final conspiracy

Lin Mufeng returned to the camp alone.He knew that Jun Jiangjiu would definitely not follow, and maybe he would never follow again.

His job is done, isn't he?

Seeing him alone, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but look around, and asked doubtfully, "Mu Feng, where is Jun Shaoxia?"

Nangong Cong fanned his fan on the side, jokingly said: "You couldn't be mad at him last night, so you ran away from home, right?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Mufeng didn't reply as usual, but bent his lips and smiled, calmly said: "Yes, so, he won't come back again."

Both of them were taken aback.

Wang Zi'an vaguely felt that Lin Mufeng's state was not right, but he couldn't tell the reason, so he followed him with worried eyes, until he opened the curtain of the tent and went in, and his figure disappeared from sight, then looked at Nangong Cong.

"Brother Lin, something's wrong?" Nangong Cong covered his chin with a fan, and frowned slightly, "What's going on? Did you quarrel with Jun Shaoxia? Could it be?"

Wang Zi'an shook his head: "I don't know, go find Jun Shaoxia first. Let Brother Lin calm down."

Nangong Cong nodded in agreement, and the two walked together in the direction where Lin Mufeng came.

Inside the sunset tent

Lin Mufeng sat quietly on the kang, pursing his lips.He seemed to be looking at something very intently, but when he looked closely, he found that his eyes were not in focus.

He has been sitting like this for a whole day, and his whole body is abnormally quiet.If it wasn't for him still breathing lightly, he might be regarded as a stone statue.

After calming down, he didn't feel any better in his heart. Instead, he was filled with guilt and regret.

What the hell have I done!

Obviously knowing that Ah Jiu is not to blame...Obviously knowing his feelings...

But why did you say that and do that?

It's like being brainwashed, I only know to vent all the grievances and anger on him, I only remember being deceived, but I don't think about the things he has done for himself, and the injuries he has suffered.

"...I'm so stupid that there's no cure for it. I'm really... a complete bastard." Lin Mufeng clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.His eyes were closed tightly, and there seemed to be tears on his eyelashes.

The memory at that time was chaotic with clarity, circulating in my mind over and over again.Every time, the regret and heartache in his heart deepened.

But what's the use of regretting?Ah Jiu was afraid that he would never want to see him again.If it were him, he wouldn't think about it.

I was the one who caused this situation, and I was the one who forced Ah Jiu to go away, and I am the one who regrets it now.

It's ridiculous.

He half-opened his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then he closed his eyes again, as if he had struggled for a long time before making a certain decision, and finally made another move.

He took out the Weeping Blood Sword from the storage container, then gently put it back into the sheath, cut his finger, and wrote runes on the scabbard with blood.

His movements were slow, gentle, but firm, and his expression was determined and pious, as if he was performing some kind of ritual.

When the last stroke was over, the Weeping Blood Sword seemed to let out a whine, and then lost all its brilliance.

Seal the sword.

From then on, if nothing unexpected happens, Crying Blood will always be sealed.

Let Crying Blood and his memories with Ah Jiu go silent.

In this way, it's better than Ah Jiu feeling sick after realizing the spiritual power of Weeping Blood, right?

He put away the weeping blood, and then went into a daze again.It wasn't until Wang Zi'an and Nangong Cong's tired footsteps sounded outside the tent that he came back to his senses as if startled.

The two entered the tent one after the other.

After Nangong Cong came in, he sat down on the kang and complained: "Master, I'm exhausted! Brother Wang, why do you say that you are too busy to help? You can go to the war, you have to go, now But good, you have to intervene in moving the bricks! This is so uncomfortable! You can help if you say you want, and you have to drag me! Damn, I'm exhausted!"

Wang Zi'an gave him a blank look, and said, "I'm begging you? Didn't you just hang around there and get caught moving bricks? I asked you to come with me to help you!"

"I'm not wandering around looking for you!" Nangong Cong snorted angrily, fell on the bed, and said angrily, "I don't care! Anyway, you delayed my time to meet the lover of my dreams, you have to pay for it." !"

"I'm sorry!"

Lin Mufeng watched the two quarreling, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

These two people were obviously looking for Ah Jiu, but they insisted on saying that they were moving bricks, so as not to make him feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

But no matter what, Lin Mufeng finally felt better after being made a fuss by them.He adjusted his expression while the two were bickering, and said with a slight smile, "I don't know anyone who is so clean after moving bricks back."

As soon as he said this, the two of them fell silent.

Then Nangong Cong coughed dryly, and explained: "Then... that's because my master is highly skilled!"

"En." Lin Mufeng nodded noncommittally, accepting this explanation.

"Hey, Mu Feng." Seeing that he was about to go out, Wang Zian quickly stopped him, "You haven't had dinner yet."

