Bird Reimu Dance · Returning Night

Running all the way from Murong Ying, I gritted my teeth, not daring to stop or look back, I just wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

Liang Jiu, who was waiting for me at the gate of the hall, held up an umbrella and called me behind him blankly, but I didn't care about it at all.

Close your eyes and run as hard as you can.

Because I know that once I stop or look back, tears will flow down without disappointment.

But how can I show people like this?

Run all the way.

I ran until I was short of breath, and my heart and lungs seemed to be bursting, and then I slowly stopped, bending over and breathing hard.

Sweat mixed with rain slid down his cheeks, but thankfully...not tears after all.

I looked up, only to realize that the sky had completely darkened.

I gave a dry husky laugh, knowing that this too would be over.

It hasn't started yet, but it's coming to an end.

In a few days, I will leave this place that cannot belong to me with this impossible relationship.

Soon... well soon...

After finally adjusting my mood and looking around the unfamiliar surroundings, I suddenly realized that I seemed...lost.

Wiping the drops of water on his face, he could only walk forward slowly in the dark.

I don't know how long I walked in the lonely rain before I faintly saw some light coming from the front.

I hurriedly trotted forward, but after a few steps, I was suddenly stunned.

I have already seen the emperor's mausoleum in front of me, and a figure is standing alone in front of the spiritual portraits of the former emperors.

Black robe, silver face.

I recognized it almost immediately, it was Master.

She raised her head and looked so engrossed that she didn't even notice that I walked in wet.

"Master?" I walked behind her and called out in a low voice, and she shivered slightly as if she had just woken up.

She glanced back at me, without surprise or other emotions, but said indifferently, "It's you."

"The palace is too big, I accidentally got lost." I shook the water on my face, stared at her and asked, "Master, why are you here?"

She didn't answer, and turned back slowly, just staring blankly at the portraits of the ancestors of the Murong family.

After a long time, I heard the master muttering to himself, looking at the portraits of the former emperors, and said as he walked, "I was often bullied when I was young. At first, I just wanted to practice martial arts, and rely on force. To protect myself, to protect those who love me and those I love. Later, I found out that no matter how high a martial arts skill is, it is just futile with bare hands. Only having power is the only way to turn things around... For this, I also paid Many costs..."

Speaking of this, she paused and stopped in front of her portrait, with a wry smile on her lips, "Later, I finally stood on the top of power, only to realize that imagination and reality are different. It turns out that once When I become a king, I can’t do whatever I want, on the contrary, I can’t help myself. I used to just want to protect myself and the people around me with my own hands, but standing in such a high position, you suddenly see After traveling through so many unfavorable territories and unpredictable crises, I realized that what I want to protect is thousands of people and the country, and I realize that what I want is not personal safety but world peace. So I often think, What should I do to be the best for Dayan?"

I was looking at Master half-understood, when I suddenly saw her take out something from her bosom, square and square, it looked like an iron token.She stepped forward to lift up her portrait, revealing a small inconspicuous square groove. She buckled the object in her hand and pressed it hard again, only to hear a low rumbling sound like thunder in the mausoleum. I couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The wall that hung her delicate portrait like a lonely poet turned around.

On the other side, there is a pair of ancient and majestic silver armor, and a mottled spear.

"Master... these are...?" I widened my eyes.

She remained silent, and carefully removed the armor and spear, and the wall returned to its original state with a dull sound.

Master stretched out his hand to brush off the heavy dust on it, and there seemed to be unspeakable grief in his brows.

"I haven't seen the sun for ten years...old man..." I saw the master rubbing the silver gun and sighed, "I still need to borrow it from you."

"Master, what are you talking about?" I couldn't hear clearly, so I stepped forward and asked again.

"The sparrow is back..." the master suddenly murmured, "I swear to keep the mountains and rivers old."

I was completely confused, scratched my head, and couldn't help saying, "Master, please don't play around with me anymore...I really don't understand..."

"It's a good thing not knowing."

However, Master refused to say anything more. She turned around slowly, stared at me, and said suddenly, "I heard that you and Xinyue are going to get married in seven days, right?"

I scratched my head in embarrassment, and explained, "Xin Yue said, this is the only way to leave Safe Yanjing. I... I won't delay her... After I leave, I will find a way to untie the relationship with her." This marriage of..."

Master looked at me for a long time, and then said noncommittally, "That's it."

The tone of Master's words was very similar to that of Murong Ying. I was stunned, then lowered my head in melancholy, and stopped talking.

"Yinger also got married that day?" Master asked again.

"Yes." I could only nod heavily.

Master glanced at me, as if he could see through the depression in my heart, "What? Is there anything wrong with Ying'er getting married?"

"No...it's nothing...Master, will you come to...to see our wedding that day?" I asked with wandering eyes, and suddenly thought that at least she and I would wear wedding robes that day, and I didn't know that it was God's gift Deliberate teasing or a little pity?

She stared at me thoughtfully for a long time before she nodded.

"Listen to Xinyue, leave the capital as soon as you get married, but Jizhou is not peaceful, why not go to Yanmenguan, where is your real home." After saying this, the master held the armor and silver gun, Quickly disappeared into the vast rainy night.

