was crisp, and the golden sun was shining It poured down, adding a layer of warmth to him.

Someone came trotting from the sun, with a rosy face, gray beard and hair, panting, and amber red phoenix eyes widened. That person was none other than the old housekeeper of Baiyun City, the old man who died a few years ago. housekeeper!

how is this possible?how can that be?

In the disbelief in his eyes, the old man had already run to his side, his face full of joy, "It's great that the city lord finally woke up! Thank you, God bless you!"

"Old butler?" Ye Gucheng's voice was rarely hesitant.

"Yes, yes, it's the old slave!" The old butler suddenly patted his forehead and said annoyedly: "How could I forget, the city lord has been in a coma for many days, he must be hungry at this time, I'll let someone do it for you Get something to eat!"

He ran two steps in a hurry, turned back suddenly, and said in a continuous voice: "It's already September, and the weather is very cold, the city lord can no longer go barefoot, and you have to wear an extra coat when you go out. You just woke up now, what if you have a cold..." After leaving behind a series of thoughts, the old man turned and left.

Ye Gucheng, who had been silent all this time, heaved a heavy sigh of relief. It really was the old housekeeper, still nagging like that.

From this point of view, could it be that he has returned to the past?

He slowly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers were as white as jade in the sun, and his ten nails were neatly trimmed, crystal clear and round.These are undoubtedly a pair of very good-looking hands, with a more quiet strength than women's.This is his hand. There is an inconspicuous red mole on the little finger of his right hand, but it is not his original hand. This hand is a circle smaller than his, with small joints. It belongs to the hand of a teenager. Cocoons are also slightly less than his.

He dodged and flew back into the house.The round copper mirror is not clear, but it is enough.

A familiar face is reflected on the dim yellow mirror, with eyebrows flying into the temples, cold amber eyes, thin and firm lips, and handsome facial features. This is Ye Gucheng's face, but it is smaller than before. ten years old.

He rubbed his forehead and smiled lowly, what is this?Another compensation from God's mercy? !

He never believed in fate!Even as a descendant of the former dynasty, he had to join forces with the Southern King to usurp the throne, and voluntarily died under Ximen Chuixue's sword after the conspiracy was revealed, but he didn't believe in fate, everything was just a choice he made voluntarily!Whether others cast aside, despise, or regret and sympathize with him, it has nothing to do with him!

In any case, Ye Gucheng is just Ye Gucheng, nothing more!

It was noon, and the warm sun hung high.

When he was fully dressed and went to the front hall where he had dinner, he frowned slightly.

The fluttering red silk, the high-hanging red lanterns, and the congratulations from the passing servants all made him feel quite subtle...

On the round nanmu table, a bowl of sticky millet porridge, a plate of pickled cucumbers dipped in sauce, a plate of fried cold skin, and a plate of cold kelp shreds were neatly arranged.

This body hadn't eaten for several days, no matter how high Ye Gucheng's martial arts were, he still couldn't stand hunger. The food on the table was not rich, but it was pretty delicately prepared, which whetted his appetite for a while.

After lunch, he was going to digest, but he suddenly turned around and asked, "What's the matter with the red silk outside?"

The old housekeeper's eyes widened all of a sudden, as if he had asked a very strange question with a look of extreme surprise.This made Ye Gucheng a little uncomfortable.

After a long time, the old steward wiped his face, but there was still some strange taste in his eyes, he respectfully said: "Although this wedding was not completed due to Wuyanjiao, but the old servant is thinking, since the city lord has woken up , then getting married is a matter of time, so no one asked to remove the layout of the mansion."

Hearing this, Ye Gucheng's doubts deepened. No words to teach?What does that teach?And who is going to get married?He clearly remembered that he never married anyone when he was alone. In fact, he was still a loner when he died!

But he couldn't ask any more questions. Although the old butler looked old and dying, his heart was like a mirror, shrewd and tight, and he was really old and spicy.If he keeps asking, he wonders if he will see some clues!

After leaving the front hall, he didn't go for a walk to digest food as originally planned, and take a look at the Baiyun City after a lifetime, but went back to the bedroom directly.

Only you know yourself best in this world!

Sure enough, he took out a small sandalwood box from the dark cabinet by the bed, wiped off the dust that didn't exist on the cover, and opened it slowly.

A stack of thick letter paper came into view first, he took out one and looked at it, the ink black handwriting was proud and strong, piercing through the back of the paper, it was obviously written by a man, and he was an arrogant and domineering man.

