Looking for plums under the moon

The person in front of him hadn't seen him for a month, yet he was in such a state of desperation.

Ling Guyue said: "Young Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yihuan looked away for a moment, grabbed the bamboo basket with rough meals in his hand, and said softly: "It's a long story..."

Xiao Chou glanced at the two suspiciously, "Brother, do you know each other?"

Ling Guyue said: "That day you almost accidentally hurt someone on the street, why don't you apologize to Young Master Zhao."

Zhao Yihuan shrank her neck when she heard the words, took a step back, pointed at Xiao Chou and said, "You...are you the little beggar?"

Xiao Chou pouted and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for admitting the wrong person, which surprised Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yihuan pursed her lips, "Young Master Feiyi, how can you be with him?"

Ling Guyue shook her head and sighed: "It's a long story."

When the three of them were relatively silent, Prince Du's voice came from inside, "Since it's a long story, why don't you come in and talk about it?"

Only then did Zhao Yihuan come to his senses, and welcomed the two of them in, "Sit inside."

Xiao Chou's butt sank to the threshold, "Brother, I will guard the door, so I won't go in."

Ling Guyue glanced at him, followed Zhao Yihuan into this dark room again.

"The house is simple..." Zhao Yihuan bent down and put the food in the basket in front of Prince Du, "I won't entertain Mr. Feiyi with these things."

"You're welcome," Ling Guyue stood in the room, watching him take out two steamed buns and a bowl of dark vegetable soup, "Do you usually eat this?"

Zhao Yihuan shook his head hurriedly, his eyes dodged and said: "I've eaten it in the store...this is specially reserved for Prince Du." He stood up, went to the bedside and took out half of the white wax, put it on the table and lit it, and was very courteous. Wipe the tables and chairs clean with a rag, "Sir Fei Yi, please sit down."

"Please."

Du Wangye stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, stood up and walked towards the door, speaking inarticulately: "You guys talk, I'll go out for a walk."

Seeing him go out, Ling Guyue frowned and asked, "Young Master Zhao, why are you here with Lord Du?"

Zhao Yihuan said in a low voice: "A month ago, my father was killed at home... His nineteenth concubine kicked me out in order to fight for the family property. My mother died early, and usually because my father was protecting others, he would not dare Pointing at me, since he left, I have been beaten and scolded by those people, and some of the cronies I made at the beginning also turned a blind eye to me. When I was living on the street, I suddenly thought of Prince Du, so I came to him. Maybe he saw me pitiful , and left me to live with him.”

Seeing that he had lost so much weight in a short period of time, Ling Guyue asked, "How is your life...how is it?"

Zhao Yihuan said: "Shang Ke, I work as a waiter in a restaurant, and I usually bring some food to Lord Du. Occasionally, there are leftover wines from customers in the store, and the shopkeeper will give them to me and let me bring them back. Although life is poor , It’s much better than being a bereaved dog on the street at that time...” He sighed, and then continued, “I’ve also figured it out these days. In groups, you can get what you want. But it was only when the trees fell and the hozens scattered that I realized that without my father, I, Zhao Yihuan, would be nothing. Now, even though the tables and chairs in the house are donated by others, I feel somewhat at ease now. Even a denarius in a purse is precious."

Seeing his relieved expression, Ling Guyue felt relieved, "I'm relieved if you think so."

Zhao Yihuan raised his head and asked, "What about you? Young Master Feiyi, I haven't seen you since the last time I left Shuyinglou... I heard from others that you went to my father's back garden that day... What's going on? What's going on?"

Ling Guyue said: "I did go to your mansion that day and met your father, but he... I really didn't kill him."

Zhao Yihuan was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Young Master Feiyi, I believe in you."

Ling Guyue said: "Sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I know my father. He is used to living a life of luxury and lust. He offended many people on weekdays, so that his enemies chased him home... There is no end to the kindness and hatred in this world, and I don't want to Just go after it again, just live your own life." Zhao Yihuan looked at him, "Young Master Feiyi, you are not actually from Shuyinglou, are you? I went to find you, and they said you were just a guest of the landlord. Gone. I waited for you at the door for seven days, but I never found anyone. I thought you would never show up again, but I never expected to see you again..."

