Gu Qi took out the flute from his waist, looked at it, and then said: "We met, it is not easy to change, and I have already decided that it will not change. As for Yuntian Pavilion, I will make plans in the future."
Gu Qi had planned everything a long time ago. He wanted to wait for Zhu Zhenyue all his life, and then leave Yuntian Pavilion to Zhu Yunwen's children.
"It's been ten years, do you still want to avenge Yue'er?" Zhu Yunwen asked.
"What about you?" Gu Qi asked him.
Zhu Yunwen turned around and said: "It has been ten years. In the past ten years, I have seen that the people of the country under his governance are prosperous and peaceful. I often wonder if I would still have this prosperous scene if I were still the emperor. I once hated him, but... It is time to let go."
Gu Qi looked at him and showed a happy smile: "That's all, after all, he is Yue'er's father. If I touch him, I know Yue'er will hate me. And, as you said, he is indeed a talent for governing the country. For the sake of the world and for Yue'er, I also chose to let go."
"Come on, don't stand outside anymore, come in quickly, take a sip of the goat's milk you just squeezed, and warm yourself up." A woman's voice came, it was the woman who had just squeezed the goat's milk.
"Let's go in." Zhu Yunwen said to Gu Qi.
In the yurt, two brothers who shared weal and woe were drinking goat's milk and chatting, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.
Night.
Gu Qi stood alone on the open grassland, took out his flute again, looked at it for a long time, and then started playing. The sound of the flute accompanied the moonlight and blended into the night.
In the distance, there was a figure looking at him silently.
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