After leaving Wangtian Pavilion, Yang Xi did not go back to Chuyang Garden directly, but went to Xiaoyao Garden to see Fu Qing.
Huo Huo used the method she taught to treat Fu Qing's damaged tendons and veins. Although it was only a month later, the efficacy was obvious. In theory, Fu Qing could recover 70% or 80% of his skills, but he lost it.
Heart disease cannot be cured, and people still look stupid and have no spirit.
After saying goodbye to Huo Huo, she returned to Chuyangyuan. As soon as she entered the hall, she fell into a warm heart. His body temperature was so hot that she frowned unconsciously.
"You're drinking again." He pushed gently, but failed to push away his clamp, so he could only give up. "I'm so tired and want to take a break."
"Okay." Her sleeves were raised lightly, she closed the door heavily, and then she picked her up and headed towards the big bed in the tent.
"Yun..." The protest was fruitless, she frowned and said, "Jie Xu is still outside."
"Go away."
The clothes were broken all over the floor.
Today he is as passionate as fire, and he doesn't give her a chance to breathe. She wants to accept all this calmly, but she always loses herself under his request and gradually sinks into the vast ocean of love.
What is such a relationship?
The person beside her fell asleep after countless passions. She gently supported her upper body and looked at him quietly.
The carefully crafted facial features are flawless, born with stunning beauty. In his sleep, he does not have a sharp gaze, does not have a deep smile that makes people unable to see clearly, some are just peaceful and peaceful, with a slight slight loss of human fireworks
Dust temperament.
If he could always do this...
The hand that wanted to stroke his face was tightly held in his palm, she looked at his bright eyes in surprise, "You..."
"It seems that I don't work hard enough, so you still have so much energy." He turned over and pressed tightly on her, "Demon!"
“…I’m hungry.”
"Okay." The hot kiss fell on her earlobe, "Let me finish it first."
"Well......"
A long time later, she lay on the bed exhausted, extremely tired and hungry, but he seemed to have a good energy and hugged her and strode towards the bathhouse.
After another out of control, it was already dark.
After a quick meal or a side dish, he hugged her up to the treetops with great interest, and quietly watched the moon and stars.
"I haven't seen you wear golden clothes recently." He is covered in plain white and has no emperor's Yansheng.
But he just smiled slightly and said nothing. He didn't know who said he was wearing yellow clothes like a banana. His long fingers slid across her face, and his complicated expression flashed by, and he whispered: "Xi'er, you want to leave this
Is the palace?"
"Think." Although she didn't understand what he meant to ask this, she consciously told the truth. "Will you let me go?"
"I don't know." He looked up at the sky, with the stars shining brightly, but in his eyes it was dull. "If you keep you by your side for the rest of your life, will you hate me?"
"I don't know." She also imitated him and looked up at the sky, "Maybe it's not hatred, it's just despair."
"Is it really so painful to be by my side?" His arms tightened slightly, and his low voice couldn't hear his emotions. "If I let them go, would you be willing to stay by my side for the rest of your life?"
His body was slightly stiff.
Yang Xi looked up at him, his face was gentle, and there was a hint of heart-wrenching pain that made her feel. She turned her face away, "I don't know..."
She never thought that one day he would take the initiative to let them go.
Murong Yun turned her face and asked her to look at her eyes. "Think about it carefully, will it be?"
After moving his lips, he still couldn't say anything. Could it be? The answer must be to make him sad, but she didn't want to say this moment. She didn't owe him this man, "I won't" so simple
Two words, but I can't say it.
"Can you?" His voice became cold, and even his eyes gradually covered with a layer of chill.
"No......"
The warm lips pressed against hers, and he swallowed all her rejections domineeringly. Since that's the case, why bother to ask her? Should she laugh at him being unreasonable, or should she laugh at him being stupid and angry as if she was not very long
child?
After a long time, he buried his head between her neck and whispered, "If you leave here, do you want to live there?"
"Western Regions." In the vast sky, the grass is green, and the horse is running wildly, and even the feeling of wind and sand is comfortable and pleasant.
"If..." He hesitated for a while, he whispered: "If I say I can accompany you..."
"How can there be so many ifs in life?" He interrupted his words and interrupted his throbbing that he shouldn't have. She smiled slightly and said, "Can you tell you a story?"
Without getting his response, she continued: "A long time ago, there was a girl who could understand the past and predict the future. She knew that two men she cared about would have an earth-shaking duel one day in the future, and that
In the duel, one person will disappear forever. The girl is very scared and always wonders how to stop the duel from coming."
"She thought of many ways, and even wanted to take one of them away so that the two men would never have a chance to see each other again. But for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, the two men were still gradually moving towards opposite sides and gradually becoming friends.
It became an enemy, and a large part of the reason was that of that girl.”
"The girl was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. She wanted to work harder, but she was afraid that her so-called efforts would become a new force to promote the development of things. In the end, it would lead to the arrival of that duel. She was not afraid of change.
History is afraid it has become a part of history and the most critical link in the dark.”
Maybe he didn't understand, even she herself didn't understand why the more afraid the more things happened?
"Why didn't she work hard again?" Even if it was just once, maybe her fate would be changed!" If..."
"No if." Many things have long been destined, she cannot change them, and she does not know how to change them. "She can no longer choose a certain party without hesitation and take him away from this battlefield."
Relatively speechless.
After a long time, he whispered, "What if he is willing to... accept the existence of the other party?"
The almost inaudible sound instantly dissipated in the wind. The person in his arms did not react at all, and she had never heard that words.
He just hugged her tightly and held her hard.
If you love someone too much, you will even be humble. When did this start? Many, many years ago, or only at that moment?
If you can't let them go, how could I know I can let you go?
For a long time, neither of them spoke again, and let the wind keep blowing, gently, softly, endlessly, and never stop.