Qingchuan History

Chapter 957 Gu Pan
There are ten soldiers around by visual inspection, and there should be more hiding places.Murong Xun hadn't been guarded like this for a long time, he was a little strange, a little friendly, a little unaccustomed, and felt deeply that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

Gu Xinglang really moved, still looking at the snowy field, his mind didn't pull back at all, the coordination of movements was just subconscious.

"It's the first time I've seen you like this."

Not teasing.In the past few years, even if there were difficulties and ups and downs, the three words Gu Xinglang meant victory. No matter how difficult the ups and downs were, he would have the last laugh—he was indeed always smiling, calmly .

No one answered.

Murong Xun turned his head to look at him, feeling even more bewildered than when he was watching from a distance, "We are sure of winning this journey, what happened all of a sudden?"

Since the reunion, he has been in control of the situation, silently and forcefully declaring Ruan Xueyin's belonging, and then kept on the offensive, and Sun Gong was the first soldier, very Gu Xinglang, very unquestionable.

"You know, she and I," Gu Xinglang finally said, but found that he couldn't find an appropriate word to summarize it.

Murong Xun reluctantly understood, "I probably know."

Gu Xinglang shook his head, "No one knows how close she is to me. She only uses half a sentence in her speech, sometimes she only uses her eyes, and later she doesn't even use her eyes. She knows my ideals and I know her. , and each other’s small wishes, many of which overlap. We go hand in hand, although there have been suspicions and doubts, we finally support each other to achieve success, wading through storms, and five years have passed like a lifetime.”

Not to mention the sweetness like dense flowers, all the emotional moments,
"How do I let go of such a person, starting with a crush, then obsessed, addicted, dependent, and finally," he still couldn't find the right words, and smiled sadly,
"She seems to have become a part of me, embedded in my body and soul. I never knew there was such a thing. A person and another person met completely strangely in this vast world, and then got to know each other and stay together. So far. No one told me that there is, and I have never seen or heard of it. Before her, I had longed for others, thinking that love is nothing more than that."

Murong Xun originally came to comfort others.

I was ready to take the bitter water, but when I finished speaking, I felt a sense of choking.

He understood what he said, but he didn't fully understand it, because he and Jing Tingge were not the same.They also waded through the storm hand in hand, and passed through the glorious years, but they were confirmed too late because of the status of the monarch and ministers, or because of the love issue—in short, they were not.

If they were lovers from the beginning, like Gu Xinglang and Ruan Xueyin, would he and Jing Tingge be able to experience the rare things he said at this moment?

When Murong Xun thought this way, Yu Jie felt regretful for a moment, and soon felt relieved.Probably still can't.Probably just as everyone has their own talent, talent is also talked about among people.Probably Gu Xinglang and Ruan Xueyin are the one-in-a-million talents.

But talent may not be perfect.

But he and Tingge are already consummated.

"Since that's the case, anyway, you know her tricks, so it's impossible to break her tricks."

Gu Xinglang still had a smile, but it was uglier than crying, "But she gave in."

She no longer refuses or circumvents, or even denies—she does not deny that she is still him in her heart, and her actions are still for him.She didn't deny it, but she didn't repeat it with him. She didn't give it to him that he thought he could go back to the past as long as he persisted.

Just now in the cave, she had finally had enough trouble, let him rest on her leg, as before, gently rubbing his temples, scalp, shoulders and neck.

He was lying on his side, facing her, with his arms around her waist.

"You are too tired and need to rest." The tone was the same as before, the gentleness that had not been seen for a long time.

Gu Xinglang thought he had heard it wrong, so he answered from his heart in a daze: "You will be fine when you go back."

Ruan Xueyin sighed softly, still gentle, "I know the pros and cons, and I still have to toss about it, what is it not to be guilty? How old are you, you have to learn to pick it up and put it down, and don't worry about it."

Not only gentle, but also reproachful.

Gu Xinglang couldn't control his nose sore, he felt wronged everywhere when he was with her.The forbearance that has been sitting on the throne for so many years has been integrated into these grievances. She can only complain to her alone, or not. As long as she is there, the wind will turn into rain. "I can't learn."

Ruan Xueyin turned his face, made him look up, and met his eyes, "You don't want to learn, so you didn't learn. You have to learn, and after passing this level, you will be invincible. This is the emperor's way, you know it very well."

lonely way.The way of loneliness.

"Before you appeared, I had already learned it." He looked at her drooping eyes, slender eyelashes, and the color of water in those icy eyes, and he reached out to caress, "After you appeared, I will know that I don't have to learn it." , lose it, and never learn it again.”

Ruan Xueyin laughed and rubbed the center of his brows, "Learn it. Learn it again. Things that you think you can't pass will pass one day. Yes."

The snowfield is extremely silent, soaked in moonlight, dark silver blue, not like the world.

"It's more cruel than deceiving yourself or others if you tell the truth to the end."

