Chapter 27 Chapter 26 Building Boat Sunset Sable Light

Misty drizzle enveloped the Datong River.The water mist in late spring and the flying rain together make this ravaged land moist.Beside the river bank are weeds reborn after the catastrophe, sticking their heads out from the ashes-covered land again, timidly looking at the world that is still burning with war. A small boat goes down the Datong River.The boat moved extremely slowly, like a fallen leaf floating in the mist. This rented boat is very simple, with homespun curtains woven by local embroiderers hanging on the windows. The fine patterns are not exquisite, but it can still be seen that they are patterns of Jindalai flowers.

Zhuo Wangsun sat in front of the window, looking at the continuous rain outside the window, seemed to be in a daze.There was a small bed on the leeward side, and Xiangsi lay on her side, still unconscious. The water is sparkling, illuminating the distant mountains. He suddenly remembered the scene many years ago. At that time, the young man was full of vigor and upright in his blue shirt, and he filled the boat with fine wine in gold bottles, and floated with the waves in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Autumn is strong, and the showers have just stopped.The red leaves falling on the quiet river surface turned into a continuous golden color under the reflection of the setting sun.The sunshine after the rain shone through the small ship window, illuminating his profile.

He was also like today, sitting quietly in front of the window, looking at the scenery of the river. "I heard that there is a stone bridge ahead." The woman had the color of a crabapple on her body.Lying halfway on the Persian rug beside him, he shook the crystal cup in his hand.She tried to pour several different colors of wine juice together and keep them separated from each other. He smiled lightly and didn't speak. So what, Shiqiao?They traveled all the way, and they didn't know how many bridges and miles they passed. She seemed to be talking to him, but she didn't seem to: "It is said that after crossing the stone bridge for thirty steps, when you suddenly turn around, the person you meet for the first time will be the person you will stay with for the rest of your life."

She raised the crystal glass to her eyes, and looked at him through the entangled dark and light red wine juice. "Because at that moment, what you saw was not only her, but also her life after life. Waiting for a thousand years in reincarnation, just to meet you here." Her crescent-like eyes slowly raised: "Do you believe it?" He looked into the distance and said lightly: "This legend is useless to you. I have already seen you. I don't want to see your past life." She smiled: "Not necessarily, I want you to remember that every time you see me, it's the first time you meet me." After saying this, she disappeared.

The heart of the river is swaying, and the fallen leaves are silent. In the vast autumn river, she suddenly disappeared. But he wasn't particularly surprised.This begonia-like bright woman is always like this, with clever and weird supernatural powers.He wasn't particularly interested in her endless games, but he had nothing to do with the boat, and Qiu Jiang was lonely, so he might as well play with her. The boat moved slowly and crossed the mossy stone bridge. He was still sitting in front of the window, playing with the crystal cup in his hand.In the glass is the wine juice she left behind, light dark red, messy.He leisurely tasted this glass of strange wine juice, letting the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkle all over his body.

What would happen to her if she turned back later? He would rather see her angry. Until the boat had traveled sixty steps, he finally smiled. Turn back gently. He didn't see Qiu Xuan, but saw another woman. She knelt on the stone steps by the water, picking lotus seeds from the withered lotus pods.She also has a bright red color on her body, but it is not as enchanting and charming as Qiuxuan, but is quiet, peaceful, and gentle, like a clear spring that penetrates the dust—that touching red does not come from She herself is only dyed the color of the sun. The setting sun shines back, and the river is shining with golden waves.Among the scattered lotus, she is the only one in full bloom.

Blooming a lotus on the autumn river. Unknowingly, Zhuo Wangsun walked onto the deck, and through the withered tea leaves, silently watched the only beauty in the ruins. She didn't notice his existence, but accidentally saw a lotus hidden deep in the residual lotus.The lotus flower seemed to have bloomed too late, half hidden in a pile of dead branches, abrupt and fragile.So she held out her hand to it. She leaned forward with some difficulty, her slender fingers slid across the water inch by inch.Finally, she took it off, lovingly held it in her hands, and lowered her head to sniff lightly.

At this moment, she seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised her head. She saw him. The astonishment only stayed on her face for a moment, and then she smiled brightly. Strangely, at that moment, a magical light and shadow shone down, as if from another world, reflecting joyfully and blurredly on her face.Reflecting the crystal water drops in her hair, the entire river was dyed a water-red color. Before she knew it, she let go of her hand, and the lotus flower floated along the water until it reached his feet. He bent down, picked up the lotus, gently picked off a petal, and put it back into the water.

