The night is slightly cold, Qi Rong stands in the court, Mu Zi comes out from behind him, smile: "small four."
Qi Rong turned his head and saluted respectfully: "yes, sir. How did you come here?"
Mu Zi, holding a folding fan in her hand, was bewitched with a smile: "it's a long night. Does Xiao Si feel lonely by himself?"
"Mr. joked," Qi Rong turned his head and pointed to the flower bed on the ground. "The students just couldn't sleep and came out to enjoy the flowers."
"Enjoy the flowers," Mu Zi said with a smile, "why don't you go with Xiao Qingqing?"
Qi Rong slightly restrained, made a please action, "Sir, sit over there."
They went to the pavilion together.
There are sake and some tea on the table. Qi Rong stroked his sleeve and poured down a glass of wine for mu Zi: "please, sir."
Mu Zi just smiles and says nothing.
He is waiting for Qi Rong to speak first.
After a long time, Qi Rongcai put down his glass and sighed: "Jun Si Meng Yang, I think of Jun, Yan Sha world crape myrtle Lang. Students often remember the scene when Mr. Meng and Mr. Meng taught the emperor together
My purple eyelashes quiver.
Qi Rong, as if he hadn't seen it, poured the wine on his own, handed it to his lips for a sip, and said in a warm voice, "Sir, you have loved Meng Yangjun."
Mu Zi suddenly smiles.
People all say that Muzi is a legend. Whenever I mention his name, I will think of that gorgeous face.
And Meng Yangjun, Bai Yan.
The youth who always like to wear colorful clothes always follow a simple purple dress.
But now, Mu Zi is nearly 30 years old, but that person is always in the youth.
Meng Yangjun died in the winter of the 13th year of Yong'an at the age of 23.
Ziweilang fighting thousands of miles, Meng Yangjun fighting unbeaten ah
If Muzi is a legend, then Baiyan is a dream.
It's a disillusioned dream.
Everyone can talk about Mu Zi, but no one dares to talk about the young man in purple.
As if in this way, Bai Yan is still the 23-year-old gentle youth.
But if it's a dream, it's just a pity after waking up. And the most painful, nothing more than once had, so lost, unforgettable, pain to heartbreak.
Mu Zi looked at Qi Rong and hooked her lips: "Xiao Si, you want to remind me that Bai Yan is helping you."
Qi Rong said, "yes."
Mu Zi said: "Bai Yan helps you, so his brother Bai Qingzhen should help you. If I don't help you, I shouldn't stop you. That's what you think
Qi Rong did not hide, looked directly at Mu Zi, and spit out a word: "yes."
Mu Zi began to laugh, like a goblin in the moonlight.
He had a bright smile, but he didn't smile at all.
Mu Zi asked: "Xiao Si, do you want to fight for this world?"
Qi Rong put down his glass, looked at Mu Zi without blinking, and asked: "students have the ability to get things, why not fight?"
Mu Zi stares at him and says, "you can't."
The gentle smile on Qi Rong's face suddenly stopped. His pupils shrank and his voice was a little higher: "just because the students are common people?"
"Small four," Mu Zi sighed gently, with a trace of pity in her tone, "obsession is too deep, but it will be doomed. If one day you get what you want, you will lose something forever. "
Mu Zi looked at him: "I'm afraid that you will repent."