I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Shi Buyu shook his head nonchalantly, but Yin Luo said seriously: "In the beginning, I really thought that memory retention was very good. After reincarnation, I can still remember the past. It's like living an extra life. When the people around me passed away and reincarnated to forget the past, but I still remember all the past even after reincarnation, that feeling..."

Yin Luo smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's better to forget about it."

Ji Qinglin hadn't answered yet, but while she was drinking, she teased with a half-smile: "Tsk, I never expected to hear such deep words from this girl's mouth one day."

Yin Luo immediately rolled his eyes at him, curled his lips and said, "That's right, I'm not like someone, I'm a piece of wood without love or hate."

Ji Qinglin didn't know where the inexplicable tit-for-tat feeling between the two of them came from, but it was very interesting to see them bickering.

Yinluo ignored Shijiu, and walked forward while holding Ji Qinglin's arm while laughing: "Brother Tai Shi, there have been many interesting things in the past 1000 years, let me tell you."

The few people walked in the same direction as they were coming and going, listening to Yin Gong chattering while walking, sometimes laughing and sometimes bickering.

Turning to the far foot of the mountain, the carriage that brought them last night was still in place, just as they were about to get on the carriage, Fuqiu stood there and said: "This matter is over, I will not go with you."

Ji Qinglin was startled, and then smiled clearly: "Uncle, is this going to continue to survey water and soil?"

Fuqiu nodded: "The three of Gongyuan chose to plant the dragon's blood tree in Nanshan back then. I think the soil on the top of the mountain may have its own special features. I plan to go and have a look. Anyway, fireworks can still be sent. It's important, just let me know when you come back."

Before Ji Qing could respond, he showed a kind face again, and added: "For example, please invite me back for a wedding."

Ji Qinglin and Xie Wuyi looked at each other, Yin Luo and Shi Buyu looked at them with a chuckle, Shi Jiu waved his hands indifferently and said, "Let's go, let's go slowly."

Fuqiu nodded and turned around, several people watched him go, and then boarded the carriage one by one.

After getting into the car, the five of them didn't know where they were going for a moment, so they simply ordered the driver to go back the same way and go to Yudu.

Along the way, Yinluo chattered non-stop, as if he was tireless at all, which made Ji Qinglin very suspicious that he didn't give the jade pendant to the emperor, but to her.

"Brother Tai Shi, you don't know, back then we planned to... but Yun and him..."

"Oh! By the way, 600 years ago, the Illusion Pavilion created a..."

"Ah, and 300 years ago..."

Ji Qinglin listened intently, but in the end he was exhausted, his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting, he yawned and leaned on Xie Wuyi's body, and fell asleep, listening to the silver gong chanting scriptures in his ears, and in his nose. "Well", "oh", "wow" perfunctory.

Xie Wuyi had no choice but to smile wryly, so he had to put Ji Qinglin in one arm, and gesture to Yinluo with the other hand, signaling her to rest for a while.

After arriving in Yudu, they went back to Four Seasons Valley directly. Yinluo, who had been arguing all the way, finally showed a trace of tiredness. Shi Buyu and Shijiu also looked tired. abode in the valley.

Ji Qinglin and Xie Wuyi leaned against each other and rested for a few moments on the road, but at this moment he was very sober, looking at the Asuka Pavilion surrounded by crimson cherry blossoms, Ji Qinglin suddenly said: "I remembered, there are two beds in your pavilion. nothing."

Xie Wuyi said: "Don't you want to wander around the world?"

Ji Qinglin said with a smile: "Although the end of the world is good, a home is also indispensable. If you are tired of spending time, you still have to go home."

The word "family" made Xie Wuyi's heart tremble slightly, and he said warmly, "Then add one."

"Well, it must be added," Ji Qinglin added solemnly, "it needs to be big and strong, the kind that can do somersaults on top of it."

"..." Xie Wuyi was speechless for a moment, but finally nodded and smiled, "Okay."

Ji Qinglin smiled with satisfaction, and pulled Xie Wuyi to the small island in the middle of the lake.

Xie Wuyi originally thought he was going to Dongshan Mountain, but when he got to the tree crown pavilion, he turned around and stepped on the suspension bridge leading to the maple forest in Nanshan Mountain.

Xie Wuyi wondered, "This is..."

While pulling him to continue walking, Ji Qinglin said, "I'm going to pay my respects to myself."

Xie Wuyi coughed lightly. Although he felt that this behavior was really weird, he didn't stop him, and he dragged him into the maple forest.

The two tombstones stood quietly under the blood-red maple, and their positions were exactly the same as they were thousands of years ago. The one on the right belonged to Shui Jing, while the one on the left was the joint burial of the king and empress of Yu Kingdom.

