Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

Ordinary people have a poem that mentions the shortness of spring, which is called "the birds sing, the flowers dance, the prefect gets drunk, tomorrow the wine wakes up and spring has returned."When Feng Jiu heard this poem from his literary-loving father, she rarely showed her understanding of literary and ink, saying that this mortal laments that spring is short, because spring is the best season of the four seasons, Good things are mostly addictive, so you can't feel the passage of time, and when you look back suddenly, you always feel that it is short.When she said this, her father felt like he had met a bosom friend, and the look in his eyes that looked at her was particularly peaceful at that time.

Today, when she threw Shenjun Xize out of the gate of the mansion, and yawned at the distant back of Shenjun, Feng Jiu thought of this poem with a little melancholy.Jiu Xing's spring has returned, although the reunion between her and Xize is not so short, but these six or seven days are really fleeting, like a spring drunk. She actually wanted to keep Xize longer, but it was unavoidably cruel to Mo Shao.Yesterday, Young Master Mo sent a long letter to Xize, but she accidentally saw it. In the letter, he said pitifully that the magic weapon he was playing had come to an end. Well, the energy expended before is useless, and may be backlashed by it, this is a big matter, please return to the palace as soon as possible to take care of it.

At the end of the letter, he asked with tears in his eyes, whether he confiscated all the eleven long letters he had sent to Shenjun a few days ago, or did he keep them and use them as waste paper to light candles. At that time, she thought of the scent of ink wafting from the lamps and candles in the past few days and nights, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Mo Shao in her heart. With a heart of sympathy and righteousness, she threw Xize out of the mansion neatly the next day. It is indeed a pity to throw Xize out. She followed Xize for the past few days, wandering around the royal city with gusto, and her life is much more interesting than before.

For example, when Xize led her to fish, she was actually not very interested in fishing. She originally thought of accommodating him, but she was the one who had the most fun after swimming all the way.Xize prepared Ye Pusu's small wooden boat, with a small stove and a bottle of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on the bow, and took her to drift along the river, admiring the spring scenery in the suburbs of the city. He settled the boat around noon, and he She warms the wine while fishing, and when the fish catches, she washes them and cooks a sumptuous meal. After lunch, he rowed the boat into the nearby lotus pond, under the shade of the lotus leaves, he read a book and she lay in his arms During the afternoon nap, the sun shone brightly on her face through the lotus leaves, and she buried her head in his chest and pressed against him tightly.

He loves holding the book and caressing her soft hair unconsciously. When she was a little fox in Taichen Palace, Emperor Donghua also loved to toss her fur like this. At that time, as a pet, she felt very comfortable and useful. An Xin, Xize's action at this time, for some reason, made her feel more caring besides reassuring.She pondered that maybe this was the difference between mind-to-heart connection, and marveled at how wonderful four words are mind-to-heart connection. Because Xize is a person who regards other people's short stories as floating clouds, such as leading her to fish, taking her to enjoy flowers, and accompanying her to watch juggling, he did it openly, and he never thought of pretending to cover up one or two things, so it is inevitable to meet acquaintances recognize them.As far as the lovebirds are concerned, it is not unusual for an aristocratic couple to travel in Kasuga, but the other couples travel more to show off. It is indeed different for two people like them to travel the long street on foot.In a few days, the name of the love between the former lord priest and His Royal Highness the Second Princess spread throughout the entire capital. During Feng Jiu's visit to the palace to greet Ann, the Empress looked at her a little differently.

Feng Jiu, who was told in the palace, didn't take this matter very seriously, she was only faintly worried, and she couldn't let Chen Ye know.Feng Jiu felt that, according to a common saying in the world, her behavior was like eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the pot, which was an idiot's behavior.But since she accepted Mo Shao, even though she felt guilty, she could only be a good bastard wholeheartedly.What's a good jerk like?Although the gentlemen have never taught it, fortunately there is His Royal Highness Lian San in the sky for reference. Shen Ye's call came in the afternoon of the third day, and it was the old steward of his courtyard who came to deliver the words.Feng Jiu just woke up from her afternoon nap, and was a little confused about this summoning.In Mo Shao's story, Shen Ye didn't seem to have invited Alan Ruo to Meng Chunyuan?Or did Chen Ye invite her before, but Mo Shao didn't know about it, or forgot to mention it to her?With this question in mind, she entered the Mengchun Courtyard, bypassed the small stone forest, and went up to the Boxin Pavilion with the determination to remain unchanged.

