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The sky was twilight, and at the Yi'an Temple ten miles outside the imperial capital, clusters of begonias bloomed fiercely against the spring.Occasionally, the early morning spring breeze passes through the flowers, and the Fendai on the branches swirls in the wind and falls impartially on the bluestone chessboard beside the flower tree.

There were two people sitting at the bluestone table.

"According to the days, it's almost time for Ming Yu to arrive in Lushui." Meng Chiyi, the lord of Qianyong City, said.

Sandalwood incense was wafting from the backyard of the temple, and Yan Zhefei sat quietly opposite, picking Buddha beans one by one, but he didn't recite the Buddha's name in his mouth. It is not enough, so I prepared a generous gift for them. The three children of Lishan, after all, Chu Heng went to Lushui first."

He has been sitting under the tree for a long time, and the candles on the bluestone table that are about to burn out indicate that he has been sitting almost all night, and the falling crabapple petals sprinkled all over his body. His eyes seem to be only one by one Buddha beans, his expression and movements are focused Extremely.

Meng Chiyi asked: "If it's Chu Heng, how sure are you?"

Yan Zhefei finally looked up at the person opposite, her voice was kind and gentle, but what she said made people shudder: "The three of them have grown up and made a lot of progress, but they are still too young. If you go to the school Li, that is certain death. Little Xinghui is a bit difficult to deal with. He has the jade pendant of Ye Jianwei, the leader of the Eastern Capital, and it is not easy to want his life. As for Ah Yue, then you have to Who is he looking at?"

Yan Zhefei lowered her eyes and continued to pick up the Buddha beans: "The Buddha's light shines in all directions, but it does not enter the Erfei. If it is the Mahayana Dongjun Ji Wuyue, the gift of destroying the ten directions is too thin, of course. It’s not enough to see. But he will never appear in front of his little uncle’s tomb with the face of Dong Jun. Just... just let fate."

"Ming Yu won't let him resign himself to fate." Meng Chiyi's expression was very calm, as if he was talking about an irrelevant dead person.

"Yes." Yan Zhefei smiled: "Back then, Gui Hai Mingyuan died under Ji Wuyue's sword in front of the Tianshuang Terrace in Lishan Mountain. Even now that I'm back, Ming Yu still can't let go. At the beginning, that sword was truly fatal, and an opportunity that should not be missed was brought before him. How could Ming Yu not avenge his husband for this sword? In the future, there is no destiny at all, killing a Chu Heng is simply a piece of cake."

Yan Zhefei paused for a moment, then said casually, "So, Gui Hai Mingyuan really deserved his death."

Meng Chiyi's hands trembled suddenly, and a slight pain flashed in his eyes. He coughed lightly, and turned his gaze to the crabapple flowers beside the bluestone table: "The [-]th of this month has passed, go to the Lushui Cemetery It can only be Chu Heng, the day he arrives in front of Gui Hai Mingyuan's tomb is the time of his death."

"I reminded him." Yan Zhefei sighed with regret: "Whether it is Chu Heng or Ji Wuyue, he shouldn't be like this now, but he doesn't listen to me. Lushui Tomb The inevitable death situation in Yuanyuan was specially prepared for him now. He will die under Ming Yu's sword, just like Gui Hai Mingyuan died under his sword back then."

After picking the last Buddha bean, the sky was bright, and the magnificent morning glow dyed half of the sky red.

At some point in front of the backyard, a little novice came and bowed to the two people in the yard with clasped hands together. Yan Zhefei got up and brushed off the crabapple flowers that fell from her body, and handed all the picked Buddha beans to him. The little novice said: After saying a word about Buddha, he turned around and left.

"The east wind at the bottom of the begonia flower is evil, and the love of human beings is weaker than the love of spring, and everything can't go back." Yan Zhefei flicked the last petal of begonia on her robe with her fingers, and walked towards the front temple.

Meng Chiyi, who was behind him, looked at the scattered crabapples on the ground, but finally couldn't hold back, and called out to the back that was fading away: "Ayan..."

The two words are full of pity and deep affection that cannot be ignored.

Yan Zhefei paused, but didn't look back, her voice was low and cold, without any fluctuations in her words: "You should call me Ayan."

Meng Chiyi closed his eyes, put away all the emotions on his face, and resumed the usual calm expression of the city lord of Qianyong City. He slowed down, and his tone was neither fast nor slow, as if he was just calling a friend whom he met once: "Ayan."

Yan Zhefei nodded slightly, and walked out of the courtyard.

Meng Chiyi stood alone beside the flower tree, the rouge crabapple in appropriate shades was as bright as a bright glow, delicate and charming, just like Ah Yan in his memory.

"The east wind is evil at the bottom of the begonia flower, and human feelings are not as thin as spring love, Ah Yan..."

The voice of the words dissipated in a gust of spring wind that happened to blow, leaving no lingering sound.

Yi'an Temple, ten miles outside the imperial capital, was originally just a small temple with little reputation. Later, it was rumored from nowhere that the late emperor's noble concubine Huiyuan had been enlightened by Master Wanggui in the temple, and then entered the palace to marry Emperor Cheng, the noble concubine Doting the crown of the Sixth Palace all his life, he almost got all the favor of Emperor Cheng. Even Empress Chengde after the Yuan Dynasty couldn't compare with the successor Empress Zhong.

