After seeing his father, Yang Zhen returned to his room, feeling depressed and unable to sit still. He paced back and forth in the room, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly. Unknowingly, he walked to the mirror and faced the "general holding the sword" in the mirror. He didn't know whether to draw the sword in his hand or not.
While Gu Ying was hesitating and thinking in a trance, the "general" in the bronze mirror actually "got rid of" his "stillness" and began to "move" in the mirror!
This scared Yang Zhe! He couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, or out of "defense" instinct, the sword was half unsheathed with a "crack" sound by himself. The sword reflected the candlelight in the room and hit the bronze mirror. It reflected back, and in front of his eyes, a "sword light" suddenly pierced out, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily, then quickly opened them and stared at the mirror, only to see:
The "general" who looked exactly like him in the mirror pulled out all his swords. He first raised them upwards to stab the sky, then downwards to stab the ground. Then, finally, he raised the sword horizontally and pointed towards the ground. Wipe your own neck...
"ah!"
Before he could tell whether he was afraid or not, the sword in Yang Zhen's hand had already been struck before he thought, knocking the bronze mirror in front of him to the ground with a "bang", and then rolled around for a long time. After closing the "spiral" path, as the rolling speed accelerated, the angle of inclination became larger and larger. Finally, after a continuous up and down slapping of the wheels on the spot, it was like a dense drum. At the last moment, it was extremely loud and extremely loud. Dense, and then finally the mirror becomes motionless and falls into silence.
Yang Zhen didn't even dare to pick up the mirror with his hands. Instead, he was so frightened that he slowly approached, carefully picked up one side with the tip of his sword, and then slowly raised it. The oval-shaped dark light reflected by the bronze mirror, It was not deformed, so he dared to lift it hard and turned the entire bronze mirror over completely. The round reflective mirror image was reflected on the beams, shining out the beams that had never seen the sun all day long. A regular patch of bright light was reflected again, adding a slight "upgraded" light effect to the room.
After confirming that there was no movement, Yang Zhen slowly walked forward, put his head up, and looked at the image reflected in the mirror. He saw that it was just himself inside, holding a sword, with the toes of his shoes turned up, and his eyes were very bright. The long and wide robe, the long and shiny sword, and the far smaller face full of fear.
Yang Zhen threw the sword to the ground, squatted down, held up the bronze mirror solemnly with trembling fingers, wiped it carefully with his sleeves, then faced the candlelight again, and reflected his face illuminated by the candlelight. On the bronze mirror, I carefully observed the extremely familiar "strange self" inside.
"Just now, did I have a hallucination? The self in the mirror will kill myself with a sword in the future? How is it possible? I live so seriously, and my family is safe and happy. Is there any reason why I need to kiss myself to apologize? What do I have? Is it a sin? Does this mean that if I rebel, this will be my fate in the future? "
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!
He quickly flipped the mirror off and put it back in its place. Then he thought about it and went to the side. He brought a large bundle of letters and placed them all on top of the bronze mirror, making sure that there was no way "it" could turn it over on its own. He came face to face, relaxed a little, took a step back, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, and his breathing that had become rapid just now gradually calmed down.
Just as he was recovering from his shock, the voice of Luyuan Girl speaking to the servants came from outside the door:
"Put the colorful silks away. It's going to rain. Lay out multiple layers of tung linoleum felt mats. Don't let them get wet!"
Then, the door creaked and was pushed open by Luyuan Girl's maid. She added another explanation:
"You all go down and have a rest!"
Just come in and close the door behind you.
The dejected Yang Zhen inside the door was covered in sweat and his face turned pale. The sword that had never been separated from him had fallen to the ground and had not been picked up. This made Luyuan girl, who was still cheerful, smell something ominous from the moment she entered the door. the taste of.
"Sir, what do you think? How do you think you are so lost? You are still listening to the sword-type skills!"
Luyuan girl took two quick steps and picked up Yang Zhen's sword from the ground. The hilt was upward, the tip of the sword was touching the ground. Holding the hilt of the sword, she walked up to Yang Zhen and looked into his eyes while sheathing the sword. Grabbing it, he gently inserted the sword back into its sheath. After making sure it was fine, he went to hold Yang Zhen's hand and asked:
"Sir, don't scare me! What is going on? Do you want me to hear what you say? Come, sit down and drink a glass of water first!"
Pulling the silent Yang Zhen back to the table, Luyuan Girl also delivered the tea. Seeing that he took it and drank it down, she was relieved.
"You tell me!"
"Madam, I think, whether it matters to us or not, we should just be an ordinary person for the rest of our lives, that's all! Don't covet glory, wealth, and titles. I have a field, a forest, a house, and I farm. You are weaving, raising a pair of children, and living happily. Aren't you living a fairy-like life? Why do we want to be like this, unable to sleep day and night, and anxious all day long?"
Yang Zhen suddenly expressed his wish to "disband his armor and return to his fields", which surprised Luyuan Nu.
The sense of security he has given himself all along has always been that positive attitude of always moving forward and never admitting defeat. But today, what stimulated him to suddenly make him so frustrated?
"Sir, it is a blessing to return to the countryside and become a farmer and a farmer's wife; but if it really happens, I'm afraid you will be tired of it in a few days, and think about what it would be like to live like this again?"
The Luyuan girl hadn't figured out what kind of stimulation Yang Zhen received, so she just half-assed it and imagined that Yang Zhen might just be tired and tired for a while, and feel depressed for a short period of time. After the depression, he would get back on his feet.
As far as she is concerned, she can no longer live the life of a "peasant woman", so even if she "persuades", she has to "persuad" skillfully in the direction of the result she wants.
"Have you ever thought that one day I will grow old and weak, unable to ride a horse, unable to draw a bow, and unable to wield a sword for a day? If at that time, there is another turmoil and the soldiers and the people are in chaos, we will We are also powerless to resist, and even, in the end, we may have to cut off our own livelihood and die a good death. If such a day comes, will you still be greedy for today's power and dominate the world, and will not give up your good clothes and food?"
Each of Yang Zhen's "hypotheses" led to a "dead end". Luyuan girl felt the strong "negative energy" and felt uncomfortable all over, so she quickly held Yang Zhen's hand. He forced himself to keep smiling and said:
