Saying that, Feng Xiyao and Long Xiaotian took the lead and entered the second world.

This is a very secluded attic. In the courtyard in front of the attic, there are all kinds of flowers, such as peonies, lilies, roses, Fengyang and so on.

Standing in this courtyard, it is as if you are surrounded by hundreds of flowers. The fragrance of flowers is so refreshing.

Among the hundreds of flowers, a graceful woman is dancing lightly. The flowers in the sky are twisting with her waist and gathering around her. The woman's laughter is like a silver bell, like the most beautiful thing in the world music.

Looking at the beautiful figure dancing among the flowers, at that moment, Zhuo Wen seemed to have an emotion that was so complicated that he couldn't express it in the deepest part of his heart. In the deepest part of this emotion, Zhuo Wen faintly felt a share heartache.

The woman in front of her was very beautiful, her dancing figure was like a butterfly dancing freely among flowers.

Accompanied by this graceful dancing posture, accompanied by the petals fluttering like flowing water, a soft and pleasant sound of guzheng quietly passed by the ears.

Listening quietly to the sound of the guzheng, quietly listening to the giggling of the woman, silently admiring the graceful dance of the woman, Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes comfortably.

He walked slowly into the flowers between the two of them, and the hostility in his body had already subsided. At this moment, he seemed to blend into this beautiful scenery.

Feng Xiyao, Long Xiaotian and the people behind them didn't make a sound, they all held their breath, watching this scene, they didn't dare to make too much noise to disturb this beautiful scene.

The sound of the soles of feet stepping on the petals sounded, finally attracting the attention of the dancing woman.

I saw the woman twisting her graceful waist and turning around, that beautiful smile faced Zhuo Wen, and those clear beautiful eyes fell into Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

Zhuo Wen also looked at the woman in front of him with a smile, and he walked slowly to the woman.

"Who... are you? You... are so familiar!"

The woman's bright eyes stared at the man in front of her and murmured softly.

Zhuo Wen froze, and the deepest emotion in his heart was completely touched at this moment. In this emotion, there was a kind of heart-piercing pain.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't know me! From now on, we will know each other. My name is Zhuo Wen, please remember this name well!"

Zhuo Wen slowly hugged the woman in front of him, whispering in her ear as if in a dream.

"Are you crying?"

"Because I'm so excited!"

"Why are you excited?"

"Because I finally brought you back and met you!"

"Why are you so excited to see me?"

"because I love you!"

Among the flowers, Zhuo Wen hugged Mu Chenxue lightly like this, and the two asked and answered each other, as if two closest lovers were whispering.

But the spoken dialogue made Feng Xiyao and others who were watching this side outside the courtyard feel sour and burst into tears.

"I remember your name. I know Zhuowen's name, but I can't remember what Zhuowen looks like? What's wrong with me?"

Mu Chenxue slowly separated from Zhuo Wen, she stared at the young man in front of her, and found that the young man in front of her was crying, as if crying like a helpless child.

Even in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and endless killings, those eyes that still don't have much emotion have been filled with tears.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen is no longer the ruthless warrior who keeps climbing the peak and regards human life like dirt, but a sad person who keeps crying because his lover forgets himself.

"Don't cry, come and tell me a story, I remember a guy named Zhuo Wen, he told me a story before, can you tell a story?" Mu Chenxue gently wiped the bruises on Zhuo Wen's cheeks. Tear marks, hee hee smiled.

Zhuo Wen immediately burst into laughter, wrapped his hands around Mu Chenxue, and slowly sat among the flowers, and said softly: "Wu Sangui, the general soldier of Shanhaiguan, was furious just because Chen Yuanyuan was plundered by Liu Zongmin, refused to surrender Li Zicheng, and led the Qing soldiers into the pass." ..."

Zhuo Wen spoke eloquently, and began to tell the story of Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng. From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Wen spoke carefully and seriously, with a very focused look and a soft voice.

Mu Chenxue leaned gently on Zhuo Wen's chest, and listened quietly to Zhuo Wen's narration. Everyone outside the courtyard who watched this scene sighed softly. There is no doubt that this is definitely a pair of fateful mandarin ducks in front of them.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the flowers, Mo Yan Wushang slowly put away the zither, sized up the quiet couple in the flowers with beautiful eyes, sighed softly, and left the courtyard.

"Zhuowen, Wushang taught me a Fu before, I like it very much, I will sing it to you, do you want to listen to it?" Mu Chenxue slowly raised his head, stared at Zhuo Wen with beautiful eyes and said with a smile.

Zhuo Wen kissed Mu Chenxue's forehead, and said with a smile, "Okay! You can sing it and I'll listen to it!"

"whee!"

Mu Chenxue giggled, and at some point, she took out a guzheng from the spirit ring.

"When did you learn the guzheng?" Zhuo Wen laughed dumbly. JrNovels.com