Ji Qinglin casually glanced at the tombstone on the right, and saw two rows of uncolored Yu characters engraved on it:

You buried the spring to sell the bones,

My head is covered with snow. [1]

Ji Qinglin's heart twitched, and after a moment of silence, he forced a smile and turned to look at Xie Wuyi and joked, "You were still young back then, and you never even had gray hair, why did you have a 'snow-covered head'? "

Xie Wuyi could tell at a glance that he was pretending to be relaxed, but he didn't let it go, he just followed his words: "The original poem used snow as a metaphor for white hair, and I borrowed it here, so snow really refers to white hair." Snow."

When he returned to Four Seasons Mountain that year, the seasons had long since disappeared in the mountain, and the rest was covered with white snow. He didn't remember how long he had stood in that snow-covered sky, but he only knew that it was a real "snow-covered head".

Ji Qinglin knew very well how painful that period of time would be for Xie Wuyi, and couldn't help feeling annoyed that what he said just now was a little out of his head, so he hurriedly pulled him away from the tombstone, and strode to the place on the left where the king and queen "Putong" knelt down in front of the joint tomb.

Xie Wuyi looked at him in surprise, Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand and turned his face to the tombstone, then took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Today I am here to plead guilty to the elder."

"The first crime is that I failed to protect the two elders well when Yu State was in trouble."

"The second crime is to make my apprentice wait in this world for a thousand years."

"The third crime... Today, after a thousand years, I still decided to abduct him."

After finishing speaking, Ji Qinglin took Xie Wuyi and kowtowed three times, straightened up and frowned and said, "Although I know that the two elders may not be able to forgive, but now that the deal is done, the two elders are reluctant to admit it."

A chuckle came from beside him, and Ji Qinglin turned his head to look, and looked at him with a helpless smile on his face, stretched out his hand and rubbed his red forehead and said: "If the father, the queen and the queen are still alive, I am afraid they will be killed." What the master said made me angry."

After finishing speaking, he took Ji Qinglin's hand, turned to the tombstone and said, "I have explained everything about Master to my father and queen for thousands of years. Now that Master is back, I think my father and queen will be happy."

Ji Qinglin clasped his fingers with him, and after a long silence, his heart suddenly moved, he rolled his eyes, and asked softly, "Does this count as... have we worshiped half of the 'Gaotang'?"

Xie Wuyi was startled for a moment, then understood, and asked with a smile, "So should we go to Jifu now?"

Ji Qinglin nodded as a matter of course.

Xie Wuyi said: "The Yanque and the others?"

Ji Qinglin smiled slyly: "Didn't Fuqiu say it, anyway, the firework message is still there, and we can meet again at any time in the future."

Without any hesitation, Xie Wuyi directly pulled Ji Qinglin up and said, "Let's go."

Five days later.

The capital, in front of the gate of Jifu.

Ji Qinglin and Xie Wuyi stood side by side, and Bai Mao stood on the eaves in front of the mansion, looking down at the two of them condescendingly.

Looking at the mansion in front of him where he had lived for more than ten years, Ji Qinglin actually felt a sense of being close to his hometown, he hesitated for a while before pulling Xie Wuyi up the steps and knocking on the door knocker.

To Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji, he is still a "noble concubine" in the palace. Now that he has come back like this, I don't know how to explain it just because of his identity.

But fortunately... He had already claimed that he was Duanxiu without fear of death, but now it was just another person who was Duanxiu... It shouldn't be difficult to accept, right?

Just when Ji Qinglin was thinking wildly, the door of the mansion was pulled open, and the young man who poked his head out saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Grand... little... mother..."

The little servant looked aggrieved, "Young master", "Miss", and "Niangniang" three names in turn, but he still couldn't understand, scratching his head and not knowing what to do.

Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand to push the door open, smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "If you don't know how to shout, then stop shouting, it doesn't matter, where are your parents?"

Xie Wuyi followed him across the threshold, and the servant's gaze was immediately attracted to him. It was not until Ji Qinglin asked again that he came back to his senses and replied, "Oh, Mrs. and Mrs. have gone out to play."

"Going out again?" Ji Qinglin asked in surprise, "When did you go?"

The boy said: "I just left the day before yesterday."

Ji Qinglin turned his head and looked at Xie Wuyi, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, with "What a coincidence" written all over his face, then turned around and continued to ask, "Where did you go? How long will you be going?"

The boy said with a sad face: "I don't know..."

"Tsk," Ji Qinglin sighed helplessly, counted the days, and ordered, "Well, I'll come back during the Lantern Festival. If the master and wife return to the house before then, you can tell them to wait for me." Eat Yuanxiao."

The boy nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, I will remember."

After finishing the order, Ji Qinglin wanted to leave directly, but suddenly remembered something, and said to the boy: "Okay, go and do your work, don't worry about us, let's go around by ourselves."