He shook his head, slightly bent his lips, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

Then he walked out without looking back.

The stars outside are as bright as ever, always reminding him of...

The eyes of that person.

Three years.

It took Lin Mufeng three years to make countless military exploits. He successfully repelled Ruiguo, which had been stalemate with the Weiguo army on the frontier for countless years, and became the first general to accomplish this feat.The emperor ordered the army to return to Beijing for rewards, and sent another team of soldiers to guard the frontier.

The bad news of the Patriarch's departure came from Nangong Cong's family more than a year ago, and he hastily rushed back. The army that successfully defeated the enemy country also left more than a month ago.

The newly dispatched team to guard the frontier has not yet arrived. For a while, only Lin Mufeng and Wang Zi'an were left in this huge frontier.

I don't know when it started, Lin Mufeng's life returned to peace.

All topics related to the word "Junjiang wine" were listed as taboo by Wang Zi'an and Nangong Cong, and they never mentioned it.He also never volunteered to bring up anything about that person again.

Just like...

Never in his life has the black-clothed boy named "Jun Jiangjiu" visited him.

It's just that he doesn't know when it started, he loves to laugh more and more.Just like the handsome and talented Pianpian gentleman in Beijing, he always had a gentle smile on his face.Whether it's killing enemies on the battlefield or drinking to celebrate.

I don't know when it started, but he loves to wear black clothes, and eats sweets and meat, but he is insensitive to the light vegetables that he used to love most.

I don't know when he started to live like that person.It seems that in this way, he can deceive himself and tell himself that he never left.

But self-deception can only be self-deception.

In fact, there is no news of him in this world anymore.No matter how Lin Mufeng inquired, there was never any news.

Not even relevant information.

All the traces that that person had left behind disappeared without knowing when, as if he had never appeared in the world, as if all this was just a dream of his.

Lin Mufeng took everything in the past as a dream.

Then I fell into a drunk dream and never woke up again.

"Mufeng." The prince tightened the cloak on his body, put another on him, and said, "It's already very cold outside, you're not in good health, why don't you go back to the tent first?"

Lin Mufeng's physical condition has been so damaged that he can't bear to look directly at him due to his careless squandering these years.

He could also clearly feel that his body was getting worse and he was reaching the limit, but he never minded it.

Anyway, it doesn't make any sense anymore.

"It's okay." He smiled lightly and said, "You know, if I live an extra day, it's all money."

A year and a half ago, he and Xiao Tianzhou finally rebuilt Wanji Pavilion with the help of former allies of Wanji Pavilion, but the process was full of bitterness. assassination.

The sword that Lin Mufeng blocked for Xiao Tianzhou was the beginning of problems with his body.

Although Wang Zi'an complained many times that it was worthless for him, Lin Mufeng always felt that he owed Xiao Tianzhou, so he should pay it back.

"Go back." Wang Zi'an frowned slightly, with disapproval in his tone, "You've been staring at this place for three years, it's no different."

"Well, nothing." Lin Mufeng smiled.

Wang Zi'an opened his lips, hesitated again and again, and said: "...What are you looking at?"

Lin Mufeng didn't answer his question, but smiled slightly: "The sky is very blue, isn't it?" After saying that, he turned around and wanted to go to the tent.

"You're right, I should go back to the house." He said in a nonchalant tone, jokingly, "After all, I spent so much effort to beat the enemy away, it would be too bad if I didn't survive to be rewarded. "

"You can go back with the main force." The prince pointed out this point quietly.He looked at his back with some heartache in his eyes: "Why do you?"

Lin Mufeng's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he continued to walk as if nothing had happened, his plain words came faintly in the wind.

"You overstepped the bounds, Lieutenant Wang."

Wang Zi'an didn't seem surprised that he would say that, but looked at his leaving back with an unclear expression.

Half a month later, Lin Mufeng packed his things and set off for Beijing.

The soldiers who came to take over have already arrived, and those who should be ordered have also been ordered, and he can already leave.

The way back to Beijing seems to be much faster than expected, and the memories I thought I would have seem to be gone.It's just that along the way, the dull pain in my heart lingered for some reason.

Probably the old problem of the body in recent years has committed again?

Lin Mufeng coughed in a low voice while Wang Zi'an left, and then quickly wiped the blood from his fingers.

He bent his lips and chuckled, destroyed the veil and wiped out all traces, then leaned against the window, counting his fingers casually, guessing how many days he had left to live.

Well……

There should be a year or two, right?

Wang Zi'an came back soon, and as soon as he entered the room, he frowned and said, "Your room smells of blood."

"Your nose is really good," he smiled slightly, "I haven't even smelled it myself."

Wang Zi'an looked at him seriously, and frowned: "Are you coughing up blood again?"