Chapter 719: The White Head of Youth

The days are like years, and the years are like years.

There is peace in the world, and there is no war to be found, but one can only indulge in drunkenness. Even if the strings of the piano are broken and the wine glass is broken, he is always the most sober person.

When you are young and frivolous, if you have her, it doesn't matter if you lose everything. If you lose her, it doesn't matter if you win the world.

He was used to wandering around the rivers and lakes with her by his side. He was used to the fact that every move she made during the wars could create a story for him. He was used to the fact that they could still talk and laugh and figure out the situation amidst the increasingly intensive battles. He believed in it.

He found out that she was really dead, but he didn't change his life just because he believed in it. Everything about him continued on the same trajectory as if she hadn't died...

In the late spring of this year, Gu Xiaojuan turned seven and began to take care of his lord's daily life on behalf of his mistress. Xiaojuan was the only one who understood that his lord was not the unparalleled king at all. Not only was he seriously injured, he had been sick for a long time.

, the injury could not be healed, and the body and mind were deteriorating.

But how can you feel that the mistress's aura is lingering beside the lord? Is it because the lord's actions show that this love cannot be severed at all, or has the mistress once stolen the lord's expression and temperament and put it on his face?

Which time did he look back, which time frowned, which time smiled, so similar that there is a shadow of that person in this person? Or, the lord stole the mistress's...

Chang recalled that in the bloodshed on Changping Road, the man who rescued Xiao Dian from Su Jiangxue's blade calmly faced the encircling swordsmen and was invincible at the beginning of the war; often recalled that in the smoke and sand at the top of the saw wave, Su Qin

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The woman who refused to hand over Xiao Ding remained unmoved in the face of the angry glares around her, and refused to give in even a step when she spoke. Xiao Ding, who didn't understand anything, knew that this was love, that heroes and heroines were equally matched.

The Xiao Ding who was hidden behind his armor, the Xiao Ding who was blocked behind her door, the Xiao Ding who was originally frightened by the loss of her family, finally remembered these two people in the first moment after her rebirth.

lord, mistress,

They will be their relatives from now on. The man is her father. For her, he said, "Su Jiangxue, you challenge me." The woman is her mother. She comforted her and said, "Xiaoju, don't worry, I won't let you."

No more damage."

Later, the lord was still invincible, no matter it was the internal strife of the Song army or the invasion of the Jin army. Later, the mistress was always scarred, whether it was physical persecution or verbal insults. Knowing that the mistress finally had an heir can

To stop Youyou from saying anything, Xiao Dian is the happiest one after the mistress; after losing the little monkey to the snow on Tianque Peak, Xiao Dian must be the one who sheds the most tears besides the mistress...

Nowadays, although the longing and pain of the lord are never expressed, Xiao Dian also feels it. No matter how powerful the lord is, the only happy time is the day when he has his mistress.

In his spare time, the lord only took the initiative to say one sentence to Xiao Ding, and asked her how she could dream about someone. Xiao Ding replied that she thought about something day by day and dreamed about it at night.

Everyone else arrived.

Are they all other people? Can't you dream of your mistress? Why is it that the deeper the relationship, the more powerless one has over it...

On this summer night without Yin'er, Lin Qian had been living in the middle of the mountain at Jialangding, and almost never went back to the top of the mountain. He always felt that she had only left him for a short time and would come back one day, even if it was not as a human being.

Instead of showing up, he used his soul to tease her. He knew that the place she loved the most in the Short Knife Valley was mid-level. If she came back, she would definitely come here first... He waited for her until his consciousness became blurred... He lost all his smiles and burned everything.

book policy...

After finally surviving until autumn, Yin'er still hasn't come back. He finally went to the top of the mountain once, and the hibiscus flowers she transplanted to the top of the saw wave have bloomed. The place where the little monkey is buried in Qingfengpu has also been visited.

The leaves of the four seasons are sparse and luxuriant...

