Watch the sea

On the day when Guihai Yanlan left Lishan Mountain, Fang Jingci rushed all the way from Yunzhou, and finally arrived at Yiye Gucheng in Ningzhou in the evening.

However, the eldest lady of Cangwu City failed to step into the gate of Lishan Mountain.

Mu Xiyun drew a cold light from the sheath in his hand, and the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Fang Jingci's chest.

The afterglow of the evening elongated the figure infinitely, and this long silent confrontation finally ended with Fang Jingci's step forward.

The sharp point of the sword pierced through the brocade clothes, blood dripped slowly along the blade, and the red plum blossoms bloomed all the way to Mu Xiyun's feet, her eyes were always cold, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble a little.

Fang Jingci didn't seem to feel the pain, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was full of tears: "I really don't know, Xiyun, I didn't inject the drug in the Sangqin wine, I only found out later, I never Thought about..."

Mu Xiyun interrupted her with a sneer: "It's been two years, do you think these are useful? Is there any difference between you? Couldn't it be done by your Cangwu City?"

Fang Jingci was silenced by her series of pressing questions. After a while, she raised her head and said with difficulty: "Then can you...forgive me?"

Her voice was so low that she thought it was ridiculous. She didn't know about the drugs in the Sangqin wine, but those wines were indeed a birthday gift from her to Gui Haiyanlan.

When the news of Er Fei reached her ears, she cried, quarreled, and even collapsed. She blamed her father and her senior brother, but in the end, Jinlan's friendship was still a little weaker. Shui's family affection was no match for her childhood sweetheart's admiration. It was impossible and impossible for her to completely break with her father and her fiancé.

Now this guilt-filled question sounds more and more ironic and absurd. As she expected, Mu Xiyun seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly until the corners of her eyes turned red. , Tears flowed all over his face.The veins on her hands popped up, and she pointed at Fang Jingci angrily, clearly intending to question her sharply, but the words came out so hoarse that she couldn't hear them clearly: "I can forgive you, but can you return the Er Fei to Yan Lan?"

She didn't want to let herself cry in front of the people in Cangwu City, but she couldn't stop her tears. Mu Xiyun covered her eyes and tried to raise her head, her voice was almost broken: "Can you, can you give me back Su Xi's life?" ?"

Fang Jingci's face suddenly turned pale, and it took her a long time to find her voice, and she kept shaking her head: "Vue Xi...impossible, impossible..."

"Then you go back and ask your good father and your senior brother Fang!" Mu Xiyun abruptly withdrew his sword and returned his hand, and a string of blood beads came out from the blade, which fell between her and Fang Jingci.Mu Xiyun took a step back, pointed at the red line of blood on the ground, and said with the utmost indifference: "Today you and I cut off the marriage, and the friendship between Jinlan and Jinlan ends here. Yiye Gucheng does not welcome visitors from Cangwu City. One step into Lishan Mountain, I, Mu Xiyun, will definitely do it myself, and I will never die."

Ten feet away, Ye Yunqi, the head of Lishan Mountain, stood on the stone steps high in the mountain gate, looking coldly at the future female city lord of Cangwu City. I couldn't restrain the killing intent in my heart.

He never imagined that his kind reminder three years ago turned out to be a prophecy in the end. What he said to Guihai Wenjing mentioned all of the new emperor Lingcheng, the Yanxi Zhong family, and the Dingkang Zhou family. Over and over again, only the Cangwu Fang family is less mentioned.No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't predict it, but in the end it turned out to be a family friend whom he trusted wholeheartedly, and the Erfei Medicine Sect overwhelmed the whole family.

Ye Yunqi coughed a few times, and raised his hand to wipe away the strand of black blood choking from the corner of his mouth.

The last ray of the setting sun disappeared into the sky, and the twilight fell quietly. The boy was forced to grow up in the blood and tears brought by a bowl of sangqin wine.Ye Jianwei retreats to practice martial arts, Gui Haixi escapes into Buddhism, Mu Xiyun kills himself in Dumen, Fang Jingci returns home lonely, Yan Lan resolutely leaves, telling Xie that he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

Everyone has their own way, and each generation has its own destiny.

