A month had passed since the Pengcheng Guards War, and Lin Hai's body had recovered as before, and he began to arrange the marriage of Zijin and Feng Yu. Every household in Pengcheng knew about their marriage, and the streets were lined with red lanterns.

The atmosphere is filled with joy, and its liveliness is not inferior to that of a festival.

Seeing that the marriage of the two was approaching, a fat Taoist priest came to the prefect's house at this moment and asked to see Feng Yu by name.

The gatekeeper didn't dare to delay, and quickly ran through the door to report to Feng Yu. However, Feng Yu was on the city to check the defense situation and was not in the mansion, so the soldier had to report to Zijin, the only one in the mansion.

"Invite him to daddy's study. I'll be there right away." Zijin frowned slightly. For some reason, a bad premonition came out of his heart.

"As ordered, I will invite that person in right now." After saying that, the general stood up and left.

"Miss, do you really want to go?" Xiaoyu asked worriedly. Naturally, she noticed something was wrong.

Zijin sighed: "We have to go and meet him no matter what. It's never good to turn people away. Xiaoyu, please come with me."

Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay, miss."

After a while, the gatekeeper invited the fat Taoist priest to the study. The fat Taoist priest bowed to the two and saluted: "I am a poor Taoist, Lu Ming, I have seen these two girls."

"Excuse me, Taoist priest, what do you want to do with my husband?" Zijin asked after returning the gift.

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I have something important to discuss with Mr. Feng. The situation is urgent. I hope the young lady can point out the way."

"In that case, let the little girl lead the way for the Taoist priest."

"Thank you very much."

The three of them came to the city in a carriage. At this time, Feng Yu was playing music for the soldiers. The three of them did not come forward to disturb them, and stood aside and watched quietly.

After the song ended, Feng Yu put down his flute and turned around to find the three people standing. He smiled slightly and trotted over.

"Zijin, why are you here? Aren't you at home preparing for the wedding in two days?"

Zi Jin smiled and said, "Someone wanted to see you and wanted to discuss something important with you. I happened to miss you too, so I came together."

"Has anyone seen me?" Feng Yu then noticed Lu Ming beside him: "Who are you? I don't know you?"

Lu Ming sighed: "Master, of course you won't be able to recognize me like this. There are some things that you won't be able to explain for a while. Please come with me first." After saying that, he took Feng Yu's hand and left.

Feng Yu broke away from Lu Ming and said, "I'm warning you, we are not relatives, so don't do anything. Brothers like me can't let you go." The city guards had already surrounded a few people, and everyone followed.

He looked at Lu Ming like a former Qin soldier.

"Hey, Master, don't blame the apprentice." After Lu Ming said this, he stretched out his right hand and slapped Feng Yu's forehead, and saw a golden light melting into Feng Yu's head.

"What did you do to me?" Feng Yu touched his head, but there was nothing. Just when he was curious, his head suddenly hurt without any warning. The severe pain made Feng Yu kneel on the ground and let out waves.

Groaning in pain.

"What did you do to him?" Zijin saw the situation in front of him, turned around, pulled out the sword of the soldier behind him, and put it on Lu Ming's neck.

Lu Ming did not panic, and pointed at Feng Yu who was kneeling on the ground: "It's nothing, I just want him to remember something."

Zijin looked at Feng Yu who was kneeling on the ground and found that his hair was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his moans were gradually weakening.

In less than a moment, Feng Yu's hair turned completely white. After letting out a long breath, he stood up from the ground. His eyes scanned the people around him, and finally his eyes fell on Zijin.

When their eyes met, Zijin suddenly felt that the man in front of him had become unfamiliar: "Are you... still Feng Yu?"

Feng Yu nodded, then looked at Lu Ming: "Let's go."

Lu Ming nodded, pushed Zijin's sword aside, and the two separated from the crowd and walked towards the city.

Zi Jin threw down his sword and chased after him, hugging Feng Yu from behind: "Don't leave, we are getting married soon. Even if you really want to leave, can you wait until we get married?"

Feng Yu didn't speak. Now he knew that if he spoke, he would really be unable to leave here.

When he didn't get an answer, Zijin held back his tears and said, "Then I'll let you leave, but I will wait for you to come back, if you still have me in your heart." After saying that, Zijin let go of his hand and Feng Yutou

He left without looking back.

Zi Jin collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, wetting the ground in front of him.

Suddenly Zijin's hand touched a hard object. He picked it up and saw that it was the bamboo flute that Feng Yu had been carrying with him for more than a year. Under his constant play, it had completely turned into jade, and he could not tell whether it was bamboo or not.