As if it was fate, the lotus with one petal missing undulated on the river surface, swirling gently with the current, sometimes approaching and sometimes far away, heading east and west, but finally returned to her hand. The painting boat passed slowly across the river, and he stood silently for a long time until the setting sun faded away. This is his first meeting with her. A random encounter. Years later, when he recalled this scene, he still felt a little unbelievable. The lovesickness in memory is so clear and yet so vague.Like a silhouette with the afterglow of the setting sun.He knew clearly that it was her.But she couldn't completely overlap with the she who stayed by his side afterwards.

Perhaps it was because of that magical light and shadow, with the blur of another world, rendering her image slightly different, but he still couldn't remember what the difference was. I can't even think of where the light and shadow came from, whether it is the previous life or the future life, the past or the future. Perhaps, that stone bridge really has a special magic power. At this moment, what he saw was not only her, but also her three lives, the millennium of her waiting in reincarnation. Just to meet him at this moment. A gust of wind passed by, the boat bumped slightly, Xiangsi turned over and faced him, but did not open her eyes.

"Sir, are the lotus flowers in Mozhi Lake about to bloom?" Zhuo Wangsun was slightly taken aback. He stood up and put his hand on her forehead. After confirming that she hadn't woken up, he sighed softly and sat down beside her. "Yes." He replied slowly. "Next year, I will definitely plant more lotus flowers so that Mozhi Lake will be full." "Okay." When he said this, his eyes softened unconsciously. A pale and sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "It's good that you can forgive me." "Forgive you for what?" He held her hand and said softly. Just because she is in a coma, she will never know her answer at this moment, he can finally let go of those majesty and pride, and answer her with only one heart. At this moment, he was no longer her master, no longer the king in charge of life and death, but just an ordinary man, waiting beside his lover who was seriously ill and unconscious. This feeling is so strange, yet so peaceful. It is so quiet that people would rather time stagnate at this moment and become eternity. Her voice suddenly trembled: "I know I must have missed something, which made you unable to forgive Yi, but I can't remember it..." She suddenly became excited, and her body couldn't help trembling, "But I really I can't remember! If there is a chance to make up for my mistakes, I really would rather..." He pulled her into love and hugged her tightly until she stopped trembling: "I have forgiven you a long time ago." He himself felt a little surprised when he said this, but immediately felt unprecedented ease. Yes, it is sincere. He has forgiven her.The moment he saw tears dripping from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, the moment he felt her trembling in his arms. Or, earlier. From the moment he rescued her from the hands of the four ghost ninjas and looked at her who was seriously injured and smiled at him. From the moment he got the news that she was in danger. from him... He couldn't remember anything. Maybe, he didn't really hate her at all. The scene of the Three Links Cities once caused him deep pain.It was a scar, inscribed by the man in white and the novice woman who was as gentle as a lotus. This scar is so deep that he will never forget it in his eternal life. But in fact, he had forgiven them a long time ago. He never mentioned it to her, and still considered him his only friend. He doesn't lie to himself that he doesn't care, and he doesn't force himself to forget about it.Because it was unforgettable for a lifetime, and when I think of it until now, there will still be bursts of pain in my heart. However, he has already made a decision.With this scar, he will continue to keep her by his side.Maybe a little indifferent, maybe a little rough, but always cherish her, protect her, keep her from shock, from pain, from ups and downs. It's just that he couldn't tell her all of this in person. Only when she can't hear, can she speak. "When our wedding is over, can you take me back to have a look? I have been away from home for a long time, and if no one takes care of it, the lotus will wither." Zhuo Wangsun was startled. our wedding?Thinking of Xiangsi's expression when he first met him, he immediately understood that Princess Yongle must have lied to Xiangsi.She said that this political marriage meant that he was going to marry Acacia. He was silent for a moment and made no answer. It was an unintentional but vicious lie.What would happen to her if she knew that she was not the one she married? Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help frowning. As if feeling the change in his mood, the lovesickness in the dream also showed a trace of sadness: "When I was young, I thought that when I got married, the wedding dress should not be red, but a water red like a new lotus. It must be embroidered It's full of lotus flowers, and when this day really comes, it's too late to prepare..." "There will be." He gently held her hand, "I promise you." Yes, there will be, he owes her a wedding and will make it up to her sooner or later.He has promised in his heart that one day, he will make her smile in the wedding dress embroidered with lotus flowers. The twilight shrouded the boat, and the two of them just talked softly in the dark. One is awake, the other is dreaming. After an unknown amount of time, Xiangsi snorted softly, rolled over in his arms, and fell asleep with a smile on her face. Zhuo Wangsun didn't move, and let her sleep on his arm.Waiting by her side, listening to her thin breathing, he was silent for a long time. With him by his side, she slept so peacefully, everything that happened in the world had nothing to do with her. Therefore, all of what he said was only evidenced by Jiang Shui, but no one heard it. Under the night, the river was rippling, carrying two people, slowly heading towards Pyongyang. Seven days later. Twilight is the most pleasant time in this ancient country, especially in late spring.The willow trees on the banks of the Datong River grow to the most luxuriant, and the long branches hang down, stretching out more than a foot in the river, dyeing the whole river green.People in Pyongyang City lazily paced along the river, greeting each other lazily.Even the river water seemed to flow very slowly. Xiangsi was wearing a water-red light shirt, with a long skirt sweeping the dense grass below, and walked out of the city.She is going to pick some fresh flowers to decorate the morning in the White Moon Palace.In the southeast of Pyongyang, there is a place rarely visited by people, where the mountain cherry blossoms are particularly lush.When Qin Yancai came back, Xiangsi took a fancy to her at a glance. She carried a flower basket and walked away along the river bank.The evening wind blew against her skin, making her feel warm and comfortable.She feels that happiness is like water in an overturned bottle, flowing on the ground and everywhere. She finally waited for her wedding. The city of Pyongyang is full of brilliance, decorated with the luxury of the prosperous age.When Zhuo Wangsun walked by holding her hand, she didn't have to doubt that all of this was done because of her.What reason does she have to be unhappy? Yang Yizhi stood quietly in the twilight of the setting sun. The setting sun rests on the distant mountain, like an old eye, staring at him quietly. But he couldn't read what was on his mind. He looked at the Chunjiang River, and there was fog on the ground, so he couldn't see clearly.It's like a faint pain in my heart, so real, but I don't know what it is for. A water-red shadow slowly walked in the fog, and Yang Yizhi's heart shook suddenly. The shadow stopped two feet away from him, holding a flower basket in a light red color, and its slender waist was like a weeping willow in the wind. Yang Yizhi's heart skipped a beat. Acacia.The touch of red that he cares about most.He was supposed to go to the city to find her, but unexpectedly met her here.Could this be fate?It is doomed that they meet again and again, and part again again and again. The water mist is steaming, and the face of Acacia is close at hand, but it seems a little trance. Slowly, she sighed, "Why did you come to the city?" Why? Yang Yizhi's heart began to ache again. To find you. To tell you that I can't live without you. May I?Disregarding the modest gentleman, disregarding the gentleness like jade, recalling the youthful frivolity that had almost disappeared, and took her away to the ends of the world. Regardless of the curse of the world. May I? His heart beat violently, and it hurt more and more. but can not. When he saw her for the first time, he understood the smile on her face. Only when a woman finds her life's destination, knows that she will no longer be wandering in this life, and has someone to spend her best years with, will such a smile appear on her face. So, he couldn't take her away.Even, can't say a word more. He said quietly: "I came here to rescue Li Sunchen." Lovesick eyes stared at him through the mist.Day, even darker.Her face and his face were also separated by the mist, leaving only a vague silhouette. "Can I help you?" Yang Yizhi shook his head, he didn't want to hurt her, especially at this time. But Xiangsi's words became firm immediately: "Please let me help you once." She seemed to smile: "I can steal the key to Li Sunchen's prison for you. I'll meet you in Liuhua Temple." "Just let me do something for this country." She looked at him quietly, and said word by word: "For you too." Yang Yizhi's heart ached.These words were like a knife, piercing the memory he deliberately buried, and reminding him too much. Yes, between her and him, there is only so much left.Gratitude, kindness, repayment, that's all. Before she puts on her wedding dress and waits happily by that man's side from now on, she has to do something for him and repay him once. Just like on the