The wind chime above the head suddenly shook violently, and accompanied by the crisp silver bell sound was the flapping of the bird's wings.
The young master sitting in the pavilion finally raised his head, reached out and touched his sore neck, and then noticed the two people standing not far away in a daze.
If something is destined, there is no way to avoid it.
In just that moment, Nan Liyu thought a lot. The hard-earned leisure time in the past two years could only be obtained by Yunzhong City having to make countless concessions in front of the court. But he knew that the court could not be satisfied with this and Wen Zhongcheng. The Grand Master is even worse. If the two thorns in the court's eyes come together again, who knows what earth-shaking things will happen again.
"Fan Xiao, didn't you go shopping on the street? Why are you with Li Yu?"
Ranchen waved to them.
Feng Fanxiao secretly pushed Nan Liyu. Although they had been able to take charge of themselves over the years, when they were with Nan Liyu, they always relied on him unconsciously.
Nan Liyu walked quickly towards Lanting until the shadow of wisteria completely covered the two of them.
"Young Master, Fan Xiao just met his old friends on the street," Nan Liyu said in a low voice, "Maybe Young Master will want to see them."
Ranchen glanced at the two people standing in front of him.
The moment their eyes met, he seemed to feel something.
With a shake of his hand, the book in his hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The evening sun shone on the wisteria, casting a purple reflection.
The wind seems to have picked up in Yunzhong City, and there is still a hint of coolness in the early summer evening.
Sometimes he couldn't distinguish his emotions. He was attached to his master because he was the one who reached out to him when he was most desperate.
He should have hated his half-brother, but in the end, he still couldn't restrain himself from helping him.
For Wen Jirou, that person who was both an enemy and a friend, he sometimes couldn't explain his feelings towards him. He just found that in the past few years after leaving Jialan, he sometimes thought of him inadvertently at night, and That woman who is like the bright moon in the desert, he sometimes wonders, what are they doing, and occasionally thinks of his friend who is thousands of miles away?
It seems that there are really more and more people he cares about.
Ranchen touched his pale wrist blankly. He was really becoming more and more reluctant to die.
A disciple stepped on the setting sun and came to report: "City Lord, there are people outside the mansion asking to see you. Because they came with Miss Qingyang, I boldly brought them in."
The young man in Tsing Yi who was in a daze under the pavilion was stunned for a moment and then wanted to stand up.
Nan Liyu on the side quickly stepped forward to support him.
The setting sun shone on the few people who walked in slowly behind the disciples.
Feng Fanxiao waved to his disciple knowingly, and the two quietly retreated.
The wind seemed to get stronger in the early summer evening, making the surrounding leaves rustle.
Wen Jirou took off the bamboo hat on his head, and tore off the sticky beard, revealing his true appearance. He threw the things in his hands on the ground, stepped forward, and opened his mouth at Chong Ranchen. He raised his arms and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Ranchen, long time no see."
The person he thought he would never see again suddenly appeared in front of him, leaving Ranchen stunned for a while. It wasn't until he felt a warm hug pulling him into his arms that he just received the warmth of his former friend.
"Long time no see. I didn't expect to see you again."
Behind Wen Jirou, the woman as cold as the bright moon in the desert stood there, smiling slightly: "Long time no see."
**
The night after sunset is obviously much cooler. For most people, this is an extremely comfortable night, but for Gu Jianghe, the coolness still makes him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Although they have been away for a year, Qingyang is still the one who knows her best. He has already prepared a delicate small hand stove and stuffed it into her hands silently, making her cold hands feel a little warm. .
Aunt Hu originally tried to go into the backyard to call everyone to eat, but was blocked back by Feng Fanxiao who was standing at the door in silence.
Several people were sitting around the stone table in Lanting. The tea in the purple clay pot on the table had cooled down, and the originally fresh tea leaves had settled into a dark color.
"What's going on?" Ranchen finally couldn't help but shout, "Why did you suddenly return to the Central Plains, and why are you dressed like this?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Of course I came back to see you." Wen Jirou couldn't help but stretched out his hand to scratch his chin. The fake beard he had been wearing during this period made his chin a little red and swollen.
"Wen Jirou, do you know how dangerous it is for you to return to the Central Plains?" Ranchen was a little angry.
From the moment he met Wen Jirou until his trip to southern Xinjiang, he could vaguely sense what Wen Jirou's purpose was. Ever since he talked all night long that night when he left Jialan, he already understood that the Holy One had begun to eradicate him. Heart, but at that time he also realized that being gentle and gentle would be a thorn in the side of the Holy Emperor.
Sure enough, just a few months after he returned to Yunzhong City, spies from the city came to report that a large number of strange spies had appeared in the territory of a hundred miles in southern Yunnan. He knew that they must all be sent by the imperial court to look for Wen Jirou. Yes, the Holy Emperor simply did not believe the news that he had died in southern Xinjiang.
Gu Jianghe, who had been sitting silently, smiled at this time: "It seems that it is worth it for you to come back for him. He is very worried about you."
"You came back for me?" Ranchen was surprised when he heard Gu Jianghe's words and looked at the white-haired man in front of him.
Wen Jirou nodded honestly: "I heard about Sect Master Zhou. To be honest, I'm a little worried about you, so I wanted to come and see you."