At this time, there was no one in the pavilion, but there was a glazed jar on the empty stone table.The dim sunlight in the afternoon inlaid the turbulent silver-white mist in the jar with a layer of gold, and the jar was enchanted, so the turbulent mist could never escape from the jar. Feng Jiu was curious, and she put her hand on the body of the can, and a bone-chilling coldness immediately hit her mind.She trembled and wanted to take her hand back, but the jar seemed to be stuck to her hand.Feng Jiu was a little surprised, she only paid attention to the jar going away, and didn't pay attention to the movement around her, until a voice sounded in front of her: "Do you feel familiar?" Feng Jiu raised her head and met the dull eyes of the young man in Xuanyi.Shen Ye.

She did feel a little familiar, because the jar was actually somewhat similar to the cricket jar she used to play with as a child.But she vaguely felt that Chen Ye probably didn't ask her this.She noticed the Inga knotted with one hand when Chen Ye raised his sleeve, and in an instant, the enchantment in the glass jar disappeared without a trace.There was a sound of wind and thunder in the distance, crying like a ghost, and the clear sky was covered with dark clouds for an instant.Lightning tore apart a gray curtain, and the sun was hidden, replaced by a crippled white moon.Moonlight Allure.

Different from this bewitching sky, the soft white mist in the jar gradually calmed down, like torn clouds, lingering around Feng Jiu's fingertips, strand by strand.The coldness soaked into the finger bones inch by inch. Such unlucky appearances from the sky were either because the fierce monsters were tamed or subdued, or because someone was doing magic against the sky.She resisted the dizziness rising in her head, and looked at Chen Ye: "This is... what kind of spell is this?" The priest in Xuanyi stared at the white mist that entered her body, and said in a low voice: "You have heard that the earth immortals who live forever can also recreate a ghost like ordinary people, using Jiepo lanterns or other methods. Soul?" After stopping for a moment, he looked at her and said, "Even if the soul is burned to ashes, even the knot lamp in the sky can't do it, but someone told me that if I can create this place, not only can I start over from the beginning, but also have a new life." It has the same function as the knot lamp, recreating a soul for the dead."

Feng Jiu was stunned, she had a vague impression that she seemed to have suspected that this environment might have been created by Shen Ye, but why it was left behind, she couldn't remember anyway.Today he admitted so generously, she felt that she was not as frightened as she imagined. She called Su Mo to direct a big play, and she felt a little guilty at first, but she didn't know that Shen Ye was also acting. There was only a ray of clarity left in her mind, she knew that she had to at least put on a look of shock and ignorance, to prove that she was indeed Alan Ruo of the world created by Chen Ye himself.It seemed that he had no doubts about her.

Her vision was a little blurry, she bit her lips tightly, and heard his voice very softly: "Wrong is wrong, I never wanted to deceive you and start over, but no matter what, you want to come back, hate me, treat me like a stranger Forget it, it's all a result, I've waited two hundred and thirty years for this day." Every time he said a word, his face turned pale, it seemed that every word made him feel painful, but his voice was full of coldness. Of course. When Yinbai's soul had completely entered Fengjiu's body, she only felt her eyes go dark, and the last words sounded in her ears, as if they came from outside the world: "They say, this world is your demon, only I know, you never have anything Demons, I am the one with demons." Feng Jiu never knew that falling into a deep sleep is such a painful thing. It stands to reason that the benefit of dizziness lies in the three words of unconsciousness.She is indeed not feeling physically now, but in her consciousness, she is suffering a little bit. Watching one's own soul fight another soul in the mind, this experience is novel to anyone.Feng Jiu didn't realize it at first, and she just watched the fun with her hands, until the two groups of auras in front of her eyes became more and more entangled, and even swallowed each other, she began to feel a headache, and she was startled to realize that there were two souls fighting in front of her eyes. She felt that her pustules were amazing today, she was powerless to prevent the two souls from fighting, and it was understandable that she could only suffer the pain in vain, but when her fingers were pressed against the glass jar just now, she was powerless to fight back, This is very strange. Her head hurt like a hundred or eighty music celestial beings carrying a big gong and banging on it. Feng Jiu endured the pain and was distracted from her thoughts. Just as she was about to think of something, her own soul suddenly became angry and swallowed Alan Ruo's soul in one gulp.And just when Alanruo's soul died, heavy snow fell in an instant, forming a long mirror in front of her in a short while.She didn't have a long memory, and reached out her hand again, and when her fingertips touched the mirror, a strong force pulled her into the mirror.Before standing still, a memory roared from the other side of time. That's not her memory, it's Alan Ruo's memory.Behind this inexplicable long mirror, Alan Ruo's life, Alan Ruo's thoughts, Alan Ruo's joys and sorrows, she felt them all in an instant.That period of the past is like a