There was no important content in the letter, just some trivial things that happened around me, such as the plum blossom tree in front of the window finally bloomed today, and it was the last one to bloom in the whole village, such as the recent meeting with the master. I learned a recipe for brewing wine, buried it under the plum tree as soon as I brewed it, and will send it to you next summer...

Shen Ning's gaze quickly slid to the lower left corner, and a square word "Snow" landed at the end of the letter.

He frowned, thought about it carefully, and confirmed that he didn't have a friend with the word "Xue" in his name who was so close to him!

Putting down the letter in his hand, he picked up the next one. The thin rice paper was a little yellowed, obviously it had been for some years, but it was kept well, so it looked tidy.The handwriting on the letter is immature, but it can be vaguely seen that it was written by the same person as the owner of the previous letter.The content is still some trivial matters, mixed with these complaints, saying that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Ah Han is super delicious, but unfortunately he only ate one piece, and the rest was taken away by the master, he was so angry...

It was as if he could see through the yellowed letter paper a child pouting earnestly and angry, and the corners of the thinned lips were raised unconsciously. He didn't know he was laughing until the low and deep laughter echoed in the room.

The laughter stopped suddenly, Ye Gucheng clutched his chest, there was a warm stream of heat overflowing slowly, as comfortable as soaking in hot water, but this was obviously not his own emotion, but the original nature of this body. , belongs to Ye Gucheng's emotions!

Frowning tightly, he took away the letters that were obviously written by the same person, and began to look at the other things in the box.

Since the box is not big, after taking out the thick stack of envelopes, there are not many things left, but each item is a treasure that belongs to Ye Gucheng alone.

A piece of gentle and beautiful jade pendant shaped like wandering clouds, which is the token of the Lord of Baiyun City; an exquisitely carved wooden sword, the only gift given to him by his father for more than ten years; a book with a plain white cover, whenever he feels like When it is very good or very bad, it will record what happened; in addition, there is a very ordinary pebble lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

Holding the pebble that was not in his memory, he slowly opened the diary in his hand.

The diary is not very long. After all, he has been an indifferent person since he was a child. He is rarely happy or unhappy. Most of the time he is relatively indifferent. When he grows up, things that can make his mood fluctuate Even less.

But even so, he still didn't read the entire diary until sunset.

The crystal fingertips lightly landed on the last line of small characters.

In September, I am very happy to marry Axue!

This is his handwriting, there is no doubt, but the content is wrong!

In his memory, there had never been a person named Ashe who was so close to him.What's more, that person is still a man.

How is it possible to marry a man? !

Even if he is Ye Gucheng, he can't help being dumbfounded at this moment!

Axue, a name that seems a bit feminine to men, (except for Lu Xiaofeng's effeminate name), it is not uncommon for him to know people with the word Xue, but it is absolutely impossible for him to like it, and even be willing to marry it.

Villa, plum blossom, kendo, Axue... He shook his head, throwing a flash of thought out of the sky.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and the old butler hurried in, handing over a piece of letter paper, "I'm sorry, City Master, there is an urgent letter from Wanmei Villa that Mr. Ling has passed away."

"Wanmei Villa!" Ye Gucheng paused every word, his expression stiff.

Fortunately, the old butler was immersed in grief and didn't notice his expression, "Mr. Ling was fine a few days ago, how could he just disappear like this? This Wordless Cult is really a disaster, not only almost killed the city lord, but even Mr. Ling's high ability is in their hands, but it's a pity that the owner of Ximen Village must be sad, and the owner of the city must go to the north, so he must be relieved..."

"Go to the north?!" Ye Gucheng's fingertips trembled slightly. If you listen carefully, you can find that his voice is a little out of tune.

"Yes," the old guard was still rambling, "If Mr. Ling leaves like this, your wedding will probably be postponed, so I'll have someone remove the decorations in the house! It's a pity, such a good person, Why did you just leave like this..." The old man sighed and walked outside.

Tuliu Ye Gucheng stood upright on the spot alone, as if he was blown away by the old man's words.

Going out to sea by boat, all the way to the north, the whole journey was completed by Ye Gucheng subconsciously. When he stood at the gate of Wanmei Villa, he saw that cold and proud young man in white clothes coming towards him, his heart ached violently. I got up, trembling all over, breaking out in cold sweat, my mind was in chaos, and various voices rang out.

He groaned, unable to bear it any longer, his eyes darkened and he fainted, a faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted from the tip of his nose...