When I was young, I always encountered light roller curtains and my memories of beauty were as bright as brocade. Finally, I found that I was scattered like clouds and smoke without traces. The world was drunk that year and the moon did not tell a trace of secluded feelings and the remaining bit of infatuation. If the window was elegant, tears would fill my cheeks, and a string sound would gently pop up the sound of the strings that would be drunk all over the world.

When my temples are dyed with frost, I realized that time has passed, a stream of light, falling red shadows, lingering in the remaining dreams, picking up a thin moon, writing Confucianism, sweeping the wind and scattering, and turning the pen into flowers, then I lit a lantern of my heart, remembering the rush of the past.

Gu Qingci walked over without washing, and every step seemed to have passed ten years. When he stopped at the end, he saw white hair in a trance, with slightly turbulent eyes, splashing ripples. What caught his eyes was still fair face and tender skin, as if ice crystals were on the edge of the eaves, and his figure was enchanting, walking with a pouring romantic flow.

"Miss in green!"

Gu Qingci was wearing a Confucian shirt, but a sword hung around his waist, bowed slightly, swayed lightly in the sword sheath, bowed his hands and held the courtesy, being gentle and kind, and then he was gentle.

Qingyi beat Fuji. The cold weather quickly turned the breath from her lips into white mist, adding a bit of beauty to her beautiful face. She said softly: "Mr. Gu, you are finally here!"

Gu Qingci was a little surprised and said, "How did you know I'm coming?"

Qingyi leaned slightly and asked Gu Qingci to go upstairs. She followed Gu Qingci. She was always elegant next to Gu Qingci, always half a step behind Gu Qingci. Even if she was the master here, she was still the same.

After Gu Qingci entered the Hongxiuzhao, Qingyi slowly said: "I know that Lord Gu, you are awake, and you know that it is not suitable to disturb you, so I am waiting for you here."

Gu Qingci looked around Hongxiuzhao's attic. The lights were as usual, but not as complicated as before, and there was no one. He turned around and looked at Qingyi and said, "So, in order to wait for me, your huge Hongxiuzhao will no longer do business?"

Qingyi nodded lightly and said, "I think you don't like it too noisy now, sir."

Gu Qingci went upstairs, stepped on the floor, turned around and looked at Qingyi. He was elegant and orderly, and could not find any flaws at all. Just like Qingyi doing things, he could make him feel perfect. But... he sighed and said, "Can you stop doing business?"

Qingyi shook her head, her tone was calm but firm, and said: "No, I know you will definitely come because you are leaving!"

Gu Qingci raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you know I'm here to say goodbye."

Qingyi brought a cup of hot tea to Gu Qingci, put it in front of Gu Qingci, then turned around and closed the door gently, floated up, sat opposite Gu Qingci, and said, "I also know that you were not going to the capital immediately, you would take Lord Ma's ashes to Qingzhou."

Gu Qingci took a sip of tea and suddenly raised his head. Only then did he realize that the girl in front of him really understood him, and knew him better than anyone else. He sighed and said, "From now on the road of the world, I will see you again if you have the fate!"

Qingyi's face was as usual, but her eyes were turned and she was silent for a long time before she said slowly: "Then... Lord Gu, do you have anything else to explain?"

"Yes!" Gu Qingci nodded and said, "I feel a little worried about going to Changling County. I am worried that after I leave, this place will return to its original state. Pang Shilong and Zhao Dianshi may not be able to suppress it. If there is really that day, I hope you will help."

"Okay, I remember!" Qingyi said without any hesitation: "I promise that as long as Qixiufang is in Changling County, I will cooperate with the county government for one day. However, isn't Ran Deng, the former Feiying Gang and the current leader of Fufeng Hall, also yours?"

"A gang is a gang after all," Gu Qingci said coldly: "If the master is strong enough, it will naturally be very obedient, but if it is replaced by a weak master, he will likely turn his back on the spot."

