Waste phase tracking handwriting

Chapter 65 It’s not a secret

Gou Yue rushed in, shaking the red ribbon in her hand, and raised her head proudly towards Ji Pu.

Wen Yuanzhi looked at Ji Pu and shook his head.

Ruo Danqing's painting of the scenery of the Royal Court of Chu is the murderer. Doesn't it point to Gou Yue? This painting was made by Taran during his lifetime. He had treasured it for a long time due to water logging and had not seen the light of day. It suddenly appeared for some reason. At the painting hand.

"Look, I reached the silk behind the deer. My skills haven't deteriorated too much, don't you think?"

When Ji Pu saw her whirring, he said to Wen Yuanzhi, "I believe you for now, but it's a strange thing why the paintings in your collection are in Dan Qingshou's place."

Wen Yuanzhi asked, "Why don't you ask the person who told you this clue?"

"The painter said it himself, and the owner of the painting is you."

"If I really sent it, I will tell you honestly, but now, this answer is wrong."

Ji Pu became confused, "Why did Dan Qingshou lie to me?"

"What lie to you?" Gou Yue interrupted.

"Oh, it's none of your business, don't say anything." Ji Pu was worried.

"Other than Dan Qingshou and you and me, who else knows this news?"

The words of his brother in the carriage that day appeared in his mind, and he took the sword and stood up to leave.

"Wait, are you leaving now?" Gou Yue stood up and chased him, "Do you want to practice with me today?"

"No, I'm a little busy." He left in a hurry.

Gou Yue was a little frustrated and sat back in the room feeling depressed.

Wen Yuanzhi sat opposite her and said nothing, giving her a cold look.

She was angry, and so was he.

He was waiting for her to confess, but she refused to give in.

The cold war lasted until the day before she was to return to Ordinary Hall.

Just when he wanted to break the ice with her, Gou Yue came into his room holding a quilt after he turned off the lights.

Gou Yue didn't often sleep with him. She would only ask him to sleep with him if she had nightmares or if she was in a good or bad mood one day.

He stared at her face in the darkness and saw it clearly.

Gou Yue only knew that he had good vision at night, but she didn't know why he had this ability.

If a person goes from darkness to daylight, searches for several days in a row, and searches for a person in the forest that stretches for two miles and is littered with broken limbs, then it will be much easier to practice this skill.

She sat down beside him without lying down, and poked his shoulder with her finger.

He originally wanted to go down the steps, but he had the intention of teasing her.

So he pretended to be asleep.

Gou Yue was afraid that he was really angry, so she told him all about how she had followed him before.

He said that he was from a sect, but he didn't tell him which sect he was from.

He knew that she believed in him, but she didn't believe in him that much. She could risk herself, but she would not risk the lives of other members of the sect.

Wen Yuanzhi thought that this was a good opportunity to make her feel guilty about him. If she quarreled with him again in the future, he would say, if you hadn't followed me in the first place, how could I have gotten involved with you.

He would never tell her that the person who asked her to follow him was Wen Yuanzhi himself.

Not Qinsuo, nor the emperor.

He set up this game himself and personally begged the owner of the Ordinary Hall to send her into the game.

He knew that no matter where he went, she would follow him, which gave him an unprecedented feeling of never being lonely again.

Ever since he lost track of her during the palace turmoil, he always felt like there was a missing piece in his heart.

In fact, he had everything, but a few years later, when he could no longer find her in the sea of ​​people, he felt that he actually had nothing.

He risked his own life to test her to see if she would help.

she will.

There was turbulent water under his feet. If he slowed down a little, he would be swept away and lose his life.

But he was willing to give it a try. He wanted to know whether he could make her care about him again as a stranger in her heart.

Even if everything comes to nothing, everything in the past has died, and everything in the future will be reborn from this.

He wanted to set up a trap with his own hands, ask her to come back to him, and make her fall in love with him.

If silent poison did not exist, hatred did not exist, and all grudges were over, she might love him. He had always believed it since the beginning of the tracking.

They met at the corner of Jinci Inn. The cold winter wind made him shiver, but she suddenly appeared.

At that time, his heart was beating wildly and he tried his best to suppress it. He was so afraid that his heartbeat would expose his little scheme.

After years of planning, I just wanted to see her again.

But if it was just one side, he was greedy again.

On the high-rise building of the Ordinary Hall, he couldn't help crying when he saw her wielding a knife.

