Jun Ruyu

At noon in autumn, when the sun is shining on the mountain, Wen Buyun likes to sit on a wooden cart and go to the courtyard to bask in the sun.

When the wheels of the wooden cart roll over the fallen leaves on the ground, there will be a crisp and pleasant sound, which is also a kind of enjoyment.

In the eyes of outsiders, he spent most of his life in such a decadent manner.

The passing of aura day by day made him look a bit older than his actual age.My legs are already weak, and now I can't even use my hands. Sometimes I feel tired after talking too much.

Wen Buyun smiled, wondering how she and he would look when they saw her like this.She must feel sorry for herself, and her good brother will definitely snort and scold him fiercely, but there is no doubt that she also cares about herself.

No, no.

He shook his head.

If the two of them were here, how could he be like this?The lady will take good care of herself, she cooks the best food.I really don't know how my big and rough brother has such a gentle and virtuous sister, but unfortunately, such a good sister still likes him Wen Buyun.

Still not right.

It was his fault.He is greedy for power and does all kinds of evil.He is simply reaping the consequences.

The pain of a broken leg will never be as painful as the sword on his wife's body, let alone the pain of a brother blowing himself up in front of his eyes.

Wen Buyun's vision was blurred, and blood came over him.

"Old Sect Master Wen," the servant behind him reported, "Sect Master Nie is here."

Wen Buyun raised his head, lacking the strength to look back, he called out: "Ah, why not?"

"It's me." The young man replied, his voice was extremely cold, and he quickly asked, "Old Sect Master Wen, do you know what Wen Ruohan's situation is like recently."

Wen Buyun sighed silently.

He said: "Don't do it, my wicked son, I can only leave it to you."

Nie Buwei's expression changed suddenly, and he took a step forward, but the man in front of him just continued to mutter:

Don't do it, don't do it, is this your father's name for you?

I... I'm sorry for your father.

Occasionally, when he was free for most of the day, Mo Zhuliu would take Meng Yao to the next street to buy him some fun and delicious food.Meng Yao was unwilling to accept this favor at first, until Mo Zhuliu told him that the money spent was saved by her mother's hard work, and she hoped that you would live well.

Although Meng Yao had a bad face, she still followed him.

Mo Zhuliu held his little hand, thinking to himself, Meng Yao was already at a sensible age, if his mother had been staying in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, it would be a problem for the child's education, and he couldn't take Meng Yao in all the time. One day, Meng Shi will still lead him to live.

Meng Yao has been with Mo Zhuliu for more than half a year, and finally she can let go. Although her small face is still used to being rigid, she still smiles occasionally. When she smiles, her eyes are the most beautiful.

On this day, when he heard that a new restaurant opened on the street, Mo Zhuliu wanted to take Meng Yao to try something new.

When walking down the street, she first bought him a candied haws. Meng Yao ate half of it, then tugged at Mo Zhuliu's sleeve and asked him if he wanted a bite.

Mo Zhuliu agreed, and just about to lower his head to bite off one, he heard people on the street suddenly screaming, his eyes froze, and he quickly picked up Meng Yao to avoid the oncoming carriage, but the carriage didn't stop, Guessing that there were still people inside, he summoned his spirit energy from his feet, jumped onto the carriage lightly, reined in the reins vigorously, and knocked down many stalls before he could control the carriage.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Mo Zhuliu heard Meng Yao catching up behind him, calling him worriedly, and replied that he was fine.

At this time, he noticed that the curtain behind him was lifted, and there was indeed someone inside. When he turned around, he saw a familiar face.

"... King Anping?"

The man was also taken aback for a long time before he said, "Mr. Mo?"

King Anping's temperament is more stable than before. If you want to describe it, he was a fledgling young prince who barely held up the scene, but now he can maintain his composure after he has just experienced life and death. He is completely majestic and reliable... …

Mo Zhuliu was startled suddenly, thinking of it, now the new emperor has ascended the throne, the war was over, since King Anping survived, then he is...

"Is the emperor injured?"

The man—that is, Li You, the current sage, lightly pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I'm fine."

Mo Zhuliu helped him get off the carriage, and soon a group of guards disguised as ordinary servants rushed over, knelt down and said he deserved to die.

Li You was dressed in civilian clothes, presumably he met an assassin in a private visit in a micro-service, the assassin startled the horse and got the groom off.

Mo Zhuliu felt strange, so he asked: "Why is the emperor alone, where is General He?"

That name seemed to poke his sore spot, Li You's eyes dimmed, and finally he just said calmly: "He... died in battle."

Li You was entertaining guests in a restaurant, Mo Zhuliu took Meng Yao with him, and when the two wanted to talk alone, they went to other rooms and left Meng Yao to continue eating.

Li You said that after so many years of war, he was actually very cowardly and selfish in the middle, thinking that this war will continue, so he can rely on him for a while.But he let me win the throne, saying that everything I want will be available.

"I thought I would be able to tell him what I really wanted after it was done, but I didn't expect that there would be no chance. He didn't even have the chance to see me when I was enthroned."

With a wry smile, he wanted to drink.Mo Zhuliu wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his hand.

King Anping must be the emperor, otherwise he will die, He Li knows this very well, he doesn't want to see this man whom he grew up with be wronged in the slightest.

Li You only drank one cup, then stopped drinking, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot, I can't get drunk now...not drunk."

