But the bright moon shines on the ditch

Will you regret it?

will not.

Young people are still energetic.

What does the abbot mean?

Desperate situations are just states of mind.

State of mind?

Where the heart is, there is despair. The answer lies in your heart, but seek it from yourself.

What does it mean to seek others against yourself?

Ask yourself and he will tell you the answer.

……

For a long time, Xu Zhiliu didn't want to face the past, didn't want to hear anyone mention the past between him and Liang Peiqiu, didn't want to break it into pieces and analyze why she was like this. Was there any misunderstanding?

He stubbornly believed that after being trampled by An Jiu, after finally gaining Xia Ying's trust and making the most changes in his life, God gave him a glimmer of hope to overturn his father's case. All signs were telling him that he was only one step away from success.

After more than ten years of tolerant dormancy, giving up studying, stacking desks, and thousands of days and nights of exhaustion, those days are finally coming to an end.

Then, at this juncture, she killed him.

Not anyone else, but her.

The only person he wanted to stay with and refused to let go was to kill him, cut off all his hopes in the past and future, burn his body, and destroy his soul together with him.

This is Liang Peiqiu.

How could he believe that such a woman, a woman who admits over and over again that "everything she does, for reputation, profit, and desire, is in line with the times, and the time has not waited for her", makes him believe that she has hidden agendas? Was she forced to do so?

It is true that the best folk kiln in the world is a huge temptation that no one can refuse, and no one can avoid it, but her unconventionality is soaked in his blood.

And his blood was shed for his lover.

From his standpoint, it would be difficult for anyone to deceive themselves and tell themselves that they couldn't help themselves. Is there something to hide? If so, how to explain Wang Yu's death? How to explain the change of ownership of Anqing Kiln? Should I ask her? Do you want to humiliate yourself again and again? What you see with your eyes is not enough. Do you have to break your heart to ask someone who tells lies?

Xu Zhiliu is also proud.

There are no absolutes in this world. No one is to blame for a couple getting separated. Even if there is a third party's information gap, a misunderstanding of space and time after transposition, and an inexplicable self-esteem and self-love, it is impossible to say who is more wrong.

This is how it should be.

If you get separated, come back later.

After years of heavy fog, one day it finally dissipates. I have loved, hated, complained and hurt, and am tired. Only when I lie in the dark night can I think of the beauty of the past, holding hands, running, and every wandering day. In an instant, my heart was penetrated by a strong wind.

How many times in life can such heart palpitations and heartbeats occur?

"Brother Liu, Mucha, I, Muchun, are very good."

"I've wanted to call you that for a long time. I'll call you Brother Liu, okay?"

"Brother Liu, do you know? When I first heard my husband compare my names with yours in the teahouse, I almost cried with joy. For many years, I have never thought about comparing myself with you. All I want is to walk with you. If I can’t walk with you, it would be a joy to be with you under the moonlight.”

"Brother Liu, you are extremely smart, how could you not know this? You have been working in the camp for many years, you have been favored by everyone, and you have the right to castrate your back. Ordinarily, even if you lose the game, Yuci will be yours. As long as you want, you can see the holy face, but Why do your porcelain still have to be broken and buried? Because under the blue sky and the sun, there are still people's hearts! What is people's hearts? That is fairness, justice and justice. The vast people's hearts can reach directly to heaven, and even the supreme authority cannot violate it. You The truths you once believed in exist and have not died! And what about you? You have changed."

"Brother Liu, you didn't lose to me, you just lost to yourself."

"You have read all the books of sages and sages, and everyone praises you for your wealth of knowledge, your talents, your generals and ministers. You are a rare talent in the world. You must have described the scene of that day in your mind, right? It's funny to say that, but I thought However, when I think of you parading around the streets with your hairpins and being famous all over Kyoto, I feel so proud and yet so sad about myself. It's a pity... it's a pity that you were no longer a general or prime minister a long time ago. Now, you are no longer a good craftsman."

"Brother Liu, your heart has already flown to the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Brother Liu.

Brother Liu.

"No, it's gone!"

"The prison is leaked!"

The endless dream came to an abrupt end.

Xu Zhiliu subconsciously stood up and ran to the door. After seeing the thick smoke in the sky, the world was spinning in front of my eyes. I grabbed the door frame with my fingers to keep from falling to the ground.

He closed his eyes to relax for a few breaths before looking back at the soaring red. There was pain everywhere in his body, so painful that he could barely open his eyes, so that he couldn't tell whether the direction of the thick smoke was coming from the backyard.

The yamen servant ran around, carrying a copper basin full of water to him, and asked urgently and concernedly: "Sir, sir, are you awake?"

Ever since that night, Xu Zhiliu became ill and couldn't get out of bed for many days.

