Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

Brother Ying left without saying goodbye. Although the old doctor in the hospital was surprised, this was actually expected. When she was able to go to the ground two days ago, she hurriedly left, but she was weak and was blown down by the wind before she reached the entrance of the hospital. Up.

When I watched Ying Ge staggering down, I thought that she would only recuperate until she had enough strength to walk out of the medical hall and would not stay for another day. She wanted to find the answer and couldn't wait for a moment. Sure enough, within two days, she left the medicine money and went on the road alone.

I'm not sure if I will continue to follow Ying Ge, because the truth about the true and false Mrs. Yue is almost solved, there is really no doubt other than whether Rong Yuan is dead or not, but if this matter ends like this, it probably means me. The time of separation from Muyan is coming soon.

I don't know how to get it back. I want to stay with him longer. Maybe he will not worry about my little girl walking alone. Will at least accompany me to find Xiao Huang and Jun Wei? If this is the case, do you want to write a letter to Jun Wei so that how far can he hide and stay away from us for a lifetime?

In any case, I still intend to explore Mu Yan's tone first.

All the way through the flowers and the willows, but Mu Yan was not in the room, only to remember that half an hour ago he saw a snow-white carrier pigeon landing in front of his window, and he expected to be out to meet guests. As I walked out, I couldn't help but wonder, if Rong Yuan really died in the 13th month, how high is the chance of dying from illness as the rumors say?

There are too many such legends in history. It seems that there is only one way to die in Huahua, but the best doctors in the country have gathered in this place, and it is very precious that they can die naturally due to illness. If it is true as Mu Yan said, Ping Hou Rong Xun ascended the throne to force the palace to be forced instead of Jing Hou to take the initiative to let the virtuous, that six months later, Jing Hou's death may also have a lot of information.

I remembered that the clan of the previous dynasty was weak, the state was not prosperous, and the princes stood side by side. The prince of Jinxi Kingdom was suitable for the murder of brother Mu and his father and assumed the title of nobility. It was revealed for the Qi princes that all the princes of the world would conquer Jinxi together. The West was defeated, the country was torn apart, and the largest piece was merged into Qi.

If I were a man, I would be able to inquire into the privacy of others like this. Weiguo hasn't perished yet. Maybe I can reproduce the disaster of Western Shanxi on this declining continent. Maybe Weiguo will not perish. Fu Zuo can last for several years.

Once I wanted to turn the tide, I didn't meet the right time. This lingering thought made me a little confused, and finally understood why none of the seniors who practiced Huaxu Yin as a living person got a good end. This secret technique itself is a kind of greed, which can most deceive people's hearts. If you plant the seeds of the flower of greed, if you can't restrain yourself, you will one day be overwhelmed by the huge flower that blooms in your heart.

Even if I’m a dead person, I can’t help but fantasize about what I can actually get if I own it. In the final analysis, looking back at Zheng Guo’s palace change, the truth is valuable to the princes that still stand on this turbulent continent. , What does it have to do with me.

Stepping out of the medical hall, you can see the mountains are cascading. In fact, I don't know where to go to find Mu Yan. After a moment of loss, I decide to stroll along the street. I feel a little lonely without Xiao Huang for company, but if Xiao Huang is for company, does it mean that finding Muyan will prevent us from being alone? Just think about it.

In the distance, there is a mixture of evening clouds, the setting sun melts gold, and the wind comes from fishing boats to sing night, and the town is quiet. Stop and go, stroll into an antique room. I actually don’t have much feelings for so-called antiques. It should be said that I don’t have feelings for everything that is ancient. But at this moment, I glanced at one place, but my legs can’t move anymore. It is a shiny, shiny whole body. In the dim twilight, there seemed to be a glowing, delicate openwork white hosta.

I stood in front of the counter and looked at it for a while, feeling that this was not enough. He woke up and took the hairpin out of the dozing old shopkeeper and placed it in his palm for a while.

The old shopkeeper smiled and said, "This hairpin has a history of two hundred years. The best jade and the best carver were only accepted yesterday. The girl saw it as fate too. If you really like it, 300 gold baht. The girl wraps it up."

I took a sigh of relief, and I didn't get over it for a long time, let alone three hundred gold baht, even if he said that I couldn't afford it with just one copper scoop. But this hairpin is so suitable for admiration, it makes people love it.

Separation from Mu Yan is a destined event, but meeting again is far away. He has met many girls in the first 20 years, but I have not caught up. In the next 20 years, he will still meet again in the next 20 years. I can't think of how many girls I have met just thinking about it. I am just one of the many girls he has met. One day he will forget me and he won't take the initiative to think again.