Ling Guyue really didn't know how to answer, so she thought for a while before she said: "I'm really not from Shuyinglou. I approached you because I wanted to get the warm smoke jade in your father's hand. I lied to you..."

Zhao Yihuan was not surprised, she stared at him and said, "Where's that little beggar? Why is he following you?"

Ling Guyue avoided his gaze, "Later on I went to Sichuan, and met Xiao Chou on the way. He was helpless, so I took him by my side."

Zhao Yihuan suddenly said: "Can you take in that little beggar...can you take me in too?"

Ling Guyue froze for a moment, "This...isn't very convenient."

The light in Zhao Yihuan's eyes dimmed, "Why?"

Ling Guyue said: "I am a man of the rivers and lakes, so I will inevitably fight and kill, and I will encounter very dangerous things. Mr. Zhao, you are suitable for a stable life, which I cannot give."

Zhao Yihuan lowered her head.

Ling Guyue looked at him, "If you need my help in the future, you can find me in Pingchuan... Also, my name is not Feiyi, but Ling Guyue."

"Ling Guyue..." Zhao Yihuan felt sore in his heart when he read these three words, "So I even got your real name wrong."

The light was like beans, and the white candle burned to the end quickly, turning into a pool of white tears.

Ling Guyue looked out the window, "It's getting late, I should say goodbye."

Zhao Yihuan hurriedly stood up, "Don't worry, just sit down for a while, I'll find another candle..."

Ling Guyue watched him frantically search in the cabinet for a long time, but found nothing, then went to the bedside to search, then got up and said: "Don't bother, I have to go."

Zhao Yihuan was sweating profusely, but still insisted: "I'll find it soon! Fei Yi, no, Mr. Ling, just wait..."

There was still no head of the bed, Zhao Yihuan only found a piece of rag, he threw the rag on the ground, and knelt down to look at the bottom of the bed.

The candlelight became weaker and weaker, the room was dark, and the bottom of the bed was even darker. What could he see?

Ling Guyue said softly: "Master Zhao, I really have to leave."

Zhao Yihuan tremblingly said: "Don't go! Let me look for it, I remember there is a new candle at home..."

Ling Guyue heard the abnormal tone of his voice, and walked behind him, "Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yihuan suddenly stopped, and said dejectedly, "I'm really useless, I can't find the candle..."

Ling Guyue heard his crying, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll just look for it tomorrow."

"But you will leave when it gets dark, maybe you will never come back..." Zhao Yihuan raised her head, tears streaming down her face.

Ling Guyue said: "There is no feast that never ends."

The remnant candle danced and then went out, a puff of green smoke rose from the charred wick, and the last light in the room was lost in the night.

Zhao Yihuan said in the dark: "Master Ling, can you stay with me for a while? Just a while..."

"it is good."

Zhao Yihuan looked at his face, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance deeply in his mind.His eyes swept over his straight nose bridge, rosy lips, and eyebrows that blended into the night, but there was still a faint shadow of the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eyes.He looked at him reverently, as if gazing at a god.

After a while, Prince Du pushed the door open and said impatiently: "You kid, it's almost done, I've finished my meal."

Only then did Zhao Yihuan look away, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ling, thank you."

Ling Guyue patted him on the shoulder, said: "There will be a period later." Then she went out.

When he went outside, he found that Xiao Chou was not sitting on the threshold, but was hiding behind a tree, tilting his head and looking at the sky.Seeing Ling Guyue coming out, she jumped out and said, "Senior Brother, you finally came out, the moon is out!"

Ling Guyue looked up, and saw a full moon hanging in the heart of the sky, glistening white light, cold and cold.

"Let's go back to Pingchuan."

Xiao Chou nodded, "Okay!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Zhao Yihuan stepped out of the room. He looked up at the bright moon that was exceptionally bright today, and suddenly thought of the last time the two of them came here together.

At that time, he was still the high-spirited young son of the Zhao family in Jinling City, just because he caught a glimpse of his shocking face, he made a special trip to Shuyinglou to look for him, and when he heard that the man came here, he rushed to meet him without stopping.

Who would have expected so many things to happen in just one month... Now he is just an ordinary guy, and that man is a knight wielding a sword, how can he be worthy of him?

