Chapter 283 Let's talk about the next month!

The moon is like a disk, hanging high above the nine heavens. Thousands of stars are hidden, and the moon shines on the earth.

At night, it's slightly cool.

No matter how many and bright the stars are, they can't resist the curved moon. What's more, the full moon is high and obscures thousands of stars. At night, when you look up, the most eye-catching is always the moon. No matter how round or missing it is, no matter how bright the starlight is, it can't hide its elegant demeanor.

Ye Qingyan wore a green shirt and sat alone on the roof, drinking freely, releasing the bitterness of his heart.

"The night is beautiful, and the wine is fragrant, but the person is not that person after all..."

Ye Qingyan suddenly raised his head, raised his right arm, met Yuehui, and poured wine into his throat. His posture was wild and unruly. The wine flowed down his chin and neck into his chest, soaked his clothes, but he ignored it.

Which teenager is not very affectionate, coincides with his youth and carefreeness. If he is not romantic and frivolous, wouldn't he come to this world in vain?

Therefore, Ye Qingyan's teenager is colorful.

The vows of youth are finally flowing with the passage of time, and the feelings of youth, as they grow up, gradually disappear in the years and wear out in time.

How many people, because of time, distance, alienate from each other, slowly become strange, and finally go strangers?

Meet and pretend not to know each other.

A stranger is eventually a guest in his hometown. He is not a frivolous teenager, but when the teenager grows up and is frivolous, what does it settle down? Is it a free and easy smile or a sad memory?

Mu Weimian, such a woman who has left a strong color in her life, completely embarked on a stranger in this way...

Drinkling, let the spicy pour into the throat, taste the burning heat, staring at the vast night, Ye Qingyan muttered softly.

Beautiful, indeed, is used for memory.

Once young, golden years, accompanied by beautiful girls, innocent, like flowing years, have nothing to do with betrayal. It was a childhood made with dreams and youth, and the beauty was like a dream.

But with the passage of time, people don't know where to go. Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. In the spring breeze, peach blossoms are colorful, and the beautiful scenery is still very beautiful, but people are no longer that person.

"Cough..."

Maybe he drank too hard and was choked. Ye Qingyan coughed loudly, and then laughed, laughing, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

There is a kind of smile, which is extremely sad and smiling. The so-called extreme is nothing more than that, but this kind of smile seems too desolate.

"It's not good to drink too much!"

An extremely gentle voice contained in a coldness suddenly sounded in Ye Qingyan's ear. He slowly looked up and saw an extremely beautiful picture, which made him always remember the woman in front of him, put it in the bottom of his heart and never forget it.

The woman was dressed in a long moon-white skirt, with 3,000 green silk flying like a waterfall, and her face was picturesque. She walked forward with light moonlight, like a moon palace fairy. She walked step by step to Ye Qingyan, then slowly squatted down and took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe away the scum from the corners of Ye Qingyan's mouth and tears from the corners of her eyes. Her movements were gentle. As if a gentle wife was serving her husband, she looked natural and un pretentious.

"Sister, why haven't you slept yet?" Ye Qingyan looked at Su Muyue, who sat casually beside him, cleaned up his mood and smiled.

"I just can't sleep!" Su Muyue shook her head, but under the drooping eyelids, there was a watery tenderness that Ye Qingyan could not find, just because you were unhappy and I was unhappy, just because you couldn't sleep, and I couldn't sleep, that's all.

My happiness and sadness are only related to you.

"Sister, do you know?" Staring at the high full moon, Ye Qingyan said quietly, "When I was young, my life was very happy. I had a father and brother, an aunt who spoiled me in everything, a sister who had always been gentle like water, and a little girl who grew up with me. At that time, I thought it was a lifetime, although it was not turbulent. Broad and colorful, but the most important thing is comfort!"

"Although I was born unable to practice martial arts, I am unwilling, but over time, some ideas have gradually faded. Ha ha, reality can indeed polish all the sharp edges and corners smoothly and smoothly. My pursuit of martial arts has gradually been dispersed by the current situation. If it hadn't been for the great change of the country and the fall of mountains and rivers in an instant, I'm afraid that I am , or the Xiaoyao prince who only knows how to sit, eat and wait to die!"

Ye Qingyan looked calm, as if what he was saying was talking about other people's stories, which had nothing to do with himself. "The mountains and rivers were overthrowing, and I walked out of the pit where I didn't know whether to love or hate. From that moment on, I knew that I would lose a lot, so much that I couldn't bear it!"

