Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 11
"Father..." Looking up at Xuanyuan Wentian, he saw a rare solemn expression on his face. Although Murong Lingyan had a slight smile on his face, there was also a hint of concealment in his phoenix eyes. Can't stop worrying.

Xuanyuan Junxi shifted his gaze to the Fengyin Sword in his hand, took a deep breath, put the sword away, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed heavily to Xuanyuan Wentian three times.

"Father and mother, rest assured, Jun'er will definitely send him to the land of Beichuan." For some reason, Xuanyuan Junxi always felt that Xuanyuan Wentian and Murong Lingyan were a little abnormal today.But thinking about the many things that happened in the past two days, they just thought that they were worried about his safety, so they didn't think about it anymore.

Helping Xuanyuan Junxi up from the ground, looking at the Fengyin Sword in his hand, his slender fingers slowly slid across the scabbard of the Fengyin Sword, with a strong attachment and reluctance in his eyes, as if he was looking at the Fengyin Sword. Saying goodbye to an old friend of many years.

"Go." Withdrawing his gaze from the scabbard, he lightly patted Xuanyuan Junxi on the shoulder, Xuanyuan Wentian took a deep look at his son in front of him, and buried all his words in his heart.

Putting away the Fengyin sword in his hand, Xuanyuan Junxi turned around and glanced at the bamboo building next to him, hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, then turned and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Jun'er..." Just after taking a few steps, Murong Lingyan's voice sounded from behind.Turning around and looking at Murong Lingyan who was walking quickly in front of him and hugging him, Xuanyuan Junxi felt a little uneasy.

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely. It's my sister..." Holding Murong Lingyan's shoulders with both hands, Xuanyuan Junxi smiled softly on his handsome face.It's just that when Xuanyuan Yuewu was mentioned, her voice became a little lower.

"With your mother here, Yue'er will be fine." Xuanyuan Wentian who was on the side slowly walked in front of the two of them, hugged Murong Lingyan into his arms, silently conveying his concern.

Nodding heavily, Xuanyuan Junxi gently pushed Murong Lingyan away from holding his hand, turned around and strode out of the courtyard.

The few peach blossoms planted in the courtyard bloomed very vigorously. The petals that drifted from the branches from time to time danced and circled in the air, and then quietly fell on the path in the courtyard, scattering fragrance all over the place.

The white figure disappeared into a field of flowers and trees in the blink of an eye, Murong Lingyan finally couldn't bear it any longer, lying in Xuanyuan Wentian's arms, he began to sob softly.

Since ancient times, it is difficult to say goodbye to the capital, and one step of turning around is the distance to the end of the world.And the difference between them and Xuanyuan Junxi, I am afraid that Huangquan and Biluo are separated, and they will never see each other again.

Embracing Murong Lingyan tightly in his arms, Xuanyuan Wentian's black eyes were filled with tears, looking at the direction Xuanyuan Junxi was leaving, all his words turned into a sigh and scattered into the morning wind among.

"Bichen, send everyone in the mansion away, and you should leave with them too." Gently brushing the fallen flowers off Murong Lingyan's lapel, Xuanyuan Wentian's gentle voice slowly rang out in the air.

"Bichen vows to follow his master to the death." A black figure quietly appeared in the courtyard at some point, bowing his head and kneeling on one knee, his slightly hoarse voice full of determination.

"Bichen, you have been by my side for 20 years, and now I am no longer your master, take Ruoshui and leave here." Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, Xuanyuan Wentian couldn't help but sighed softly. .

"Master, if you and Madam hadn't helped each other back then, Achen and I wouldn't have walked hand in hand to this day. Now that the house is in trouble, how could we abandon you?" Bichen, who had been kneeling on the ground, didn't answer, and said: A gentle voice came in from outside the courtyard.

Following the prestige, a pink figure slowly walked through the layers of flowers and trees, walked to the side of the black-clothed man, bowed gracefully to Xuanyuan Wentian and his wife, and helped the kneeling black-clothed man up. They looked at each other and smiled, standing shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the yard.

"Ruoshui, why are you bothering?" Murong Lingyan looked at the two people in the middle of the yard, and recalled the days when he walked with them in the rivers and lakes, and his heart felt warm.How free and happy it is to be able to enjoy the rivers and lakes with the one you love.

(End of this chapter)