"Don't look, everyone is gone, where's today's wine?"

Zhao Yihuan said without looking back, "I forgot today...I'll make it up for you tomorrow."

"Hmph, you actually forgot to give me wine when you live with me!" Du Wangye muttered, "Next time if you forget, I will kick you out!"

Zhao Yihuan responded, tightened her collar, and continued to look at the moon.

On the way back to Pingchuan, Xiao Chou seemed extremely nervous, "Brother, are we really going to Pingchuan? How long will it take?"

Ling Guyue said: "About two days, what's the matter? Why are you sweating so much?"

"I am a little scared……"

Ling Guyue smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say you still want to protect me? Are you afraid before it arrives?"

Xiao Chou grabbed his sleeve, "I'm afraid that sinking will be bad for senior brother."

Ling Guyue shook her head, "Actually, even if I know that he is the real murderer, I still don't want to doubt him... I grew up with him, and I know what he is like."

Xiao Chou said: "What if he really wants to hurt senior brother and I can't beat that guy?"

Ling Guyue joked: "Then we can only catch him without a fight, and I can't beat him either."

Xiao Chou laughed and said, "I lied to senior brother, I can beat Shen Luo!"

"The tone is not young at such a young age," Ling Guyue rapped him on the head, "Hurry up and go.

Xiao Chou said again: "Brother, if... I mean, if Shen Luo did something bad without telling you, would you kill your relatives righteously and turn your sword against him?"

Ling Guyue said: "It depends on what's going on. It's Pingchuan's taboo to fight each other. If he can correct his evil and return to the right, then there is still a possibility of forgiveness."

Xiao Chou stared at him and said, "What if it's a heinous thing that deceives teachers and destroys ancestors?"

"Then I will naturally..." Ling Guyue suddenly stopped, "Xiao Chou, you seem to be very dissatisfied with him?"

Xiao Chou laughed, "What's the matter, I haven't even seen his face."

Ling Guyue nodded, "That's true... By the way, why did you admit that Young Master Zhao was wrong? Who did you think he was? That day I saw you were murderous, and you didn't look like a child should have at all."

Xiao Chou lowered his head and said, "I wanted to avenge Master, but I confessed to the wrong person..."

"Your master was killed?"

Xiao Chou didn't want to say more about it, but just said "um".

Ling Guyue wondered, "But there are so many people on the street, why did you mistake him for Mr. Zhao?"

Xiao Chou said: "At that time he was fat and ugly, and the senior brother was so good-looking, which made him even uglier. He always looked at the senior brother with that kind of eyes, I thought he was not a good person."

Ling Guyue coughed, "Don't be so reckless next time."

Xiao Chou smiled, "No more!"

Two days later, two figures, one tall and one short, came from the foot of Pingchuan Mountain.

"Who is it?" In the bamboo forest in front of the mountain gate, several white-clothed men heard the noise and pulled out their long swords one after another to stop him.

Ling Guyue took off the bamboo hat, "Qingzhu, it's me."

The leading man in white was stunned, "Uncle Ling...you are finally back!"

Ling Guyue nodded and asked, "How is Ping Chuan recently?"

Qingzhu looked hesitant, and said after a long while: "Everything is fine, the head asked us to wait here for the uncle."

"Where is the junior?"

Qingzhu said: "The head is at Pingyi Peak, he told us to notify him immediately when we see you, I don't know..."

Ling Guyue said: "No need, I'll go find him right away."

Ling Guyue just wanted to go in, but was stopped again, she frowned and said, "What?"

Qing Zhu looked at Xiao Chou, and said, "Who is this?"

Xiao Chou hid behind Ling Guyue, stuck out his head, "I am his junior!"

Ling Guyue said: "This is a friend of mine."

Hearing what Xiao Chou said, Qingzhu first glanced around and saw that there was nothing unusual, then turned around with a look of doubt: "If the uncle comes back, it's better to come back alone."

"Why?" Ling Guyue was puzzled.

Qing Zhu said: "The head of the sect saw him...I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

Ling Guyue looked down at Xiao Chou, saw him pulling her pitifully, and said to Qingzhu: "Can I not even bring someone back?"