Four years ago, it was a dead end, so the solution was to die; now thinking of returning to life, he will only let the troubles survive together - his determination is hitting the south wall, and he wants to finish what he didn't finish four years ago.

Everyone understands, so everyone opposes it.But in the past few days, he pretended that there was no such thing, and devoted himself to repairing it, so-called self-deception; or even so, he planned to break through the south wall, so-called deception.

"That's true, so there are some things I never ask, and I never tell." Murong Xun said.

Gu Xinglang didn't know much about Shangguan Banquet and Jingting Ge.But also understand what he meant.

"But she insisted on telling the truth so that I could give up."

"Have you given up?"

"Not at all. Never mind."

Murong Xun laughed out loud, and patted him on the back so hard that Gu Xinglang shook. "Then why are you still worrying here!" The voice also made a loud noise, drawing the attention of several guards who were standing closer, he restrained himself,
"She still used a trick on you, telling you not to go back anyway. You have to use the same trick, telling you to go back anyway! Hey, you used this trick in the first place, so what is the problem?"

Gu Xinglang was also confused by his question.

"Maybe," he tried to sort it out, "maybe because she acted calmly, even if she went back, she wouldn't,"

"And won't be as loving as ever with you?"

right.Gu Xinglang agreed.

"Then is she really calm?"

Gu Xinglang was sure, at least nine points.However, due to the continuous setbacks and tonight's attack, only five or six points were lost. "I have no idea."

Murong Xun laughed out loud again, and echoes echoed for miles around. "She has you in her heart, so no matter what, she will not be as calm as water. She is calm now, but because you are considerate; once you have something to do, she will charge faster than these elite soldiers!"

This did not comfort Gu Xinglang.

What makes him sad is her attitude and choices, and he is afraid that they will last forever, like ice in a cold place—it is better to speak coldly earlier, and a gentle and firm "no" is the most painful.

"Okay! I haven't fought any good battles before, and I'm a hero when I wake up from sleep! I thought you would never be frustrated, and there are times when you worry about gains and losses. Xueyin is really amazing."

Gu Xinglang didn't care about him taking advantage of the fire. "Are you on my side again?"

Murong Xun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again, "Isn't it because I helped Ruan Zhong? I'll make an apology to you."

Gu Xinglang looked at the snowfield.

"The throne, Sheji, is too heavy. I am already willing to bear the burden, and I want to leave a reward for myself. I only want one point, so it's not too much."

This point is Ruan Xueyin.He sleeps long and hard, builds the country with copper walls and iron walls, and now breaks the south wall for the only reward he wants, which is not selfish.

Those who stand in the way die.

"It's not too much." Murong Xun was silent for a moment before returning.I am afraid that he is the only one who understands what he said best in the world, even though he has been in power far less than him. "It's high and it bears its weight. This is the reason why I have longed for and rejected that position for a long time."

Gu Xinglang always felt that his ambition to be a king was not very high.Just like the original self.

"Then why do you want to go back?"

The words of wanting to go back to Cangwu were said as a joke.

When asked back after a few days, it can no longer be regarded as a joke.

At least the other party didn't take it as a joke.

Murong Xun thought for a while, but still answered jokingly: "I'm not used to living in the south. There's too much rain, the bedding is not fresh, and the winter is cold, it's hard to bear."

Gu Xinglang turned to look at him.

Murong Xun was defeated. "I don't want my family business to be ruined in my hands; I don't want to lose to Shangguan Yan; I don't want her life's ambitions to be wasted for ten years. Is it enough?"

It has both reason and reason, and it has a strong voice.Gu Xinglang laughed, "That's enough."

Murong Xun suddenly realized that his slumping in the middle of the night was just a trap, and the play with Ruan Xueyin was just to induce him to tell the truth.

Forget it, this battle is on the same boat, so if you want to cross the river smoothly, you should cut your heart.

Under the same piece of silver and blue, on the other side of the forest, ten-year-old Ruan Xueyin has already appeared on the paper.

That year, Jing Tingge followed her to the Tianchang Festival, and when she went back to Yin Palace, she also saw Ruan Zhong for the first time. From the beginning of a fate, both of them thought it was worth painting.

The clothes are also the same day.Ruan Bi always thought Ruan Xueyin was ugly, and every year when she came back, she would ask Mrs. Shu to prepare another outfit, and change into it at the palace banquet to cope with the occasion.

It is crabapple red, which is deeper than peach red, but not as good as crimson red. It is inexplicably mixed with purple. Let's say it is charming. It is extremely inappropriate to wear on a ten-year-old girl.

Jing Tingge believes that Xia Yaoyao did it on purpose.Both their mother and daughter wore proper crimson red, which seemed to be unfair to Ruan Xueyin's red name, and the begonia red was still old-fashioned, and the little girl's family couldn't support it.

