"I know, you go out first!"

Meng Hu turned around and went out, leaving the house empty and lonely. Feng Xie looked from the window lattice to the crumbling bed, from the wooden utensils to the dust-covered Jiaowei Qin on the table, and his fingertips traced the seven strings one by one.

, there was a faint trembling sound, and he murmured:

"I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze...I'm back...but where...are you..."

At the end of the corridor of the Chaoyang Hall, Jimo sat blankly, seemingly preoccupied. He did not even notice the footsteps of Jian Yao walking in. The breath of night filled the air, drowning all emotions, and finally buried himself in deep loneliness.

among.

The wind was still whistling, raising fine dust all over the sky. Jian Yao's memory was immersed in this noisy sky, but it was so quiet that it was a bit dull.

"When are you leaving?"

When she spoke, Jimo's back stiffened, but he didn't look back.

"tomorrow!"

Jian Yao's nose couldn't help but feel sore. Such people and scenes were repeated over and over again in her short life. However, the protagonists in them changed and staggered, but they were all people who made her heartache.

I can't see my own expression, in the ups and downs of the memory scenes, in the joys and sorrows in the past, whether it is resentful, sad, or dull. In quiet days, there are no memories flying around, and I don't allow myself to save them, and I don't allow myself to be sad either.

The slender hands gently placed on Jimo's shoulders, and Jian Yao leaned very close, almost touching Jimo's back. Jimo's body shook heavily, and he stiffly accepted Jian Yao's warm body.

"Jimo, I still remember sending you away like this when I was fourteen years old. Do you remember?"

Jimo's heart tugged hard. At that time, he was the prince and she was the queen of the country. Now, within a few years, he and she are nothing!

"After so many years, the smell of the sea on you still hasn't changed..."

Jimo's back felt hot, and liquid flowed down his back. The past events reappeared one after another. He couldn't bear to recall what he had gained and what he had lost. What would be waiting for him in Nanyang tomorrow? He didn't know, and Huaisha would be there.

Bi, I have always been weak, Huaisha

For love, he fought with humiliation, and Huaisha ran around for years for the lives of his tribe. Looking back, he was the one who was worthless. He abandoned both his tribe and himself. He has not changed, yes, everyone has changed, except

You haven't changed yourself, and your shame hasn't changed.

Jimo spread his palms and buried his face deeply in them, fighting endlessly. He seemed to see the blood of his people spilling on the battlefield. Suddenly his palms became cold, and a porcelain bottle was stuffed in by Jian Yao. He turned around in surprise, but

He saw Jian Yao half sideways, hiding in the shadow under the eaves.

"Jimo, at this moment, I don't want to talk about national justice, let alone grievances. Huaisha has no meaning to me, but I owe you and Mo Qi. I still remember how you saved me when I first arrived in Nanyang.

For a moment, I still remember the dark life of Jiao Ren, so you take the antidote, but please also forgive my resentment, because after all, Jian Mucheng is my closest relative."

"Jian Yao..."

Jimo's words were choked with sobs and lingered on his lips without any exit. He took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, saluted heavily, then stood up and left the Chaoyang Palace like a gust of wind.

Jian Yao cried out in the dark night. Now, even she herself didn't know for whom the tears were shed. Jian Muchong, whose life or death was uncertain, Jimo who was about to go on an expedition, and Feng Xie who was entrenched in Dongyin, they all seemed to be closely related to her.

, and it seems that we are thousands of miles apart

, ambition, and war, brought them together, but cut her heart with daggers. Peace, she silently muttered, for everyone in her heart, knowing that it was impossible, but she sincerely hoped that they could all be safe. "

Got it, go out first!"

Meng Hu turned around and went out, leaving the house empty and lonely. Feng Xie looked from the window lattice to the crumbling bed, from the wooden utensils to the dust-covered Jiaowei Qin on the table, and his fingertips traced the seven strings one by one.

, there was a faint trembling sound, and he murmured:

"I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze...I'm back...but where...are you..."

At the end of the corridor of the Chaoyang Hall, Jimo sat blankly, seemingly preoccupied. He did not even notice the footsteps of Jian Yao walking in. The breath of night filled the air, drowning all emotions, and finally buried himself in deep loneliness.

among.

The wind was still whistling, raising fine dust all over the sky. Jian Yao's memory was immersed in this noisy sky, but it was so quiet that it was a bit dull.

"When are you leaving?"

When she spoke, Jimo's back stiffened, but he didn't look back.

"tomorrow!"

Jian Yao's nose couldn't help but feel sore. Such people and scenes were repeated over and over again in her short life. However, the protagonists in them changed and staggered, but they were all people who made her heartache.

I can't see my own expression, in the ups and downs of the memory scenes, in the joys and sorrows in the past, whether it is resentful, sad, or dull. In quiet days, there are no memories flying around, and I don't allow myself to save them, and I don't allow myself to be sad either.

The slender hands gently placed on Jimo's shoulders, and Jian Yao leaned very close, almost touching Jimo's back. Jimo's body shook heavily, and he stiffly accepted Jian Yao's warm body.

"Jimo, I still remember sending you away like this when I was fourteen years old. Do you remember?"

Jimo's heart tugged hard. At that time, he was the prince and she was the queen of the country. Now, within a few years, he and she are nothing!

"After so many years, the smell of the sea on you still hasn't changed..."

Jimo's back felt hot, and liquid flowed down his back. The past events reappeared one after another. He couldn't bear to recall what he had gained and what he had lost. What would be waiting for him in Nanyang tomorrow? He didn't know, and Huaisha would be there.

Bi, I have always been weak, Huaisha

For love, he fought with humiliation, and Huaisha ran around for years for the lives of his tribe. Looking back, he was the one who was worthless. He abandoned both his tribe and himself. He has not changed, yes, everyone has changed, except

You haven't changed yourself, and your shame hasn't changed.

Jimo spread his palms and buried his face deeply in them, fighting endlessly. He seemed to see the blood of his people spilling on the battlefield. Suddenly his palms became cold, and a porcelain bottle was stuffed in by Jian Yao. He turned around in surprise, but

He saw Jian Yao half sideways, hiding in the shadow under the eaves.

"Jimo, at this moment, I don't want to talk about national justice, let alone grievances. Huaisha has no meaning to me, but I owe you and Mo Qi. I still remember how you saved me when I first arrived in Nanyang.

For a moment, I still remember the dark life of Jiao Ren, so you take the antidote, but please also forgive my resentment, because after all, Jian Mucheng is my closest relative."

"Jian Yao..."

Jimo's words were choked with sobs and lingered on his lips without any exit. He took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, saluted heavily, then stood up and left the Chaoyang Palace like a gust of wind.

Jian Yao cried out in the dark night. Now, even she herself didn't know for whom the tears were shed. Jian Muchong, whose life or death was uncertain, Jimo who was about to go on an expedition, and Feng Xie who was entrenched in Dongyin, they all seemed to be closely related to her.

, and it seems

Thousands of miles apart, ambition and war brought them together, but they cut into her heart. Peace, she silently muttered, for everyone in her heart. She knew it was impossible, but she sincerely hoped that they would all be safe.
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