All the government officials knew that Mr. Wu from the Inspection Department almost broke the threshold of the county government office. He visited him dozens of times a day, but he never got better. Seeing the old doctor with a white beard who was said to be the master of Qimen sighing and leaving with a sigh, they all thought that he was dying.

No wonder I just took a glance and thought I saw it wrong.

"B-But there was a leak in the prison?"

Xu Zhiliu stared at the yamen servant and saw him nodding. His voice was dull and angry in his throat.

"Why did the water suddenly escape?"

"My subordinates don't know either."

"Who has been here today?"

The officer glanced at him: "Mr. An from the Royal Kiln Factory."

"An Jiu was here, why didn't anyone notify me?"

"Damn it, my subordinate! Sir, you are sick. Sir Wu has told you not to disturb you casually."

"What is he here for?"

"I, I don't know, he won't let anyone get close."

Xu Zhiliu felt dizzy again. He expected that it was An Jiu who was causing trouble, and there was no point in pursuing it any further, so he said: "Give me the order to put out the fire quickly. Go quickly, go quickly!"

This yamen officer was a shrewd man. He knew that there was a little god in the prison who could not be seen once in a century. The matter was serious and he could not neglect it, so he immediately ran away without a trace after receiving the order. However, he heard his screams that broke through the sky. Not to mention the county government office, the streets in front and behind started to move. Xu Zhiliu pinched his eyebrows, composed himself, and walked quickly towards the backyard.

Being sick at this time, Shiraishi Langjun is already sick and does not need to explain to anyone. It was originally an excellent cover, but the timing was unfortunate and someone took advantage of it.

At this moment, Xu Zhiliu hated herself extremely. It was not good to be sick at any time, but she fell ill at this time, knowing that she was not out of danger yet. How could she? ! He didn't dare to think about what if there was an eventuality...

As soon as this thought passed through his mind, his feet felt weak. Xu Zhiliu was holding on to the tree beside the road with one hand, resting one hand on his knees and panting violently.

On the way, a government official saw that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, so he hesitantly came up to help him. He didn't care about his dignity as a parent official, and was almost half-supported and half-humped before he got to the cell. He took a quick look and saw that the old and shabby house was almost shabby. Seven or eight were burned.

The remaining two or three are some fire-resistant roof tiles and mud walls.

Xu Zhiliu pushed away the yamen servant, stumbled forward, grabbed a basin of water and poured it down without any explanation. When the government officials saw that he was about to rush into the sea of ​​fire, they were so frightened that all the pots and jars were still on the ground, and they swarmed up to stop him.

Amidst the cries of "No, adults", Xu Zhiliu's body gradually became weak, his eyes became blurred, as if he had lost his soul, and he sobbed dumbly, unable to say a word.

As we got closer, we could actually feel not only the light of the fire rising into the sky, but also the heat waves hitting us under our masks. That power derived from nature is enough to make any mortal body feel fear and awe, and Xu Zhiliu is not immune to it. In fact, he feared and respected the fire more than anyone else.

He was the one who saved his life from the fire.

He was very aware of how painful the skin was being devoured and burned by tongues of fire, and the process of burning was so painful that every pore was screaming and begging, let him go, let him die, it hurt too much, don't torture him anymore, Please God, let him die... Human beings are made of flesh, they will be afraid, they will be weak due to physical fear, and they will lose their soul due to mental breakdown.

Now, the same process is happening again with Liang Peiqiu.

"Because you were blinded by hatred. Over the years, your will to redress your father's injustice has gradually worn you down. You are eager for success and blame all your faults on Wen Shi, including your uncontrollable love."

"Although you didn't do it yourself, you can't deny that Aragonite's death was caused by you. Otherwise, why would you throw pots of water out? Why would you see your hands full of blood every night? Why would you keep burning? Still lost to her in the Eighteen Kilns?"

"I know you hate her, but hate is not all of you, and it is not the only patriarchal lineage that Xu Zhiliu lives in the world. The old books from Meishi and the ancient ink from Lanting are vaguely charming and charming. Why can't Xu Zhiliu leave his name in history like Mei Fu and Wang Xizhi? It’s you... don’t let her become the second Aragonite, otherwise she won’t survive and neither will you.”

Has he still not been able to escape the prophecy of fate?

"No." Xu Zhiliu used all his strength to push aside the obstacles in front of him and threw himself towards the sea of ​​fire, "No, don't die..."

The woman who would wait for him on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree every night, and tell lies with him that "the moon is big and round tonight" to make the little book boy happy; , the woman who rushed to Mingquan Teahouse after a long journey, the woman who stayed with him every step of the way when he was in high fever, took him to the streets and alleys to taste the delicacies of the world, the woman who came to ask him how to write an official letter, and took it out of her arms. When the braised pig's trotters asked if she could come to him again in the future, the woman's eyes were filled with light...