The flute is still a jade flute.

Zijin burst into tears and smiled. It turned out that he still cared about himself and he would come back one day.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation, even if we meet, we should not know each other, face covered with dust, hair on the temples like frost. - Su Shi, Song Dynasty

Three years have passed since Feng Yu left. Zijin goes to the tower every day and looks in the direction where Feng Yu left, hoping that one day she will see that familiar figure appear in the sunset and slowly walk towards her.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Feng Yu seemed to have disappeared from the world, and there was no news about him anywhere. Now Zi Jin could not sleep or eat. Lin Hai looked at his daughter who was getting thinner and decided to find a way to make her forget.

He fell in love with that bastard, so he met Xie Xuan, and the two families quickly agreed to get married.

Zijin, who knew about the marriage, did not object, but silently agreed. She thought that she had missed him for so long, but it was time to let go.

Two days before the wedding, Zijin went to the kitchen, looked at the stove that was burning red, and threw the jade flute that Feng Yu gave him into the stove. Since he was going to marry someone else, he had already decided to let it go.

There is no need to keep this bamboo flute.

Who would have thought that after the bamboo flute was put into the stove, the fire in the stove started to "surge" very high, and then gradually extinguished. Looking at the bamboo flute again, it was basically intact, except for the end that was inserted into the stove.

The fire made black lines. When Zi Jin saw that he could not burn it, he took it out again, wiped the bamboo flute clean with a handkerchief, went back to the bedroom, found a box and put it in.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zijin was packing his things. Tomorrow was his wedding to the second son of Xie Mansion. Xiaoyu came in at this time: "Miss, someone is looking for you at the door and wants to buy your flute. Look.

Do you want to go out and take a look, or should I throw him away?"

"Buying a flute? Take me to meet this man." Xiaoyu followed Zijin to the door. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a man standing at the door, huddled up and stamping his feet. He looked a little cold.

His attire could be that of a domestic slave worker or an ordinary citizen.

Sensing someone behind him, the person turned around and said, "Hello, Miss, I'm here to buy your flute. Can you sell it to me?"

"I can sell it to you, but I want to know how you knew I had a flute here. I remember I never told anyone else." Zijin said with a slight smile. She always felt that there was something fishy about this matter, but where was the strangeness?

I can't say it myself.

"Just because you haven't said it doesn't mean others don't know. I have five taels of gold now. I wonder if I can buy this bamboo flute." The man said and took out a gold brick from his arms. Judging from the weight, it should be more than five taels.

.

Zijin was shocked: "Well, since you are so sincere, I have to give you this bamboo flute for safekeeping." Zijin went back to the house, took out the bamboo flute and gave it to the man, and Xiaoyu took it.

Gold bricks, I smacked my lips, I didn’t expect that there is such a big bully in the world.

The man was very happy after getting the bamboo flute, as if he had seen a treasure. Suddenly the man said, "Why is this flute black at one end? Did you set it on fire?"

"I accidentally fell into the fire, I'm sorry." Zijin suddenly became incoherent, as if this person was the real owner of the bamboo flute in front of her.

"It doesn't matter." The man shook his head, put away his bamboo flute and left. Looking at the man's back, Zijin suddenly thought of Feng Yu, why are they so similar?

When the day came, the gongs and drums in Pengcheng were noisy. However, Zijin couldn't be happy at this time. After selling the bamboo flute yesterday, she regretted it and sent people to find the person who bought the flute.

But no trace could be found.

After getting on the sedan chair, Zi Jin closed his eyes and shed a tear. In the end, they were still destined to be together.

Suddenly, Zi Jin heard the sound of a flute coming from outside the sedan chair. He pulled off his hijab and lifted the curtains on the car. He looked back and saw a white figure standing not far from the wedding party. What he was holding in his hand was exactly what he had sold yesterday.

Zi Jin was choked up when he left the bamboo flute. He really came back and did not break his promise, but he was already going to marry someone else.

When the song ended, Baiyi turned around and left. Zijin didn't see a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

I don't know when a strong wind blew in the city, bringing up yellow sand all over the sky. Bai Yi frowned and stopped.

I saw a man walking out of the yellow sand, with black hair and black robes, holding two bottles of wine in his hands, and smiled at the white clothes: "I know you are sad again. Today is the good wine I have treasured for many years, so it is easier for you."

Bai Yi sighed and suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose. When he looked up, he saw that it was snowing.

"Okay, it's your own sin. Why are you sighing? Let's go and drink." Jiulong stepped forward, pulled Baiyi and left.

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