Yan Zhan's boat relied on a large row of oars because it would be docking soon.

Xin Yue's eyes were empty, and what was swirling in his mind was the lake-blue figure of Yan Zhan who was determined to go away.

He seemed very dissatisfied and angry with her.

He must hate her very much. Otherwise, he would not even say goodbye to her.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Xin Yue's pretty face. Xin Yue sat on the deck of the ship, with no expression on his face anymore, and he was extremely empty.

Suddenly, on the big ship in the distance, a handsome figure rushed out of the room, pressed his hand on the railing, and shouted to Xin Yue:

"Take care, Xin Yue! Take good care of yourself, and come to me if you need anything!"

Xin Yue raised his head, and Yan Zhanhu's blue clothes were fluttering in the wind. His voice was so loud that Xin Yue could hear it clearly even in the surging sea breeze and waves.

Xin Yue was stunned for a moment, and then said "Yeah". Suddenly he thought that the voice was too soft for him to hear, so he said loudly:

"Okay! You have to take good care of yourself too!"

A faint smile appeared on Xin Yue's face. Her snow-white clothes were fluttering in the wind, like snowy cherry blossoms in early spring. She even waved to Yan Zhan like a child. Yan Zhan looked at

As she acted like this, a smile slowly appeared on her lips, and then she imitated her and waved.

In the end, he was reluctant to let her go, leaving her full of sadness.

No matter how much anger and frustration there was, I finally chose to suppress it all and tell her to take care of the future.

Xin Yue laughed out loud, but at this moment, a loud banging sound suddenly broke out.

Yan Zhan's boat burst into flames, and the boat exploded instantly.

The scream of "Ah" rang in his ears. Xin Yue's face turned pale and he lost his voice: "Yan Zhan!"

Without much thought, she abandoned her boat and jumped into the sea.

"Yan Zhan...Yan Zhan!" Xin Yue swam quickly in the sea. Many people were moving away from the burning ship, but she swam towards the source of the disaster, shouting loudly as she swam.

The fire reflected the sky, the burning smell spread in the air, and the ship cracked open. Xin Yue searched all over the sea, but could not find Yan Zhan.

"Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yuan!" Yan Zhan, his hair disheveled, shouted Cheng Yuan's name in the water, his face full of anxiety.

"Master Yan, I'm fine." Cheng Yuan came from the other side, panting.

"It's okay."

"Master Yan!" Shen Changan's voice sounded loudly, with a look of panic on his face. He looked more panicked than anyone else. He was relieved when he saw that Yan Zhan was safe and sound.

"Yan Zhan!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Yan Zhan turned around and saw Xin Yue's face was pale with all the blood gone. He was surprised and also happy. With such a long distance and such a deep sea, she actually

Just swam here?

Suddenly, the sea wind picked up, and because it could not withstand the burning of the fire, the thick mast suddenly broke and fell towards several people.

"careful!"

Just when the mast fell towards Xin Yue, Yan Zhan suddenly shrank his pupils and shouted loudly. At the same time, others suddenly rushed towards Xin Yue and hugged her tightly.

Xin Yue felt that at that moment, the world became silent.

Yan Zhan's heartbeat only rang in her ears once, and soon there was a heavy thumping sound in her ears, which was deafening.

She clearly felt a stream of heat flowing down her shoulders and back, and then saw the sea around her, dyed with bright red liquid, and the smell of blood in her nose was so strong that she couldn't get rid of it.

I can't remember how many times he risked his life for her and stood up to protect her.

"Yan Zhan..."

Yan Zhan fainted and slid down from Xin Yue weakly. He was about to sink into the water. Xin Yue quickly supported him. Her throat was choked, her body was cold, and her heart felt as if it was on fire. She called out

After his name, no words came out.

Xin Yue suddenly felt that he was selfish enough.

Yan Zhan was fully satisfied and regarded her as his own, and was willing to sacrifice his life for her, and was willing to fight through mountains and fires for her, but she left him alone when he was in the most difficult time.

When he entered the court, there were so many intrigues and intrigues. He was alone and weak. For the sake of "loyalty" as a courtier, he had no hesitation in trying to reverse the situation in the court and put himself in danger. However, she did it for herself.

I couldn't let go in my heart, so I chose to walk far away in this difficult time.

If it hadn't been for this sudden fire, she wouldn't have instantly understood the reason why Yan Zhan had been sulking at her.

His future was uncertain, and there could be an artillery attack like the one just now, which could easily take his life away at any time. However, she only cared about her own feelings and did not consider his situation and difficulties from his standpoint.

He was disappointed in her.

But he didn't say anything. In the end, he still stood on the bow of the boat, waved his hand, and said to her sincerely, "Take care along the way."

He wanted her to stay, but he still didn't want her to take risks, so he would rather she drove the boat and never looked back.

Xin Yue held back tears, but his eyes were still red. A drop of sea water fell from his forehead, crossed his pale and thin chin, and fell into the sea with a bang.

In the sea water, a dazzling red light is reflected, flickering continuously. The wind keeps blowing.

Three days later, an inconspicuous four-cornered carriage slowly drove into the capital of Ming Dynasty.

It was a cold spring, and the wind from the north swept the fallen leaves that had not completely disappeared, swirling and scattering them in all directions behind the carriage.

In the dead of night, on the street three kilometers south of the Governor-General's Palace of the Ministry of War, the carriage turned a corner and arrived at a mansion.

The muffled cough still sounded, and the man in the carriage looked pale, stretched out his slender hand, and opened the curtain.

Before that, the coachman had already dismounted and knocked on the door of the mansion.

Several servants walked out of the door. When they saw the man slowly coming down from the carriage, they shouted in a low voice and knelt on the ground respectfully.

The man waved his hand, his face full of fatigue.

Beside him, stood a woman in light jade-colored clothes, with picturesque features, a mole on her small face as white as fine porcelain, and watery eyes, revealing a delicate and elegant classical beauty. Standing

In the wind, she looked more and more pitiful in her slenderness, her face was calm, and she exuded a faint sense of stability.

The woman carefully supported the man, and the night breeze lifted the hem of her clothes, and the two stepped forward step by step.

"Master Yan, please come in."

The servants stood up and said respectfully.

Yan Zhan was wearing a light blue gown, his face was pale, and he nodded lightly.

At this time, a man in purple clothes came out, rushed towards Yan Zhan, and said excitedly: "Master Yan, you are back."

A smile appeared on Yan Zhan's pale face, a smile he had not seen in many days:
Chapter completed!