The woman who used "Hengqu Quotations" to question whether he killed people for fame and fortune but could not bear to be his enemy and still hoped that he would cherish her, the woman who he used her birthday to persecute forty-six, but said that she felt happy even under the moonlight with him. The woman, the woman who finally pointed at his nose and scolded him as "not a general nor a good craftsman", but broke her legs for him and died for him...

How could, how could he die like this?

They haven't gone to court yet, and she hasn't given him an explanation yet!

Yes, he is not escaping, he is willing to face it, and is willing to give her another chance to ask her to tell her why she killed him. No matter what she says or what lies she wants to weave, he must listen to her own words, why?

why!

If he could go back to the past, to his youth when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying, and the apricot blossoms were blooming in the spring rain, how much he wanted to tell her that we don't want to meet each other in this life.

Xiaoliang, we shouldn’t meet.

The pain all over Xu Zhiliu's body could not compensate for the close proximity to the sea of ​​fire. She seemed to have dried up, fled into exile, and turned into ashes like the people in the sea of ​​fire...

However, at this moment, amid the chaos of fighting the fire and screaming, a laugh suddenly appeared.

A high-pitched, harsh laugh.

Everyone stopped in unison and looked at the source of the sound. A eunuch dressed in splendid attire appeared behind everyone at some unknown time.

"It's really you."

At this moment, who is the winner? Who can really afford to lose? Anjiu justifies his statement that pain belongs to all living beings and no one is immune.

Xu Zhiliu was brought back to reality by this laugh, as if he had finally found the exit. He stood up suddenly, rushed towards An Jiuqu and grabbed his fox fur collar: "Are you seriously, seriously killing her?"

As soon as the collar was closed, a rope was undoubtedly hanging around his neck. An Jiu's eyes were bloodshot and he could hardly breathe. He still gritted his teeth and said: "Don't you all think that I don't dare? I have to do the opposite! Why, I regret it now, morning……"

A heavy punch flew towards him, and An Jiu's harsh words were blocked. Pain spread on his lips, and after his breathing returned, a hint of pleasure appeared.

An Jiu also punched with his backhand.

It's been years since I've fought with anyone with my bare hands.

All the government soldiers and government officials were dumbfounded. They didn't know where the two adults came from to celebrate the festival. They beat them whenever they wanted and refused to let anyone go. No one dared to step forward to start a fight, which made it clear that the adults wanted to solve the problem on their own, but seeing that the fists were like a storm, hitting every inch of the flesh, they were aimed at death. Not for a moment, both of them were exhausted and each slumped down on one side.

An Jiujiu's face had many blessings, and Xu Zhiliu was not much better either. He was already ill and looked extremely weak. After receiving a few punches, his face turned red and he looked more energetic.

The government officials didn't show it on their faces, but they were applauding in their hearts, thinking that they, the adults, were the better ones.

That's right, the eunuch has a noble skin, how can he be the opponent of Xu Zhiliu who has done farm work in the fields? It was the same even when he was ill, not to mention the endless pain and regret he had nowhere to vent.

His heart was about to tear apart, causing the fire behind him to burn completely.

The scene was so bizarre that no one dared to move. In this strange confrontation and a silence that was so long that he didn't know whether to continue putting out the fire, Xu Zhiliu spoke first: "Please."

This is his last chance.

Feed An Jiu back the results he wants to see, in order to prove that the fire in front of him is just a dream.

It's not impossible, is it?

Didn't he always want to know who was behind her? So it's just a test, isn't it?

That must be it. There was a voice in Xu Zhiliu's heart, which was rational, clear-headed, and belonged to the wisdom of a talented scholar Xu. It told him that it was indeed as he thought. It was impossible for An Jiu to kill Liang Peiqiu, and he must be deceiving him.

As long as he persists and doesn't let go in critical situations, even if An Jiu has doubts, his weakness is still there.

But he gambled.

He lost.

So he had no choice but to beg, to cut open the weak spots again like before, allowing the enemy to insert the knife without fear. Sure enough, An Jiu laughed, getting louder and louder.

That's the kind of unbridled smile that belongs to a winner.

"If I ask the sixth-grade county magistrate to kowtow to me, serve tea and admit my mistakes, and the news reaches the ears of the Queen Mother, I'm afraid I won't get a good harvest. So this time, you owe me, I want the winter porcelain to be delivered as scheduled When I get to the capital, if the throne beneath me is as stable as a mountain, is it possible for Master Zhou to achieve it?"

Xu Zhiliu said yes with a smile and a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

When Liang Peiqiu was carried out of the woods on a stretcher, the scene in front of her was unreadable - the man was disheveled, sitting on the ground in an awkward and withered state, with firelight filling the sky behind him. millennium.

No one noticed An Jiu's departure.

In this round, who loses and who wins?