The future is unknown, but fortunately, the future can be expected.

Baiyun Canggou, things change and stars move.

A year later, the rivers and seas of Kyushu were cleared, and the peace was achieved through singing and dancing.

In the imperial garden of the harem of the imperial capital, the day-to-day emperor Dayin rarely had leisure time, admiring the flowers and the scenery with his new favorite concubine Yan.

This harem upstart, surnamed Yan and named Lan, was born in a clean and good family in Qianyong City, Gyeongju.Rumor has it that she was selected as a concubine by a master at Yi'an Temple on the outskirts of the imperial capital, who gave her lottery instructions.This concubine of Yan is quiet, gentle, and graceful. Even when she talks to the palace people on weekdays, she is soft-spoken, graceful and graceful. She has never spoken harshly. It is no wonder that the emperor likes such a beautiful woman. .

It's a pity that there will always be some troubles in the springtime. When the news of Guihai Wenjing's death came, Yan Lan was standing beside Ling Cheng, holding a pair of golden scissors to repair the flowering branches of begonias.

She was pregnant, and when she heard the bad news, sweet blood rushed to her throat, but she didn't dare to spit it out, and swallowed it back.Half of the strange grief could not be exposed, the golden scissors in her hands had deep bluish-white marks on her palms, the crimson crabapple flowers in front of her eyes suddenly became dazzling, her vision was blurred, her eyes were as red as blood, in a trance she It seemed to be back to that night when blood flowed into rivers.

Xu Shisuhui's serious trouble has been resolved. In the eyes of the emperor of Kyushu, the life and death of Er Fei Medicine Sect Master is just a trivial matter. When Ying Wei reported it, Ling Cheng didn't deliberately avoid it. Impatiently waving his hand, when he turned around, he saw Yan Lan's figure suddenly plummeting.

The palace people heard that Concubine Yan was hit by a bloody evil spirit, and her fetal gas was moved. She lay on the bed for three days before she managed to recover.

On the day of waking up, Yan Lan retreated all the palace people, held the golden scissors calmly, and sat alone from the twilight to the dawn.The first ray of morning light poured into the window lattice, Yan Lan looked at the white belly in the distant sky, wiped away the last tear on her face, and slowly but firmly raised the corners of her lips to herself in the bronze mirror.

The cold wind filled her empty robe sleeves, and at this moment, hatred finally completely propped up Gui Haiyanlan's spine.

Concubine Yan finally gave birth to a princess, but her body was injured during childbirth, making it difficult to conceive.The emperor took pity on her so much that he directly made the imperial concubine.But even so, after listening to the imperial physician's careful report, the imperial concubine turned pale and pointed at the begonia flowers slanted in the beauty cup with trembling fingers, and was speechless for a long time.

From then on, everyone in the palace knew that Concubine Yan Gui, the concubine who loved the sixth palace, would never see Haitang again.

The imperial concubine was heartbroken and haggard for a long time. The emperor was so distressed that he allowed the imperial concubine to go out of the palace occasionally to pray for blessings at Yi'an Temple on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

The year after the princess was born, in the backyard of Zhong Ping Hou's mansion, an aunt gave birth to Zhong Ping Hou Chuhong's second son, but it was a pity that this child came at an unfortunate time. When he was just one year old, the eldest son of the mistress at home unfortunately died Yao, the originally insignificant concubine suddenly became the eldest son of Lord Hou, and instantly became the thorn in the side of the mistress.

Fortunately, the child was born weak, and suffered from a serious illness when he was two years old. The aunt had no choice but to go to the main courtyard of the back house. The big maid next to the mistress looked at the aunt who was kneeling on the ground with contempt, her lips parted and closed. He said eight words - "The son of a lowly concubine is not worthy of a doctor."

Ji Wuwei knelt in the snow for a long while with lowered eyes, and the light words fell on her body, causing her shoulders to drop.She realized very clearly that Chu Heng could not stay in the Chu family.She knows better than anyone else how high this seemingly weak child can stand in Kyushu in the future, but the premise is that he has to live to that day.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye, and it was reported from Kyushu that the new head of Lishan Mountain, Ye Jianwei, entered the Mahayana. Ji Wuyu knew that Chu Heng's chance had come.On the fifth day after receiving the letter, Mu Xiyun, the owner of the Lishan Astrology Pavilion, traveled day and night from Yiye Gucheng to the imperial capital.

