After leaving Yuwen Mansion, he didn't know how to find her in the East Palace, so he had to spend money to find a message to tell her to come to Taolin.

The peach blossom forest has withered, only the bare trunks are still swaying in the bitter cold wind, and the streams that have flowed through are also frozen by the colder weather.

"You're here."

Sitting alone on the stone where the old Taoist priest meditated all day long, closing his eyes tightly, feeling the loneliness from the bleak world.

"Um!"

The visitor was dressed in white clothes like snow and fluttering like fairies. His long black and shiny hair swayed in the air with the wind. His beautiful face was exactly the same as Yu Wencheng at this moment, just like the same calmness and calmness.

No one speaks, just as the world is as deserted and bleak as the sky and the earth is now.

"You're going to die, today."

Yuwen Cheng turned his back to her, his thin clothes were blown by the strong wind, and the last few peach blossoms that survived were also blown away by the strong wind, falling slowly on him, leaving for a moment, and then flew into the distance with the wind.

"You want to kill me? It's okay."

Yang Ruyi's figure trembled, a trace of sadness flashed in her pupils. She walked a few steps and stopped beside the stream. She looked at the carefree and fun fish under the ice layer, and smiled slightly, revealing two white tiger teeth, which were so cute.

"Aren't you afraid? I'm not kidding."

Turning around, the two of them faced each other across the stream. Yuwen Cheng stared at her for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the unknown birds flying alone in the sky.

It is very lonely. When you see that it is the only bird fighting in the sky in the sky. It seems that it regards other birds as paradise, which can be used to fly freely as a small cage. It has worked hard and impacted again and again, trying to break the shackles and move towards a wider sky, but it failed...

"I know, but I'm not afraid."

She also noticed the lonely bird. Not only that, she also saw several other people who laughed at it on the tree heads. They laughed at its ignorance and ignorance of life and death. How could it be broken by a small bird? Although they admired its courage, how could they challenge the sky without knowing how to fight it?

"You've loved..."

“Never.”

Yuwen Cheng nodded and stopped talking. The two of them fell into a cold situation again, leaving only the whistle and whistle in their ears. It took him a long time to ask again, but he didn't expect that before he finished speaking, he had already received a decisive answer.

"No? I guessed it long ago!"

He forced himself to smile and stood up, jumped gently across the narrow stream, came to Yang Ruyi, and looked at her cold and worldly face intoxicatedly, which seemed to be the peerless charm that God was intoxicated with.

"You already know what I am? I have never regretted it. If the butcher knife is still sharp when I get another one, now the emperor wants to kill me, I don't resist because I can't bear to suffer. In fact, if I rely on the Liaoning County and Goguryeo, I can even drag down the Sui Dynasty. But for the suffering people in the world, although I die, I have no regrets. The only thing I can't let go is you. I will never allow you to marry others. Whenever I think of you lying on someone else's bed on a certain day after my death, my heart will be like a knife... So I want to be selfish."

"Is this your love?"

Yang Ruyi seemed to hear a joke and looked at Yuwen Chengdu mockingly. Her smile bloomed like a peony flower, but there was a trace of unknown sorrow in her eyes.

"Ruyi, you're crying."

Yuwen Chengdu stepped forward slowly, looking at the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes, and suddenly felt like a burst of pain came from the fire. He hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand affectionately to gently wipe away the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Her tear shattered the defense line he had built for eighteen years in his heart. The usually indestructible barrier, like a steel, played no role under this tear.

"I didn't. Aren't you going to kill me? Why don't you take action? Do it?"

Yang Ruyi pushed him away, smiled miserably, took it from her hairpin from her hair, and handed it to Yuwen Chengdu, and smiled coldly.

"Do it, take it and kill me."

Yuwen Chengdu didn't care about other things at this moment? That tear directly disrupted all his thoughts and had no reason. He pulled Yang Ruyi into his arms and hugged her tightly, wishing he could melt her into his body.

"Wuwu~ You let me go~ Aren't you going to kill me? Take action, Wuwuwu~ I hate you Yuwen Chengdu, I hate you so much..."

Yang Ruyi struggled hard at first, trying to break free, but at this moment Yuwen Cheng had lost his mind. Even if there was a knife on the back of his head, he would not let go, because he was afraid that he would never have a chance again.

Gradually, she lost the strength and collapsed in Yuwen Chengdu's arms, allowing him to hug him hard, not struggling, but sobbing in grievance.

Feeling Yuwen Cheng’s powerful heartbeat, she felt an incomparable sense of security, as if as long as the sky falls in his arms, even if the sky falls, that person will definitely fight off all the pain for her.

The great sense of security made her vent all the sadness she had suppressed before. The crying pear blossoms were raining, making people cry.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, without saying anything, silent.

At the same time, in the distance downstream of the stream, two Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, with childish hair, and like fairies, sat opposite each other on a square stone, with a few thin wire ropes and colorful stones of different shapes and sizes. The arrangement was extremely strange but revealed a bit of mysterious patterns.

"Hiss...weird, strange, why does the hexagram show different results every time? So strange, unprecedented."

Among them, the old Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe stroked his long white beard, frowned tightly, and thought hard for a long time.

"Why is this happening? The last time I was bound to die, but why is it full of vitality again? The fate of your disciple is really strange. The old Taoist I have wandered around the world and calculated the hexagrams for others. I have never seen such a changeable hexagram."

The same was true for another old Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe. As he said that, he messed up the patterns on the stones again, put away the small stones, closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, and finally threw the small stones in his hand on the pattern made of hemp ropes in order according to the size.

When you open your eyes, the hexagram becomes a sign of great danger again.

"Hiss... I don't forget it, I can't calculate it, I can't count it, let it go to fate."

Finally, the two old Taoists looked at each other, sighed helplessly, disrupted the pattern, threw away the stones, and left together.

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