Advising the villains to be kind every day

When Mu Qiulan ran out of Xiao Jingchen's tent, she looked up at the full moon in the sky.She remembers that every Mid-Autumn Festival, she would make mooncakes with her aunt, which symbolizes a safe reunion.In that small courtyard, put moon cakes and freshly brewed chrysanthemum stuffing, and enjoy the moon while drinking, which is a rare and pleasant time in that deep house.

At this moment, she couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.Anger, fear and sadness swept over her at this moment, completely breaking her down.

She has never been so helpless and lonely. She misses her aunt and wants to cry in her arms.Even if it doesn't help at all, at least the heart can be comforted.

The smell of blood in his mouth made Xiao Jingchen gradually calm down, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lower lip.

Unexpectedly, that ugly girl who is usually submissive would dare to bite him!

Until now, he didn't know why he had such an impulse towards that girl.Maybe it's because I'm bored and can't find a reason to vent it, or maybe I think she's just a maid and don't care if she wants to...

He considers himself not a womanizer. Over the years, many women have tried to lean on him, and all of them are beautiful, gentle and well-behaved, but he has never developed an interest in anyone.

Now, he is disturbed by an ugly girl who doesn't know what is good or bad.

This even made him feel unbelievable, and what made him even more upset was that this girl resisted so much!
Is it because she already has a lover in her heart?Or just hate him...

Another unknown fire rose in Xiao Jingchen's heart, because no matter what the reason was, it made him angry...

At this time, Yan Cheng and Zhuang Wan were lying on the grass by the river with a cold moonlight and admiring the moon.

In fact, Zhuang Wan didn't have such a literary hobby at all. She was dragged out by Yan Cheng. After all, she was leaving for Wushan Mountain tomorrow. Life and death were unpredictable. This night must have been a lot of emotion.

Yan Cheng didn't speak, but she could sense that he was not in a good mood.

"How about I read a poem to you!" Zhuang Wanyin said: "'Bihai year after year, may I ask for whom is the ice wheel rounded? Blowing in a piece of autumn fragrance, it is as clear as snow. In sorrow, look forward to a good day and night, knowing It's all sad. Only the shadow is now, it's so important, it's the bright moon in the old days. In the flower path, the play hide-and-seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye. Do you remember the light and small fan, and it's cold and hot again. It's just falling and filling Hundreds of feelings, always boundless, never close parting. One term Ziyu is ruthless, and the night cold blows away'."

"Good poem!" After listening to it, Yan Cheng turned to look at her: "Who wrote this poem?"

"Ah... I have a friend named Nalan!"

"Then your friend must be a person with a bumpy road. The Mid-Autumn Festival is the night of reunion, but he is alone, missing the beautiful woman, and forgetting the moon."

"That's right..." Zhuang Wan said: "He's really miserable, otherwise he wouldn't have written 'one couple for one lifetime, two ecstasy for teaching'."

"One lifetime, one pair..." Yan Cheng muttered these words.

"This is probably the best wish of all lovers in the world!"

"Yes!" Zhuang Wan said with emotion: "It's a pity that things often backfire."

"That's because they are not firm enough!"

Yan Cheng turned sideways and looked at her, his eyes were like stars.

"If it were me, I would be smashed to pieces, and I will never give up!"

Yan Cheng, who was dressed in white at the moment, was even more radiant than the bright moon.What is commendable is that he still has the heart of a child at this moment.

Zhuang Wan knew what he wanted, but she couldn't respond to him.Although she and him met and walked together in this world, their endings were in two different places.

She avoided his gaze and looked up at the moon.

"Wan'er..." Yan Cheng called her softly.

Zhuang Wan pretended not to hear.

Yan Cheng held her hand, the palm was warm.

The night was quiet and serene, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just lay there quietly...

The next day, Yueqiying set off for Wushan Mountain.

Yan Cheng walked up to Zhuang Wan and said after a moment of silence: "Wait for me to come back!"

Zhuang Wan nodded.She doesn't know about others, but Yan Cheng will definitely come back alive, so she doesn't need to worry.

Yan Cheng moved his lips, wanted to say something but didn't say anything in the end, turned around and rode on the horse, and ordered: "Let's go!"

"Brother Zhuang Wan, take care!" Chen Wujin waved goodbye.

"Wait for us to come back!" Bai Qilang said.

The team gradually drifted away, and the old beggar sighed: "I hope they can return safely!"

Zhuang Wan: "..."

"and many more!"

She shouted, Yan Cheng raised his hand to signal the team to stop, and turned his horse's head to look at her.

Zhuang Wan quickly ran over, Yan Cheng dismounted, "What's wrong?"

"I also need to go!"

"No, it's too dangerous!" Yan Cheng knew what it meant to enter Wushan.

Zhuang Wan looked at the faces behind him who looked at death like home, "They are not afraid of me, what am I afraid of?"

"Brother Zhuang Wan..." Chen Wujin persuaded, "Lieutenant Li is right, this trip is dangerous, you should stay in the camp!"

Zhuang Wan ignored him, just stared at Yan Cheng and said, "I must go, do you agree or not?"

Yan Cheng: "..."

She stepped forward and stepped on Yan Cheng's horse.

"How? Go or not?"

Yan Cheng sighed helplessly, got on his horse, and said to Zhuang Wan who was sitting behind: "You can go, but you have to listen to me along the way."

Zhuang Wan snorted: "Didn't I always listen to you?"

"If you listened to me, you wouldn't come here."

"Take it as a trip!" Zhuang Wan said.

Yan Cheng didn't want to talk to her.

The team continued to advance into the foggy mountains.

In the evening, we stopped by the Heishui River.

On the other side of the river is the rolling Wushan dense forest, which is called Wushan because it is shrouded in dense fog all the year round.And in the middle of the dense forest, there is a cloud of red fog, which is very strange.

"I heard that the red mist is full of poisonous gas, which can make people's whole body fester and pus, making life worse than death."

"Rumours are rumors after all, so don't the Nanyi people live well in it?"

"That is the magic weapon that Nanyi people have to resist poisonous gas."

"I heard that there are rare medicinal materials everywhere in the Wushan Mountains, as well as the treasures left by the ancestors. Nanyi has relied on these treasures to recruit soldiers all these years."

Several soldiers were talking in low voices.

Zhuang Wan knew that smog was formed by the condensation of water vapor, most of which were non-toxic, especially in ancient times when there was no pollution and the air was fresh, there was no such thing as smog.

But this mountain is covered with white mist all year round, which is really strange.Especially the red mist, it was the first time for a well-informed modern person like her to see it, so she couldn't help but feel worried.

It was getting late, Yan Cheng ordered to rest in place and go into the mountain tomorrow.

I don't know if it's because of the proximity to the Wushan Mountain, but the moon can't be seen tonight.The dark and undulating foggy mountain is like a giant beast with a bloody mouth and a big mouth, about to swallow up the faint light on the shore.

Yan Cheng walked out of the tent, looked up at the pitch-black night sky, and frowned.

"Everyone stay alert tonight!" He urged.