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Chapter 59 Master Yu's Cultivation Plan

Child

He didn't know how long he had slept, and when he woke up again, it was already night again.Because of the winter, the mountain is very quiet, and the long stone steps extend to the unknown village at the foot of the mountain where the moonlight is shaking.He was still lying on a stone pier, and the stone tablet above his head stood in the darkness, gathering the rare moonlight, which was the only bright color except for a few stars in the dim sky.

He propped himself up and got up, the transparent interface that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes somewhat obstructed his sight, a few sharp stones slid across the ground with his palms, the slight tingling pain affected the muscles of his body, and Yu Yun was irritated by the wounds all over his body. trembling.

His brain is still chaotic, and the complex memories are pulled in it, like the cold edges and corners of metal iron colliding with each other, causing endless roar.

With a thought in his mind, he remembered the system's prompt, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched a cloud of cold air somewhere on the transparent interface in front of him.In an instant, hot water spread over his body, exhaustion and pain receded with such a wonderful temperature, and he couldn't help letting out an uncontrollable sigh from the gap between his teeth.

Then there was a sudden silence, those memories seemed to have found their own track, he was like being pushed by the general to Linqi's carriage, he seemed to be still completely different.Only now, there is far more behind him than in front of him.

Unlike Zheng Luo at that time, who was just a teenager, he never had to bear anything except the hostile mission and huge loneliness.But Zhengluo standing here at this moment is like a dead tree growing in the shadow of an ancient forest, the gnarled long-dead roots firmly clinging to everything about him, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

There was the sound of beasts neighing in the distance, and across the seemingly endless Shinto, the huge stone statues on both sides of the Shinto cast ferocious shadows, and the majesty appeared ferociously in the night.

There was a faint candlelight in the distance, and he walked forward.

The man bent down and picked up the sword lying beside the bed.A slightly old but very clean gray robe, with a belt of the same color tied around his slender waist, with warm water droplets sliding down his thin layer of muscles, the heat evaporated quickly, except for soaking The air coming out of the back and neck is white, and it drifts into the warm yellow candlelight.

But at this moment, the tip of the sword reflected a cold light. The moment the outsider knocked on the door, he drew the sword with an unnatural hoarse voice:

"Who?"

The door was pushed open by the man.

Yu Yun looked into the man's constricted pupils and the long sword that quickly pierced in front of him. A kind of dizzy blur seemed to cover the small room at this moment. A tsunami of mixed emotions filled the man's dark eyes. He couldn't help it. To identify those emotions, I just know clearly that those emotions are as heavy as the sun and the moon for years and seasons, almost obliterating Yu Yun who was watching him.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground.

The man's lips moved, and the ebbing tide wrapped around him like water weeds, leaving behind moist sand.

He doesn't remember, but after many years, the young man finally faded away from the youthfulness of greed, the sharp and deep corners of his eyes, except for those eyes that were the same as before, he was not the one who stretched out to Zhengluo in Linqi's ugly alley. The child with frozen little hands.

And the man was standing in the only light.

The steaming heat is still drifting away, and the white smoke is shrouded, making the pair of eyes darker and darker, which seems to be like the depths of a huge and dark land, carrying the rainwater that has fallen in the deep forest of Mushan Mountain for many years. With the unique temperature of silence, suddenly it seems that it will turn into dew from the dark night like ink.

He is just so pious, it seems that it will pass away in the blink of an eye.

After all, Zheng Luo was powerless to stop the dew from falling, just like the young Zheng Luo was also unable to stop the long years spent in Qi'an in the first place.

An Ran hadn't always lived such a life since she was a child.

At that time, he was not An Ran, and he had a lot of poems and books in his belly, but because of his age and experience, he was far from the refined and elegant demeanor that he later had.

Even so, An Ran at that time still showed her future charm early on.Because of his outstanding appearance and intelligent talent, although his father's family is not rich or powerful, they still do their best to dote on him, and many close princes and ladies around him are the only ones who envy him. His gaze was given to him alone.

At that time, he began not to be happy or proud of it, perhaps because it had always been like this, so that it was taken for granted.

Even later, when he was told of his true life experience, and even taken away by Qi An's emperor, to him, it was only too brief and innocuous surprise and confusion.

Because the emperor Qi'an who was originally out of reach is always caring and caring every step of the way.If he had a premonition, he never said it out, he just accepted it calmly, and the fear he felt when he was told that his biological father had passed away and was far away from home seemed to be exhausted by such an almost careful protection.