Qingzhu hurriedly cupped his hands to make amends, "Qingzhu dare not, Qingzhu is for the sake of his uncle, if the head finds this child, I'm afraid his life will be in danger!"

Ling Guyue sneered, "Is he so guarded against me?"

Qingzhu remained silent, and quietly winked at the rest of the group, "Why don't we watch this little friend first, and wait until the master's anger subsides."

Speaking of which, several white-clothed disciples were about to step forward and grab Xiao Chou's arm, trying to drag him away.

"Brother!" Xiao Chou cried out in horror.

Ling Guyue reached out to stop them, and looked back at Qingzhu, "I really can't take him in?"

Qingzhu shook her head, "For the sake of this child's life, it's best for the uncle not to take him with him."

Seeing that he refused to compromise, Ling Guyue said: "Forget it, since that's the case, then let's go." Then she pulled Xiao Chou to leave.

"Master!" Qingzhu turned over and jumped in front of Ling Guyue, "The master has been waiting for you for a long time, so please come back!"

Ling Guyue said: "What if I don't?"

Qingzhu looked embarrassed: "Then Qingzhu had no choice but to 'invite' my uncle to go back." When he said please, he lowered his voice, as if pointing something.

"Please?" Ling Guyue frowned, "How do you want to please?"

Qing Zhu said: "Uncle Master, I've offended you!" Then he bullied himself and attacked with both hands.

Xiao Chou yelled, "What are you doing?"

Qingzhu ignored him, and when he was probing towards Ling Guyue, he made a feint and pushed Xiao Chou aside, and then concentrated on dealing with Ling Guyue.

Seeing Ling Guyue entangled with him, the white-clothed disciple next to him took advantage of this moment to hold Xiao Chou's arm, one of them lifted his collar, performed lightness kung fu, and carried him into the woods.

"Brother!" Xiao Chou shouted as he struggled under the white-clothed disciple.

Ling Guyue looked back and saw that he was being taken away, she made a sharp move in her hands, "Where are you taking him?"

Qing Zhu said helplessly while dismantling the move: "Uncle Master, don't worry, we just settled him in the hut at the foot of the mountain and will take good care of him."

Ling Guyue glanced at him suspiciously, turned around and tried to catch up, but Qingzhu kept on chasing him, and the disciples in white also rushed up to help.

"Uncle, come back!" Qingzhu said sincerely.

Ling Guyue kept her hands on her hands, and said: "I wanted to come back and ask him to clarify. Since he is so guarded against me, I might as well go away and let him rest assured!"

Qingzhu said anxiously: "The head doesn't mean that!"

Ling Guyue held the sword in her right hand, the sword was not out of the sheath, she stabbed obliquely, and pressed on the shoulder of a white-clothed disciple.The disciple only felt the weight on his shoulders and bent down unconsciously.Then he used a series of rounding palms to shake away the two disciples who were entangled beside him, and put his two fingers together to point at Qing Zhu's heart.

Seeing him getting serious, Qingzhu had to be serious, just about to use all her strength to greet him, but suddenly thought of something, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, wanting to take the finger forcefully.

Fortunately, Ling Guyue shot well, and stopped two inches away from Qingzhu's heart.

"Thank you uncle." Qing Zhu said with a pale face.

Ling Guyue sighed, and took a few steps back, "Tell me, what happened to Shen Luo?"

Qingzhu shook his head and remained silent.

During the stalemate, a voice suddenly came from the bamboo forest.

"Go back."

Hearing this familiar voice, Qingzhu and all the white-clothed disciples were taken aback for a moment, stopped the offensive and respectfully stepped aside, leaving a way.

Shen Luo came from the depths of the bamboo forest, and said with a slight smile, "Senior brother, long time no see."

Ling Guyue looked at him, she hadn't seen him for a month, Shen Luo was already in shape, her eyes were sunken, her lips were thinner and her brows were thinner, gloomy and menacing.

Ling Guyue said: "You made Qingzhu wait for me here?"

Shen Luo nodded leisurely.

Ling Guyue saw that he walked calmly, he really didn't look like someone who had been ill for a long time, so she said: "I heard that you are seriously ill..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Luo walked slowly to his side, and whispered in his ear with an almost inaudible voice: "When I see senior brother, everything will be fine for me..."