064 I miss you

The disaster relief in Chaozhou is the first real cooperation between Murong Xueyan and Nangong Yi in a long time. Nangong Yi ordered local officials to distribute three bags of rice to each household according to the household roster, while Murong Xueyan went to the battle in person to help Xiurong send cotton-padded jackets to each disaster victim one by one. In the middle of the night, the things prepared by Murong Xueyan have almost been distributed, and more than half of the problems in the disaster area have not been solved.

The next morning, Murong Xueyan was at a loss. He saw Yu Wenshuang personally escorting the brigade carriage. At a glance, all the vehicles in front of him were full of grain...

With the help of Yu Wenshuang, the problems in the disaster area were quickly solved. Grain, cotton-padded jackets, dry food, and the same were distributed to the disaster victims. The hard ice on the road was chiseled at the fastest speed by Nangong Yi led by the people with the method taught by Murong Xueyan. In a few days, the disaster relief work will be completed in nine out of ten. Nangong Yi ordered the local officials to continue the disaster relief, left the silver issued by the court, and rebuilt it after the disaster. He planned to escort Yan Zheng back to the capital first.

On the eve of leaving, Murong Xueyan was indescribably melancholy. In the few days in Chaozhou, although there were thrilling times, it made her particularly miss. Here, there is no palace, no Yunfei. Nangong Yiri can only see her and think of her...

"What do you think?" Nangong Yi turned his head and looked at her, showing the gentleness rarely seen in his eyes.

"Think about whether we can visit this county before we leave." Murong Xueyan smiled gently and said, "I have also set the scolon of Muya Winery here, but I've been so busy recently that I haven't had a chance to see it."

The breath was cold, and Murong Xueyan couldn't help taking a breath and rubbing her hands. It's really hard work... When I came that day, I didn't feel cold for days and nights, and I didn't feel tired when I distributed food and clothes to the victims. Once I stopped, I felt tired.

Nangong Yi naturally took one of her hands and said softly, "Then I'll accompany you to have a look tomorrow morning."

His slender and powerful fingers are so warm... The warm current with the touch of the palm of his hand spread to his heart, making Murong Xueyan's heart warm.

"Sheer..." He suddenly called her.

"What?" Raise your head and your face is dazzled.

"Sometimes, I really don't know what kind of woman you are. If you are wayward, you used to be so self-willed when you divorced; however, you are so smart, good at singing and dancing, and know how to run a winery; this time you can actually help the court regardless of interests..."

"I don't do such things as disaster relief for the sake of the imperial court." Murong Xueyan looked gentle, "I'm just doing my best to help people in need."

"Maybe I used to know too little about you..."

"Nan Gongyi." Murong Xueyan suddenly summoned up all her courage and asked righteously, "Can you tell me what kind of position I occupy in your mind now?" Do you really treat me as your wife?"

"I naturally regard you as a wife." Nangong Yi replied without hesitation.

"What about Yunfei? Have you ever forgotten her? Murong Xueyan simply asked again.

"I have never forgotten." Nangong Yi didn't hide it at all.

"Is she important or me in your heart?" She looked up at him with anticipation.

She just wants an answer...

If he really completely put down Yunfei.

If he really falls in love with her wholeheartedly.

It's a pity, if it's just if.

"All I know is that what I should cherish now is you, and Yun'er is the story of the past." The roundabout answer did not answer directly in the end, and there was no clear choice between her and Yunfei as she wished.

Maybe you shouldn't force him...

He has chosen her and clearly told her that Yunfei was just the past for him.

Who can't go past?

There are some things that are destined. For example, she is destined to live Murong Xueyan's life. For example, she can participate in the future of Nangongyi, but she can't share his past.

She has never been so eager to have a person's past.

In his youth, all his love was poured into a woman named Yan Moyun. In the past when they loved each other, the real Murong Xueyan was still a child, and her Mu Zhiqing was still in another time and space...

She smiled and held his hand with her backhand.

The letter came on foot, and the two stopped in front of a deserted temple.

In the cold Buddha hall, the golden Buddha statue greeted them with a compassionate smile.

"From love to worry, from from worry to fear. If you are away from your lover, you will be carefree and fearless. Murong Xueyan's red lips opened slightly and read out a string of Buddhist verbals.

"Xueer..." Nangong Yi hugged her shoulder and was a little worried about what she suddenly said.

"Promise me never to leave me." She looked up at him and kept seeing him in the deepest part of his heart.

