In February, the willow trees in Ye Jing should have sprouted new buds, but the spring breeze has yet to blow to Linlang Town. This border town has a beautiful name but is cold to the bone.

Most residents in the town remember that that day a woman covered in white gauze came here to stay, and then settled here. No one had ever seen what the woman looked like, and the white gauze on her face seemed like it would never be removed.

When someone asked her about it, she just said she had scars on her face and was ashamed to see people.

She was a lonely woman who never liked to interact with others and only stayed in her house every day. She had many musical instruments, but one was missing, the pipa. Only occasionally could the faint music coming from her house be heard.

"Sister, what's the name of this song?" Xiao Lingdang is the daughter of Sister-in-law Chen next door. She is pretty and has a pair of big eyes that sparkle and sparkle. She raises her head and asks.

Mo Xi's fingers caressing the Yao Qin suddenly paused. Why did she suddenly play this piece of music? It was as if all the nerves in her body were suddenly affected. Memories came overwhelmingly. Baili Muyun had been so kind to her that she felt heartbroken.

However, she was injured completely by him. Her pretended nonchalance was shattered by the blow, and the overwhelming pain made her almost convulse.

"This song is called... Sishu."

"Sishu? Is it the Sishu who loves to miss Shu?" Little Lingdang continued to ask.

"That's right." Mo Xi played the piano and asked Xiao Lingdang to go back today and teach her how to play the piano another day.

It has been three months here, thousands of miles away from him. I wonder if he is doing well recently, and I wonder if the injury on his chest has healed. I am afraid that the palace is no longer what it is in the memory? Is he, hateful?

Kill yourself?

She wept secretly under the veil. When she and Young Master Jin were heading north, they saw the soldiers and horses in the imperial city searching wildly, and saw the unruly forest osmanthus on horseback. There was a touch of coldness in his eyes.

, it seems that no one around him wants to be found?

It is said that he has made drastic changes to the imperial court, and has changed from the cowardly and incompetent appearance of the past. He is decisive in killing, and can take life and death at the turn of his hand.

I heard that he reorganized the three armies like a storm, withdrew all the old generals, and activated his close friends. Anyone who dared to disobey would be exiled thousands of miles away at the least, or be splattered with blood three feet at the worst.

I heard that he stayed up day and night, reviewing memorials, reducing or exempting taxes, granting amnesty to the world, and commending talented people in any way.

I also heard that since that day, his harem had withered away, leaving only a golden nobleman who had been lying on the bed all year round. However, the ministers began to worry that the emperor was about to have an heir and was organizing a draft, but was

He stopped it.

He is becoming more and more powerful as a wise monarch should be, just as he shouted: Wherever my feet step, it is my Xuanqian land, and my country will eventually worship me as emperor! And he really does

Let those who took his things return double the amount.

He has always been a man of his word, but he always breaks his promise.

This place is really far away from him. It takes ten days and a half months at the fastest for a message to arrive. Who knows what will happen in these days? But Mo Xi embraces these vague rumors and loves wildly and crazily.

Hold him.

Yes, I love him. With regret and self-blame, watching the countdown of my lifeline, maybe dying with his memories is a good way.

"Miss Mo, Mr. Nalan is here again." Mo Xi was thinking when she heard Aunt Chen's voice. Aunt Chen was a warm-hearted person who lived next door to her. She had a lot of visits on weekdays. She saw Nalan from a distance.

The young master came again and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Linlang Town is not a big one, but because it is at the junction of the Northern Qing Kingdom and the Xuanqian Kingdom, it is the only way for merchants between the two countries to pass through, making this town remote but not remote, and even a little prosperous.

"Many people in the world like to say that you half-cover your face with the pipa and come out after calling for thousands of times. Since Miss Mo's face is covered with gauze, why doesn't she love the pipa alone?"

Nalan Luoxue, a handsome and unrestrained man, with long ink-like hair hanging down on his shoulders, and a pair of slender hands. There is no trace of elegance, but there is elegance everywhere. He said that he is a businessman, and his business dealings Yu Xuanqian did business with the Northern Qing Dynasty, sold the tea from the Northern Qing Dynasty to the Xuangan Kingdom, and then transported the silk and satin from the Xuangqian Kingdom to the Northern Qing Dynasty.

Mo Xi didn't care who he was or what his identity was. The only reason why he was allowed to enter the garden was because he had saved her once. That time, Mo Xi went out to buy some things and was teased by a few gangsters. She happened to meet her. This is how we got to know Nalan Luoxue.

The difference between him and ordinary people is that his eyes are definitely not like the eyes of a person in their mid-twenties. They reveal endless vicissitudes of life and seem to see through all the joys and sorrows in this world.

"Miss Mo's tea-making skills are really extraordinary. This snow tea from the Northern Qing Dynasty is rare in Xuangan, and it's rare for anyone to know how to make it." Nalan Luoxue took a sip and praised sincerely.

"Snow tea is hard to find. Mr. Nalan is willing to give it away, but I am reluctant to waste it." Snow tea is collected from a special kind of tea tree on the top of the iceberg. Only a few kilograms of it can be harvested in a year. He gave it to him so generously. , I really don’t know if it’s because he is rich or because he really doesn’t care about these things.

"Miss Mo, do you know that the way you make tea is very similar to a friend of mine. Every time I drink your tea, it always reminds me of him." Nalan Luoxue said.

"Really? There are so many wonderful things in the world, so it's not surprising." Mo Xi arranged the tea sets and responded calmly.

"Miss Mo, you are indifferent by nature. Nalan can't bear the girl's suffering. I would like to advise you to leave here as soon as possible." Nalan Luoxue suddenly said seriously.

Mo Xi paused while making tea, raised her head and asked him through the veil what he meant. Nalan Luoxue sighed deeply, and the sense of vicissitudes in his eyes became stronger. He stood up and walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back. The wind blew his hair, making him look like an immortal about to ride on the wind. After a long time, he seemed to be asking Mo Xi, and also seemed to be asking himself:

"The most painful thing in this world is separation through life and death, the separation of one's wife and children?"

"No, the most painful thing in the world is to spend the rest of your life with guilt and self-blame." Mo Xi lifted a corner of her veil, revealed a little red lips, and took a sip. It was really good tea, with the unique flavor of the snow-capped mountains. Cold fragrance.

"I thought you were as incompetent as me, but I didn't expect you to be a deeply affectionate person?" When Nalan Luoxue turned around and looked at the woman's back, it turned out that behind all the pride, there was loneliness or scars.

"Master Nalan talked a lot today." Mo Xi interrupted the topic unceremoniously. How could many things be explained with a few words that seemed desolate but were actually superficial?

"Haha, don't blame me, girl, but please remember Nalan's words and leave here as soon as possible." Nalan walked to the door and saw the little bell sitting on Mrs. Chen's lap, playing Moxi on a bamboo flute that she just taught today. As she sang, green grass sprouted from the ground, and the southern birds came back to build their nests again.

The vicissitudes of life in his eyes seemed to be at their peak, and he said: "The war in the Northern Qing Dynasty is about to end here. Girl, let's go."
Chapter completed!