At that time, he understood that Taran was dead, and no one in the world could bind her with hatred from now on.

The Gou Yue has been born, and there will be one more free person in the world.

He wanted to long for another opportunity so that she could have a start with him.

Since childhood, he has known how to work towards his goal. His father said this when he was still alive. He thinks the same is true for relationships. If he can see her at first glance, then he can get her smoothly. He has enough interested in tracing her past.

A shallow woman only has two sides, and after reading both sides of her, you will be able to take in all the rest. A deep woman is an ancient book that can never be finished. Even if you can't read it and make people retreat from it, it will make them prefer obscure and difficult books. Readers of the book are intoxicated.

At that time in the royal court of Dachu, he met Zhao Bufan, the master who taught Taran boxing.

Zhao Bufan squinted his eyes and sat cross-legged when he was tired from blacksmithing. Kusama was flattened, and Wen Yuanzhi put the hookah on one end of him with interest.

"You kid, you have bad intentions." He looked at the eyes of this past person and knew what this Nanyan man was planning.

"Senior laughed."

Wen Yuanzhi said this, but his expression did not change.

"Master Zhao should know that this junior will not stay here for long. If this junior wants to impress her in the remaining time, he must know the secret."

He puffed out a puff of hookah and said, "Oh, you are still young. How can you use the word "secret" to describe the relationship between a man and a woman?"

"Junior made a mistake."

"Since it's what you have in mind, it's not a slip of the tongue."

He knocked the jade handle of the hookah and said, "You are also considered a smart person. You know that even if you get her from Mo Du, she may not go with you, so asking her to nod is the best way."

"Thank you senior."

"I have no intention of helping you. My children's personal affairs don't matter. You can use your strategies to get what you want."

"This junior will ask for nothing less. Naturally, Taran also counts."

"Only sincerity can't be planned, but someone told you?"

Wen Yuanzhi lowered his eyes, "I only know that if I like it, I will never let my master stay away easily. Even if there is no possibility of starting, I will give it a try."

Later, as Zhao Bufan said, the more he tried his best, the farther Talan stayed away from him.

She was so smart that she had already figured out his intentions.Later, he was stopped by a tall grassland woman outside a tent in the royal court. After some conversation, he found out that she was Taran's adoptive mother.

"who are you?"

"I am from Wenyuanzhi, a native of Nanyan."

"Oh, you are the one who escorted our eldest prince back from Ruozhi?"

"Yes."

Taran Ammu pulled him and sat down next to the torch outside the tent, "Let's have some drinks. Taran is copying scriptures. I'll call her out after she finishes copying."

"Scripture?"

"Yes, I don't know how much she remembers from those years when she went to Ruozhi."

"Okay, I'll wait for her here."

"Do you like our Talan? I heard her say that you always have nothing to say."

"That's what she said about me?" Wen Yuanzhi couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yes, I also said that you are very wordy."

"This……"

"I think Taran likes you very much as a friend." The woman said suddenly.

Wen Yuanzhi stammered, "Why...how can I see it?"

"Besides following the eldest prince to fight and kill, ride horses and shoot arrows, she rarely talked about anything else. When I asked her about things in Ruozhi, she only said a few words. When she talked about you, although she didn't have anything nice to say, she said nothing. Stop. If she really wants to make friends, she will definitely come to you."

Wen Yuanzhi calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had made no mistake all along. Being her friend was already a shortcut for him.

"Let me tell you what Talan needs. Even if this man from the royal court is attracted by her appearance, he probably won't dare to approach her. She is too violent and always refuses to be gregarious. She always looks lonely. of."

"Please also clarify."

"Preference, my Taran needs preference." From the day when Taran's tears soaked her palms when she was a child, and the tears seeped out from her fingers, she prayed to God to give her some preference every day.

"If Talan really wants to be with Yuan Zhi, Yuan Zhi will trust him with his life."

"I don't want your life. I want you to be good to Taran. I want you to treat her first. You must not bully her, take advantage of her, or make her sad."

"It's natural."

"Like her more. If you like her, don't let your love weaken. It should only increase every day." The woman said sadly.

Her taran needs to be liked.

"Don't let her wear red clothes. I know you Nanyan people wear red clothes on weddings, but don't let my Taran wear red clothes." This was the last word he heard Talan's adoptive mother say.

