The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

Murong Zhi stayed in Chu Palace for a few days and then hurried away, dressed in black clothes embroidered with gold thread and wrapped under a thick cloak, coming and going like the wind.He took a deep look at Chi Lu, and asked him if he wanted to go with him, but Chi Lu just shook his head.Murong Zhi had nothing to do with Chi Lu, this time he didn't bother, got into the carriage and drove away.

Chang Sheng felt that maybe it was his illusion, Murong Zhaohui seemed to be more polite to Chi Lu recently, and he was no longer deliberately embarrassing like some time ago.To be honest, Murong Zhaohui made things difficult for Chi Lu and he didn't feel comfortable being caught in the middle.He didn't want Chi Lu to be punished, and he was also afraid that Murong Zhaohui would be angry.

When the second snow fell after winter, Chi Lu brought Changsheng a bowl of medicine.Chang Sheng asked if after drinking this bowl of medicine, he could remember everything from the past?Chi Lu shook his head slightly, saying it was still early.This medicine has to be taken every ten days for two months.

Chang Sheng frowned and finished drinking the medicine, then went out with Chi Lu to build a snowman.Murong Zhaohui stood on the tallest attic in the Chu Palace, looking into the distance.Chang Sheng thought he was looking at the two of them from a distance, but maybe he was just looking at the snow.

That night he had a dream. The dream started when he was a child. He dreamed of the Sikong Mansion in Longcheng, his grandfather, his father, and his mother. It was the scene when he was two or three years old, and the whole family was happy. .Later, my grandfather went away, and when I was four or five years old, my mother also went away, leaving him and my father.At that time, he was still ignorant, he didn't know that he would never see them again, and he had a great time chasing the little yellow cats from other families all over the yard.It wasn't until he couldn't find his mother anymore that he cried and pulled his father's sleeve to ask for a kiss.

Changsheng woke up from the dream, with tears on his pillow, feeling bitter.Is this his memory?

On the second day, Changsheng's eyes were red and swollen, and his spirits were low.

"Changsheng, remember?" Seeing that something was wrong with Changsheng, Chi Lu asked in his ear.

Changsheng shook his head: "Remembering the things when I was young, I feel a little sad. It turns out... I didn't have a mother since I was very young..."

Chi Lu patted his head to show comfort.Chang Sheng said: "I'm already this big, yet you still pat my head!"

Chi Lu smiled: "But you are still shorter than me now?"

Since the beginning of winter, there has been a rare heavy snowfall in Chu for decades. Originally, it rarely snowed in the south, but this year it fell very frequently.The snow in the north is dry and cold, while the snow in the south is wet and cold. The cold air seems to be soaking through the joints of people, making people tremble uncontrollably.Changsheng was wrapped in a thick padded jacket, and apart from practicing kung fu, he sat by the fire all day long, reading some strange stories with Chi Lu.The fox named Xiaohong is also afraid of the cold, so he often sneaks into his study. Changsheng hugs it when he is happy, and leaves him alone when he is not.But Chi Lu really likes this little thing, and of course, this little thing also likes Chi Lu more than him.Chi Lu often feeds him some snacks. He thought that foxes only eat meat, but Xiaohong would eat everything.

Due to the snowstorm in Chudi, some farmers suffered losses. Murong Zhaohui was busy discussing with his staff about reducing taxes and appeasing the people, and he seldom saw him recently.But the woman in red named Lian Yi in Chu Palace sometimes came to see him, she asked him what Murong Zhaohui was doing recently, but Chang Sheng didn't know.Chang Sheng felt that sometimes the way she looked at him was a bit strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and only thought about the recent dream in his mind.

After drinking the fourth bowl of medicine, he remembered entering the palace to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet when he was ten years old.He met Murong Zhaohui by the red lotus pond. At that time, Murong Zhaohui was very awkward and refused to say his name when asked, but later he became his companion by mistake.Murong Zhaohui is very marginalized among the princes, just like him, Murong Zhaohui has no mother...When thinking of this, all the plum blossoms in the Palace of Chu were in full bloom, and the fragrance was overflowing.

Chi Lu blew a plum blossom among the plum blossoms, and then picked up a song of folding willows.Chang Sheng was very surprised and asked him why he thought of playing a ditty?Chi Lu smiled and said, "Have you forgotten? When I first met you in Dongting, you played these two pieces of music. You even gave me a peach blossom at that time." Changsheng scratched his head, he didn't feel that he Can play the flute.But these two pieces of music, he is indeed very familiar.

One day by chance, he met Murong Zhaohui by the decaying red lotus pond, Murong Zhaohui asked him what he remembered, Changsheng only said that he remembered the things in Longcheng in the past, and especially missed his father.Murong Zhaohui asked him: "Do you want to go back to Dragon City?" Chang Sheng nodded.He continued: "Well, I will let you go back."

After the new year, Murong Zhaohui became more and more busy, and Chi Lu was with him almost every day.The more medicine he drank, the more confused Chang Sheng became. He found that...he seemed to have unusual feelings for Murong Zhaohui.But this kind of relationship is too dangerous, far less safe than getting along with Chi Lu. If he is allowed to choose now, he will definitely hide by Chi Lu's side.Sometimes he desperately misses the rolling mountains of Wuling and the people in the Miaoren Valley who made him happy.