I buried my head in the palm of my hand, and for a long time, I raised my head and asked the worried old shopkeeper: "What can I use in exchange for your hairpin?"

He looked puzzled, and answered the question: "Is this hairpin related to the girl?"

I shook my head: "No source, but I want to get it, give it to a friend, but I don't have any money, I think maybe he will like this hairpin for a lifetime..." He felt that Mu Yan would not use the same hairpin for the rest of his life, and reluctantly changed his words: "Anyway, when he wears it, he should remember me."

The old shopkeeper looked at me for a long time: "What is the girl going to exchange for this hairpin?"

I thought for a while: "Do you accept tigers here? Four legs, alive."

"..."

In the end I bought this white hosta with a painting, and the old shopkeeper gave it one hundred gold baht. When I closed the painting, he smiled and said, “If it weren’t for the fact that it’s impossible, the old man would almost think that the girl’s painting is an authentic work of Princess Wenchang. Up."

I was stunned: "You are so knowledgeable, but if it is real, how much do you think it is worth?" The old shopkeeper touched his beard and continued to smile: "Not less than ten thousand gold." I restrained myself and rushed to the opposite Bogu shelf to move a few more times. The impulse of an antique. But think about it again, besides me, who else in the world knows that the landscape of Sui Yuancheng in front of me is worth ten thousand gold, and if I really live, how can that painting be worth ten thousand gold? Ye Zhen died, and Ye Zhen's paintbrush died too. Even if I was still painting, the paintings were not fakes.

When I walked out of the antique studio, there were already thousands of lights on the street, and I met the old doctor in the medical clinic who went out to buy wine, and learned from elsewhere that Mu Yan had entered the Banxian Building. I thought it was a restaurant, and wanted to catch up with dinner. Le Diandian with the hairpin inquired all the way, and when I walked to the door, I found it was a brothel.

I didn’t know what to think for a while. After all, I never thought that Mu Yan would visit the brothel, but he was calm. He came to a pavilion on a high platform through bribery, and saw a beautiful girl sitting behind a lyre, and Mu Yan was right. Play with a set of Muyu Stone tea set leisurely.

There was a small red clay stove in the middle of the pavilion. The charcoal fire in the stove was slightly blue, and the one I wanted to burn should be olive charcoal. I thought of a name, and my face turned pale, Qin Ziyan. Thinking of this, the anger that was originally inquiring about the crime disappeared instantly. If the woman was really Qin Ziyan, what could I do at this time? Imagine that as soon as I passed by, Mu Yan would have to introduce her to me: "This is Ziyan. We will get married in the next year and invite you to drink." The most restrained reaction I can think of is to rush over and strangle him and He died together. I raised my feet and prepared to return along the road, but I looked up and found that the eyes of the two people in the pavilion were gathered on me. This is a high platform in the backyard of the Zhan Xianlou, that is to say, there is no hiding place around.

I raised my head and glared at Mu Yan, still preparing to return along the road. Just after two steps, I heard his voice slowly ringing behind: "The new tea baked by Lianxing Girl, I was talking about making a pot of tea. Since it's here, have a drink and go back. ."

I don’t know if it should go by. For a long time, I walked slowly and found a place farthest away from them. Mu Yan glanced at me and continued to focus on the tea set in his hand. .

At this moment, the dusk was dark, and the four angled corners of the pavilion were hung with a lantern. The frivolous singing sounded in the front of the Zhanxian Building. With real gold and silver, there can be real enjoyment. This is really the simplest place in the world.

But there is still a problem that needs to be solved. I turned my head and asked the girl sitting behind Yaoqin: "Are you really called Lianxing?"

The girl didn't speak, but Mu Yan answered: "Girl Lianxing came to Sui Yuan from Qiancheng, the capital of Zhao, the day before, and she will stay here for two months, worshipping Oiran Liyunniang to practice dancing."

I glanced at him: "Have you known each other before?"

He was holding the pot to wash the tea set with the first tea water, and ordered the tureen, the sea of ​​tea, the smelling cup, and the tea cup one by one. The technique was beautiful, like flowing water: "I don't know, why?"

I tensed my face: "Lie!"

He finally looked up: "Oh? Why did I lie?"

I stared at his face, thinking this face is really good-looking, but how can I lie: "You said she has only been here for two days, and you are also the first time in Sui Yuancheng, why are you with her?"

Lian Xing, who was sitting nearby, smiled rather than smiled and said: "The slave family has never seen Master Mu before, and it is not due to fate to be able to talk to Master Mu. He is very close to him," he said with a smile and gave Mu Yan a glance." That’s all."