Mu Xiyun looked at the demure and gentle woman as before, tears rolled all over his face like broken beads.She stroked Ji Wusu's face with trembling hands, calling her name over and over again incoherently.

She gently agreed to every sentence, and responded to Mu Xiyun tirelessly, with a faint smile on her lips all the time.

Mu Xiyun looked up at the bun on Xu Xie's head, his heart ached like a knife, and he could hardly breathe.She squatted down covering her face, and finally sat on the ground and cried like a child.This is the girl who once made the entire Lishan proud, with a celestial beauty and a natural beauty, but now she has become a lowly concubine that everyone can step on in the dark back house.

Wu Wei didn't mention the toss and turns in the imperial capital these years, it seems that all the sufferings are just passing clouds that are not worth mentioning.She pulled Mu Xiyun to the bedside, put Chu Heng's hand in Mu Xiyun's calmly and solemnly, but once again stubbornly rejected Mu Xiyun's proposal to take her back to Lishan Mountain.

"He and I, the Chu family will only let one go at most." She looked at her sleeping son tenderly, stroked his cheek lightly, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Don't let Ah Yue know, let alone let him do it for me." I will never take any revenge. I just want him to grow up safely and happily, and let him live for himself. If he can meet someone he likes in the future, who also loves him and loves him, and live a good life, this is It's best."

Mu Xiyun covered her mouth and cried again.

In the bitter cold wind, Mu Xiyun carried the four-year-old little Chu Heng into the carriage, and Ji Wusu stood by the side door of Zhong Pinghou's mansion, waving and smiling at them.

Mu Xiyun couldn't bear to look away. She opened the window of the carriage and whispered in Chu Heng's ear, "Ah Yue, you must firmly remember your mother's appearance and her last name. You must remember , she is waiting for you to grow up, wait for you to be strong enough to take her home."

Chu Heng looked at Mu Xiyun, who had tears in his eyes, and then at Ji Wusu, who had gentle brows outside the car, and nodded ignorantly.

However, they did not wait until that day, and the fateful encounter finally came five years later.

In the Yi'an Temple on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the maid of Zhong Pinghou's mansion helped Wuxi get out of the carriage, chattering non-stop: "I heard that there is a lottery in Yi'an Temple, my aunt should have come to ask for a lottery."

The sky was full of rays of light against the rising sun, and the mountains and rivers in the east in the distance were stained with carmine. As soon as Ji Wujuxi got out of the carriage, the morning light immediately fell all over her body and face. She looked at the rising sun in the east and stood there. Looking far away in the direction of a lonely city in the east, nostalgia and nostalgia were written in her eyes.She stared intently for a long time, until the maid yelled twice before she suddenly came back to her senses.

The maid also looked towards the east, but she didn't see why for a long time, she couldn't help asking: "What is Auntie looking at?"

Wu Xi looked away, just smiled and shook his head.

There were not many people who came to burn incense and ask for lottery in the early morning, and it happened that they came. The most famous lottery-relieving monk in Yi'an Temple, Master Wanggui, happened to be reciting Buddha in the temple at this time.

Ji Wujuxi stepped into the main hall of the temple, and her eyes inadvertently touched the back of the futon sitting not far away. Suddenly, her heart was beating like a drum, and no matter how hard she looked, the novice maids around her seemed to be far away from her at this moment. Go, there is only the sitting figure in front of me, and the name that has been engraved in my heart countless times——

GUI Hai cherishes the dynasty.

Master Wanggui seemed to have sensed something, the hand holding the prayer beads stopped suddenly, his back was stiff, and he turned around slowly.

The reunion was too late.

The maid looked at Ji Wusu who was stunned, and called softly, "Aunt?"

The monk put his palms together and walked forward: "Master, this female benefactor is here to ask for a lottery."

Too late.

One foot away, close at hand.

The distance of five steps is separated by the irreversible time and the end of the world.

They are so close, yet so far away.