Suddenly - or gradually? Everyone can see that in just half a year, in just half a year, Lin Qian changed from the young hero with fair hair to the one with hair like snow now!

How much pain did he have to go through to grow old in a short period of time? Lin Qian was only twenty-three years old that year!

When the heroes saw Lin Qian's early growth, more than one of them shed tears more than once. Seeing those generals with great military exploits secretly wiping their tears for their lord, and changing their usual rudeness, coldness, and solemnity, Xiao Ding was surprised and at the same time also

Gradually I understood that they were all

It hurts the lord and hurts the lord. But the lord always refuses to shed tears for his mistress. How could he not hate her! He hates her for refusing to fulfill her promise, hates her for not even being able to sleep at night, hates her for being naughty when she was alive.

It's even more torturous, and he hates her for the rest of his life because he can't do anything to her!

"What a lawless girl! I don't even know where she died, and she instigated these people to rebel against me!" He did not allow anyone to set up a tombstone for Yin'er, even if they said it was just a tomb. He could see these people.

I don’t read it, I don’t remember it, even though these people represent everyone.

In the winter of this year, another batch of new ships arrived in Xingzhou from Wu Xi. The soldiers and civilians of Xingzhou rushed to watch. Wu Xi brought back three large ships just for the goldfish from Lin'an. In addition, there was also the Peacock Sihua Pavilion.

, dozens of cranes, dozens of fish urns, and two Kunlun slaves. In the far border area of ​​Xingzhou, the soldiers and civilians had never seen these novel things, so naturally everyone was amazed.

That day, when Wen Yin and the two little sisters from Lanshan went to see the flounder, they heard an official talk about the flounder: "The two fish walk together, separated by a stick, and they are still the same as before." Listen, listen,

Wen Yin suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and he felt like something was corroding his heart, a severe pain.

Brother Lin Qian and the leader of the alliance, aren't they "divided with sticks"?

Why bother when it comes? It doesn’t take a moment, the misty and melodious thing disappears again.

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

I drag my stick to the dangerous building. I fight against the sky, the waves are vast, and the moon is flowing in the mist. I sweep away the floating clouds and the wind is uncertain. I don’t put the boat out for the night. The wild geese fall deep into the cold reeds. I look at the hanging shadows in the sky of the Guanhe River, and the snoring of the human world.

Drum drum. Who will accompany me while I dance drunkenly?

I dream about Yangzhou Road once in ten years. I lean on the high cold, worry about my homeland, and swallow the arrogant captives with anger. I want to kill Loulan with a three-foot sword, and I regret the old words of Pipa. The dust of bronze flowers is dark and astringent. I call the relegated immortal Pingzhang to see, and I can still fish when I cross the Tiao River.

No? The wind is so strong that I want to fly.

——I would like to pay tribute to Lin Feng with Zhang Yuanqian's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom"

The flowing light easily throws people away, turning cherries red and bananas green.

The next year, Gu Tingxian and Sun Siyu were already recognized as the golden boys and girls of Dandao Valley. Guo Zijian, Yuchixue and Xiaoxiao had already become a family in Longxi. Qian Shuang also had a daughter brought to him by Guo Sanniang. Xie Yunyi

His relationship with Fan Yong'er has remained stable to this day.

At the beginning, Yin'er would rather be reprimanded, ridiculed, and spoken ill of. She would try her best to bring these people together, plan and help at all costs, and would be happy to do so. Everything that Yin'er has changed is left in front of her eyes.

Only Yin'er no longer appeared next to Lin Qian. Looking down from the hillside of Tianque Peak, what he saw was a peaceful and peaceful Dandao Valley, and the peace and prosperity of Xingzhou as a whole, but Yin'er had no chance to see it.

See.

Perhaps it was fate that Yin'er was destined to work hard, but she happened to be missing in that good time of the New Year. Now, another New Year has arrived.

"Yin'er, it's such a pity that I can no longer see you at the age of twenty-one."