But Ruan Xueyin held on.Yuemo's skin is fairer than snow, and she has an outstanding bearing. Her vulgar dress was dyed with a fairy air, and she jumped out of the misty rain in Suoning to be so bright.

"It's not that ugly." Jing Tingge whispered at that time.

Ruan Xueyin was very disgusted, she pointed her nose and sniffed, "Can you smell the fragrance?" From the palace skirt on her body, "It's so annoying."

Jing Tingge sniffed, "Huh - it's so strong, did you smoke it specially? This bad woman."

After she finished speaking, she saw Ruan Zhong.

Standing by the ditch under the rockery, the 12-year-old boy is tall and handsome, but he is full of hostility, and his whole body seems to be carrying a large group of dark clouds.

She saw him staring at Ruan Xueyin without blinking, there was clearly an undercurrent in the depths of his pupils that she couldn't understand.Seeing Jing Tingge looking over, he turned his eyes quickly, and then strode away.

"Who is that?" She asked curiously, only a figure from the back remained in her field of vision.

"Ruan Zhong." Ruan Xueyin replied.

"Isn't that your brother? See you once a year without saying hello?"

"Have you seen anyone in this palace greet me?"

That's true, but—"I remember he doesn't have a good background, does he? He's half a catty, and he dares to be arrogant with you?"

"It's not air." Ruan Xueyin led her to Yingchen Hall, "He doesn't like to talk."

Jing Ting Ge is funny, "Is there anyone less talkative than you?"

Ruan Xueyin thought about it seriously, "I seem to talk more than him."

Therefore, Jing Tingge paid extra attention in the next few days, and gradually realized that the undercurrent seemed to be love, and was completely shocked.

"You can't like your sister, even though she's not the same mother, she's the same father. Are you sick?"

That was the first sentence she said to him. On the day she left the palace, she rushed to him very suddenly.

As gloomy as Ruan Zhongyi's face changed drastically, he had never met before, and he had no head or tail, but he hit the bull's-eye—Shi Potianjing, who belonged to Jingting Ge, and he saw it for the first time.

"You are the only one who is sick." After a long time, the four words came back, and the voice was obviously stiff.

Jing Tingge knew that she guessed right, and was a little aphasic. Fortunately, Ruan Xueyin didn't live in Yin Palace, so she told the teacher when she planned to go back.

"There is also a flower tin here." The lonely forest in the snowfield is even more lonely, especially Ruan Zhong's voice is like ice edge.

Jing Tingge's thoughts were pulled back, and he squinted to see where the tip of his pen fell.

"No."

"Have."

"Not really."

"Yes."

Jing Tingge raised his eyebrows, "Then ask Xiaoxue!"

It is so absurd that the person who is painted should be dragged to adjudication.In the passage of the cave, Ruan Xueyin looked at the faces of the two without words, and then at the painting of her own face, she couldn't help it: "How can it be so beautiful?"

The person in the painting is really like the person in the painting, at the age of ten, he is like a fairy.

The two people on the opposite side were impatient, and said in unison: "Tell me first, is there a flower tin here?"

"Small, six-petal plum, red gold." Ruan Zhong added.

Ruan Xueyin had long since forgotten that all the pearls and emeralds on her head were handwritten by her aunt in the palace, and none of them had her approval. "You can figure it out, as long as you are satisfied."

Gu Xinglang was very satisfied.

He and Murong Xun came back just in time, took the portrait from Ruan Zhong, looked at it for a long time, their minds were all concentrated.

"It's a pity that the color is not enough, otherwise it can be better."

"It's very restored." Jing Tingge sneered, "The beauty of the painting is not in the richness of color, but in the fullness of the artistic conception."

Gu Xinglang looked at Ruan Zhong.

Ruan Zhong nodded slightly.

"It's a pity that there is no wine to celebrate the completion of the masterpiece." Murong Xun laughed.

Gu Xinglang raised his voice to call for someone to look for him.

Traveling thousands of miles, all the drinks I brought are gone, and there is no one in the wild, so where can I find them in the middle of the night?This order is really arrogant.

But Ruan Xueyin roughly guessed what he was doing.

The five of them surrounded the fire, and the long night was silent, all feeling inexplicable, and all inexplicably looking forward to it.

After a stick of incense, Ji Qi came to report, empty-handed.

"Did you find it under the tree? In the snow, dig it." Gu Xinglang said.

In the winter of the eighth year of Jinghong, when the king believed in rebellion, Shangguan Yan was ordered to go home to fetch wine, saying that it was buried under the old plum tree, and there was only one jar, which was called a dream for thousands of years.The two brothers of the Gu family drank the altar of wine on the jade steps in front of the Mingluan Hall, and then King Xin set off on his way home.

Ruan Xueyin was completely sure of what he was doing.

After another stick of incense, Ji Qi reappeared.

A jar of wine in his arms. "Your Majesty, yes."

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