The sadness in his eyes was all too obvious.Mo Zhuliu couldn't help feeling sad along with him. Whenever this man was sad, his heart twitched, as if something was about to happen.

Since Wen Buyun's death, Wen Ruohan began to show his minions to the outside world.

His plan was huge and detailed, until all the families bowed down to the Wen family, step by step, not in a hurry at all, but every step made others resent, and eventually turned into panic and fear.

He said that Qinghe Sect Master Nie killed his father, and to avenge his revenge, he took the life of Little Sect Master Nie, leaving his two young children without a father at such a young age.

He led the Wen family, oppressed the weak and small families, forcibly occupied their territory, and took countless treasures from their families.

In the realm of comprehension, whenever Qishan Wen's family was mentioned, they all gasped, shuddered, and kept silent, for fear that disaster would happen to them next.

Mo Zhuliu rushed up the mountain after he saw the fire somewhere in Yunshen.

When I looked down from the mountain, the fire wasn't that big, but the black smoke all over the mountain scared everyone in the town to look out.

It was only at this time that Mo Zhuliu knew that Yun Shen had been burned somewhere.

He lived in Gusu a few years in advance, just to stop the crime Wen Ruohan had committed after he went to the future.

He always believed that fate let him know everything just to let him stop it.

Meng Yao was sent back to Meng Shi by him six years ago, Mo Zhuliu thought about redeeming her, but Meng Shi was very stubborn and wanted to wait for that lover.And Mo Zhuliu saw Wen Ruohan's actions getting more and more crazy, until he heard that Wen Buyun had passed away, Mo Zhuliu finally couldn't stay quietly.

Mo Zhuliu went up the mountain on a wild road.On the way, the group of Wen family monks laughed and went down the mountain, as if they had done something good that would be rewarded.

Yunshen did not know that it was really burned, the fairyland in the past no longer existed, now it was just ruins, the burnt smell smelt people's noses, and many disciples of the Lan family sobbed softly.

The most severely burned place, Mo Zhuliu still remembers, was the original location of the Library Pavilion, but now it can’t be seen at all, only a lame boy is struggling to clear the unburnt place on the ground. Picking up the remnant book, beside him was a broken Guqin.

The boy's side face looked familiar, and when Mo Zhuliu was about to go forward, he felt a chill on his neck, and a sword rested on his neck.

The other disciples of the Lan clan around looked over in surprise, even the young man picking up the books turned his head to look here, Mo Zhuliu finally saw his face clearly and recognized him, he is the future Lord Hanguang, Lan Zhan .

"Why are you here?"

Mo Zhuliu looked back, he was an old man with a beard.But when he was slightly startled, he realized that the face was somewhat familiar, and the beard seemed to be too old for him.

"Lan Qiren...?" Mo Zhuliu thought about what to call him.

The hand holding the sword tightened, Lan Qiren's usual dignified expression almost disappeared, the emotion in those eyes was anger, but it seemed very complicated.

Mo Zhuliu's heart suddenly twitched, and he said: "I have nothing to do with the Wen family now, and I am also very angry that Wen Ruohan did this. If the Taoist family wants to stop him, I am willing to join."

Lan Qiren snorted coldly, put down his sword, and said, "Stop it?" He seemed to mean that no one could stop it.

That's right, under Wen Ruohan's attack, how many schools of Taoism are left?

Now that even the Gusu Lan family of the five major families has suffered such heavy losses, it is clear that Wen Ruohan is the one who made an example, and wants to teach all those who want to resist him to see what it will be like to be an enemy of him.

Mo Zhuliu frowned and remained silent for a few seconds before finally remembering that now that the situation between the Wen family and the Lan family has become like this, it is definitely impossible for Wen Chang to treat Lan Anting again.It has been so many years since he left Wen's house. During this period, due to his own reasons, he has never contacted any old people, and he does not know whether An Ting's illness has recovered.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhuliu asked: "Is the second young master's illness better?"

Lan Qiren paused for a moment, then looked at the other party with melancholy and weird eyes again, he turned his back and said, "Come with me."

Mo Zhuliu immediately followed him.Along the way, he was still thinking that An Ting didn't go out after such a big incident, because he was afraid that his health was still not well, so he was lying on the bed.But with the warm medicine, his condition will definitely improve, at least he won't leave early as those people in the future said.

He thought, since he hasn't seen An Ting for a long time, and this kind of thing happened again, he must comfort him.Over the past few years, because he had to take care of himself and later Meng Yao, he learned good cooking skills.

An Ting has a strong taste due to illness, but he is sick and cannot eat too salty or too sweet, and the food really needs to be spent a lot of effort.

When he arrived at the place, Lan Qiren stopped at the door, got out of the way, and said coldly, this is the tablet of the second brother, you can see it if you want.

After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Mo Zhuliu's heart suddenly stopped twitching.

He was too calm, and found that he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body, so he knelt down on the floor lightly, and reached out to touch Lan Anting's tablet.

He thought just now that he must tell Lan Anting more folk anecdotes, because he likes seeing Anting smile the most.

Eyebrows crooked.

She looks so weak that it makes people feel distressed, but she always pretends to be energetic, so that others can't bear to say more.

Once he said to Lan Anting: "Anting, I don't know that there is a kind of flower at the bottom of Yunshen. The delicate and beautiful flowers have such a strong temper."

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This chapter is well written (.

Alas, my Anting.

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