In the third year of Jiatai, if Yin'er was alive, he would definitely not recognize him. His words became a prophecy, and he was given unlimited wealth, a beautiful face, and hair like snow.

In the evening, I walked through Qingfengpu to visit Jingxiu and Wei Mou. Luo Yuankong and Luo Zhiyan were mostly in the tombs. They were his good friends, confidants, mentors and acquaintances. However, they were with Wei Qu and Luo Qing. Like dust, they are all the people who shed blood and sacrificed their lives on his journey. There is also the little monkey. Strangely enough, this child is not alive, but there seems to be endless words between him and it. In the dark, there is a chant. Let's lead them for them.

"Alas! If my father-in-law is still alive now, he will probably clamor for my lord to renew his string." Zhu Mengchang's voice just came. Standing in front of Luo Zhiyan's grave, although he had a semi-ridiculous tone, he was regretful. There was no disrespect in her expression. Standing next to Luo Qingwu, she probably just wanted to comfort her. This sentence really worked. Luo Qingwu was still crying and crying, but suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Luo Zhiyan's death. He is very happy. Today I came to worship him rather than cry to him: "Dad, the New Year is here, you have to be a good ghost down there. Don't waste time with the little ghosts, bribe the Lord of Hell well, and try to be reincarnated into a good family!" "

"Lord?! Are you here to worship my father-in-law too?" Zhu Mengchang was suddenly startled. How could he not be familiar with the outline of Qian? He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. "Fear of lord" is also a disease.

"My lord, come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner tonight." Seeing Lin Qian nodding and stepping forward, pouring wine in honor of Luo Zhiyan, Luo Qingwu smiled and spoke for her husband.

"No need. I will be back from Lintao today and I have something to discuss with him." Lin Qian shook his head.

"General Hai? It's okay. Invite General Hai here too. I'll cook for you personally." Luo Qingwu said with a smile.

"Oh, Qing Wu can cook now?" Lin Qian's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Then I really have to try it! Brother Lin, I have to pity me for traveling such a long distance!" Hai happened to appear not far behind Lin Qian, holding the war horse. He had just arrived after a long journey.

"That's all. Let's go." Lin Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Luo Qingwu seemed to be really good at cooking, but she was not yet good at it, so she needed Zhu Mengchang to help. When Lin Qian and Hai were talking about Lintao Mansion's anti-gold war, he and his wife were jumping around in the kitchen from time to time. There was a conversation like this——

Luo Qingwu: Why are your hands all sweaty?

Zhu Mengchang: It’s not sweat, it’s oil.

Luo Qingwu: Ah! Dirty!

Through the window, I saw Miss Luo with a look of disgust on her face, and she wiped the hand that Zhu Mengchang had held on his body, while Zhu Mengchang smiled with a confused look on his face. Although the scene was ridiculous, it was decent. It is happiness and contentment.

Once upon a time, Qian also had this scene.

Only when it is gone will you know what is gone.

That woman made him wish he could live his life over again.

That woman naturally caused countless beauties to retreat.

The Evil Queen once said with a smile, "After following the same path of Hui Ru, I can only ask God to open his eyes." Every once in a while, she would go back to the Short Knife Valley, and she would always lift up a strand of Lin Qian's white hair and laugh: " What night is it today?" She has always been cynical, but it is easy to heal emotional wounds.

Unlike Sun Siyu and Luo Qingwu, Luo Qingyi never transferred her feelings. Before she went to Minshan, she clearly said to Lin Qian: "I would rather be disappointed in this life than alone in my life. You don't need to worry about me. I don't care about you."

It's not painful." This sentence means that it will be difficult for Luo Qingyi to come back from Minshan.

Luo Qingyi's words were based on Lin Qian's heart. These words basically spoke of Qian's state of mind.

In fact, Qingyi had known for a long time that Qian would rather be disappointed in this life and would rather be alone for the rest of her life, and would never want any woman other than Yin'er. The heart that should belong to her could only protect his chest tightly.
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