The man once said: "Enron, you will be safe for the rest of your life."

It is precisely because of that age, so everything and love that is taken for granted that he never doubts.

Many people have said that An Ran is clean and indifferent, he is radiant and radiant, the only one of grace, but he never shows an extra trace of tiresome pride and joy.An Ran knew that apart from his innocence towards gold and stone, it was also because, to him at that time, it seemed that all the precious and beautiful things in the world had already been by his side.

And An Ran, in An Bian's words, is always the gentlest, most stubborn, and most contented.

Zhaozheng was rarely quiet at this moment.

Zheng Xi was writing "Zhong Ni Meng Lian Tie", when his mind flickered for a moment, the nib of the pen was relieved, and a ball of ink stains fell.An Ran was very tired yesterday, and just got up (*Note 1), he casually put on a duck-blue robe, walked to Zheng Xi's side, noticed Zheng Xi's rare daze, and gently leaned against Zheng Xi. his side.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer." Zheng Xi came back to his senses and turned slightly behind him.

An Ran's knuckles were clearly defined, she picked up a robe and put it on Zheng Xi's body, then walked away and opened a window: "I know that you have rarely rested these days, so I got up to accompany you."

There was a slight tenderness on Zhengxi's face. Even though he was unfamiliar with this expression, his face was still as serious and indifferent as before, but the young emperor still held Anran's fingers that were a little cold because of the sudden cold air in the room. .

"You are bothered."

An Ran understood where Zheng Xi's rare softness came from, he was not good at making such an expression, but just came in to treat him, but it became more and more.

When he thought of that woman, his hands stiffened for a moment, but his smile became brighter. Now he got closer, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes added a touch of vividness and intimacy.

"What's bothering you, can you tell me?"

Zheng Xi paused, the tip of his nose touched the cool wind, mixed with the wetness of ice and snow and the light fragrance of early-blooming winter plums.

"It's just the Yu family's business."

It seems to have been expected.He lowered his eyes, took a step back, covered the thoughts in his eyes, and said along the way: "The matter of the Yu family will be tried tomorrow, and the presiding judge, Mr. Han, is shrewd, so he must be able to understand it, but the Queen Mother... "He raised his eyes, and he didn't finish his words under deep thought.

Zheng Xi turned his gaze, and An Ran casually replaced the scrap of paper.

He pursed his lips, already accustomed to the tacit understanding with An Ran, and pressed it with a paperweight: "Even if the queen mother is worried, she will at most avoid the death penalty of the Yu family. She is going to abandon the Yu family, so she is naturally as afraid of it." to me."

"An Ran understands that I will definitely arrange for that child from the Yu family. If King Liang is satisfied, you don't need to be distracted by this matter."

"kindness."

Zhengxi picked up the pen, refocused on the post, An Ran's faint eyes swept over the eyebrows and eyes of the emperor who accompanied him day and night, needless to say, the expression, although every inch has long been engraved in his heart, it seems that it will never be enough.

He adjusted his clothes, went back to the side hall, and let the little eunuch wait for him. After washing, the snow began to fall outside the window again. Although it was only a thin layer, it had no weight or temperature. A little bit happy.

He has always known that Zhengxi is afraid of snow, and Zhengxi hides it very well, but in this palace, in this Zhaozheng, how many people are full of eyes and only look at the emperor alone, even the frown and the slightest expression. I kept it in my heart.He is seldom angry, and seldom shows his face. He acts harshly, and sometimes leaves room for it.The same young man ascended the throne, and his diligence even surpassed that of the first emperor.

An Ran has been with him for so many years, how much he has betrayed, how much he has planned for this, during which he has thought carefully, observed his words and demeanor, it is undeniable, but in his eyes, that person is not only the wise king that the world thinks of.An Ran once thought that he had done enough, but when the person would still get up and leave in the middle of the night, until the dawn was twilight alone, he would still sit quietly on the dragon couch alone, the person had already left, and the only thing beside him was cold to the touch.

The author has something to say:

There are very few host roles today, and tomorrow is Zhengluo's home game.

Recently, there are relatively few more, and I am very sorry, because recently I was crying, hot and heartbroken in driving school, and I have little time to go home and I am not in any mood.

A few days ago, I was able to support the daily shift, but these two days are a little bit reluctant.

But I will work hard to code words, um, Japan is a great and lofty ideal!