Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

Day by day, I felt exhausted and fatigued. As the cracks in the other half of the shark beads deepened, the inflow of life became rapid. In the past, there was only no sense of breathing, smell, taste, or pain, but recently, even the sense of touch is not very sensitive.

I didn't expect a miracle to happen, but every day I woke up, the first picture that came to my mind was the broken beads in my chest. I could almost tell which ones were new cracks. It was really a torture.

I didn't tell Mu Yan about these things, but I think he was actually very clear. He just pretended to be in front of me, even if the sky is down, it seems that everything can be at ease as long as he is there.

"If you want to do something, you don't believe you will do it, how can you do it." This is what he said for a long time. With him, I have a lot of education, this is one of them, but there are some things that we can do without our belief.

But I would rather he see that I trust him wholeheartedly, and see that I feel relieved without hesitation.

Since the day Mu Yan found me, many occultists began to enter and leave Chen Palace, and I knew what they were invited to. Su Yi told me excitedly that there are many masters who condense the spirit hairspring among these magicians. I have her subtext, but the spirit hairspring that has been imprisoned by Hua Xu cannot be condensed into charm. This is also clear.

In the past, he eagerly asked me to live hard before he found a way. Now when I think about it, he knew that I was a dead person when he said those words. The so-called finding a way is to try to restore my lost or decayed senses. Right.

Looking back at that time, it was a luxury to have such a desire. Now, it has become a difficult and hopeless thing to keep the appearance of this living dead in the world.

In a few moments, we are like the shadows of twins. But sometimes he would go to those occultists to discuss matters, this kind of moment would not take me, maybe because the only thing to be discussed was my life and death.

But I did not follow the rules as he imagined. I once secretly went to the outer room of the study to hear it. It's no different from other discussions. The participants first speak one by one, reporting recent research results, and then discuss freely. To put it bluntly, they expose each other's shortcomings and demonstrate that those methods are impossible to implement.

But this time I listened to the corner, and finally developed into a big quarrel, which is unexpected. And all the quarrels ultimately boiled down to a broken cup, and Mu Yan's faint voice sounded as the cup fell:

"Hands slipped."

The inner room was silent. He asked seriously: "What if the lonely life should be allocated to the queen? Who can do it?"

After that time, I never wanted to listen to them. People in the world say one sentence and one hurt. Sometimes we are sad not because those words are bad, but because we cannot bear it.

I didn’t need sleep in the past. I went to sleep when I wanted to sleep. But recently, the sleepiness is getting worse, and it seems that the shark pearl has lost some functions.

And Mu Yan also started to have a problem. He always wakes me up in the middle of the night and asks me to say a few words to him before he will continue to put me to sleep. When I was awakened a few times, my head was not confused. I heard him call me unsteadily, and the two of them were hugging me with a thick blanket, but the hands holding me were cold.

At first I didn't know why, but later I realized that he was scared, afraid that I would fall asleep, so I fell asleep forever. Every day and night, he was terrified, but he didn't let me see it in the day.

In the winter months, I heard that the war between Zhao and Jiang was getting worse. Zhao Guo burned his body this time, and the flames of war spread all the way to his door. Although the sergeants worked hard and stubbornly resisted, they were far from Jiang Guo's national strength, and their defeat was miserable. But Jiang Guo obviously didn't know how to take it when he saw it well, and he had the potential to attack Zhao Capital all the way. And when things have progressed to this point, Mu Yan is almost planning to take action.

This is indeed his net. The emperor gave him the name of being a Qing Qing, so that he shared his worries. This time the troops sent companies are all ready-made-"The princes have lost peace, and the emperor will mediate." To intervene in this battle, Chao is the most suitable person besides the emperor. The emperor does not have the ability to intervene. In the eyes of the world, he is the one who should act. Although the folk customs of Chen Guo are open, just like Wei Guo, there has always been a woman who does not speak politics.

But between bedtime, Mu Yan usually tells me these things as bedtime stories to coax me to sleep.

He likes to treat me as a child. I didn’t understand it before. That’s how he loves someone. And all the lines are over, the only thing I am curious about is the whereabouts of the original chess piece-Qin Ziyan, because this is really hard to guess, even after listening to so many bedtime stories, it still has no answer. After a long time, he started to ask Mu Yan, but he didn't take it seriously: "If you are still alive, it should be in Zhao Guo."

I feel confused. He patiently explained: "When I met with Zhao in private, how do you think that Zhao Wangquan can be convinced of Jiang Guo's act of putting on blame?"

I didn't think about it: "Rely on your acting skills!"

He showed an expression that he didn't want to continue the topic: "...Let's go to bed early."

After entangled for a long time, he spat out two words stingly: "Personal testimony." Qin Ziyan was a testimony. This was the reason why he looked for her at that time, and why she would stay in Zhao country in the end.

Nest in his arms like this, and talk to his parents about these world events in a short and simple way. If I can be with him to grow old, we should be like this for the rest of our lives. I can do this to be good to his wife.

