Sixteen years ago, Yecheng in the middle of the Zhou Dynasty

In the severe pain, Zhou Rushui suddenly opened her eyes, her delicate thick eyelashes flashed, and she reached out to cover her faintly painful heart, before she muttered, and when she lowered her eyes, she was shocked and inhaled, looked at her slender and white fingers in surprise, covered her lips, and her eyes were soft and tactful.

Now, she sat alone in a splendid carriage with dark colors and empty walls! Outside the carriage, there was a lot of noise. In the spacious carriage, she had a white tiger skin under her feet, and Zeland's incense burner burned beside her, and the light smoke in the furnace was swirling, and the fragrance of the spacious carriage was overflowing.

Her hair was hairpinned with a cloisonné gold entwined peony flying white jade butterfly, and her placket and waist were inlaid with pearls and gems.

As soon as the sound of Huan Pei sounded, the maid's low inquiring voice came from outside, and she asked softly, "Is the lady awake?"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui's long fingers trembled, his eyes blinked slightly, and after a while, he said "um" lightly through the curtain.

"The lady slept so deeply today, and she couldn't wake up even if she called you. Outside, hearing her response, the maid's voice was extremely pleasant, paused, and continued quite affectionately: "Lady, we have arrived at the gate of the South City!"

"South City Gate?" Zhou Rushui was stunned, her hand was still pinching her arm, and when she twisted it, she almost screamed in pain. But when she heard the three words of the South City Gate, her cry swallowed back into her throat, her eyelashes quickly stirred twice, and she stood up straight from the couch with a trembling heart, and after a long time through the curtain, she couldn't wait to call out: "A-Ying......" But, A-Ying?

"Slave here. Su Ying was at a loss, she smiled and said angrily: "The female monarch is sleeping?

Hearing the sound, Zhou Rushui was stunned for a long time, biting the corner of his lip and slowing down, before he said lightly outside the curtain: "But it's you who suffered." ”

Her tone was unusually gentle, and that gentleness made Su Ying's face red, and she suddenly couldn't answer.

In the carriage, Zhou Rushui was stunned and stunned, she raised her beautiful little face slightly, and after a while, her eyes were already sparkling and full of tears.

Shuying has been with her since she was a child, and when the Zhou clan died, Shuying exchanged identities with her in order to save her, and took the same person, skin, mask, and mask as her, and willingly suffered the punishment of Lingchi for her.

Outside the carriage, Shu Ying didn't know that the owner of the carriage had changed. Seeing that Zhou Rushui didn't make much noise, she looked forward to it for a week, and said briskly to the car: "Female monarch, today Qin Yuan and Liu Zheng are going to be infinitely beautiful! Now, the carriages of all the families are gathering here and are about to block the city gate! They must have listened to the praise of the female monarch praising Qin Yuan and Liu Zheng, and they all want to see Liu Zheng's demeanor! In this way, Liu Zheng's talent and fame will definitely spread far and wide! He should also know your good!"

The sound of Su Ying is joy. In the car, Zhou Rushui didn't hear it, yesterday was always like a dream, she reached out and rubbed her face, and pinched her arm fiercely, as if only the tingling sensation could tell her that this qiē was true. It wasn't until the fair skin on his arm was pinched red that Zhou Rushui stopped moving.

She never believed in strange powers, but this time, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. She really didn't die! Time really turned back for her!

After bathing in the fire*, Zhou Rushui thought he was dead. It turns out that the appearance of death is to fall into a room like a tide of mist, time will not flow, she will not be hungry, she will not be sleepy, she will not be old, and she will not be able to get out. She was trapped inside, like a bird in a cage, and a lonely bird that no one was watching. She was miserable, and when she was young, she was locked up in a deep palace. After the destruction of the country, she was imprisoned in Liu Zheng's mansion. She burned herself to death, but she still died in a cage. Dead and dead, she thought she could see her father and brother and relatives, but she didn't want to, she was trapped in a cage again, except for painful memories, except for the heartache that never stopped every day, she didn't have anything!

How pathetic!

But one day, there was a faint sound of water waves behind her. She turned her eyes in surprise, and saw a tall and elegant figure faintly revealed in the originally empty white mist, she stared at it for a long time, and finally knew that it was a tall and thin man.

For a few days, Lang would appear there, and he would stand quietly on the other side of the white mist, as if he were looking at her, as if he were looking elsewhere. Through the mist, he stood between the smoke cages, unable to see clearly, unable to touch, and without sound, like a fairy like a dream.

Accustomed to loneliness, Zhou Rushui was in a trance, at first, she even thought that this qiē was her hallucination.

In those days when there was no sunrise and sunset, no spring, summer, autumn and winter, time seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that Zhou Rushui was so greasy that he recalled the past thousands of times and smirked at himself. At the end of the white mist, a gentle voice suddenly came, and he asked her, "Why are you happy?"

The atmosphere was really weird, it turned out that there was really someone else beside her, and how long did he look at her?

Xu has been lonely for a long time, and after being slightly surprised, Zhou Rushui did not have half a minute of dissatisfaction, she replied generously and crisply: "Laugh at my wrong steps in life, and waste a good skin in vain." ”

"Then why are you smiling and sighing?" Erlang's voice was soft and pleasant, like a spring breeze blowing through the painting hall.

"Sigh that I am too stupid, I was emotional, I was deceived everywhere, I provoked the pain of my relatives, and the enemies were happy. When he dies, he has nothing to do, and he can't hurt his enemies, but he hurts his relatives. Remembering Wang Wu, Zhou Rushui sighed again, she relied on her brother's power until she died, she knew that seeing her death, Wang Wu would definitely make Fengque's matter public, but he was himself, might he be okay?

Thinking about it, she continued in a low voice: "To this day, I have wanted to cut the enemy with a thousand knives, but I can't do anything, and I have only set a trap with death. ”

This is frivolous and vicious, but it is really helpless.

Na Lang smiled softly, and he said softly: "You can still think about this?"

Zhou Rushui also smiled, looked at his hazy figure through the mist, and said with a coax: "Always boring, you should look for something." My name is Xiao Zhou, who is under my feet?"

"My name is Ziang. ”

"The empty room is lonely, be a companion. ”

"Very good. ”

After that, Zhou Rushui finally had a companion, that is, Ziang, who could only see a figure behind the white mist. The days have passed, and the things in the past, whether it is sorrow or regret, have gradually become numb.

They don't see each other but they know each other, they don't know the bottom but they know the truth. In the endless sun and moon, in the long river of boundless years, the two rely on each other as companions, do not advance the past, only talk about the world, and occasionally play a game with words through the mist, and the days are bitter and tasteful.

So, Dang Ziang said: "Xiao Zhou, let's go out." Zhou Rushui was surprised, she just sneered: "Go out, where are you going? We're already dead! Ziang, aren't you crazy?"

Hearing this, Ziang was not annoyed, he shook his head and chuckled, his voice was vague and distant, and he said in a low voice very seriously: "Xiao Zhou, this is not hell, it's just a "Huangliang dream". "Huangliang Dream" is Xi Yao's strange technique, and the soul enters it, which can peek into the heavens and predict the future. When the dead soul enters, it can reverse the destiny of heaven and live a new life. ”

"You are the way, can I still live?"

"Yes. ”

"How can I live?"

"Put it to death, and then live. ”

"Isn't it self-determination?"