The string of sandalwood beads that had been touched countless times between the fingers suddenly broke, and the beads danced and rolled to the ground, like someone's heart fell into dust.

The maid hurriedly caught up with Ji Wuju who had turned to leave, and said in surprise, "Auntie won't ask for a signature?"

"I can't ask for it... I can't ask for it in this life." Her voice was too soft, and it was scattered in the wind as soon as she spoke, and no one could hear those low-pitched wails.

The names of each other could not be called aloud, and the phrase "like" that was 19 years late was not said in the end.

Wanggui watched the slender figure walk out of his sight step by step, tears streaming down his face before he knew it.

His Buddha heart is not well cultivated. With a knife, the hope that has been hidden in the deepest part of his heart for more than ten years has been stripped away bit by bit, and even his soul has been chopped up completely. It seems that what exists in this world is just a hollow eye. The Walking Dead.

The place in the chest and atrium suddenly became empty.

April 11rd in the [-]th year of Tianhe is destined to be an extraordinary day. After the unexpected encounter, the long-separated reunion will follow.

Not long after they walked out of the temple, they saw a line of guard maids, surrounded by a gorgeously dressed woman in palace attire, walking towards the main hall.

Eyes met in mid-air, Yan Lan's heart beat violently, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the person in front of her: "You..."

Vu Xie stopped in his tracks, momentarily speechless.

They recognized each other at the first sight, but they didn't embrace each other after the reunion, they just looked at each other for a long time.The palace servants around her bowed their heads and stood silently. Yan Lan didn't come back to her senses until the maid of Wuxi reminded her. She took two steps forward, with nostalgia clearly in her eyes, but her voice was very flat: "You look so beautiful. Like an old friend of mine."

The person in front of her was dressed in a complicated palace attire, telling her that her heart was full of turmoil, but her face was calm. She smiled and said, "There are many similar people in the world."

"Maybe, my old friend died many years ago."

Yan Lan's tone was gentle, and she bit the word "gone" very hard, as if she was just missing her old friend.But Wu Xi could hear the deep meaning in her words, he couldn't help but feel tense, and just said: "My condolences."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Xi took a step back, bowed his head and nodded, took the maid's hand around Yan Lan, and walked quickly towards the carriage of Zhong Pinghou's mansion.

Yan Lan turned around and looked at the distant figure, her eyes were dim.

What this reunion brought her was not the joy of "resurrection" from the dead, but a great panic.

Now it is the 11th year of Tianhe, the No. 13th year when she entered the palace as a concubine, the time is not long enough, and the poison accumulated over time is not enough to kill the emperor.She needs to continue to be by Ling Cheng's side for a longer period of time. She cannot let Ling Cheng find out about her background. She must have a clean family background and a clean heart.But now, there are variables that can make her fail——

Ji Wusu knew her surname, her past, and everything about her.

This seemed to be just an accident. The emperor's shadow guard, who was disguised as an escort beside the imperial concubine, still stood respectfully, and didn't seem to notice anything.Yan Lan didn't know how they would report their itinerary to the emperor after they returned, and the unknown often implies the possibility of things getting out of control.

She will never allow her success to fall short.

Yan Lan caressed the bracelet on her wrist, narrowed her eyes slowly, and said indifferently, "Go back to the palace."

Three days later, Zhong Pinghou's mansion suddenly received an order from the palace.

When Ji Wuwu heard the news, she was sewing summer clothes for children who had just turned five years old. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of the needle suddenly pricked her finger, and round drops of blood dripped on the silk and satin, staining a deep red.

She blinked vigorously until the maid said it a second time before she realized the meaning behind her words. Concubine Yan Gui, who was the most beloved of the Sixth Palace, suddenly wanted to see Chu Xin and Chu Yan for no reason.

"The aunt in charge of the imperial concubine's palace is waiting in the front hall. Auntie, hurry up and take the young lady and young master there. This is a great favor." The maid urged.

It took a long time for Xu Xi to come back to her senses, she sucked the pricked finger, the blood was bitter.

Chu Xin and Chu Yan were quickly sent to the front hall, and Ji Wusu had foreseen her own end in the back of the palace maid holding the two children.