Qingyi was slightly stunned and a little bitter. She thought she already understood Gu Qingci very much, but when facing Gu Qingci, she could not grasp his rhythm. Gu Qingci's change would always make her unable to defend herself.

"Then, if that's true, what should I do?"

Gu Qingci slowly put down the teacup and said in a cold tone: "I have given them a chance. If you really don't know what you are, then there is no need to exist. Changling County... is a very good place, very beautiful..."

Qingyi nodded.

It is always cold at night, and there are only a few scattered lights in the boundless darkness.

Qingyi played a song for Gu Qingci, but the sound was very little.

Gu Qingci was fascinated by the sound of Qingyi. Qingyi's piano skills were not as good as Gu Qingci. However, Gu Qingci rarely played the piano, and even if he played the piano, he could not appreciate it himself. Therefore, Qingyi's piano sound was fascinated by him.

"Mr. Gu, last time I heard you play the piano, I was only lucky to hear a little. I wonder if Qingyi was lucky to hear you play a song in full?"

"Can!"

Gu Qingci did not refuse, but agreed simply, which was considered a farewell.

There were only two people in the room at night, Gu Qingci played the piano and danced in Qingyi. There were not many words of sad parting, nor silently staring and speechless, nor tears, but just dancing with the piano.

In the middle of the night, Gu Qingci left Hongxiuzhao and Qingyi sent her to the door. When they parted, Gu Qingci gave her a piece of rice paper with a few words on it:

I saw that the green mountains were so charming, but I thought that the green mountains would be like this, even if they were green mountains, they were still intoxicated, but... but, they were so haggard!

...

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lantern Festival.

In the early morning, Gu Qingci slowly walked out of the door in the dim morning light. He carried a black box on his back. The black box was divided into two parts, and the bottom part was filled with an urn, with some simple salutes on it. Finally, he wrapped it in a piece of linen and carried it on his back.

Side by the black box is a sword. The sword is three feet long, the hilt is like a human bone, the scabbard is black jade, and it is also wrapped in a piece of linen cloth. The wind blows gently, and the two pieces of cloth are whistled by the wind. He leads the horse and walks slowly on the bluestone street. The sound of horse hooves "step" sounds in the early morning street.

Wearing a white Confucian shirt, the wind blew, and a light brown wine gourd appeared faintly around my waist, as if the wine was filled with fragrance.

Maybe it was too early, and no one was encountered on the street.

After walking for a while, Gu Qingci turned over and rode his horse towards the city gate, but stopped when he left the city gate. The fog was hazy. He saw that the city gate was crowded with people, countless people were crowded, including old and young, men and women, and several aunts with red cheeks were wiping their eyes and crying and saying something.

Gu Qingci turned over and dismounted, looked at the people who could not see at the city gate, turned around and looked at Pang Shilong and others on the other side, and cursed: "Pang Shilong, I have said a long time ago, don't bother the people. Before I left, do you just take my words as if you were in front of me?"

Pang Shilong was about to explain, but he couldn't say it out because too many people rioted, bustling and mottled, which scared all the servants to get nervous. However, in the end, these unrests all gathered into one sentence:

"Great send to Lord Gu!"

Gu Qingci, carrying a black box and a jade bone sword, stood in the wind, and saluted with his fists and palms. Suddenly, he felt a little more heroic and said in a deep voice: "Dear fellow villagers, Gu Qingci... say goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rang out like a storyteller's ringing tree, and it also fell to the ground like a bloody head. The people next to the road became completely restless.

The north wind was still blowing, Gu Qingci turned over the horse, facing the north wind, and whipped the horse's butt and headed south. Many people chased after him. Gu Qingci rode his horse wildly, not daring to look back until the sound became smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing into the wind...

It was the late winter, the north was very cold, the wind and snow were ruthless, and the world was full of no return. The whistling wind sounded, and the people's faces were painful. Pang Shilong called everyone back to the city. A child suddenly ran to him and raised his head and asked, "Sir Pang, when will Lord Gu come back?"
Chapter completed!