Three Linked Cities, she can leave him the only antidote, but she can only say to him: "I'm sorry, I can't love you. Yang Yizhi looked at her quietly.Those who are determined to forget, can never be mentioned, are like overturned tea, all kinds of bitterness come up together.He couldn't help bowing down, covering his stabbing chest. The moment he didn't see it, a smile appeared on the corner of "Xiangsi"'s mouth. In that smile, there is arrogance, publicity, domineering pride, and the ambition of being the only one in the world.That is the unparalleled spirit that only kings have. If he sees it, he will no longer believe that "she" is Acacia. The mountain cherry blossoms in the southeast of Pyongyang are in full bloom, piled on the branches in layers, and even the eyes cannot penetrate.It only took a moment for Acacia to fill the basket with flowers. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a dazzling white color appearing in the depths of the flowers. Yang Yizhi stood there quietly, a thousand flowers away from her.It is like a moonlight blooming among flowers, ethereal, transparent, and free from dust. There is silence all around, only the petals are falling.Reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, he could clearly read the happiness on her face, as well as the tingling pain in his heart.He had to exert great restraint to suppress the urge to approach her. In the deserted mountain, the light and shadow quietly shifted along with the falling cherry blossoms.This moment seems to be just a moment, but it seems like a lifetime. It was long enough to turn the boiling blood in his heart into ashes. Slowly, Yang Yizhi bowed and saluted: "Miss Acacia, there is something related to the success or failure of the Anti-Japanese War, I must ask you for help." Xiangsi hastened to return the gift: "Please tell me." Yang Yizhi said: "If you want to succeed in fighting against the Japanese, you must rely on the power of the navy. The first person in naval warfare in the world is Li Sunshin. I want to ask Miss Acacia to help me rescue Li Sunshin." Xiangsi was puzzled and said, "Shall I help you? How?" Yang Yizhi said: "The prison where Li Sunchen is detained is extremely guarded, and only the key to the prison door can be entered, and this key is kept by Zhuo Wangsun himself. I want to ask Miss Xiangsi to steal this key for me. " Xiangsi shook her head in surprise: "Steal the key from the pavilion master? No one can do it." Yang Yizhi said: "Yes." He stretched out his hand, and there was a pill in the palm of his hand: "This medicine is called 'Mei Shuang'. After taking it, you will fall asleep for a quarter of an hour, and you don't know anything about it. This medicine is colorless and tasteless, and it is not harmful to the body. Miss Acacia just needs If this medicine is placed in the cabinet master's cup, there will be enough time to steal the key." Xiangsi hesitated: "This... this..." Yang Yizhi sighed softly: "The people of the world are suffering. Only Li Sunshin can help me defeat the Japanese soldiers. The pavilion master originally has this ability, but he has no intention of winning. Is Miss Acacia willing to let the people of Korea continue to suffer?" This sentence moved Xiangsi. Although she was immersed in infinite happiness at this time, Zhuo Wangsun didn't want to win, but it made her feel troubled from time to time.If Yi Sun-shin is let go, the Japanese soldiers can be defeated.It also seems to be possible... What's more, she owed a lot to the man in front of her.I can't repay you in this life.If you can do one thing for him before leaving him, you can feel a little more at ease. She didn't hesitate anymore, and took the pill from Yang Yizhi's hand. At the moment when Xiangsi didn't see it, a smile appeared on the corner of "Yang Yizhi". In that smile, there is arrogance, publicity, domineering pride, and the ambition of being the only one in the world.That is the unparalleled spirit that only kings have. If she saw it, she would no longer believe that he was Yang Yizhi. "Acacia girl please send the key to Liuhua Temple, I will wait for you there." Liuhua Temple is a very small temple, with only one old monk with white beard and eyebrows, who alone guards the evening drum and morning bell.After the baptism of war, the only bit of incense has withered, and several wooden Buddha statues are mottled with oil paint, and the golden body is no longer there.The ancient temple is hidden deep in the mountains, and it is already extremely quiet, but at dusk, it is even more terrifyingly quiet.There are only a pair of red candles flickering faintly in the main hall, reflecting the Buddha statue flickering and flickering, a little hideous. Yang Yizhi stood in front of the Buddha statue.At any time, he is like a beam of moonlight, and everything in the world cannot be contaminated by him. A figure flashed in.She wore a black cloak.As she lifted the cloak, a face as gentle as a lotus flower was revealed. Acacia?Yang Yizhi hastily greeted him. But he stopped abruptly. Under the black cloak, a pale green shirt was faintly revealed. The