Moon White

A few days later, the young man from the Zhuge family accepted the invitation and came to the Yan family's apricot forest.

He stayed in the woods, his knees never leaving the ground, his eyes never looking at me, and he never stepped into the house.

Zhuge Shaoqing told Ah Xiang and Xier that he had told me frankly that he could not forget his fiancée who passed away early.

He also said that he would never marry again in this life...

Yan Xiang, this is another Yan Xiang. Zhuge Shaoqing is like my uncle who has been the same as me for forty years.

Zhuge Shaoqing lived his life hugging his coffin and was a deeply affectionate man.

It turned out that I was being sentimental and acting on my own, and it was my sister-in-law who was wishful thinking and made a big deal out of it.

Shaoqing also said that I had wronged him in love, and that he should not have been involved with the Yan family, and that he should not have come to Xinglin.

He roared and shouted, and his voice drowned out the music of the palace.

I... don't love him, so how can it be wrong to love him? I just feel sorry for him because he is in the same situation as me, so I feel some sympathy for him.

I respected his deep affection for his deceased wife, so I asked Ah Xiang to ask him to leave the medical profession.

Before leaving, Shaoqing asked me loudly, "Do you still remember your late husband?"

Late husband?

Is he talking about a saint?

Saint, who in the north of Chang'an would forget the saint?

I said angrily, "Stop talking about that unlucky person!"

Having said all that, I ask this Shaoqing Zhuge to get out of my medical school immediately.

My marriage has once again come to nothing...

The eldest sister-in-law was a little discouraged, and the mistress was so angry that she disguised herself as a righteous person and went to Zhuge's house to make a big fuss.

The Saint of the Li family doesn't want me, and the Shaoqing of the Zhuge family doesn't want me either. No matter when or where, the mistress of the Yan family always comes up with new ways to spread rumors to ruin my reputation. Fortunately, my heart is as cold as iron, and I have long been accustomed to it.

After getting married, I didn't feel depressed at all. Ah Xiang was still smiling happily, and Xier was also very happy.

That night, Ah Xiang lit a lamp, and I studied hard under the moon, with Xi'er always by my side.

Sometimes he leaned in close to read, sometimes he stood close to her face and chatted. In short, he had neither the heart nor the leisure to appreciate the moon.

Rubbing my eyes with the light, I looked up and out the window.

A black shadow appeared under the forest at some point. It was not the shadow of a tree created by the moon's movement, but a human figure.

This figure stood under the moon, and no one knew how long he stopped. It seemed as if he had stayed there for a very long time, so long that he seemed to have become one with the apricot forest, and so long that he was staring blankly with all his heart.

In the dark night, I only need a little moonlight and a glance to know who the figure in the forest under the moon is.

This full moon, this apricot forest.

This person, dressed in ordinary clothes and with a startling figure, even if his thousands of strands of black hair turned into flying smoke, I could recognize his true identity and name at a glance.

Who in the world dares to be so bold and presumptuous?

Without saying a word, he went alone to the Luoyang Marquis's apricot garden.

Only that one person, only the saint of the world, only His Majesty the Emperor, can come and go freely in the three hundred and sixty states without any constraints.

I stood up and half-closed the window, and the figure moved.

I think well and I argue well.

Under the moon in Chang'an, in the apricot forest, there was a crane that had just returned from the north.

When Xier saw me smile, she smiled with me. I gestured to Xier to continue reading.

I have no knowledge or skills, but my archery skills are better than all the Tai Chi ladies and men in Chang'an.

In a moment, I hid behind the window and drew my bow and arrow.

No one can offend me, not even the emperor of the Li family.

No one can enter or leave my apricot forest at will, not even a saint.

Xier's smile disappeared in an instant, and a bit of doubt froze at the corner of her curved mouth, but I still smiled.

Although a minister cannot kill the king, he may be able to injure him. I pointed the arrow at his chest a little to the outside.

The arrow shoots out with a crisp sound, fast and accurate.

I shot an arrow at a crane, but the crane was injured but not killed.