revolving lantern, carrying bits and pieces of the world, turning around endlessly, but every time it turns around, it is a different scenery. Feng Jiu was a little curious. Could it be that in this situation, her soul swallowed Alan Ruo, turning Alan Ruo into her body and becoming a part of her?Then will Alan Ruo be resurrected again as Chen Ye said? If she is resurrected, what will happen to him? She thought about this life-threatening issue for a moment or two, and felt that it was okay to think about such a boring matter when she woke up, and that she should not waste more time.She figured this out, and immediately put this question behind her, and with interest and wholeheartedly cared about another important matter that urgently needs to be discovered by her——the tribulation in the stone circle of Qinan Mountain Dog Yin Beast After seeing the truth, what happened to the gossip between Shen Ye and Alan Ruo? She struggled to think in her memories, put together many fragments, and saw the real scene of some things, the first to bear the brunt was the two years that Mo Shao said he didn't know very well. During those two years full of mist, Feng Jiu was relieved that she had guessed right, and that Shen Ye and Alan Ruo really had a true relationship.Because it was Alan Ruo's memory, Alan Ruo's heart towards Shen Ye was pure and clear.Chen Ye reckoned that Alan Ruo had never really seen his heart for Alan Ruo, so now Feng Jiu naturally couldn't see it clearly either. His Royal Highness Lian San in the sky has a famous saying that what a relationship should look like depends on what the person who experiences it looks like.For example, in the world, there is that kind of vigorous love, there is also that kind of steady flow of love, and there is also that kind of respectful love.Some people have deep feelings and shallow words, and some people have deep feelings and deep words.It cannot be said that the love of others is different from your love, and the love of others is not considered love. She has always admired His Royal Highness Lian San as a master in Fengyue, and the menstruation mentioned by His Highness Lian San himself is naturally a good one.She applied this good book to Chen Ye and Alan Ruo, and felt that in the past two years, even though Chen Ye rarely got too close to Alan Ruo in his actions, he couldn't pick out any heart-wrenching love words to comment on in his speech, but maybe , he is the kind of person who loves deeply and talks shallowly, and his love is the kind of respect for each other as guests. The memories of the two years were too trivial, Feng Jiu didn't bother to check them one by one, so she randomly picked a section from the last period of time and opened it in her mind.As far as the eye can see, there is only a lotus pond as wide as a mirror, and a pavilion stands in the center. There are piles of unknown bouquets on the stone table in the pavilion, and a wide-mouthed vase stands next to the bouquets. Chen Ye held the book and sat beside the stone table. After living in seclusion for two years, his aloof demeanor was settled even better. His eyes were fixed on the book, and he turned the pages from time to time.Alan Ruo sat next to him, concentrating on tinkering with the bouquet of flowers on the table, sometimes putting the cut flower branches in the mouth of the bottle for comparison, and sometimes showing them to Chen Ye to let him see if she cut them well, and whether she needs more needs to be trimmed. Repeatedly, Chen Ye raised his eyes from the book, and said to her lightly, "You sat next to me, and you came here to disturb me while I was reading?" Alan Ruo made a gesture to pick his chin with a flowery branch: "What's the fun in reading alone, the slave family is so accommodating to the adults," she laughed, "isn't it because the adults don't want to leave the slave house for a moment?" Shen Ye turned his head away, and helplessly pointed a slightly complicated leaf on the flower branch: "Your ability to talk to yourself is improving day by day, this one has a longer stem and more leaves. " Alan Ruo smiled calmly: "My lord praises me, the slave family has always been good at guessing your lord's mind." Shen Ye was just taking the flower scissors from her empty hand, shaking his hand, he said, "Call me one more word, and call yourself a slave, and I'll throw you out." Alan Ruo smiled softly: "My lord has said many times that I want to throw out my servant's house, but I have never done it once." When the flower branch was taken back, the flower cup was blocking her ears and temples, and there was a kind of beauty, his gaze stayed for a long time On the side of her face, she didn't seem to see it, but when she put the last bouquet into the vase, she heard him whisper: "Turn around." She looked back at him with a smile still in her eyes: "It was just a joke just now, don't throw me out of anger." He didn't say anything, he got up and picked a small flower in the vase, bent slightly, and inserted it on her temple, his fingers stopped after stroking her temple, took it back, and held the book back in his hand , his gaze also focused on the pages of the book, and in a moment of silence, he made a gesture to turn the page of the book. She was stunned for a moment, and stroked the blooming flowers on her temples with her hand. After a long time, she said softly: "Sometimes I feel that it is not enough, but sometimes I feel that you are very good like this." His gaze lifted from the page again, as if he was a little puzzled: "What's not enough?" She just smiled and shook her head. The morning sun dyes a small lake pavilion in a