smile on "Acacia"'s face was slightly sad. His body shook, it was definitely not lovesickness. He suddenly recalled the "Lovesickness" he had met in the Green Hoof Pavilion. That was one of Hirao Hideyoshi's trillion incarnations. Could it be that Ping Hideyoshi has sneaked into Pyongyang?This is not surprising, because in the face of such a peculiar ninjutsu, Pyongyang City simply cannot stop him for too long. He stared at her closely: "Master Guan Bai, what are you doing here?" The woman shook her head: "I'm not Guan Baizhong." "I am one of the Shadow Warriors under the seat of Lord Guan Bai, Qiushan Liuyun." This sentence made Yang Yizhi startled.He had heard of shadow warriors, and the daimyos in the Warring States period were afraid of being assassinated by the enemy, so they would find people who looked very similar to themselves for a long time, so that no matter their demeanor, appearance, behavior, or conversation, they were exactly the same as themselves, making it impossible for others to distinguish.These people will replace daimyos to attend some dangerous activities, or even daily affairs.Once assassinated, they die in place of the daimyo, and the real daimyo is safe. This is the Shadow Warrior. The shadow behind the glory. The selection criteria for a shadow warrior must be to look very similar to a daimyo, but Akiyama Liuyun obviously does not meet such a condition, what is going on here? In retrospect, the person who resembles him, the person who is almost exactly the same as Abe Seimei, the thirteen-year-old boy, the person with red eyes and fire pupils are all Hira Hideyoshi's shadow martial arts.But why do these people all look different? Akiyama Ryuun sighed leisurely: "This is the ultimate ninjutsu - the secret of Onizo: reincarnation in the present world. Hideyoshi who has cultivated Onizo has the mysterious power to break the world and the ordinary world. His soul can be transferred to others. His soul Whoever is transferred to him will be completely under his control. There is no limit to the time of soul transfer. The only disadvantage is that the transferred person must completely believe in him and abandon himself. Therefore, Hideyoshi’s shadow fighters, known as hundreds of billions, are actually Only five." Such a weird ninjutsu is almost unheard of.But Xiang Yizhi had no choice but to believe all the things he had experienced before.He knew that Qiushan Liuyun must have a purpose in sneaking into Pyongyang City at the risk of finding himself, so he asked, "What is it that you came to find me?" Qiushan Liuyun's voice suddenly had a hint of tenderness: "Do you remember that outside the Green Hoof Hall, you could have killed me, but let me go?" Yang Yizhi nodded, as long as she still maintains a lovesick appearance, he can't hurt her. There was a blush on Qiushan Liuyun's face: "At that time, a strange feeling surged up in my heart... I don't know what it was like, I just know that my heart seemed to come alive - it woke up , just to feel the only warmth in the past 20 years, as if seeing in a dream, on the back mountain of my hometown, the mountain cherry blossoms are blooming all over the mountains..." There was a hint of confusion in her words.Becoming a shadow warrior since she was a child, her life is involuntary.Since childhood, he has received rigorous training and various transformations of different arts.Except for the lord, she never had contact with anyone.She didn't know anything about the ripples of reading in her heart, she only felt yearning and fear at the same time. But her blushing face was quickly swallowed by paleness: "But at that time, Lord Hideyoshi descended on me, and he noticed all the fluctuations in my heart. You know, shadow fighters are not allowed to have ego..." To fully believe in a person, of course, must not even have a trace of self. There was no sadness in Qiushan Liuyun's voice, as if it was a very natural thing: "So, I am useless. My life will end tomorrow." Yang Yizhi was shocked.Just because she has a little affection for him, does she have to die?He felt a pang of guilt.Although he did nothing wrong in this matter, he still feels apologetic. It was as if he had hurt her. Qiu Shan Liuyun looked at him with clear and transparent eyes. "I am not afraid, because as Kagemura, it is our destiny to die for our lord one day. This is my honor." "But, before I die, I just want you to hug me." "is it okay?" She raised her head quietly, looked up at him, and waited for his answer.It seems that this is also a very common, very common thing, without any filth.It was just a young girl who had never had a private relationship, always looking up at the gloomy and cold sky of fate, but by chance, the impenetrable cloud opened up, allowing her to meet the first ray of sunshine. "Don't worry, the me now is definitely not Hideyoshi-sama." "I am a complete woman." As soon as she released her hand, the strap of the cloak was loosened, and the light green shirt inside her was not tied. As she opened the left and right skirts with her hand, her body opened like a blooming flower in the rain.