Yong Hebi rode his horse and ran out of the town for more than ten miles. Finally, he stopped at a flat cliff. He sat on the horse and looked at the boundless wilderness, with barren plants and trees as if he wanted to see something, but he was still dull and confused in the end.

He was stunned in place, and suddenly felt empty and at a loss.

The back of the sweat-soaked brocade robe was blown by the wind, and it was faintly cool. He sat straight on the horse with his back. In the burning sunlight, his eyes were silent.

Over the past month, the joy of playing chess and talking under the pavilion, the tacit understanding of playing the piano and learning music in the water, and the relaxed chatting of colleagues in the suburbs. It was really in such a bright and warm morning, without a word of knowing or saying goodbye, did it end in a light and lighthearted way?

He let go of the reins he held tightly in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were quiet as usual, but the quietness was filled with confusion and pain, like a pool of quiet water flowing deep, suppressing the throbbing emotions that sprouted in the spring breeze but were not yet able to grow healthily, and with the depression in his heart at this moment.

He suddenly remembered that the dusk was dim and the two were on the bank of the stream. After he stroked the piano, he looked up and looked forward to looking at her.

The willows were rooster by the stream, and her eyes drifted farther than the catkins. When she heard him pressing the strings, she turned around and said, "Young Master's piano skills are really more and more sophisticated."

"Actually, the lady is very envious of the young master." She teased with a slight smile, "If I had half of my master's skills, maybe I would go to the teahouse to be a singer, not as a private school teacher."

He frowned slightly, disagreed in his heart.

"Du Niang's words are not to be contemptuous of the young master, but to be expressed with emotion. The young master knows that since I was a child, I have wanted to be a swordsman who "does not stay in a thousand miles" or a singer who sings all the legends of the world." She said.

"Why?" he asked in confusion.

The swordsman is so lonely and the singer is so bumpy, but he is not a good identity.

What's more, she can't do martial arts, and playing the piano... is even more difficult to describe.

Her reason was ridiculously weird: "When I was a child, I read the script and felt that the story of the ruthless swordsman was always the most outstanding, so I wanted to live like that, come and go without being trapped in a world. But later, I found that I could not be a swordsman, and when I was sad, I thought about being a singer."

He heard it a little funny: "If you can't be a swordsman, what does it have to do with the singer?"

She blinked and said, "Don't you often say that you can drink to relieve your sorrows? As soon as I play the piano, I find that those bad things are simply unfavorable compared to my piano skills."

He was stunned.

A woman who has always been cold on weekdays suddenly feels humorous and has great lethality.

After being stunned, he couldn't help but suddenly lean forward and laughed out loud, with the pleasure and ease he had never had in his life. The laughter came from afar and was shocked to the guards running over. He looked at him as he was fine, and then he left in front of each other.

She saw the frightened guards and seemed to find it very interesting. She raised her slender eyebrows slightly and looked at him: "Honor, have you never smiled on weekdays?"

He stopped laughing and shook his head.

It was not that he didn't laugh, but that he always smiled just right. Only at this moment, he let go of his usual thoughts and plots in the officialdom, and felt very relaxed, and he also teased and replied: "Since that's the case, if a Baidu girl sings one day, she will definitely go and support her in person."

"Sure, when will I fall into a state of decline? I will no longer be a private school teacher. If you are willing to come to me and play the piano for me, I will definitely sing it to you first and try your singing voice."

"good."

He deserved it very naturally and quickly, so that after he spoke, he was stunned.

However, the woman didn't take it seriously. After hearing his response, her eyes were bent. As if she knew the sincerity of his response, she also understood that when he thought for a while, she would not choose this again. Therefore, she smiled lightly and didn't care much.

She turned her head and looked at the last falling sunset, her eyes as distant as a dream. It seemed that the next moment would fall and disappear.

...

Yong Hebi's eyelashes trembled. As early as then, the woman could see more clearly than him.

I can see clearly that he has developed in the strict family marquis, and it is impossible for me to indulge myself in my own way. I can see clearly that even if he is moved for a moment, he will stop this throbbing from his confidant due to too many concerns. I can see clearly that even if he enjoys the comfort of being with her, he will not let himself indulge in it...

At this moment, he rode his horse and ran out of the city. After all, he just looked at the empty distance, clasped the reins tightly, and stopped.

But...if she didn't already have an interested person in her heart...

If... she also fell in love with him even a little...

Yong Hebi smiled bitterly and shook his head. If this is true, can he be able to hold on to this day, and can he hold back at this moment and not recover the woman who suffered a lot of grievances and left with a calm smile after sitting for a night?

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking about this meaningless problem. In his position, he had too many confinements and helplessness. Even if he didn't want to do many things, his subordinates could no longer tolerate them.

What's more...

What she wanted was a small house, a few acres of fertile land, the simplest life, the simplest man, and he couldn't do it and wouldn't let go of everything and do it.

The moment he turned his horse's head and turned around, he seemed to hear a long sigh in his heart.

...

After returning to the hall, the followers had already prepared their carriages and were ready to go.

Seeing him dismounted, the staff were silent, and their expressions remained sad.

Lu Zixie sighed softly, stepped forward and bowed, "Young Master, I'm back to Beijing."

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Return to Beijing...

As soon as the shadow let go of the pigeon, after reading the words on the paper, he twisted his fingertips and the paper turned into powder.

He turned back to the village, about to report that the Su family had sent someone to receive the young lady.

Suddenly he paused, lowered his head, and looked at a long thin thread on the ground...

Ying looked up and met the girl's little eyes that seemed calm but actually expected. She raised her head slightly and saw Ying Liu sitting high on the tree, holding a flower basket in her hand, and casting a helpless look at him, asking for blessings.