warm color, the sky is high and wide, and the water is also remote. A pool of clear lotus blooms in the morning light with a gentle posture, and the lotus fragrance bursts out.The two people who depended on each other in the pavilion gradually faded in memory, leaving only a light silhouette in the mountains and rivers. This silhouette moved Feng Jiu, and she even felt a little sympathetic that there would be nothing wrong if the story of the two of them could stop forever at this moment.But what should come will always come. Mo Shao mentioned that the history books were related to the records of two years later, and there are only a few words, which can be said to be tragic.Feng Jiu selfishly felt that the history books were unreliable sometimes.But when she unfolded the subsequent memories in detail, she was surprised that the records in the history books about the death of Shangjun Xiangli Que were rare and reliable. On the 16th night of the seventh month, news came from the palace that Shangjun had died of illness.Shangjun was always in good health, but he didn't know what kind of rare disease he suffered from, so he died as soon as he said he died.When the news came, Alan Ruo was playing chess with Shen Ye, and the black piece landed on the chessboard with a thud, disrupting the situation. Shen Ye held up the white piece and said nothing, and the cloak that the servant brought to drive the night road fluttered around her wrist. middle.Alan Ruo walked out quickly, and when she crossed the threshold, she turned her head and said: "That move just now doesn't count, I'll save this game as a broken piece, and I'll have a match with you sometime later." Shen Ye said: "Wait a minute Wait." Got up and picked a white flower from the vase on the desk, walked slowly to her, took off the jade hairpin from her temples, pinned the white flower into her temples, stroked her temples with fingers After stopping, he said, "Go." Three days later, Alan Ruofang had to go back to the mansion, and everything in the mansion was as usual, except that the head priest who lived in Meng Chunyuan for two years said that he was welcomed back to Qinan Shrine a while ago. The old steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reported back, saying that he was about to send someone to the palace to inform the princess, but the princess had already returned, and the head priest had only been out for a while, so he didn't go far.The implication is that if the princess wants to say goodbye to the priest, there is still time. In Alan Ruo's capacity, it is not a decent thing to chase after him at this time. The old steward was dizzy, but fortunately she was still awake.He just lost his mind for a moment, took off his cloak, took off the withered white flowers on his temples, and sat there for a while, the petals were blown off by the evening wind, and he lay on the ground against the white stone slab that was swept clean and not even a trace of dust. , like some kind of smudge.She looked at the bare flower stalk in her hand, and smiled wryly: "That night when you gave me this, you were actually saying goodbye? I didn't realize it." One emperor and one courtier, different kings have different arrangements for power.The power of the shrine is independent of the clan. Even if Xiang Liyu is in power, it will be a bit difficult to suppress a shrine that has lost its chief priest, let alone the crown prince who is about to ascend the throne but has no foundation.This is the reason why Shen Ye was welcomed back to Qinan Shrine. Even though they are both kings, Feng Jiu really couldn't understand Xiang Lihe's considerations.As far as she could remember, they only replaced one emperor and one emperor among the five desolations and five emperors in Qingqiu, and it was she who replaced her aunt.And remember that her aunt has been very happy every day since she was replaced, looking at her with a kind of sympathy from someone who has been there.Furthermore, most of the courtiers in the Eastern Wilderness are ignorant, and their biggest hobby is to pretend that they are ordinary people and go to the market to set up a stall, and they will pinch whoever occupies the stall.According to their crown, although the gods of their Qingqiu country seek a position for their family and the country and control a little power, how can they let power fool them like ordinary people, even though the gods in the nine heavens also have that kind of power? Those who like to fight for power are all because they have no pursuit in life, and they have never tasted the fun of setting up a stall. If they have tasted it but still exercise power, it means they have no interest in life.Feng Jiu felt that regardless of whether her subordinates were right or wrong, it was true that they saved her a lot of trouble. This period of memory is in full swing, one after another, like a curtain of waterfalls crashing down from the cliff, hitting the gravel at the bottom of the cliff, splashing clusters of cold water.The so-called tragedy has opened up the sky since ancient times, and it has such a sudden hasty but ferocious and ruthless appearance.The next link of memory is closely linked to the rumor that Su Moye once told her. It turned out that it was not a lie. On July 22nd, the Shangjun's funeral was about to be finished. At night, the princess mansion was besieged. Alan Ruo was locked out of the mansion with an iron lock and brought into the palace. The crime placed on her head was regicide. The head of the criminal department in charge of this case is her mother's brother and uncle of Mrs. Qinghua. The Lord is dead, and it