Pampering the sea

Yan Zhan's boat is gliding with a row of oars, because it will be docked soon.

Xin Yue's eyes were empty, and what hovered in his mind was the lake-blue back of Yan Zhan who was determined to go away.

He seemed, very dissatisfied with her, very angry.

He must have hated her.Otherwise, she wouldn't even be willing to say goodbye to her.

A self-deprecating smile floated on the delicate face, Xin Yue sat on the deck of the ship, his face no longer had a trace of expression, and he was completely empty.

Suddenly, on the big boat in the distance, a handsome figure rushed out of the room, put his hand on the railing, and shouted to Xin Yue:

"Take care, Xin Yue! Take good care of yourself, and come to me if you need anything!"

Xin Yue raised his head, and Yan Zhanhu's blue clothes fluttered in the wind. His voice was so loud that Xin Yue could hear it so clearly even in the cascading sea wind and waves.

Xin Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then said "hmm".Suddenly it occurred to him that the voice was too low for him to hear, so he said loudly:

"Okay! You have to take good care of yourself too!"

There was a slight smile on Xin Yue's face, and the snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, like snow cherry blossoms in early spring, and she even waved at Yan Zhan like a child, Yan Zhan looked Seeing such a move, she slowly raised a smile on the corner of her mouth, and then imitated her and waved her hand.

In the end, she was reluctant and let her leave with sadness all over her body.

No matter how much anger and frustration there is, in the end, I choose to suppress them all and tell her to cherish the future.

Xin Yue laughed out loud, however, at this moment, a loud bang suddenly broke out.

Yan Zhan's boat burst into flames, and the boat exploded immediately.

The scream of "Ah" rang in his ears, Xin Yue's face turned pale, and he lost his voice: "Yan Zhan!"

She almost didn't think about it, she left her boat and jumped into the sea.

"Yan Zhan... Yan Zhan!" Xin Yue swam quickly in the sea, many people were staying away from the burning ship, but she swam to the source of the disaster, shouting loudly while swimming.

The flames shone in the sky, the smell of burning spread in the air, the boat cracked open, Xin Yue searched all over the sea, but he couldn't find Yan Zhan.

"Chengyuan, Chengyuan!" Yan Zhan, with disheveled hair, shouted Chengyuan's name in the water, with anxiety written all over his face.

"Master Yan, I'm fine." Cheng Yuan swam from there, panting.

"It's fine."

"Master Yan!" Shen Chang'an's voice resounded loudly, his face was full of panic, he seemed to be more panicked than anyone else, and he was not relieved until he saw that Yan Zhan was safe and sound.

"Yan Zhan!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Yan Zhan turned his head and saw Xin Yue's face was pale with all blood lost. Just swam here?

Suddenly, the sea wind blew up, and the thick mast broke suddenly because it couldn't bear the burning of the fire, and fell towards several people.

"careful!"

When the mast was falling towards Xin Yue, Yan Zhan suddenly shrank his pupils and shouted loudly. At the same time, he rushed towards Xin Yue and hugged her tightly.

Xin Yue felt that the world was silent at that moment.

Yan Zhan's heartbeat only rang in her ears, and soon, there was a heavy pounding sound in her ears, the sound was deafening.

She clearly felt a hot current flowing down her shoulders and back, and then saw the surrounding sea, stained with bright red liquid, and the smell of blood in her nostrils was so strong that it could not be melted away.

I can't remember how many times he risked his life for her and stood up to protect her.

"Yan Zhan..."

Yan Zhan fainted, and slid off Xin Yue's body weakly, and was about to sink into the water, so Xin Yue hurried to support him.Her throat was choked up, her body was cold, and her heart felt as if it had been burned. After calling his name, she couldn't speak a word.

Xin Yue suddenly felt that he was selfish enough.

Yan Zhan was satisfied with treating her as one of his own, and was willing to sacrifice her life for her, willing to sacrifice mountains and fires for her, but she left him and left alone when he was in the most difficult time.

When he entered the court, there were so many intrigues. He was alone and weak. For the word "loyalty" as a courtier, he wanted to reverse the situation of the court without hesitation and risked himself, but she did it for herself. I can't let go of what I feel in my heart, but I choose to go far away in this difficult time.

If it wasn't for this sudden fire, she wouldn't instantly understand why Yan Zhan has been sulking at her all this time.

His life or death is uncertain, and there may be an artillery attack like the one just now that could easily take his life away at any time, but she only cared about her own feelings, and did not stand in his position at all, thinking about his situation and difficulties.

He was disappointed in her.

But he didn't say anything. In the end, he still stood at the bow of the boat, waved his hands, and said to her sincerely, taking care all the way.

He hoped that she would stay, but he still didn't want her to take risks, so he would rather she drove the boat and never looked back.

Xin Yue fought back tears, but his eyes were still red.From the forehead, a drop of sea water dripped down, passed through the pale and thin chin, and fell into the sea with a bang.

In the sea water, the dazzling red light was reflected, flickering continuously.The wind keeps blowing.

Three days later, an unremarkable four-horned carriage slowly drove into the capital of Ming Dynasty.

The cold spring is expected, and the wind from the north sweeps the fallen leaves that have not completely disappeared. Behind the carriage, they are whirling and scattered in all directions.

In the dead of night, on the street three kilometers south of the Governor's Mansion of the Ministry of War, the carriage turned a corner and came to a mansion.

The low cough still sounded, the man in the carriage turned pale, stretched out his slender hand, and opened the curtain.

Before that, the coachman had already slipped off his horse and knocked on the door of the mansion.

A few servants walked out of the door, saw the man slowly coming down from the carriage, let out a low cry, and knelt down on the ground respectfully.

The man waved his hand, his face full of tiredness.

Beside him, stood a woman in light jade-colored clothes, with picturesque eyebrows, a small face with a tear mole on her white porcelain-like melon seeds, and her pupils were watery, exuding a delicate and elegant classical beauty. In the wind, she became more and more slender and pitiful, her face was calm, revealing a touch of stability.

The woman carefully supported the man, Night Breeze lifted the hem of her clothes, and the two walked forward step by step.

"Master Yan, please come in."

The servants stood up and said respectfully.

Yan Zhan was wearing a light blue gown, his face was pale, and he nodded faintly.

At this time, a man in purple clothes came out from inside, rushed towards Yan Zhan, and said excitedly: "Master Yan, you are back."

There was a smile on Yan Zhan's pale face, a smile he hadn't seen for many days:

"Well, I'm back."