Mu Yan nodded in agreement: "That's it." After finishing washing his tea set there, he suddenly remembered and asked, "Have you had dinner?"

There are five words to describe how I feel at the moment, I'm so angry.

He smiled, turned his head and ordered the Lianxing: "Bring some food here, it seems she is hungry."

I grind my teeth, get up and leave: "You are hungry, your whole family is hungry."

As a result, he got up too fiercely, accidentally stepped on the corner of the skirt, almost fell on the clay stove, and was supported by him: "What is this again?"

I pressed my lips and forced my tears back: "Go for a walk!"

He put me away: "I will go after dinner."

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I pushed him away: "No, I'm used to taking a walk before dinner."

He frowned: "When did you start having this habit? Why don't I know?"

I gritted my teeth: "Some of them started today." "..."

After walking all the way, there came a starry chuckle: "The little girl seems to be very angry." I blamed my ears for being too good, but at the same time I wanted to hear Mu Yan's reaction. I pricked my ears, but only heard Flutteringly, "Follow her." Tears came out immediately, I thought, shit, he hates this person too much.

Stars lit up in the night sky, like a flowerpot in the dark sky. I squatted in a thatched pavilion behind the medical hall to think about some major events in life. The lake breeze was blowing, and I felt a little cold, and I shrank my hands into my sleeves.

The so-called knowing is easy and hard to do is really an eternal truth. For example, I have always wanted to see it, and I keep suggesting that I have actually seen it. When things happen, I find that I can’t see it only in a single thought, and this thought changes. Many things. Looking up at the boundless starry sky, as if I could see black flowing clouds, I sighed.

Halfway through the sigh, footsteps came from behind, and I knew it was Mu Yan without turning my head. I hurriedly shut up, pretending that I didn't find him, and never talked to him. He laughed, and sat down beside me, "I just got some interesting news, do you want to hear it?"

I turned my head to one side: "I don't want to listen."

He put down a food box: "I thought you would be interested," he paused, "It's about Jinghou Rongyuan."

I tilted my head back: "Oh, then just listen."

I thought I would hear Rong Yuan’s whereabouts, but I was only a little surprised to learn that after Rong Yuan hugged Chao’s Zen position, he had been secretly following the medicine saint Baili Yue, Mu Yan held the fan with interest: "Bai Li Yue It was the last person to stay with Jinghou. Whether Rong Yuan was alive or dead, and what happened to the fire in Dongshan Palace, I must ask him to know."

Some things floated across my head, and I had an idea: "Could Yingge come to Sui Yuancheng to find Bailiyue? Bailiyue is here, and people are here?" Although I know that Master Jun and Bailiyue have friendship, I also listened. Said that this medicine saint had always been uncertain, but would find a good place to hide from the world.

Mu Yan smiled and nodded: "It's a good guess, not only that, the reason why Ping Hou Rongxun appeared on the boat we were on should also be to come to Sui Yuancheng to look for Baili Yue."

I was a little surprised: "What did he find Bailiyue for? Is it true that Jinghou is really not dead, and even he does not know where Rongyuan is?"

Mu Yan gave me a meaningful look: "I haven't heard of this. According to the news I have inquired about, it is the beloved Mrs. Yue in the Pinghou Palace for some reason. When he was buried, Pinghou heard Wu Zhu's words. Saying that Mrs. Yue has not yet reached her end of life, she still has some salvation, so she searched for famous doctors all over the world. A dozen or so days ago, she found Baili Yuehe in Sui Yuancheng."

I couldn't help but sneered: "He has the heart to come to seek medical treatment as a prince himself, and he is full of affection for Jinque." The attitude suddenly reacted to the ground. This attitude is almost as if he is calm and talks with each other, and he quickly sips. I stayed on my lips, I was still angry, I talked to him, no matter what he said, I didn't answer a word.

He frowned: "It was fine just now, what's wrong?" But I still ignored him.

a long time. He sighed and said, "I'm awkward when I'm hungry? Did you eat dinner?" From the beginning to the end, he felt that I was awkward when I was hungry. I took a deep breath and turned my head and glared at him. Not hungry! No food!"

His hand that opened the food box paused: "What?"

I was about to repeat it again aggressively, when dumplings large above my head were suddenly stuffed into my mouth. He squinted at me: "What did you just say? Say it again."

I was choked by the dumplings, and I was too weak to spit out what was in my mouth. He coolly said, "Dare to spit it out and try." I wanted to try it, but suddenly there was a bird croaking behind me. I was so surprised that I swallowed half of the dumplings and wanted to open my mouth to speak. Another thin-skinned dumpling in the bamboo chopsticks came to his mouth: "I bought you jade crystal shrimp dumplings on the street, here, let’s have another one."