stands to reason that the crown prince should inherit the power, but the crown prince Xiang Lihe used to be a prince who was not valued, but now he is a prince with little power. Draw in the hands of the lady.And everyone in the court knew that the head of the Criminal Division was the confidant of Mrs. Qinghua.In other words, it was her own mother who put the blame on Alanruo, and it was her own mother who trapped her, and it was her own mother who was bent on putting her to death. On the seventh day of Alanruo's imprisonment, Mrs. Qinghua condescended to visit her in the prison. The prison was shabby, with a pile of compacted grass used as a sleeping bed, and a small box made of rotten wood was placed next to the cell door. There is a dim oil lamp on the edge of the table. Alan Ruo, dressed in plain fir, is leaning against the small table to practice calligraphy. A pawn outside the prison door is guarding a brazier. She picks up a pawn and burns another. The long skirt of Mrs. Qinghua sweeping over the gloomy stone steps in the dungeon, she heard the rustling sound of Ling Luo sliding across the ground, she looked up at the visitor, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Mother thought of coming to see me, you can see Mother has already taken care of everything in the palace." The voice was gentle, as if they were not meeting each other in prison at this time, but in the back garden of the palace, exchanging an ordinary greeting. Qinghua, who was dressed in a strict palace attire, stopped two steps in front of the prison door, and the pawn opened the prison door and retreated.A Lanruo finished the words in his hand, and continued: "There is nothing wrong in the prison. At first I didn't really understand why my mother put such a crime on me, but after thinking about it for a while, I figured out some reasons." Qing Hua said softly: "You have always been smart." She lowered her eyes and stayed on her face for a moment, took out a letter and a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, weighed them in her hands for a while, leaned over and placed them on the decayed wooden table together, "Look at this " There was no emotional voice, like her usual but emotionless perfunctory response when she greeted her on weekdays. The candlelight was dim, reflecting ink marks on the folded documents.A Lanruo stretched out his hand and spread out the document in front of him, and brushed the clear and vigorous ink writing on the paper.In the shadow of the thin candle, every time his eyes moved down on the paper, his face turned paler.After a long time, she looked up at her mother, except that her face was a little pale and her little finger was still trembling slightly, but her expression was still calm, and even a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "The document presented by Lord Chen Ye is well-written, not as good as his." Has always been free and unrestrained, literary and elegant." Qing Hua looked at her with pity in his eyes, and after a long time, he asked her, "Are you still used to it?" Alan Ruo seemed to hang his head in thought, for a long while, he gave a low laugh, and answered the irrelevant question: "Father has been decisive all his life, but he didn't want to be defeated by a word of love. He probably never thought about it. Until now, mother, you still haven't forgotten Ju Nuo." Ju Nuo is indeed the thorn in his eye. He drove Ju Nuo out of the royal city and ruined her future. At that time, he only wanted to be happy, but he planted the root of his illness today. But mother, you have endured for many years, but Those who have accomplished great things naturally don't want to stop here, mother ultimately wants Ju Nuo to take the throne and take back everything her father snatched from her biological father, right?" Looking at the candle flame next to her hand, she said again: "Prince, I, and Changdi, we all blocked Ju Nuo's way. The prince was not born to his mother, so the mother would naturally not show mercy. Changdi has nothing in her mind. There is nothing else left, maybe making her crazy is the way, the clan will not let a crazy girl be the king. But the two daughters who are waiting to succeed are all crazy, which is easy to gossip and suspect, and one must die. If I can save Changdi, I must die." She forced a smile, "I never thought that my mother would do this, and my mother's plan really never left me with the slightest escape route." There was a deathly silence in the prison. Alan Ruo reached out and put the documents aside, spread out a piece of white paper, and picked up the pen again. A drop of ink fell on the paper and melted. She said softly: "Mother asked me if I was used to living , I was abandoned by my mother in the snake formation that day, and I also survived. This time my mother locked me here, but she still remembered that I was good at calligraphy, so she made an exception and prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me to pass the time. How can you not get used to it?" After a long time, Qing Hua said: "You should know that this matter is not my responsibility alone." The pen in Alan Ruo's hand trembled, and on the paper were the eight words "Floating life is multi-state, fate decides it".This is a good handwriting, but the last word is trembling because of the writing, and the charm of the last word is ruined. But she still clings to the pen firmly. Qinghua's eyes stopped on her words, and said in a low voice: "Chen Ye was born in a high position, and even the Lord was afraid of him. He was a very assertive child since he was a child, even if he ruined himself because of saving