More than 20 years later, Master Wanggui has become the abbot of Yi'an Temple, but the imperial concubine Huiyuan has long since passed away, turning into an inconspicuous name in history, but the reputation of Yi'an Temple for asking and unwrapping the lottery has lasted for a long time .

Since returning to the imperial capital from Lianyan City, on the [-]rd of every month, Princess Qing and the eldest princess would come to Yi'an Temple to offer a stick of incense. This was the only place where her mother and concubine could be called "old" during her lifetime.

This time Qing and Princess Chang came here with their son Jing Xing in a light carriage. Children are very playful, and as soon as they got off the carriage, they wrenched out of her arms and ran forward like flying.

Suddenly a person wearing a black robe and a mask came up diagonally, Jing Xing ran so fast that he didn't have time to stop, and crashed into the person's arms.

Qing He hurriedly walked forward, before he had time to apologize, he saw the man bent down, straightened Jing Xing's crooked little body, and asked in a warm voice, "Does it hurt?"

Jing Xing shook his head, knowing that he had bumped into someone, he raised his hands in a dignified apology like a little adult, seeing his cute appearance, Yan Zhefei felt a little pity in his heart, and rubbed his cheeks. head.

Qinghe stepped forward and bowed to apologize, Yan Zhefei didn't say a word, just looked at her, his eyes were deep but not heavy, but gentle like water, there was an inextricable love in his eyes for some reason.

Qing He looked at him, and felt that this man's gaze fell on her face, as if someone's hand touched her brows and eyes in memory, and engraved her appearance in the bottom of her heart over and over again.

It took a long time for Yan Zhefei to come back to her senses, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

She has grown up.

Can't look anymore, let's go.

You said yes before you came, just look at her.

He lowered his head and walked past Qinghe as if he was running away. His steps were so fast that he was several zhang away in a few breaths.

Princess Qing and the Eldest Princess didn't take it seriously, they only held Jing Xing's hand and walked towards the temple. Jing Xing looked up at his gentle and loving mother, and said in a childlike voice, "Mother, that person is so strange."

"what happened?"

"Jing Xing feels that the way he looks at his mother is like how his mother looks at Jing Xing, but mother clearly doesn't know him."

Tongyan Wuji, it's fine to have heard it, but children are often the most able to feel the kindness hidden deep in the eyes of the people around them.

Princess Qinghe's heart tightened, and she hurriedly turned towards the direction where the man in Xuanpao was going away, but there was only a back like a small black spot, reflecting the rising sun, and gradually drifting away in the spring breeze, her heart suddenly felt empty and sour Seriously, I feel like I'm missing something.

It's like finally passing by a person I really want to see very much, and when I come back to my senses, that person can't be found anymore.

Master Wanggui, the abbot of Yi'an Temple, greeted him just at this time, holding a handful of Buddha beans in both hands, and said kindly to Qinghe and Jing Xing: "This bean is only given to those who are destined."

For some reason, the Xuanpao figure whom she had never met before appeared in front of Princess Qinghe's eyes again. She was stunned for a while, then took the Buddha beans from the abbot's hand, her eyes were moist for no reason.

……

Spring came early in Guangling, March [-]rd was late spring, Chu Heng walked slowly towards the outside of the city, stepping on the remaining flowers and catkins falling in the wind on the long street.

He had been in Guangling for a day or two, but he still dared not go to Lushui.

Lushui is a Linshui County on the edge of Guangling. In fact, Lushui is not Linshui. It used to be called "Luling". The water town was merged into this lonely county seat.

The town is a place forgotten by the world. There used to be a name that couldn't be found in all the history books of Dayin - Erfei.

The reason why Chu Heng knew it was because his junior uncle, Gui Hai Mingyuan, was born and buried in Er Fei.

"Er Fei" is a place that no one will remember anymore, and "Yuhai" is also a surname that no one dares to mention anymore.Even on the tombstone of my junior uncle, it was only written "Tomb of Mingyuan, the master of the Qingnang Pavilion on Lishan Mountain".

There can no longer be "Gui Hai".

Chu Heng has been to Lushui many times, but he has never been to Guihai Mingyuan's cemetery. In front of Tianshuang Terrace, when his Mingji sword passed through Guihai Mingyuan's chest, Ji Wuyue, the Eastern Monarch of the Mahayana, was also killed. He killed himself.

He hates himself.

Not only could he not save the little uncle, he even killed him with his own hands.

Chu Heng thought that he would never set foot here in his life, until he met Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm.

so similar.

Whether it's the tone of voice when talking to him, or the tone of voice when calling him "A Yue", they are too similar.

"Is this how Yishan Academy treats guests?"

"Is this the style of Cangwu City in Yunzhou?"

He really wanted to see if the face under the mask was that person, but he didn't dare to look, he was afraid that this resemblance would be just an illusion in the end, and then he would tell him that in front of Tianshuangtai, Gui Haimingyuan was really If he died, he would die under his Mingji sword.

Chu Heng hesitated for a long time in front of the cemetery, and finally walked in.

The author says:

[1.] There is no mistake in writing "Ayan" twice, Yan Zhefei is an old friend.

【2.】Brother was wronged, the letter he left was not nonsense, look, something really happened.

【3.】The little uncle will always be the little uncle.