"Where is the ghost? Why hasn't it appeared yet?" I asked loudly in surprise.

If you want to perform a play, you have to do it perfectly, I asked.

The ghosts have not appeared yet. Prince Jin and Concubine Zhu heard the noise and rushed into my apricot garden first.

He Nu emerged from the woods under the moon.

He is like a mountain covered with snow, He is like the moon within the moon.

The smoke of war in Pinglu and the battlefield in the north forged a true saint, and also made Li Jiajunlang.

He Nu's originally clear and dust-free glazed face became even whiter due to the loss of blood.

I knelt on the ground, pretending to be sullen and obedient.

The saints are sweating, and I am crying.

I knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy, "A fox ghost once haunted the apricot forest. Your Majesty's appearance was so alluring and beautiful that I thought it was a mountain spirit transformed by a ghost, so I accidentally injured Your Majesty..."

My tears fell one by one, bucket by bucket. I cried loudly, but I laughed out loud in my heart.

It was late autumn, and the saint's blood dripped onto the withered yellow leaves, quietly dyeing them red.

There is a rare flower growing on the cliff. Now that I see it, I should shoot it down with an arrow.

I am addicted to gambling, and I gamble again.

My eyes are crying, but my hands won't let go of the bow and arrow.

Saint, if you are unwilling to forgive me, I will die with him.

Seeing me crying, the saint was laughing. I peeked through the curtain of tears and saw that he relaxed his brows, let down his saintly guard, and laughed childishly and unrestrainedly.

Looking at the King of Jin again, I see that he is extremely vicious, his eyes are like lightning, and he wants to cut me into pieces and skin me alive.

The master caressed his wound and walked closer to me, saying, "If you are afraid of foxes and demons, why don't you return to Taiji Palace?"

I cried so hard that I could barely hear what I was saying. I kowtowed and begged, "Taiji Palace... Yes... Your Majesty is seriously injured. Please return to Taiji Palace as soon as possible."

One laughed, the other cried. Outside the city of Chang'an, the two slaves urged each other to return to Taiji Palace quickly.

If I go back to Taiji Palace, I will start scheming and fighting to the death again. If the saint goes back to Taiji Palace, he must hand over the military fish token and return the military power of the world.

Both sides were framed, and neither of them wanted it.

Unfortunately, I was too impatient and He Nu noticed something.

"It's you!"

The saint squeezed my hand tightly, just like the day I woke up from falling into the water.

My tears stopped abruptly.

"You recognized me at first sight, didn't you?"

The saint questioned me with a smile, but I would never admit it even if I die.

"With your archery skills, one arrow would kill someone, and you wouldn't shoot a second arrow. With your mentality, you wouldn't just injure someone without killing them."

Evil deeds are exposed by saints.

He Nu spoke to me with a smile. He knew that I was an expert archer, but he also knew that I had a vicious mind.

Likewise, I also know that he is an expert archer, and I also know that he has a vicious mind.

"Ayan, are you reluctant to kill me?"

The saint leaned close to my ear and asked, this was a provocation but also a confession.

It’s not that I’m reluctant to kill, it’s that I don’t dare to kill the king.

"Deceiving the emperor is a capital crime," said the sage.

Deceiving the emperor is a capital crime, and regicide is even more so.

The master forced a confession.

I said nothing, choking with tears.

Neither confess his guilt nor deceive the king.

"After not seeing each other for so long, I thought you had forgotten me." said the sage.

Tears were hanging on my face, but the saint was not very angry. I looked at him... and he seemed very happy.

No, he wasn't happy, he was so angry at what I did that he laughed out loud.

Henu said that I am still as crybaby as I was when I was a child.

The saint used his bloody hands to paint on my face, and my face was covered with the saint's blood.

His Majesty the Emperor used my face to wipe away the blood, and I dared not move without permission.

I glanced at King Jin out of the corner of my eye, and saw him staring at He Nu and me with hatred. The king was furious, with a look of contempt on his face, as if he had rebellious intentions. I guess at that moment, the person he wanted to kill was not only me, but also the current saint!