This is a pair of clear and stubborn water eyes in black and white, which are the eyes he has always been familiar with...

"Never give up." He promised gently.

"Don't forget." She responded heavily.

In the cold Buddha's temple, she tiptoed up and put her lips on his lips. At first, this kiss was gentle and tossing, with unspeakable admiration, with a faint melancholy, with a feeling of gain and loss; then, she became presumptuous and with a wild attack. For the first time, she explored so boldly in his mouth, trying to leave her own mark. He felt astringent, as if he had been bitten.

"You..." There was still obvious pain in the lips when it was separated. Nangong Yi brushed it with his fingertips, and there was a trace of blood.

"No one else has ever given such a kiss, has it?" Murong Xueyan raised her eyebrows with a proud look.

No one else has given it to me... When I was a teenager, I was with Yun'er, and it happened two or three times in total. When they kissed for the first time, they didn't have skills. They touched each other's teeth and said, "Yi, you bit my tongue!" The end; later, when it was carried out again, they were also gentle and light, afraid of "hurt" each other like the first time...

How can I compare Yun'er with her? Nangong Yi, you are obviously with her. Why do you still think of Yuner from time to time? Don't you think this is despicable?!

He secretly blamed himself, but when he looked back, Murong Xueyan disappeared. It turned out that she slipped out of the ruined temple and stood outside alone when he was distracted.

"The stars are beautiful tonight." She held a futon taken from the temple in her hand. She spread the futon on the ground and sat on it to look at the stars.

Nangong Yi concocted it like this, and also took a futon to sit down and leaned his back against her.

"Nan Gongyi, what was your dream when you were a child?" She suddenly asked.

Nangongyi Nangongyi... She can't call her "Prince" or "Prince", with her name and surname all day long. He frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction. Unexpectedly, she smiled carelessly: "But, I'm used to it!" And how meaty it should be to call the word 'Yi' alone, and then..."

"...Maybe someone has called you 'Yi' before..."

There is melancholy in his tone.

"Okay. It's up to you." Nangong Yi didn't want to spoil the fun at such a beautiful time, so he had to follow her. He immediately remembered the question she asked and said, "Before I was fifteen years old, my dream was to fight invincible all over the world..."

"Once upon a time, there was a martial arts figure nicknamed 'Invincible all over the world'." Murong Xueyan smiled and hit Nangong Yi with her arm, "What about after the age of fifteen?"

"After the age of fifteen..." He paused and finally decided to tell the truth, "My dream is to marry Yun'er."

"Oh." She responded gently, because he sat with his back to him. He didn't see her expression, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his tone.

After a while, he asked, "Where's your dream?"

"Twenty... I will travel around the world before this year." It was so close that she almost said "twenty-one years old". If she really said it, Nangong Yi must think that she was crazy. After this year... I just want to live well, live to the fullest, and do everything well.

"Including being my wife?" He asked teasedly.

"..." It seems that she hasn't seriously considered this question.

A long silence.

"Do you know Su Wu?" Nangong Yi suddenly asked.

"I know. He is a hero who endures humiliation. Murong Xueyan said, "When he was young, he was the Zhonglang general of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. He was ordered by the emperor to send to the Xiongnu. Later, he was detained in the Xiongnu for decades and exiled to the bitter cold land to herd sheep. Although his life was repeatedly trapped, he insisted on his integrity and did not surrender to the Xiongnu until Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty ascended the throne before returning to the Han Dynasty."

"He used to be the person I admire most." Nangong Yi was surprised by her eruphism and said, "Su Wu left a poem for his wife before he sent a Xiongnu. The first two sentences are--"

"When you are husband and wife, there is no doubt about love." Murong Xue continued with a smile on her face.

She has always liked the beautiful poems to express her love, and Su Wu's two sentences have long been familiar with them.

He was surprised again. He found that no matter what he said, she always seemed to be able to keep up with him.

Perhaps, she was really sent by God to stay with him for the rest of his life after he lost Yun'er.

"You should come back when you are born, and you should miss each other when you die." Nangong Yi sighed, "When I went to the battlefield, these two poems also came to my mind."

At the beginning...

She pulled the corners of her mouth and didn't say anything after all.

When he thought about these two poems, the person he thought about was his cloud.

She was a little tired and tired, leaning against his back and dozing off. In a daze, she seemed to hear Nangong Yi say three words.

"I...you."