Ju Nuo." Future, but in the world, the best planner is Qian Qian, he originally intended to make long-term plans in exile, but you took him as your own, you know, this has touched his taboo?" Glancing at her, he continued, "Just now You lament your father's emphasis on love, and finally lost in a word of love. Your father's thunder means, I would rather die than die, but I can only be chained to him. But you, although you are smart, compared to your father in this matter, But it's far behind, Shen Ye just acted on the occasion, and let you use your true feelings to fall into this field, isn't it also defeated by a word of love?" Candle shadows spread across the documents placed on the edge of the desk.In the past, there was also such a word, which fell on the white letter paper, asking Alan Ruo whether the old wine he found in the courtyard was the brewing method mentioned in his letter.The handwriting is still the same today, and the few words left behind are ridiculous, "Xiangli Alan Ruo killed the king and father, with a vicious heart, no less than a tiger and wolf, his evil deeds are obvious, and he is better than a jackal..." On the rice paper that was being written, eight words were added after the sentence "destiny is destined", "sorrow and fear, there will be time to end".When encountering painful and difficult things, she likes to use this to comfort herself.The eight characters were well written, and when she finished the last word, she said in a low voice, "What does mother mean when she says it's a joke?" Qing Hua's eyes were even more pitiful, and said: "He asked your brother Wang for a marriage." Alan Ruo raised his head slowly. Qinghua said: "It's not a woman with a family background and status. Fortunately, she is upright and innocent, and she has a teaching position in Zongxue. I heard that this woman came out of your house. Her single name is Tian, ​​Wen Tian, ​​and her name is Waking up is demure." Alan Ruo closed his eyes tightly, and said for a long time, "I'm a little tired, mother, please go home." Qing Hua turned around and took two steps, then turned back and said: "Your case has been finalized this morning, and Ann will be executed in three days. Shen Ye handed over this document at noon, please transfer the right of execution to the shrine. You Going to the Shrine is inevitable. The instruments of torture in the Shrine are much more numerous than those in the dungeon of the Criminal Division. I know that even if you lose your soul, you don’t want to suffer this humiliation. If you really can’t bear it, use the medicine in the porcelain bottle to kill yourself .This is the last mercy I can give you as a mother." The figure waiting to be painted disappeared beyond the dim light of the oil lamp, and Alan Ruo suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood stained the black and white letters on the case, and the small flame of the oil lamp shook uneasily, and finally went out. Qinghua's figure paused at the entrance of the dungeon, and when he was about to move, Alan Ruo in the prison suddenly spoke out, speaking hoarsely: "Mother, how can I be merciful to me?" After coughing for a while, he said again: "Mother, do you still remember that year when Master Mo rescued me from the snake formation, the first time I saw you, they said you were my mother, I am so happy, you are so beautiful. I Seeing you walking towards me, I ran towards you in a hurry, wanting to ask you for a hug, but accidentally fell down. You walked past me, as if you didn't see me, like I was a flower, a tree Grass, or a stone. The long skirt grazed my face, my bruised arm, and you walked past me without squinting, and the sound of silk slapping the ground was exactly the same as tonight." Qing Hua's fingers gripped the wooden rail beside him. There was another cough, and she continued softly: "I don't know what love is in this life. My mother gave it to me grudgingly. I won it myself, and my mother destroyed it. In fact, I want to know nothing more. Why does my mother insist on love?" So cruel? Could it be that I am the enemy of my mother, and seeing me in pain, is it a very pleasant thing?" Qinghua's lips moved, and after a long time, she said: "If you still have reincarnation, I will pay you back in the next life." Alan Ruo smiled, and said tiredly: "Let's end the relationship with my mother in this life. If there is reincarnation, I have nothing to ask for. I just hope that in the reincarnation, I will not meet my mother again." In the huge silence, Qinghua's footsteps gradually drifted away, and with subtle distinctions, he could hear the chaos in the seemingly steady footsteps.When Qinghua's figure disappeared outside the gloomy gate at the prison entrance, the pawn who stood far away ran over in a panic and lit an oil lamp. In the last scene of this section, Alan Ruo folded the blood-stained documents on the wooden case and slowly placed them on the oil lamp. The flames were entangled with those blurred bloodstains, and it was only a matter of time before they were burned out.The ashes fell on the wooden table, with a little spark. Su Moye once asked her, if one day she was resentful because of Chen Ye, what would it be for? At that time, she joked that it must be because of getting it, such as falling in love with her, then not loving her, and falling in love again other people.But he didn't want to make it a prophecy, he might never even love her, and even those memories that she thought were precious were fake.How clever. She looked down at her fingers that had been licked by the flames, and after a while, she said to herself: "Seeing me like this