The grand maid seemed to have noticed the worried gaze of a mother behind her, and when she turned around the corridor, she suddenly turned her head and smiled at her.

The warm spring breeze in April blew on her body, but the biting coolness soaked into her heart. She closed her eyes, and she had no choice between the child and herself.

Yan Lan, Concubine Yan Gui has already written the ending for her.

Chu Xin and Chu Yan came back safely from the palace in the evening. The two children excitedly told their mothers about the majesty of the palace, and about Concubine Yan coaxing them to play kindly. The two children changed their clothes, took them to eat, and gently stroked the children's tender cheeks before going to bed. She squatted down, took them into her arms, and said softly: "In the future, you must listen to your mother, and don't forget that your brother is here. Lishan."

This sentence was like an ominous beginning, after two days, complained that he was greedy for cold at night, and suddenly caught a cold.The illness came on violently, violently and urgently, and no one thought that within a month, the person would already be dying.

It was impossible for the noble concubine to hear the news of the death of an aunt in Zhongpinghou's mansion, but one month ago, the two children of this aunt had entered the palace, so the eldest maid kept an eye out and asked the noble concubine Take a bite.

After Yan Lan listened, she lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time. Finally, she gave a faint "hmm". The maid brought the tea cup to her hand, and she took a sip of it. The tea was bitter.

The early summer sun shines on the imperial concubine's well-maintained catkins. Yan Lan sits in front of the window, watching the grand lady meticulously dye these slender hands with Koudan. The color is extremely bright red, as if her fingertips are stained with blood.

She turned her head and looked out of the window, and the succulents in the pond were blooming one after another, brilliant and dazzling, and the crabapple that had been growing deep in her memory finally withered completely in the heart of the old man.

Mu Xiyun took Chu Heng back to the imperial capital for the last journey, but he inadvertently heard the servants of Zhong Pinghou's mansion sighing, lamenting that the beauty's fate is unlucky.It was said that Chu Xin and Chu Yan had only entered the eyes of the noble concubine in the palace a month ago, and even entered the palace, but the biological mother suddenly fell ill and died of a sudden illness.

Mu Xiyun repeatedly chewed the word "entering the palace", unable to tell whether it was disappointment or anger, his eyes gradually became cold, as if the sky filled with ice and snow poured into his heart, chilling to the bone and blood.

"Friends of Jinlan." She sneered, tears welled up in her eyes.

Under the eaves, there was a spring swallow holding mud. She looked up at the familiar flying swallow, and sighed lightly and slowly.

The old swallow that flew away could never come back after all.

Chu Heng was far more sensitive than Mu Xiyun imagined. On the second day after Ji Wusu was buried, he suddenly asked without any warning: "Master, did my mother really die of illness?"

Mu Xiyun was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously turned his head away. The two words that were almost blurted out had already reached his lips, and he quickly put them back——

Never let Ah Yue know that I want him to live for himself.

"Yes." Mu Xiyun met Chu Heng's gaze and nodded in response.

Tangtanglishui carried time rolling away. Six years later, Ye Jianwei, the lord of the Eastern Capital, looked at the young man who came out of the sky to shake Kyushu on the line of the broken sea in Lishan Mountain. His gaze seemed to pass through the long time, and he saw the long gone old friend.

What his father said was right, the third Dongjun in Lishan Mountain was surnamed Ji Wu, but in the end, she was not the amazingly talented girl who was unmatched by her peers.

Every year at the head of the river, I listen to the water of the river, and every year I don't see my old friends.

The sincerity and heart that Yun Yunlishui had witnessed had all changed completely in the end.

[Four extra episodes]

The author says:

Let's do multiple choice questions! !

After the main text is finished, the following options are available for Tiantian:

1. Su Lang and Xinghui's sweet honey day, regular episodes;

2. Ye Shuli and Xiao Gaomin's mutual "harm" episode;

3. After losing the horse, Chu Heng returns to Lishan Mountain;

4. Xing Hun Chu Heng Shuli's story about doing evil in Lishan Mountain when he was a child;

5. Other messages you want to see!You can point out!

About two or three stories will be written in the special episode, depending on the volume of the bowl.If you see the cuteness here, you can tell me which ones you want to see above~

Volume Six