The world is for the public GL

The sky is fine, the forest traces are wild and silent, and a sharp arrow breaks through the wind.

In the originally warm and peaceful greenery, frightened birds scattered, beasts neighed, and a silver-white wolf, shaped like a horse, flashed across the air.

"It's hit, Zisang, you're good at aiming your head." Looking for the sound, a strong young man turned out from the bushes and strode towards the fallen prey.

Then the person who followed indifferently hangs the big bow to the shoulder, wears clean and simple coarse linen clothes, the hair is tied on the top, a pair of eyebrows are light and flat, and the eyes are hidden under the eyebrows: "Dead?"

She couldn't bear the drooping state of her prey.

"Well, I'm dead. An arrow hits the throat. You always do this." The young man pulled out the cluster of arrows, which were covered with blood.

The silver wolf who had been circling around the side stepped forward and stuck out his tongue, licking the blood on his head, and the arrow clan slowly revealed a sharp chill.

Suddenly, the wolf's head turned to the depths of the forest, its nose flapped, and its pointed ears turned slightly from time to time.

Zisang took off the bow from his shoulder, set an arrow on the string, and stared at the dense forest where the wolf's eyes were pointing.

It is not sure whether the one hiding behind is a wild boar or a brown bear, big or small, and she will only shoot arrows when she can see the fatal point of the prey clearly.

To hit the nail on the head.

"It's a person." The man next to him quickly covered the bow in Zisang's hand.

From the forest slowly appeared a man in black brocade, wearing a bucket hat, half covering his face, holding a long sword in his hand.

The streamer was covered under the bamboo hat, making the face under the bamboo hat dark and uncertain, his eyes were like dark pools of deep water, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and he said every word: "Mr. Sang."

The world is supreme, and the royal family is the public.

"Grand... Young Master Sang?"

No matter if he is a countryman, he also understands what the public surname means. The man next to him stared at a pair of protruding eyes, and turned his head to stare at the person next to him who slowly pulled the bow and arrow away.

Only by his voice and his straight posture, Zisang recognized such a person: "So, you are also a woman."

The six or seven styles of spring and autumn are in front of my eyes.

Farewell to Chichao Bay, after years of tossing and turning, there is still a day when we will see each other again.

The string was about to move, Young Master Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixed his aim at the root of Nan Wu's throat: "Are you here to take my life?"

"No." The knuckles pressed on the long sword were tightened, and the long and tall body seemed to be in the wind.

His speech was always succinct.

The strings sound and the arrows go, the cold light moves forward, and between the clangs, it moves first and then becomes quiet.

Under the bamboo hat, a pair of eyes fixed on the sword in front of her throat, the edge was slightly chipped, and the aim of the flying arrow was just a little bit closer to her throat.

That's right, how could someone like Zisang be heartless and bloodthirsty.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"The king's order."

The monarch of Nanliang Kingdom, Duke Qingxi, has been on the throne for 66 years. Seven years ago, the position of the crown prince caused two sons to fight each other, or assassinate them, or send troops to besiege the city, but they all ended in failure.

The monarch was furious, and made a decisive decision to kill himself.

Young Master Sang put away the bow, and called Daxue who had been circling around Nan Wu: "It's none of my business."

Nothing in this world has anything to do with her.

It's very good to guard a few green hills and sway through the day.

"Juli, it's time to go home."

Hearing Young Master Sang's words, the man who couldn't close his eyes closed his chin, swallowed, and hurriedly picked up the prey on the ground to follow.

After walking out of a stone's throw away, Li Juli kept turning his head to look: "She is following."

The woman named Nanwu was holding a good horse, big, strong, with a flowing mane, and it fluttered in the wind along with her black shirt.

"Zi Sang, isn't it, are you called Young Master Sang now?" Juli carried the newly hunted deer on his shoulders, with excitement and doubt on his face.

The child six years ago came and went, and came back again. He always thought he was a poor person with nowhere to live, but today he was suddenly called Gongzi Sang by a strange woman.

Six years ago, almost seven years ago?

Zisang frowned slightly, and pursed his thin lips tightly. The beautiful green mountains and clouds in front of him seemed to have become like the charred Taiguo Temple in that autumn.

Poor, poor.

Why did this Taiguo Temple catch fire suddenly? I heard that many people died. Isn't there a prisoner, Princess Hou Wuyi?I'm afraid he's dead too.

And that daughter who was not seen by Marquis Feng Shuo?

No one knows how the fire started, but Zisang only knows that since then, she has never seen her mother again.

Entering the village, the villagers all stared at the beautiful horse that the woman was leading.

Horses are not easy to use in mountainous areas, and everyone feels very rich when they use ox carts.

Looking at the woman again, she didn't go anywhere, but just followed Juli and Zisang to the village.

"Uncle Li, we are back." Zisang hung up his bow and arrows on the wall, and went to the room to wash his hands and face with well water as usual.

Juli put down the prey he was carrying, went into the house and called his parents, came out and squatted beside Zisang: "You know her, why are you ignoring her?"

"I don't want to know her."

But there are some people and some things that cannot be chosen by oneself.

The middle-aged man with a beard in the room raised his robe, came out with a sharp knife, and went to pluck the dead deer on the ground, ready to work, and he could sell a good leather for a good price.

Looking up, I saw a tall horse in the yard, a woman in a black mirror dress and a bamboo hat, and her waist-length hair was startled. She was tall and tall, and she only stared at Zisang.