I thought that with the help of her mother-in-law on the grassland, he would always be able to open the heart of this little girl.

But he miscalculated, Zhao Bufan's eyes were indeed vicious, and he knew that Taran would not be moved by a deep-minded person like him.

He plotted against her for many years, from the royal court of Dachu to later the invasion of Dachu and the escape of the Nanyan royal family. She grew up from a little girl to a graceful girl, saw a flower blooming, but was finally crushed in the world in such a tragic way. in the dust.

Hatred cannot be eliminated. She has lived on hatred for more than ten years. Without the support of hatred, she would have collapsed long ago.

He wanted to tell her that no one was born to hate, but he knew that Taran was galloping through the crowd like an out-of-control horse.

If she were on the grassland, she could still run for a while, but in the Central Plains and Liangzhu, she could only be subdued and expelled. This was her fate.

He originally had no hatred. Even though his father died because of flood control, and he suffered humiliation and torture when he was young, he always had hope, because he knew that one day he would be able to clear his father of all charges and lead the Wen family to prosperity. Honor.

Whether he is loyal to the cowardly Nanyan people, or succumbs to the Chu people who later defeated Nanyan and attacked Nanyan's border, he can rise up in the officialdom step by step. What the temple wants is a pair of hands that can help them rule the people. , if he can calm the storm, he will give it to them, and he can also get the corresponding glory and wealth.

He never felt that he was a lackey of the Yan people or the Chu people, because in his heart, the boundaries between good and evil, loyalty and treachery were determined by himself.

He can control his own destiny, so he doesn't hate.

But she is different.

Even if she takes revenge, she is still alone.

The end of hatred is death, she must know it.

But she still lives with pure hatred.

Later she died.

He could no longer find her. He heard her call Master Wen and watched her return to the capital with her armor removed. However, those who used her and trampled on her were still alive and well.

He also learned to hate.

The hatred lasted forever. He thought of the ordinary eight or nine-year-old girl holding a candied haws of sugar-coated haws and a girl's red in her hand, while she already held a sword in her hand. He hated the unfairness of the world, and even more hated that she had no choice.

She couldn't let go of her hatred and could only move toward death.

Mo Du was using her, and she knew she was going to go. He used her as a sharp weapon to wield against his enemies. At that time, Wen Yuan's Resentment God gave her the talent to practice martial arts, but gradually, he saw clearly, In fact, the person he should hate was Mo Du, who turned the gift given to Taran from heaven into a poisonous needle that stabbed her.

Even three hundred private soldiers could not protect her life. When he dreamed about it at midnight, he would always look for her in the dark forest.

After all these years, he still remembered that he asked her if it hurt, and she only said that she wanted to die quickly.

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old only wanted to die. How could he not hate her?

The girl who rode on horseback and shot arrows in the court of the King of Chu, the girl who hid in the corner silently when she was angry, the girl who was as soft and arrogant as a cat, he couldn't help but hate that they tortured and killed her like that.

As he lay there, he suddenly felt a heat on his shoulders. It turned out that she was hugging him from behind.

I heard her say, "Ayuan, don't ignore me, please pay attention to me."

He couldn't bear it any longer, turned over and pressed her down, "It was you who ignored me first."

Gou Yue stretched out her hand to twist his long hair, "You are so much older than me, why can't you give in to me?"

He looked for the wound on her neck, stopped there and kissed her carefully.

"Why didn't I let you? In the past, if you lied to me, I would have left long ago."

Gou Yue laughed, "Where are you going?"

His breath had moved away, a little aggrieved, "There is no place for you."

She put her hands around his waist and tickled him in the dark, "You don't want to lie."

He didn't smile, and Gou Yue thought he was still angry, "I've made it so clear about following you, and you still refuse to forgive me?"

He said, "There has to be some sincerity, right?"

Gou Yue turned him down, sat on his waist and said, "Is this possible?"

She leaned over and kissed his chest, "Don't be angry, I like you the most in this world."

His chest rose and fell so much that Gou Yue thought he was amused by her words, "Why are you laughing? What I said was not a witticism."

She pinched his chin to accuse him, but she felt the tears sliding down his face, along his face, and felt the coldness under his eyes, "You cried because of me? No way!"

"If you let me kiss you, I won't be angry anymore." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay." She obediently moved her face towards him.

"Not kissing here."

(End of this chapter)