now, does it make you relieve your anger, Chen Ye?" For me, it's a bit too heavy?" The oil lamp cast her silhouette on the dark stone wall, her dignified and upright demeanor was so thin. The twists and turns of the world are hard to follow.It's as difficult as Alan Ruo intended, and it may not be in line with Qinghua's intention. The day before moving to Qinan Shrine, Alan Ruo was kidnapped. The weather in the back mountain of Qinan is warm, the sun shines down warmly, there are occasional bird calls in the woods, and even the dogs and beasts in the stone forest not far away are peacefully basking in the sun with their bellies exposed, peaceful and peaceful, Like the vicissitudes of the wind and clouds outside the mountains, it is all ridiculous clouds. When Feng Jiu saw the young man in white sitting on the stone slab reasoning with Alan Ruo, she didn't actually recognize who he was. The young man's black hair was tied leisurely in the crown, and he had a cold and indifferent face, but he was quite casual in his actions, holding a corn cob in his hand, as if he wanted to knock the corn cob directly on Alan Ruo's forehead: " Things have come to this, what else is there in that ruined palace that is worthy of your concern, I finally rescued you, but you are eager to go back, could it be because of Chen Ye?" At this point, he pondered for a while, The corn cob tapped on the stone slab, "No, it's not in your nature to let him go until now. What are you going to do when you go down the mountain?" Beside the stone slab where the young man lived, two old trees grew lush and lush, and a cool bed was built between the trees with strong green vines for lying on. Alan Ruo sat on it and looked at the scenery outside the forest, and said in harmony: " The sentence you often said before, life in the floating world is just an experience, I think it makes sense. The length of life depends on experience. If you experience more, you will live longer, and if you experience less, your life will be short. I recently realized that I This period of life may seem short, but it is actually long." After a pause, he continued, "If there is anyone in the palace who is worth thinking about, it's just Brother Wang. The battle between Shi and the Ye Xiao Clan was definitely not accidental, it must have been mother... Madam Qinghua's plan, intending to use a knife to kill people and get rid of Brother Wang. Brother Wang is not a good general against the enemy, once he goes to the battlefield, he will definitely not come back alive. " The young man in white frowned and said, "Even if Xianglihe treats you well, it's his fate. In this situation, how can you protect his life? Now that you're out of the vortex, why bother to get yourself into it again?" .” A Lanruo replied slowly: "Since you know my temperament, you should have expected that I would not abandon Brother Wang. I will go to the battle to replace Brother Wang, and I will need you to take care of me at that time. Don't worry, I will spare my life." Very well, I will weigh myself, compared to Brother Wang, I am not in a dead end, I still have life." Seeing the serious face of the young man in white, he said with a smile, "Your face is rare, but fortunately there are people who treat me well in this life. Not too much, you and Master Mo are not as unlucky as Brother Wang, so there is no need for me to take such a risk to save each other." The young man in white stared at her for a moment, and said: "You have always been stubborn, I can't stop you now, but the battlefield is dangerous, what if you can't come back this trip?" She looked calm: "If I can't come back from this trip, even if I die, I will die in the name of Brother Wang. Compared with Mrs. Qinghua forcing me to commit suicide, this kind of death is much more meaningful. Then I will trouble you to send Brother Wang Change your name and surname, send him to a safe place, and let him live a normal life." After a long time, he continued, "I have written twenty letters to Chen Ye, and I would like to ask you to help me get them back. It’s ridiculous to think about it.” The young man in white sighed: "You remember all these entrustments. I just hope that I won't need to do them when the time comes. When will you go down the mountain?" She lay on her back on the rattan couch, casually put her hands behind her head, a little smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "The breeze, the shadow of the sun, today is a sleeping day, let me steal another half-day leisure." The Taoyuan scenery on the back mountain of Qinan gradually disappeared in the shadow of sunset, Feng Jiu pressed a heavy heart and tried her best to let go of the last memory.When it comes to story books, her aunt Bai Qian has an infinite collection. She has been fascinated by it since she was a child, so naturally she has a lot of stories. The heart-wrenching story seems to be fished out of a tear jar. She has read countless stories, but they are all It's not as good as what she witnessed this time.This memory didn't even shed a single tear, but it was like a peerless famous sword, extremely cold and heavy.Alan Ruo was hurt peacefully, pained calmly, even died peacefully. According to Su Moye's historical record to Feng Jiu, Xiangli He Yujia personally fought against the enemy for seventeen days, but was unable to do so and died in battle.Feng Jiu saw the truth hidden behind the thin pages of history.It was not Xiang Lihe who died in battle, but Alan Ruo. The battle with the Ye Xiao Clan was due to the lovebirds conniving at the frontier people to hunt across the border. The two clans fought, and this battlefield