Pampering the sea

"I swear to God, if I catch her without a fight, I will give her the antidote and let her live happily ever after."

The man's chin was raised slightly, his eyes shone like stars, and his thin lips opened and closed coldly.

"Okay, I swear to God."

Zhu Yan opened his lips and said in a deep voice.

"Big brother!"

"Brother don't!"

With a bang, Chu Zhiling took out a sword from his waist and stood in front of everyone: "Don't come here."

"Brother, I beg you, don't do stupid things, you should think about it again."

"Brother... What will we do if you die? Didn't you say you would protect us forever?"

With a plop, Song Chang knelt down, and the younger Chen Gang and Ouyang Ziluo even knelt on the ground, crying and begging the resolute Chu Zhiling.

Shouts mixed with whimpers came from the crowd. These men who usually shed blood but not tears were either crying like rain, or their faces were sad and their eyes were red.

Chu Zhiling's lips turned pale, and his sword hand began to tremble. He turned his head to face the young emperor, and said coldly:

"Let them go."

Zhu Yan thought for a while and said, "Okay."

It seems that there is nothing more to say, Chu Zhiling slowly raised his sword, and many images appeared in his mind in an instant, the girl's delicate and beautiful face, and her clear eyes with a faint smile, he Thinking of the way she frowned slightly when she played a temper tantrum and ignored him, remembering the way she hugged him tightly and fell asleep, remembering the way she boasted about herself so narcissistically that she couldn't handle it, remembering the way she lay on her stomach Crying uncontrollably in his arms, saying over and over again, don't die, Chu Zhiling, don't die...

A smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips, and Chu Zhiling's eyes revealed a rare sense of tranquility, then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a wave of determination shot out from between his eyebrows.

"Brother, don't!"

The next day, when the sun was high, Xin Yue woke up slowly.

At that time, the doctor was putting his hand on her wrist, diagnosing the pulse of her who had been treated last night, and suddenly saw her starry eyes open, so he smiled happily and said to Yan Zhan next to him:

"Master Yan, she's awake."

Yan Zhan leaned over quickly and asked Xin Yue, "Is it better? Is there any discomfort?"

Xin Yue looked at Yan Zhan steadily, his small face was pointed, and his eyes became darker and brighter.

"What about him?" She said these two words.

Yan Zhan was startled, and was silent for a while.

"What about him?"

Xin Yue raised his voice by one decibel, but Yan Zhan said evasively, "You should rest first."

Xin Yue pressed the bed sheet, bit his lips and tried to sit up from the bed, Yan Zhan reached out to help her, but Xin Yue waved her away.

"Where's Chu Zhiling?"

Yan Zhan looked at Xin Yue's cold and distant face, and a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

Xin Yue suddenly grabbed Yan Zhan's sleeve and held it tightly, his knuckles turned white: "Tell me, where is Chu Zhiling?"

Yan Zhan pursed his lips tightly, but still did not speak.

"Xin Yue, I'm sorry." After all, unable to resist Xin Yue's stubborn eyes, Yan Zhan lowered his head and opened his mouth.

With a bang, a line of clear tears rolled down the woman's cheeks.

"He's dead, isn't he?" Xin Yue didn't cry loudly, but just stared at Yan Zhan so seriously, tears rolling down quietly like broken beads.

Before Yan Zhan had time to speak, Xin Yue let go of his grip on his sleeve. She looked at him, and a look that made Yan Zhan very strange flashed in her clear eyes.

"This is basically what you designed, right? You have been using me?"

Yan Zhan turned pale and took two steps back.

"You have worked so hard for so long just to understand my defenses and let me foolishly treat you as my own. You didn't let me go not because you didn't want to give up, but because you used me to lure Chu Zhiling out yesterday, so that you can get rid of me. He killed, didn't he?"

Yan Zhan didn't speak, just raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes became extremely light.

An inexplicable uneasiness suddenly surged in Xin Yue's heart, and she said violently, "Answer me, is it true?"

Yan Zhan's face was pale and stiff, he clenched his fists and then loosened them, and finally had the strength to move his feet, and walked out of the room with a bitter smile.

Whose wind and rain, whose passerby?

At this moment, what repeatedly appeared in Xin Yue's mind was Yan Zhan's eyes before he left, full of disbelief, disappointment, and pain, like a pool of broken stars, unable to piece together complete emotions.

Xin Yue felt his whole body go limp, and all his strength was exhausted at once.

When Xin Yue woke up from the dream, the outside had been knocked countless times, and the night outside was very quiet, with floating clouds floating between the moonlight, so far away and ethereal.

After lying down for so long, she actually didn't know if she fell asleep, or just thought she was asleep.Are those so-called dreams real, or are they images that revolve automatically in my mind.

——The man put the knife on his neck, swirled it, blood spattered, he fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, his pale face was icy cold.The passing troops trampled his body into mud.His face was bloody and his body was muddy.

She sat up and got out of bed, her body was sticky and wet, the window opened at some point, and a cool night wind blew over, rolled up her thin clothes, it was so cold, but she didn't even move a step , let the windows be opened like this, and the cold wind blow like this.

She actually read the book, made a pot of tea, very cold tea, and then opened the yellowed book by the faint candlelight.

She looked at it for a long time, her eyes hurt and her body was cold, but she didn't have any hands anymore. She tore off the scroll in her hand and said to her with a smile, don't read it, it hurts your eyes.lady.

Probably because his hands were shaking from the cold, the book in Xin Yue's hand fell to the ground, and he even brought the teapot not far away to the ground.

She watched the water in the pot flow out bit by bit, as if time stood still, she just looked at those fragmented things that could never be restored again, her eyes were dark and silent, like a lonely flower in the dark night .

The cold wind blew, she got up and walked out.

The moonlight in the courtyard was very white, dripping all over the ground, and the trees in the courtyard danced with the wind, casting mottled shadows on the transparent ground.She was dressed in white, and the sleeves of her clothes were flimsy and fluffy in the wind, and when rolled up, she looked like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

The cherry blossom tree in the courtyard slowly floated down, and the air exuded a fragrance. She walked towards the big tree amidst the falling flowers, and pressed her slender and white hands on the rough trunk, her voice was very soft, as soft as moonlight Same.

The cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji are also so beautiful.

She smiled suddenly, her eyes were shining like stars reflected in the water.

I don't know if it's because the stars are too heavy, but the water actually overflowed and flowed down from the cheeks in a shadowy way.

Suddenly she heard someone calling her, the girl turned her head and looked back, her clothes fluttering.