Although I was embarrassed just now, I can't be compared in terms of momentum. I hate to turn my head to one side: "If you don't eat, if you don't eat, you won't eat, you are annoying and not annoying!"

The bamboo chopsticks stopped in the air for a while, he put away the chopsticks, his voice was indifferent: "Okay, I'll give it to others to eat."

I was still wondering if that sentence was too much, and I felt so angry when I heard his reaction. I wanted to restrain it, but I couldn’t restrain it. I felt that my eyes were red, and I wanted to put on an indifferent expression. Such good acting skills can only barely suppress the crying: "Give it to others to eat, give it to the star, she must be very grateful to you, after eating the dumplings, I will play good tunes for you, anyway, I don’t know anything. Reluctantly playing the piano will kill people."

I can't go on. The hairpin I bought for him is in my sleeve. The hairpin I bought with such a great effort, but he and other girls are glaring at each other. He thought I was hungry when I was angry. He didn't know that I would never know what it was like to be hungry in my life.

Mu Yan fixedly looked at me with unprecedented eyes, thoughtful as if the moon was falling in a deep pool. After a long while, he suddenly whispered: "Afu, you..."

I interrupted him: "I don't look good, and I always get into trouble. Anyway, the 13th month has been settled. You will leave tomorrow and find that Lianxing. Don't follow me."

I was shocked when I said it, and I couldn't help shaking. Why would I want to drive him away, and I haven't caused any trouble, so if I hurriedly said something like this, it hurt my heart, liver, spleen and lungs. It seems that he will feel uncomfortable too, I shouldn't feel any pain.

Instead, he laughed and opened the fan unhurriedly: "Since you drive me away, then settle the wages owed to me first."

I feel confused: "When did you owe you money?"

He propped his head: "After the reunion of Bishan, I have been your guard for ten days, won't you forget it so soon?"

I was so annoyed: "I didn't say to hire you, you followed me!"

He didn't speak, and shook the fan.

I felt annoyed. The most important thing was that I didn't expect him to be so annoyed. I remembered that today I used a painting to add a hairpin and bribed the old bustard, and there were still more than 90 gold baht left. While touching the purse from his sleeve, he continued to be angry. Before I took out my purse, he opened his fan and said coolly, "One hundred gold baht a day, even half a month, it will be 1,500 gold baht. After I settle the wages, I will be on the road tomorrow. I won't bother you again."

My hand holding my money bag stopped in the sleeve cage and looked at him incredulously: "Why is it so expensive?"

He glanced at me leisurely, shook the fan again leisurely, and said leisurely: "I am a person, compared with ordinary guards, there is no other characteristic, just a word, expensive."

I felt that I was going to cry with anger.

This night ended with me throwing my money bag on Mu Yan's head.

But the next morning I found out that I should go to Mu Yan to apologize. Looking back, he would think that I was unreasonable and natural. He never knew that I liked him. It was like a government official who followed his boss on business trips. When walking, he must ride a horse or ride the same horse. , Haw and Weiwei couldn't tell why, besides thinking that he was neurotic, the boss might not have any other thoughts.

I prayed before, but Muyan turned his head back, holding such a meager hope that I had forgotten the time, and finally he got closer and closer to me, but he was not satisfying at all, but wanted more. Up.

I've been reluctant to think about it, and finally I can calm down and think about it, only to find that this is terrible. My feelings for Mu Yan are not as pure as I imagined. If this goes on, it will be over. Maybe I should really think about it. I raised my head and closed my eyes, thinking about leaving him voluntarily.

But the clues were not completely sorted out yet, and the door was pushed open. I stared at the expressionless Mu Yan at the door, and conditioned my reflex: "Morning..." I didn't finish the greeting. I didn't know if it was too nervous or something. My teeth bit my tongue...

In my impression, Mu Yan has always been elegant and laid-back, and he rarely sees him with a serious face, and at the same time he does such rude things like pushing the door without anyone's consent. A scroll was spread out on the desk. I took a probe and bit my tongue again. It was the painting I painted in the antique studio yesterday.

Looking up out of the window, there are beautiful flowers blooming on the tangled leaves of Chinensis on the bamboo fence. Mu Yan sat at the table with his arms casually resting on the edge of the table. His eyes were unpredictable. It was a little confused when reflected on me. After a long time, he laughed, looked down at the landscape picture on the bookcase, and said softly: "It's well drawn. , But don’t draw any more from now on."

I find it strange: "How did you get this painting?"

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