was naturally on the border.The Sixing River flows through the ancient times, flows to the southernmost point, turns around the pass of Pingyun Mountain, and flows into the sea of ​​compassion year after year.A section of the Sixing River adjacent to the Sea of ​​Mercy in Pingyun Mountain has always been called the Nan Sixing River. There is a huge music forest beside the river, and music trees are planted all over it.The lovebirds and night owls have been bounded by this forest in the past dynasties. On the seventh day of August, Alan Ruo rushed to the battlefield.The battle broke out on the first day of the new year, and within six days, the Lovebirds had lost a large area of ​​land and were forced to retreat to the south of the Sixing River. The 80,000 army lost 30,000, and the 50,000 soldiers and the 120,000 soldiers of the Yexiao tribe faced each other across the river. . A series of military orders to invite troops to support was rushed into the king's city, and Qinghua seemed to have never heard of it, and the soldiers did not move.There are great soldiers in the front, but there is no help behind, the morale of the army is low, and the battle has not stopped, and it has shown signs of defeat.It was night, when Alan Ruo sneaked into the army tent, Dizzy Xianglihe transported him out of the army, while he put on his armor and sat in the main tent. Alan Ruo led 50,000 tired soldiers, and used the half-moon formation to block the night owls outside the river.Blood was flowing in the Sixing River, and corpses were strewn across the fields on the south bank. It was the end of summer, and the cool breeze passed by the river at night, but only rotting corpses and blood were heard.The half-moon formation blocked the enemy for seven days, forcing the Ye Xiao clan to lose 50,000 troops. However, due to insufficient food and grass and no reinforcements for a long time, the Ye Xiao clan couldn't stand it. With the advantage of their numbers, they took turns to attack the formation, and finally one of them was defeated in the middle of the night on the seventh day. gap. The star Chang Geng lit up in the sky, and the eldest prince of the Ye Xiao Clan was overjoyed, and was about to lead the army across the river.Under the moonlight and stars, looking across the river, I saw a man-high iron bow suddenly melted into the hands of the opposing military commander. Three featherless arrows pierced the night sky with the sound of the wind, and the long featherless arrows fell straight into the sky. In the middle of the river, it turned into three huge iron pillars, standing in a row on the raging water. Spiritual array. Chang Geng Xing was entangled by the sudden black cloud and was crumbling, a ball of golden light suddenly broke away violently from the long body standing beside the iron bow.After the long cry that pierced the sky, the golden light floating in the air condensed into a huge lovebird, overlooking the banks of the river and hovering majestically, the strong wind from the wings swept away the golden cavalry.The figure beside Iron Bow didn't move at all, the strong wind blew off the helmet, revealing a head of jet black long hair and a cold and beautiful face. While mourning and neighing, the golden lovebird perched on the iron pillar in the middle of the river, its wings covering most of the river, and when its wings flapped again, flames ignited all over its body. The raging flames were burning like an endless karmic fire, blocking the entire Sixing River and forming a natural barrier against the enemy.Foehn blew the music forest on the opposite bank to tinkle.The origin of the name of the music tree is that its branches and leaves can play music when the wind blows. In order to prevent the enemy from crossing the Sixing River, Alan Ruo used the soul-calling array and burned his own soul.That's why she was out of her wits.That's why she's lost her mind. The thick ink-like sky, the fire rolling in the rushing river, the wailing of the lovebirds passed through the forest of music, and wonderful songs were played in the forest, as if mourning the death of a family of princesses.But on the long river, those little white Leyin flowers are not afraid of the Foehn, like migrating young birds, drifting through the flames in the river, or like a flying light snow, one flower is particularly persistent. , After traveling through mountains and rivers, it slowly drifted down on Alan Ruo's temples. She raised her hand to pin it into her temples, and stopped after stroking her temples with her fingers.That was a gesture that Chen Ye used to do after parting her flowers.She was stunned for a long time, but then smiled.The golden lovebird wailed for the last time, she stroked the white flowers on her temples, and slowly closed her eyes.The big bird quietly becomes a sculpture in the river, only the flame is not extinguished, while the long-haired princess has exhausted her life by relying on the iron bow, and stepped into eternal nothingness.The fire had not been extinguished for three days, and when it was extinguished, both the princess and the iron bow turned into dust and disappeared in the rolling river. This is Alan Ruo's life. Feng Jiu still couldn't understand what Alan Ruo was thinking about with that last smile. Coming out of this memory, there was that long mirror made of heavy snow standing in front of her again. Feng Jiu stretched out her hand to push away the mirror, and suddenly her eyes went dark. Just before she lost consciousness, she felt that this time, she finally wanted to... If you really fainted, it would be nice if you fainted like this earlier.