Ye Qingyan looked calm, but he couldn't hide the trembling of his tone. He knew that Su Muyue had already seen through his identity, so he had no scruples and vented the depression in his heart, "But I never thought that I would lose her!"

Ye Qingyan's self-repressed emotions broke out like a flood. There were strong emotions in his trembling voice. "I have imagined countless times how she and I would meet again, but I have never thought that she chose to betray like today, and the betrayal was so completely that there was nothing. There is room for turning around!"

Su Muyue brushed Ye Qingyan's black hair and gently stroked it from top to bottom. Ye Qingyan was sad. She felt the same way. She didn't want him to be so sad. This was not Ye Qingyan in her memory.

She smiled with tears in her eyes, and her tone was still gentle to the bone: "What if there is no her? There are still many people who care about you, such as Master, such as Sister Ziyan, such as... me!"

Ye Qingyan smiled bitterly, gently stretched out his hand, brushed Su Muyue's 3,000 green silk, and laughed at herself, "What right do I have to accuse her? I can't concentrate myself. It's understandable that she chooses to empathize. After all, she also has the right to choose happiness!"

"What's more, I, a depressed prince, was chased and killed by my uncle. There was no way to enter the earth. I could only hide in the Tianyang Empire to take refuge, so that I barely saved a life. There is really no reason for her to persist!"

Su Muyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and comforted her, "Maybe you think you're too much. Maybe she thinks you're dead!"

"Impossible!" Ye Qingyan shook his head firmly and said, "When I was young, I made a moon-old mark with her, so no one knows better than her whether I am alive or dead!"

Su Muyue's small mouth opened slightly and was very surprised. Obviously, she knew very well what was going on with the Yue Lao seal, but she was shocked that Ye Qingyan had made the next Yue Lao imprint with Mu Weimian. In this way, Mu Weiyan absolutely knew that Ye Qingyan was still alive, but in this way, she still chose to throw herself into Tuoba Ye's arms. Hug, from Ye Qingyan's position, this is indeed a betrayal.

But what shocked Su Muyue most was that after the two married the old mark of the next month, Su Muyue could still empathize.

The Yue Lao mark is a sacred and ancient ceremony. It is said that only men and women with hearts can conclude the mark and become a couple who receive the blessings of heaven and earth. According to ancient legend, as long as the Yue Lao mark is concluded, the husband and wife can absolutely concentrate on holding hands with each other and go to the white head.

However, Ye Qingyan and Mu Weiyan are obviously not in this situation. Not to mention romantic, but Ye Qingyan, who is ruthless everywhere, can explain the situation very well. Can these two break the shackles of the Yue Lao's imprint?

Su Muyue's heart is a little strange, which is definitely a quite strange thing. Presumably Ye Qingyan also knows it, so while he is bitter, he is also wondering and thinking about the reason.

Is it because of the loss of the effective use of the Yue Lao mark when he was young and grew up, which led to such a situation?

"It's really complicated!"

Su Muyue shook her head and smiled bitterly. The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became. The more she thought about it, the more she had a headache. She looked at Ye Qingyan and said, "Some things have happened, there is no possibility of redemption. Therefore, it is useless to regret and self-blame. If you should give up, you have to give up decisively, otherwise it will hurt others more!"

Ye Qingyan pondered for a long time, and then nodded, as if he had figured it out. He smiled at Su Muyue, showing his snow-white teeth, and his smile was bright, which made Su Muyue dizzy for a moment.

After that, he suddenly raised his right arm, took a big mouthful of wine, and was stimulated by alcohol. His mind was a little dizzy, which made him ignore a lot, and even his consciousness faded greatly, which once became Ye Qingyan's most regretful thing in his life.

"Kka!"

The void was broken, and a huge palm condensed like the light of death. From the broken space, lightning slapped at Ye Qingyan.

"Be careful!"

Stimulated by alcohol, Ye Qingyan's scalp was numb and did not react at all. Su Muyue's face changed dramatically, and her body suddenly moved in the air. In an instant, she stood in front of Ye Qingyan. The huge palm full of vast power banged Su Muyue's back with a bang.

Su Muyue, who was bombarded, was affected by palm power and couldn't help lying in front of Ye Qingyan. At the same time, a cold hum flashed in the void, and three flashes of light palms and lightning flashed out. Su Muyue's face turned pale and red blood gushed out of her mouth, but her hands hugged Ye Qingyan tightly and endured all the attacks. Hit!

"Quick...go!" Su Muyue loosened her hands and let the corners of her mouth gushed out. She didn't care. She pushed Ye Qingyan with trembling hands. At the same time, her usually bright and gentle eyes gradually became lax...