Uncle Li asked Zisang, "Is this the guest you brought back?"

Zisang shook his head: "Don't worry about her, just a passerby."

Juli was caught in the middle and didn't know how to explain it. Zisang had already told her before entering the village that she was not allowed to mention her public surname.

"Afar is a guest."

Seeing the woman standing at the door, cold and motionless, Uncle Li put down the sharp knife in his hand, and called her, "Come in and have some tea. There is nothing else at home. Tea and strong wine are a good mix."

This place is remote, and it is difficult to have distant visitors. Zisang couldn't persuade Uncle Li, so he let him go.

The two sat opposite each other. There was a large bowl of meat and a thick bowl of wine on the table.

The four eyes met, Zisang met those cold eyes, and looked into the bottomless darkness.

It was once remembered that in the same case that year, the four of them ate together, and they were only halfway away from the case.

The man of life and death has grown taller today, and the sword of life and death has changed to a longer and sharper handle.

Uncle Li brought up another bowl of hot food, put it on the table, sat across from Juli, and asked the strangely dressed woman with a smile: "What's the girl's name, and where did she come from?"

"Nan Wu." The woman put the long sword on her waist down to her side, and then untied her bamboo hat.

Black silk flowing shoulders, narrow and slightly raised eyebrows, dark eyes, full and moist lips, white and tender skin.

Pity.

A dark red scar on the eyebrows on the face slanted across the bridge of the nose and stopped on the other side of the cheek.

"Nanwu."

When declaring this name, a pair of eyes still raised up to look at Zisang.

This name was chosen by that little guy who always scratched his head and didn't know how to be a good person back then.

The little man huddled under the blanket at night and said, "Did you know that Nanwu means refuge."

That year was the year of Jiazi in Qing'an, and this year is the sixth year of Jiazi in Qing'an. In that year, the person's surname was Gong, and his name was Zisang.

Juli and Uncle Li couldn't help gasping for a moment after seeing the face under the bamboo hat.

They were hunters, so they could tell at a glance that it was not planed by some wild beast, and how fast the sharp blade could cut such a deep and even wound.

They still glanced at each other in the slightly beating lamp, the fire in their eyes was beating, and they were probably saying: "So you have become like this."

The four were in the same case, and Uncle Li and Juli felt that the atmosphere was very dull in the middle. What kind of relationship did these two have?

Like an old friend meeting again, and like an enemy fighting in secret.

Uncle Li looked for words and said, "Girl, why do you come to this kind of place alone?"

"For her."

In just two words, he cut off the conversation again.

Zisang couldn't help laughing, Nanwu was still Nanwu back then, with concise words and clear purpose.

But Zisang is not the same as Zisang back then.

She is no longer the curvy little nun who is curious and eventful, and timid about everything.

She took a bowl of wine, drank it herself, and the bowl fell back on the table. She raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, and said soundly: "The wine is good, and there is a lot of meat. After this meal, you can go."

Only these two things, I don't want to think about the world.

Seeing that Zisang drank, Nan Wu raised his eyebrows with suspicion, so he also lowered his head to explore the wine, tasted lightly, frowned, tasted again, coughed, wrinkled deeply, drank again, coughed continuously, and stopped drinking.

Liquor burned her throat, her face was still red, her cheeks were lightly pink, and the scar in the middle was even more conspicuous.

During a banquet for guests, eating quietly, the man Juli glanced back and forth between the two women with his eyes.

A wooden crown has her hair fixed, her body is covered with a coarse cloth, her sleeves are rolled up high, and her coupled arms are exposed, grabbing the meat on the big plate, as usual.

A black silk shawl, the temples on both sides lightly folded behind the ears, very casual, wearing a black brocade shirt with excellent satin, just sandwiching a small plate of food, silent and cold.

After the meal was over, Zisang went back and forth to the stove to help Aunt Li clean up the kitchen. Juli tried to be curious and came to talk to the woman.

Nan Wu cleaned her hands by the well, and kept splashing water on her face. It was her first time drinking, and she didn't know it would feel like this.

"Miss Nanwu, where are you from?"

silent.

"Are you drunk after drinking this wine?"

silent.

"I'll sleep in the kitchen at night, you can sleep in my room, don't listen to Zisang when it's dark, how can you walk in the middle of the night?"

silent.

Zisang was fetching water with a basin, and seeing Juli like this, the past came back one by one.

Why was she not like this back then, when she caught such a quiet person, she started raving non-stop.

Until such a person suddenly put his hand on her lips: "It's time to sleep."

Every time she said this sentence, she could really close her eyelids all of a sudden, and she felt safe and sound, only feeling that she could sleep soundly with someone protecting her.

Li Juli got bored, and came over to talk to Zisang: "Miss Nanwu is probably drunk and can't speak. Look, she walks a little wobbly, oops, oops, she's about to fall down."

Under the bright moon, the person who was supposed to stand upright forever, just fell crookedly.

Zisang took a few steps forward, she was always so accurate, she knew the bones of all the prey, and she grabbed the woman's waist so accurately.

They are so close, their bodies are pressed against each other, their lips are close to their eyes.

Nan Wu stretched out his hand and grabbed Zisang's neckline, looked at her sideways, with long hair hanging down behind him, smiling sweetly: "So I'm drunk, that's how it is."

drunk.

The moon is clear in front of me, but the person in my heart is still there.