Chapter 39: Who cuts the fine leaves, February spring breeze is like scissors 3

"You are still so stubborn." Xu Gu stood with his hands on his hands, and the wide brim covered half of his face, so that people could not see his real expression.

The debate stood a few steps away from him, and his tone was cold: "At the beginning, I pestered you, you said I was stubborn, but now that I let go, you still say I am stubborn. It seems that it is not me who is stubborn, but the world in your eyes.

Xu Gu turned his head and looked at her and sighed slightly, "You still can't see it thoroughly. I came back for nothing."

As early as ten years ago, Xu Gu and Dingchen became each other's confidants. After that, every time he passed by here, he always came in to visit his old friends. While playing chess, the two practiced each other's experience. Dingchen was older than Xu Gu, but he was repeatedly convinced by his exquisite opinions. This may be the key for the two to become forgetful acquaintances. .

Because of trusting Dingchen, Xu Gu asked her for the voice of the debate that was determined to be a monk, hoping that she could help enlighten this stubborn girl and make the debate return. Before Xu Gu came back, her voice had always been excellent. She seemed to have let go of the past, but she didn't expect that she was just good at camouflage. Dingchen shook her head regretfully the moment she saw the girl's jubilant eyes. She spent three years of painstaking efforts, and she still couldn't erase the secular love from the girl's heart.

"You take care of yourself." With that, Xu Gu ignored her and straightened his brim down the path down the mountain.

"Wait!" The debate was unwilling to keep it.

Xu Gu didn't look back: "Those words that are useless should be saved."

"I know that I can't forget you and can't let go of the feelings in my heart, but I don't want it to be a burden for you," the debate clenched the sleeves of the robe. "I won't disturb you anymore, let alone ask you to respond. You can't love me, but you don't have the right to stop me from loving me."

Xu Gu sighed: "I know it's useless, but I still want to fly into the fire. What I did for you is nothing more than to hope that you can put down your obsession and fall in love with me?"

The debate voice smiled bitterly: "Love has always been unreasonable, regardless of gains and losses, and does not care about the consequences."

"Since you say so, I won't care about you anymore."

"This, please take it back."

The old yellow paper has been damaged in many places. Because it is pressed under the pillow, the surface becomes uneven, and you can see a vague shape of the object wrapped in it.

"Good." Xu Gu turned around to her and went to pick up the paper bag. But he didn't want to argue that he suddenly withdrew his hand, tore the layer of yellow paper, held the things in his hand, and aimed it at his heart. Xu Gu was stunned and forgot to take back the outstretched hand.

The debate showed a sad smile: "At the beginning, I asked you why did you save me when you knew I would fall in love with you. Now I finally understand. When you leave it to me, you know that I will do it the last time, right?"

Xu Gu was silent.

"You are really a heartless person, even if my death will not move you. But Xu Gu, you remember that if I die today, five years will be your death. On that day, you will naturally understand the reincarnation of cause and effect, which is far from being qualified by people like you.

With that, the debate pierced the sharp weapon in his hand into his heart.

Dingchen, who had been hiding in the dark, and the two disciples rushed out in a hurry, but this thorn had already hurt their hearts. In any case, people could not be saved.

"Okay," Xu Gu looked at them in a hurry and suddenly said, "Five years later, I'll wait for you to kill me."

The debate was leaning on Master Dingchen's arms, and his face was completely bloodless. After listening to this sentence, he seemed to be completely let go and closed his eyes.

***

Song Yuan has been having a very uncomfortable life recently.

Not long ago, he invited Mrs. Pixiang, a famous incense maker of the Lizhou Lou family, to Duanwang Mansion to make incense for himself. The young incense maker hid behind the veil, but seemed to be able to see through his thoughts at a glance. At the time of parting, he also said some interesting words, which made him wonder for many days.

He planned to directly introduce this Mrs. Pixiang to his father. Like the writer's troupe in the past, he only wanted his father to have fun, but it was not a coincidence that his prince's brother suddenly fell ill. The father seemed to be deeply worried. When he saw him, he was still worried. He was still not worried. So Song Yuan was very knowledgeable and no longer entered the palace every day.

For him, Song Jing is not a beloved brother. He is only a little more than a month younger than himself, but he showed amazing intelligence after a serious illness. He sat in the position of prince early, and he was mediocre and incompetent. In Song Jing's eyes, he is not even an opponent, which is both a good thing and a bad thing for him.

Song Yuan has no strengths. The only thing he can do is to accompany the imperial driver, talk to his father about the people, and introduce some rare things. If Emperor Xuanping is happy, he can live a good life. Suddenly, even the only means of livelihood were gone. Song Yuan had to say that he was a little resentful for his brother, who always robbed his own benefits.

At this moment, an uninvited guest came to visit.

"What kind of wind blew Mr. Wei here? Please come in." Surprised that he showed his goodwill to himself as soon as he turned against the prince, but Song Yuan still had enough face and invited him to the top seat.

Wei Tanyi has never been to the Duanwang Mansion. At this moment, he is squinting and looking around with a smile. Song Yuan was not sure what his purpose was. He just asked someone to bring tea and fruit and stopped talking, waiting for him to play chess.

"Your feng shui is excellent, and the prince is a blessed person." After observing for a while, Wei Tanyi said.

Song Yuan laughed back: "It's auspicious words."

After saying the polite words, Wei Tanyi went straight in: "As the saying goes, you can't go to the Three Treasures Hall. The prince also knows that Caomin is a businessman. This time, he wants to do a business with the prince. I don't know if the prince has the heart to give up his love?"

Song Yuan was stunned at first and wondered what rare things in his palace could ask him to come to the door in person, but he was puzzled, so he said, "Mr. Wei might as well talk about it. Maybe I'm also trying to turn him around?"

"The grass people have learned some face-to-face skills. Seeing that the prince's innate appearance is not a sign of great wealth and nobleness, it is the injury," Wei Tanyi implicitly pointed to a new injury in his jaw. "The prince saw the blood disaster and broke through the obstacles. In the future, the wealth and honor is boundless. The grass people congratulated here first."

"Oh?" Song Yuan touched his scar and smiled meaningfully. "So, isn't Mr. Wei going to scratch the king's sharp weapon?"

Wei Tanyi left his seat and arched his hand: "I hope the prince can do it."

This made Song Yuan puzzled. Others said that seeing blood was an ominous omen, but he said it was a good omen, and he also asked to buy a sharp weapon to let himself see blood, which was really rare.

The injury is also strange. Since Song Zhe's execution, Song Yuan often had nightmares. According to folk customs, his mother pressed a small dagger under his pillow, saying that it could ward off evil spirits. At that time, Emperor Xuanping ordered the prohibition of witchcraft, so Jiang could only wrap the object with yellow paper and told his son not to talk about it to anyone. It has been so safe for more than ten years. Just a few days ago, Song Yuan had a nightmare again. While struggling, he was scratched his jaw by a sharp weapon under the pillow, and then he woke up in shock.

The paper bag has been worn out over the years, and there is still blood on the exposed blade. Song Yuan carefully peeled it off and found that the shape of the dagger was very strange.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Wei, that sharp weapon is the treasure that my mother and concubine specially asked me to suppress evil under the pillow for safety. It is my life-threatening thing, and I really dare not take action." Originally, I didn't care much about it. After listening to him today, the dagger really saved his life. Of course, Song Yuan refused to sell it.