"Hey? Master! What does this mean?" I quickly followed her and ran out, but I couldn't catch up with her.

I walked back to the emperor's mausoleum again, and saw Master's portrait still swaying slightly. I stepped forward to lift up the portrait, but Master really forgot to take back the square token embedded in it.

I had no choice but to buckle it down, and looked at it carefully by the candlelight, only to find that it was made up of two long and narrow iron plates, and there was a bird flying high on it.

"The sparrow is back, and I swear to keep the mountains and rivers old."

Suddenly recalling the resolute expression on Master's face when he whispered these words in my mind, I subconsciously clenched the token and looked back at the dark mausoleum.

For some reason, there was a sudden uneasiness in my heart for no reason.

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Murong Yan just hid her armor and spear, when she turned her head, she saw Chu Xiati, who was leaning against the door and looking at her quietly.

"Xiao Ti." She walked forward, looked down and saw that she was standing barefoot on the cold floor tiles, she couldn't help frowning, and hurriedly carried her back to the room, "You will catch a cold and get sick like this."

"If I fall ill, will you still be invisible every day like this?" Chu Xiati asked softly while leaning in her arms.

"Xiaoti..." She was about to explain, but Chu Xiati covered her lips.

"You don't have to explain." She put her arms around her neck and whispered, "I just hope you can spend more time with me."

Murong Yan slowly placed her on the bed, kissed her watery eyes guiltily, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"When can we leave Yanjing?" She stared at her and asked.

"Hurry up." Murong Yan stroked her soft hair, then deliberately changed the topic, pointed at her soaked clothes, and said with a smile, "Why don't you let me change clothes first?"

She turned around and was just about to leave, but the next moment, a petite and warm body hugged her tightly from behind.

"Don't leave me..." She pressed against her cold back, sobbing softly.

Murong Yan suddenly felt a pain in her heart, she hurriedly turned around and hugged her tightly, gently stroked her long hair, "It's all my fault...for making you feel wronged."

"Hug me." She suddenly said shyly in her arms.

Murongyan was slightly taken aback, feeling that there seemed to be something strange about Chu Xiati today, but before she had time to think too much, the beautiful woman's sweet and soft red lips stuck to her.

On such a stormy night, everything seemed to lose its color, and there was only a fragrance that was so rich that it was hard to describe.

It's been a long time since she had such a warm and lingering relationship with her.

In the end, it seems that the whole person is falling and falling in the soft and boneless beauty.

She whispered in her ear, and in a huge dizziness, she suddenly heard her ask, "You have been refusing to leave.. Is it because... you really want to see her?"

Murong Yan froze, froze for a moment, then shook her head.

"I haven't said who she is...why are you so eager to deny it?" Chu Xiati stared at her and smiled bitterly.

Murong Yan's eyes trembled, but she didn't explain, she just raised her hand to stroke her hair, "Xiao Ti, soon, soon I will end everything...we will leave...and never come back."

"Then I want you to tell me clearly, when will it be soon?" She asked aggressively, "What are you hiding your weapons for?"

"After Ying'er gets married, we will leave... As for the weapons, they are for the peace of the world." Murong Yan said seriously.

"Are you going to get blood again?"

"The last time."

"Murongyan, can I still trust you?"

Murong Yan lowered her head and kissed her hair, then reached out to hug her, "You can trust Amu."

"Amu...Amu..." Hearing this name, Chu Xiati's eyes became tender again, and she couldn't help stretching out her hand to stroke the scar on Murongyan's face, "Yes... Even though she has left traces on you...but you are still my Amu...you promised me..."

"There is only Amu in the world, and there is no Murongyan." She answered seriously, "Yes, this is what I promised you. I will do what I say. Please believe me, I really didn't stay for She, for..."

She paused, hesitated to speak.

"for what?"

She sighed in a low voice before uttering the big words with difficulty, "Da Yan."

Chu Xiati stared at her unhappily for a moment, and after a long time, she let out a chuckle, turned around, and said, "Got it, go to sleep."

After an unknown period of time, she seemed to fall asleep.Murong Yan slowly hugged her waist from behind her, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ti, it's really soon... I will accompany you back to the outside of the customs soon. I know, you have always wanted to go back, I And why don't you want to see the desert outside the pass again, which is endless, like a thousand-mile snow field. I also want to take another look at the moon outside the pass, which is gorgeous and brilliant, and you can touch it with your hands. And your Mobei kumiss, mellow and intoxicating , I really miss... When everything is over, you and I will have a drink together under the moon in the depths of the desert where no one can find us, wouldn't life be happy?"

After saying this, Murongyan finally felt that she could no longer resist the attack of exhaustion and sleepiness, and slowly closed her heavy eyes.

On the other side, Chu Xiati slowly opened her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, she gently moved Murong Yan's hand holding her away, and walked to the wooden cabinet where she had previously hidden her weapons.

She slowly opened the cabinet door and looked at the armor and spear lying quietly inside, but there was an indescribable dark purple light in her eyes.

At this time, the sky outside the window was just the darkest ink marks that could not be melted away before dawn.