With that said, he turned around and smiled at Xie Wuyi, and pulled him towards his room.

Pushing open the door, the room was spotless, apparently after he entered the palace, he still cleaned it every day, but all the furnishings had not been touched.

Ji Qinglin walked straight towards the bed, and when he got to the bed, he squatted down and groped under the bed, and found a book full of dust in a short while.

Xie Wuyi asked curiously, "This is?"

Ji Qing couldn't help but blushed, coughed lightly, dusted off the dust on the booklet, put it in his arms, and then replied: "It's nothing, it's a secret book."

"Cheats?" Xie Wuyi was puzzled.

Ji Qinglin was very guilty, and while dragging him out, he changed the topic and said, "By the way, I heard from Yinluo that you used to come to the mansion to spy on me while I was sleeping?"

Xie Wuyi choked, but it was indeed true, and he could only nod his head to admit it.

Ji Qinglin asked narrowly, "Apart from sleeping, have you ever peeked at other things?"

Xie Wuyi almost tripped over the threshold, he steadied his steps and said solemnly, "No."

Seeing that he answered seriously, Ji Qinglin couldn't help but pat him with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous, I won't care about you after I've seen other things."

Xie Wuyi's ears were reddish, but he still said firmly: "It's really not."

"Okay, okay, if you don't have it, you don't have it," Ji Qinglin compromised, and then changed the topic, "Then do I look good when I sleep?"

The solution to this question was without any hesitation, and he said bluntly, "It looks good."

Ji Qinglin raised his eyebrows and said, "Does it look better when you're sleeping or when you're awake?"

Xie Wuyi turned his head and stared at him for a while, then pursed his lips and smiled, and said seriously: "They all look good."

Ji Qinglin nodded contentedly.

After leaving the gate of the mansion, Xie Wuyi looked around and asked, "Where are you going now?"

Ji Qinglin rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly felt blessed, and said, "Yunzhou."

……

Yunzhou, Jiyan Pavilion.

It was evening when the two arrived, since it was Goulan, it was cold before nightfall, today's Jiyan Pavilion is the same as last time, there is not even a carriage or horse in front of the gate.

Although it is mid-winter, the bluegrass in the courtyard is still green, and it looks elegant and quiet under the afterglow of the setting sun. Ji Qinglin looked around, and finally set his eyes on the couplet in front of the building:

Dance low willow tower heart moon,

The song is full of peach blossom fans. [2]

When he came back last time, he only felt that this couplet was quite suitable for the occasion, and it complemented the place of the dance pavilion and singing stage, but looking at it now, he had a completely different understanding.

Because after these two sentences, there is actually a second line in this poem: after farewell, we meet each other in memory, and share the same dreams with the king a few times. [3]

In fact, it is the same as the name of Jiyan Pavilion, full of endless lovesickness.

Ji Qinglin had been holding Xie Wuyi's hand all the way, but now he clenched it tightly and pulled him into the building.

There were still those luthiers on the stage, they had seen them before, and now they could see that they were looking for the band master, they got up and put down the music score in their hands, nodded and smiled, and went to the backyard to inform Luoying.

After a while, the curtain leading to the backyard was lifted, and Luoying stepped into the hall, walking towards the two of them quickly.

Seeing this person who looked quite similar to himself in the previous life walking towards him, Ji Qinglin couldn't help but tease him, and asked in a low voice, "Is he prettier or am I prettier?"

Xie Wuyi didn't know why he was so obsessed with "looking good" recently, so he said helplessly, "Of course it's you."

Ji Qinglin snickered in his heart, and said, "Then you mean that I was not good-looking in my previous life?"

Xie Wuyi was not distracted by him at all, and said clearly, "He is him, you are you, and you are prettier than him in your past and present lives."

When the two were whispering, Luo Ying had already walked up to her, and only then did she see clearly the hands they held under the wide sleeves, she couldn't help but startled and said: "You are..."

Ji Qinglin shook Xie Wuyi's hand and smiled, "Didn't I promise you at the beginning that if I find out the identity of this person, I will be the first to tell you?"

Luoying coughed violently twice, and felt even more embarrassed after looking at Jie Wuyi, it was nothing more than talking about someone else's identity behind his back, why did he say it in front of "this person"?

"Now I have figured it out," Ji Qinglin said, "He is indeed not the Water Mirror God."

Luoying smiled and nodded, then heard Ji Qinglin continue: "I am."

Luoying looked at him in astonishment, as if he couldn't understand these three simple words.

The author has something to say:

[1] You buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Meng Weizhi"

[2] Dance to the heart of the moon in the willow building, and sing to the end of the peach blossom fan. ——Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky·Caixiu Courtesy Holding Jade Bell"

[3] After farewell, recall each other.A few times the soul dream is the same as the king. ——Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky·Caixiu Courtesy Holding a Jade Bell"