Ranchen was a little surprised, but also a little moved, when he thought about how he had revealed all his secrets in order to have a heart-to-heart relationship with him.
"Why are you still thinking about me? How safe are you all this way?"
Wen Jirou and Gu Jianghe naturally knew what he was asking. As early as when they set out, they had already noticed the murderous intention surging in the dark. Their encounter with Sifeng in Lanshan County confirmed that they This trip returns to the dangers of the Central Plains.
Wen Jirou sighed softly: "The Holy Spirit's spies have been wandering in southern Yunnan for a year. Even if I don't return to the Central Plains, they will definitely find me over time. I don't want to implicate the people there, they are innocent. "
Gu Jianghe looked at the man sitting on her side with some surprise. It turned out that he returned to the Central Plains without fear, but he still had such concerns. It seemed that his silent heart was finally warmed by the hearts of the people.
"In that case, don't think so much. At least you are safe in Yunzhong City," Ranchen blinked and smiled, "In addition to coming to see me, I probably also want to come and drink at Miss Qingyang's wedding bar."
"I really want to drink this girl's wedding wine," Wen Jirou looked at Qingyang and joked, "In the past two years in southern Xinjiang, I have seen how tough this girl is, and I really want to see if she can marry her. How far can her people endure?"
**
The twilight is deep, and it should already be a hot summer night in the south, but it still looks cool in the city in the clouds.
Everyone who had eaten dinner had dispersed.
Wen Jirou was led by her disciples and walked through a long corridor to a door.
"The city lord has ordered that starting tonight, the distinguished guest will be temporarily accommodated in this room." After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the door.
There is a large yellow pear wood case in the middle of the room. There is a brush holder on the table. On the pen holder there is a row of wool brushes ranging from thin to thick. On the other side of the large case, there is a short and fat Ru kiln flower. Bottle, with a bag of bright red phoenix grapes inserted inside. Under the paperweight in the middle of the major case, there is also a piece of fine Jingzhou rice paper.
There are various books on the black wooden shelf on the left. There is also an incense burner in the free space in the middle of the bookshelf, and there is still the slightest scent of sandalwood floating in it.
Fifteen steps away from the east side of the room, there is a bed, and a pale green gauze with plum blossoms and bamboo hanging on the bed.
Wen Jirou burst into laughter. This was actually the room he stayed in when he came to Yunzhong City. Even the decoration had not been changed.
"Thank you City Lord for me."
He turned around and nodded lightly to the disciple beside him.
At the other end of the corridor, the thin-backed young man in green looked at the direction in which the crowd dispersed, then looked at the southern sky, and lost his mind for a moment.
The appearance of Wen Jirou and Gu Jianghe was beyond his expectation. When they joined forces at the top of Shushi Mountain, he had already regarded Wen Jirou as a friend who could live and die. Now that he appeared in Yunzhong City, Those eyes that have been secretly staring at Yunzhong City are afraid that they will find him sooner or later. Then it will be a matter of time before the Holy One discovers that he is not dead yet.
It seems that we need to make plans early.
"You still haven't changed. You like to be in a daze at night." There was a rustling sound from behind, and a voice came from behind, "It seems that your health has improved."
When he turned around, he realized that it was Gu Jianghe who had returned.
"Miss Gu hasn't changed. She's still the same doctor who likes to teach patients." Ranchen smiled faintly.
"Hand out."
Looking at the doctor in front of him, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was treated by her. He obediently stretched out his hand, but in his heart he unconsciously thought of the days when they were on the road together.
"Your body looks much better than when you were in Jialan." Gu Jianghe retracted his hand.
"Yes," Ranchen nodded, "I haven't had the chance yet. Thank you for your help in Mingyue Sect."
"Does your leg still hurt?"
"Let's do it occasionally," Ranchen couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his knees. "When the weather is bad, the pain will indeed be unbearable."
Under the moonlight, the doctor dressed in men's clothing said calmly: "Qing Ling should have told you that your current body is not as good as an ordinary person. If you still don't take good care of yourself, do you want to linger on the sickbed again?"
"Originally I was worried, but now that I meet Miss Gu again, I think I won't have this problem anymore."
The wind seemed to be blowing stronger at night.
"Miss Gu, do you know that you are like a medicine?"
"What is it?"
"Cyperus rotundus, Cyperus rotundus is silvery white in color, looks cool, but tastes spicy and has a hot nature."
Under the cold moonlight, only the two of them were enveloped, and everything around them was quiet. Only the wind chimes under the corridor made a crisp collision sound due to the night wind.
He saw that the person he had missed occasionally for countless days suddenly appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but say those words.
What is it like? In fact, he asked himself countless times. When he had already stepped into the gate of hell, the doctor from Yaowang Valley reached out and pulled him back. At that time, he was full of gratitude to her. Feelings.
Later, in order for him to help her find her brother, he spared no effort to save her again and again. Perhaps along the way, this feeling of gratitude changed.
But he himself knew that no matter what the relationship was, there would be no more possibilities between him and the doctor. Yunzhong City owed her too much.
Looking at her leaving figure in the night, he couldn't help but say the last unspoken words.
More importantly... Cyperus rotundus can relieve my pain.
