Zhuji Runyu - Fragrant Honey Colleagues

Zhuji sat on the Wangchuan ferry, touching her neck, thankful that her head was back.The last executioner was really the one who made her suffer another catastrophe even before she died.

Not knowing what kind of torture the third life would be, Zhuji secretly lamented that Runyu really knows how to use people well, and this new appointment has lived up to the entrustment.

She counted the time, and it has been nearly a hundred days, and she has a feeling of not knowing the palace in the sky, and what year it is today.Through the layers of aurora in Wangchuan, she wanted to find the golden shadow of Tiangong, and the lonely figure in the golden shadow, but the only thing she entered was the boundless and endless dome of Wangchuan.

And Runyu in Xuanji Palace stayed up all night. He didn't have to wait for a long time, but he still couldn't change this habit.The Nightmare Beast was lying at his feet, shaking its head from time to time, looking in the direction of the Palace of Sending Clouds, as if it was waiting for someone to return.

Runyu brewed tea alone in the hall, tasting one of the most pleasant flavors in the world. The tea fragrance was even stronger and quieter in the empty hall where no one was there.

He drank a glass of amber tea soup, squeezed the small cup, and patted its small head. Over the years, he had been wondering how close the nightmare beast was to Zhuji.

"Are you thinking about her too?"

The nightmare beast rubbed against his palm, babbled, and looked at him with wet eyes, as if begging, but it looked a bit like her.

"She's gone down to earth and can't come back now. You want to see her, don't you?"

Nightmare Beast stood up, nodded happily, and ran around him three times.

Runyu cast a spell with a wave, the dust-seeing mirror suddenly lit up, and the nightmare beast ran to the mirror and waited seriously.Zhuji's figure appeared in a moment. She was on the execution ground, her hands and feet were bound, and the wooden sign behind her neck, which confirmed her body, was being taken away by the executioner.

Her appearance has not changed, and although she is wearing a prison uniform, she is very clean, and her hair is not messed up in the slightest.With a calm expression, he actually smiled at the executioner in relief, waiting for the executioner to spray wine and drop the knife.

Then the knife fell, and blood spattered everywhere.The Nightmare Beast was so startled that it jumped into Runyu's arms, closing its eyes and not daring to look again.But the knife was not severed, and he could still see Zhuji's painful convulsions after falling to the ground in the looking glass. The executioner made another knife, and finally his head was decapitated.

He comforted the nightmare beast and let it go.I saw Zhuji's two lives in the world alone in the palace, the looking glass flickered and disappeared, frame by frame, she smiled happily in the suffering.He closed his eyes, as if unconsciously crushing the glass cup in his hand.

In Zhuji's third life, the story with Runyu is very short, but her life is very long.From the year of the golden hairpin to the time of peach and plum blossoms, but it has been the rest of my life to remember and wait until the octogenarian.

She is the daughter of a sinful family, but at the age of four or five, she was exiled with her parents from the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River to Luntai, where the sky is full of yellow sand and there is no rain all year round.

When she came here, she had a father and a mother, but it was probably the fate of a lone star from the evil spirits. Her father died at the age of eight, and her mother died at the age of ten. So he was sent to the government office as a servant, serving tea and water to entertain officials coming and going.

His father was originally a small official in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and she was the jewel in his father's palm, named Zhuji.

Her parents are loving, they love her extremely, they often praise her for being smart, and they began to teach her to read and write at the age of three.

The well-off family in Qingliu was exiled to Luntai surrounded by desert because of the implication of the superior's drunken anti-poem.

The northwest desert is bitterly cold, with poor supplies, and is often harassed by barbarians.In order to prevent wind and sand, the bungalows here are dug underground, and the walls are rammed with loess. Even if the lights are not turned on during the day, the houses are very dark.

Every day, my father had to plow the fields, open up wasteland, fetch water and dig wells. There was no old lady and servant at home, so my mother took care of all the chores.My father could no longer use pine smoke and Mojing County paper to write and paint, and my mother no longer had brocade and pearl hairpins.

But even so, my father would still talk to Zhuji about the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and would use branches to draw pictures of the exquisite pavilions and platforms in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty moon and misty rain, and the green mountains and rivers.He would teach her those poems about Jiangnan, and in the cold night when the north wind howled, he looked up at the sky and recited it over and over again.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Neither father nor mother waited until they returned to their hometown, leaving only two jars of ashes, and they never forgot to bring them back to Jiangnan.

She is alone, and she doesn't know when she will see hope.Until one day, she was outside the official office, using dead branches to write a poem her father taught her.

The sandy land is no better than rice paper, and there is no turning point of the strokes.Her handwriting is very clear and meaningful, and the outlines are vigorous and powerful.

A boat is light, but the oars are startled.The water is clear and the sky is clear, and the shadow is Zhanboping.The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights up the cigarette.Crossing Shaxi is fast, Shuangxi is cold, Yuexi is bright.

At this point in writing, there was a wind blowing, and the first half of the scene faded away. She sighed slightly, and suddenly heard someone chant behind her.

It's like a painting, and the music is like a screen.Count back then, Xu Lao Yan Ling.Monarchs and ministers have a dream, and the past and present have empty names.But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the dawn mountains are green.

She turned around, and saw a man in cloth clothes, the clothes had been washed so that the original color could not be seen clearly.His face was full of wind and frost, and the corners of his lips were chapped, but he praised with a calm smile.

"Little girl, your handwriting is also very good."

The author has something to say: I also want to sprinkle candy, but it's so difficult! ! !Happy holidays everyone ~ Long live the motherland.