I have always imagined that one day I can be his support. When he makes a wise decision, he will accompany him to open a wide enough vision. If I can live long enough and work harder, I think I can do it too. But every time I think of this, a voice in my heart quietly reminds me, can you see the shadow looming behind you? That layer of separation and the shadow of death?

November. After a few frosts, the white plum blossoms outside the city. I hope that time can pass as slowly as the shadow of the sun. I don't think too much about the separation, and the exhaustion in Mu Yan's eyes is getting more and more. He thought it was a good idea. I pretended not to know.

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But I really don’t know if it’s easier to survive in an extremity. Just when I gave up those unrealistic expectations in my heart, the newly-invited occultist brought the good news that I hoped for a long time: there may be another one in the world. The shark beads sealed by Hua Xuyin.

According to his theory, there is no single thing in the human world, and everything must be related to each other. This is the law of creation. At the beginning of the ancient times, no matter whether Hua Xuyin was enclosed by the force of nature or artificially, it would not violate the law of creation, so above Kyushu, there must be another pearl from the sea.

But most people in the world don't know the powerful power contained in it, and it may have been dusted for a long time, or it may just be used as a reward.

I didn't intend to say that it was a curtain from the sky, because I don't know if this is another joke made by fate. Speaking responsibly, it really likes to joke with me. But no matter what, Mu Yan began to look for the whereabouts of the legendary bead throughout the continent of Kyushu, although no one knew whether it really existed.

In my life, it seems that good luck has not been exhausted.

Seven days later, Master Jun came to visit me in Chen Palace, and he really brought news that Jiang’s ancestral hall was enshrining a pearl. Legend has it that it was a relic from ancient times, and that pearl was indeed a shark. Beads.

On the twelfth day of the winter month, Chen Guo sent troops to surround Jiang to save Zhao, and Mu Yan personally conquered Jiang. This time I personally set off, I know where he intends.

On the eve of the expedition, under the red candle, he drew a white plum on my forehead injury. In the bronze mirror, the shallow flower marks grow out of the temples, which are beautiful and bright. I don't know what his intentions are. I heard him say for a long time: "I originally wanted to draw your eyebrows, but your eyebrows are beautiful. It's good without me."

It turned out to be like this. Although he didn't like me taking memories too seriously, he wanted to leave some memories for me about the boudoir things that ordinary couples often do.

He supported my pancreas with his hand and looked at me with a smile: "Is the drawing good?"

I nodded seriously and commented: "Well, a white plum has come out of the wall. From then on, the king will not be early." Seeing him raising his eyes, squinting slightly, he quickly retreated to the corner of the bed: "I'm talking for fun, you, you, you, Don't come here yet."

He took a step closer: "What happens when you come over?"

I continue to step back: "Then you have to promise me not to do anything excessive."

He smiled: "Do you think it is possible?"

The next day Mu Yan went to the expedition, it was the cold wind and cracking, I stood on the palace and looked at him, but did not send him out of the city gate.

Also promised that I will come back soon, so this is not a separation.

Or even if I die before he returns, I will try to get myself to his side. The scriptures fly like a geese every day, all in his handwriting, so he is still safe. My stamina is gradually running out, and I recently discovered that I am not very sensitive to hearing. The good news came that day, Wucheng had its first snow in winter. The flying first snow is like white plum blossoms, blooming in the middle of the city, falling to the fingertips, slightly cold.

On the twenty-seventh day of the winter moon, heavy snow flew, and I stood on the wall of Wucheng in full dress, waiting for Mu Yan to return triumphantly.

On the page, as on the eve of his expedition, he painted white plums as decorations, and under the soft fox fur, the water-blue long skirt dangled seven feet.

Under the high city wall, you can see the courtiers divided into two rows, standing on the side of the stone road, while the white plums outside the city seem to have the meaning of Fei Yun, blooming more prosperously in the snow, just imagine, you can smell it. Lengxiang.

Zhi Su supported me and kept trying to coax me back: "Your majesty's holy driver will not be able to get to the outskirts of the city before time. For example, when the time passed, there was such a heavy snow..."

I shook my head: "He will be back early."

Zhi Su didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do with me.

At the end of the hour, it seemed to be coming from a very far away place, and the sound of triumph fell into my ears, accompanied by the sound of a strict march. I asked Ji Su softly: "Did you hear it?"

Before waiting for her answer, she saw a galloping horse rushing at the end of the stone road. There seemed to be no other sound in the world, only the gradual sound of horseshoe knocking in my heart, and a familiar figure appeared in my eyes. I pushed away Maru Su's support and rushed down the tower with my skirt. The skirt wagging the ground danced in the wind, and I saw him roll over and get off his horse, opening his arms to me far away. At that moment, there seemed to be a ray of light passing through the gray clouds, and even the thick Limaoxue turned into six-sided ice flowers, light and transparent. I threw into his arms, the cold armor flicked over my fingers, and couldn't help making people shudder, but looking at him, the thin and beautiful eyebrows were smiling with peace of mind, and my shadow was reflected in the eyes.

I wanted to touch his face with my hand, but finally stopped between my eyebrows: "I can cook bird's nest porridge. Go home and cook it for you."

His lips curled up slowly, holding my hand gently against his face: "Can you really eat it?"

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