He looked down, paused, stretched out his feet and kicked the thin line that was crossing his feet—

"Dingling..." The bell tied with thin lines suddenly rang.

At the same time, the pear petals flying around appeared quietly and the girl's treacherous voice: "Congratulations on triggering the hidden plot: Su Duniang's hidden ending - the son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting!"

With a "puff" sound, Ying Liunin couldn't help laughing.

What kind of child wants to support him but his parents are not here to stay? How can a lunatic take advantage of others like this?

Miss Su's eyes flew over, and a young shadow guard on the tree who was destroying the atmosphere immediately pursed his lips and closed his voice, and continued to sprinkle the petals conscientiously...

"Alas! A soldier can be killed, not humiliated!" Miss Su raised her head with her hands, sighed to the sky, and the thin petals were scattered from the tree... Ying hugged her arms and raised her hand, pressed her slightly, and then raised her head. Miss Su's expression had become depressed and shaking unsteadily, like a weak willow Fufeng was overwhelmed. "Sir, Mr. Yong, Du Niang thought she would treat you sincerely, but why did you frame me like this?"

"You don't have to explain, I've already known the whole story." Her hair fell to her shoulders, and she lowered her head and her eyelashes trembled slightly. "Do you know how sad I am when I know the truth?"

The pear petals rose and fell, and they were drifting, like a heavy snowfall on the goose feathers.

She turned her eyes, raised her chin stubbornly, but her pupils were as cool as frost and snow. "It turns out that you have treated me so well for more than a month, but you are just pretending to have ulterior motives. Is it all the way to drive me away?"

Ying Yi's calm eyes suddenly moved, lifting his eyes, looking at the girl smiling coldly across from him.

For a moment, I didn't know whether she was telling the Yong family members as Su Duniang or as herself, she asked them this question...

"Don't come here."

The dagger in her sleeve slid down to the palm of her palm. She held the dagger and took a step back, and pointed the blade at her, smiling sadly: "It turns out that you... all want to drive me away... but why do you deceive me?"

"The world deceives me and insults me, treats me as a monster, and even those who think they are trustworthy will try their best to harm me and try their best to drive me away. No one cares about me, no one understands what I say, what I do. My life is just a joke."

Seeing the shadow on the tree supporting his head with his elbows, he still sprinkled flowers indifferently. Ying Yi moved his eyes back and continued to look at the girl who raised the dagger in front of him and smiled sadly.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have come here at first." The girl shook her head desolately, "It's better to be clean than to get into ditches and ditches. Why bother with you? I, Su Du Niang, don't bother to stay in this dirty world."

"I hope that after my death, my body will not be too ugly and at the mercy of others. At this point, I just hope that the gentlemen will be able to see the last dignity of Liu Duniang in the meeting."

The girl smiled resolutely, took a step back, raised her dagger and stabbed it in her chest.

In an instant, blood splattered—

"Miss!" Ying Yi's figure flew over like the wind in the blink of an eye, caught her falling body, and her indifferent and calm eyes trembled in an instant.

With a "uh", Ying Liu's movements of the flower froze.

The sad smile on Su Xiaozhao's lips also froze, and he squeezed his eyes, winked at the man who accidentally flew over and caught him.

Ying didn't even look at it. She raised her finger and lit the acupoint on her chest to stop the continuous gushing of blood.

Su Xiaozhao quickly blocked his palm, and his fingertips fell on the back of her hand - a thin calluse on her fingertips, and a slightly sharpened touch and a hint of imperceptible tremor.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you acting like a hooligan?" In the stunned gaze, Su Xiaozhao raised his tail finger, pinched his finger with a "ah" and threw it away, "Let's let it go."

She turned over, got out, he held the stiff arm on her back, then picked up the dagger that fell out, and then held it back: "Puff--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Farewell, sirs, Young Master Yong..." After saying that, the girl tilted her head and closed her eyes.

The air was quiet for a moment.

The petals fell slowly.

During the girl's exaggerated performance, Ying moved her right hand and finally found that the red liquid on her fingertips was not the warm and sticky blood.

The girl who was "lying on the corpse" there had already gotten up, dusted the dust from her dress, sighed and shook her head: "Oh, it's all because she was greedy in the morning and drank all the tomato juice, so she died of blood in the last scene, and she could only do it."

"But the spring dagger made by Xiao Ying'er is quite good!" Su Xiaozhao threw the "bloody" dagger in his hand, stabbed the palm a few times, and pressed out the tomato juice in the handle. "It's a pity that I changed the plan and it was useless. In fact, there is a cliff jumping ending, but Xiao Ying'er has not made a parachute yet. It's such a fool Shadow Guard, tsk tsk..."

He didn't do it on purpose, right? Otherwise, with the little crazy temperament, he might have run away to jump off the cliff excitedly!

Ying Liu also fell from the tree. He didn't go to see the girl who was thinking about it, and asked in surprise: "Ying Yi, why did you rush over?"

Su Xiaozhao also looked sideways and complained, "That's right, Da Ying'er, why did you run over to interrupt me?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, and she said, "Do you really think I'm seeking death? Puff... Are you stupid by Xiao Ying'er?"

The man in black slowly stood up and silently answered.

Ying Liu was taken to the opportunity to get rid of Ying Yi again, but he was very puzzled. In his opinion, this trick with all kinds of loopholes can only deceive Ying Yi. What's more, he is still scattering flowers on the head of the lunatic. If something really happens, how can he not stop it?

Su Xiaozhao snapped his fingers and said, "Oh, by the way, did you rush over just now and call me 'Miss'?"

"I understand! You were in a hurry, afraid that I would really hurt your lady's body, so you rushed over without thinking?" She wrinkled her nose and said boredly, "Don't worry, I won't do this. I'm not afraid of pain?"
To be continued...