When people are in a panic, it is always easy to make the safest subconscious choice. Changsheng is a little scared, afraid that once he thinks of all the past, he will find some memories that he has always wanted to avoid.

The plum blossoms fell, falling on the ice and snow, the cold fragrance still exists.The sparrows that have not gone south for the winter are jumping and jumping on the snow, pecking at the fallen plum petals from time to time.Chang Sheng sat by the fire, holding a pot of hot Longjing in his hand, listening to Chi Lu retell him a story from a strange book.The story was wild and unconstrained, and Chang Sheng listened to it in a daze, but didn't listen to much.After a long time, he put down the teapot, looked into Chi Lu's clear eyes, and said, "Second brother, can you love me?"

The smile on Chi Lu's lips gradually faded, and her expression became indifferent: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"If you don't love me, what's the point of kissing me that day? Are you kidding me?!" Chang Sheng tightened his sleeves, his face pale as paper.

He wanted to say something, but his lips were blocked by Chi Lu.The book in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.The water in the kettle on the stove began to boil, but no one continued to boil the boiling water for new tea.For a long time, the breath of the two of them was a little unstable.Changsheng looked at the swaying figure of the plum tree on the window, feeling a little absent-minded.Chi Lu inserted her hand into Changsheng's hair, and whispered in his ear: "Changsheng, you have to think about it. I can comfort you, and you...you better not regret it..."

Changsheng met Shangchilu's eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and when he turned his head to look at the plum branches outside the window, the wind had stopped at some point.Chi Lufu held Changsheng in his arms and kissed his lips again.Changsheng's thoughts were a little confused, but he felt quite warm now.Close your eyes and see the scene of early spring in front of you.He doesn't want to think about it any further, it's better not to think about anything, and that's... that's fine.

The door squeaked open, Xiao Hong shook her tail, and yelled at the edge of the door twice.Murong Zhaohui had sporadic fine snow on his shoulders, and looked at them with cold eyes after being surprised.Changsheng was flustered, but suppressed it forcefully, only glanced at it briefly, and then closed his eyes again.Hopeless love should not have hope in the first place.He had a premonition that if he continued to drink this medicine, he would become more and more unable to extricate himself.

Chi Lu didn't pay attention to Murong Zhaohui's meaning at all, as if he didn't hear anything.After a stalemate like this, the person outside the door turned and left.Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but lost again.He thought he wouldn't sit idly by, but he just walked away quietly.The door closed slowly, the figure gradually left, and Chang Sheng could even trace the white plum pattern on the hem of his clothes in his mind.Don't think about it, can't think about it...

Chi Lu also saw Chang Sheng's uneasiness and absent-mindedness, he put his lips to Chang Sheng's ear, and said ambiguously: "Chang Sheng, you really won't go back on your word?" Chang Sheng stared at Chi Lu blankly for a while, then nodded stiffly.Chi Lu hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I know... I know what you are thinking. I will leave soon."

Changsheng was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Chi Lu in surprise: "Why?"

"This is what I promised him. But if you really care about me, I can stay." Chi Lu stroked the tip of her long hair, and the soft black hair fell into his palm. "However... in the near future, I'm afraid you will pay more attention to him."

Changsheng remained silent.He wished he hadn't thought of anything.How good is it to start from scratch?No wonder the world often says that memory is the source of suffering.

The water on the stove had been boiled dry, Chi Lu put the kettle away and put it aside, then took the book of Zhiguai in his hand, and slowly told the unfinished story, as if nothing happened.Chang Sheng often suspected that nothing was written in the book, that those stories were all thought up by Chi Lu, or that the book he held in his hand was written by him.People in Wuling are really good at telling stories, perhaps because the place where they live in the mountains is too remote, everyone has to pass on various stories by word of mouth to relieve the boredom of the peaceful years in the mountains.

Chang Sheng fiddled with the cold Longjing cup in front of him, absent-mindedly.

The next day, Changsheng and Murong Zhaohui inevitably met at the dining table, but Murong Zhaohui just kept a cold face and didn't say a word.Changsheng was also silent, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.After a long time, Chang Sheng put down his chopsticks and said, "My lord, I always feel that our behavior is not in line with the rules."

"What rules?" Murong Zhaohui looked up at Chang Sheng, frowning slightly.

"You have a noble status, you shouldn't have dinner at the same table with a humble..."

"What do you mean, who taught you to say that?"

"No one taught me, I just feel..."

"Then who do you want to share a table with, your second brother? Changsheng, you are getting more and more shameless. What have you learned during the two years he took you away?" Changsheng was a little embarrassed, but today he must Make it clear.If this continues, he will become more and more unable to control himself.

"Yes……"

"What did you say?"

"I said yes, I feel more comfortable with my second brother, and I'm not used to being with your highness."

Murong Zhaohui stared blankly at Chang Sheng for a while, got up, and said coldly: "It's up to you, I won't wrong you tomorrow."

When Chang Sheng looked up again, he saw Murong Zhaohui's back gradually disappearing from his vision.Without him, Murong Zhaohui would still be fine, but if he gets Murong Zhaohui and then loses it, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

The past days are like Nankey Yimeng. After recovering part of his memory, Changsheng understands things that he could not see clearly before.He is not stupid, he already understood the story Chi Lu told a few days ago.If he fails this time, he will lose Murong Zhaohui, and if he succeeds, he will still lose him.If this is the fate, he would rather it be over before it begins.

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