When Zhou Dai left the palace, he knew that Fu Ling and his party had arrived at the city gate. But two hours after she returned home, there was still no trace of Fu Ling. So the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she scolded this girl for being untruthful, even if she was severely punished, she was still so arrogant that it was difficult to cure it at all

In this way, after another hour passed, even the gray sky was already black, but there was still no movement outside the door, Zhou Dai finally summoned the servants and maids with a cold face, and asked Fu Ling with a cold face why he had not returned to the house

When she asked, the servant and maid who came forward turned white, and she was silent for a moment before she whispered helplessly, "Your Highness, the county lord went to the city gate and turned his head to Jinshan." ”

As soon as the words "Jinshan" fell, Zhou Dai's face froze. She raised her hand and hit the octagonal glazed palace lamp on her side, staring at the dark sky, endured it for a while, and finally sneered angrily, "I don't know that I can give birth to an infatuation in the middle of the night, is she going to the mountains to see hell?"

As night fell, the clouds were gone.

On the top of the golden mountain, the ancient cypress towers to the sky in the shade of the trees, a stele is erected in front of the tomb of the prince of Aichong, engraved with the eight big characters of "the tomb of the prince of Aichong Zhou Luohe". On the top, there are four words of the King of Zhou's handwritten plaque "Eternal Martyrdom", and on both sides there are more "Brave and forever protect my Zhou, and the loyal soul is still strong mountains and rivers." ”

The moonlight was shining brightly, and there was silence all around. Fu Ling stood quietly in front of the tomb with Yi'er in her arms, dressed in red like a flame, with plump shoulders and soft body, her eyes were slightly moist, and her eyebrows were still arrogant, but her eyes were neither excited nor resentful, only as sad as death.

The brave will always protect my Zhou loyalty, and the soul is still strong

Yes, on the day he led his troops out on the expedition, the sun shone brightly, and the whole city was full of joy. She was at the gate of the city, and saw her son-in-law with a bow and arrow, holding a halberd, sitting high on a neighing horse. It was heroic and majestic, and no one could compare with it. At that time, the people around were all admiring along the street, the Tao was the crown prince, Zhou Guowei was the luck of the Zhou country, and it was the luck of the people, but her heart was only beating suddenly, and she didn't understand that he was the prince of a country, and he should have put his safety first, but why, he had to go to the Shura field again and again

In the night, among the shadowy branches, the occasional unknown birdsong came from the forest, and the cry was extremely hoarse, and it seemed even more empty and lonely before the tombstone.

Since this journey, Fu Ling has a thousand words in her heart, she has thought all the way, thought all the way, but finally came to Luo He's tomb, but she couldn't say anything, and she couldn't say anything.

The weather was hot and stuffy, but Fu Ling felt chills all over her body. The bone-chilling cold also made her have to clearly realize that her Luo He really died on the battlefield, died in this difficult day, and even, died in her memory. The darkness of the night was terrible, but what was even more terrifying was her dead heart. She obviously thought that her heart would no longer beat anymore, but now facing him like this, she could still feel the heart-burning pain.

She thought that he could come to her, even if he became a ghost, and she would not be afraid at all

She wished he could touch her cheek lightly and smile at her as usual, and when he looked at her, the stars in the sky could cast a little starlight in his dark eyes. He would gently ask her, "Ah Ling is unhappy in her heart, who doesn't have long eyes, and disturbed my little Ah Ling" If so, she will definitely glare at him fiercely, squinting at him in annoyance as usual and saying, "It's you who don't have long eyes."

However, the night was deep, and the silence in the dark mountains was terrifying, and her Luo He still did not come.

It seemed that after a long time, Fu Ling finally moved, she slowly moved her steps closer to the tombstone, and slowly squatted down with Yi'er in her arms.

She held back the sourness in her heart, and trembled and reached out to caress the cold tombstone. She smiled miserably and felt the biting cold, and asked softly, "Zhou Luohe, do you regret it now?"

As she spoke, she had slowly closed her red eyes, and hot tears slowly fell from her delicate side face, she gently pasted Yi'er's sleeping and tender little face, and finally whispered like a sigh, "Wu'er, what is buried in your head here is your father who you can't see forever, and you can't touch it."

Back then, Wang Yuxi's biological mother Yu had been with the eldest princess Dai for many years, always by her side. At that time, the eldest princess Dai and Lu went to the palace to be taught, and the Yu family also went with them. In this way, the Yu family also knew the secret passage in the palace by mistake. It is precisely because of this that Wang Yuxi was able to easily come to Zhou Rushui's side among the heavy guards.

Knowing the reason, Zhou Rushui couldn't help but be stunned, her dark eyes turned, she looked at Wang Yuxi with round apricot eyes, and asked with full vigilance, "Even if this is the case, San Lang won't even know a thing or two about the secret passages in the palace."

Seeing her vigilant appearance of stepping on her sore feet, eating and wiping clean and turning her face in a blink of an eye, Wang Yuxi lowered her head, took her delicate little hand noncommittally, and walked leisurely to the gold candlestick inlaid with jewels and precious stones on the side of the wall.

In the candlelight, he slowly picked up a burning candle. After a while, Shi Shiran looked back at Zhou Rushui, he looked at her gently, took her hand, and led her to the curly grass pattern at the bottom of the candlestick, exerting force, turning slightly.

After a while, I heard a slight crisp sound coming low, and with the crisp sound, the originally airtight wall moved even more, and slowly, a hole door opened.

The door of the cave was pitch black, and Zhou Rushui looked inside, and felt that the secret passage was terrifyingly narrow, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

Seeing this, she raised her eyes to Wang Yuxi, and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "The shape of this secret passage is really a little unbearable, how can it be that it is not my aunt who dug it up?" When she said this, her beautiful eyebrows were frowned in one place, and her face was full of words, like a fish in her throat.

This look is very innocent and delicate, and a faint smile appeared in Wang Yuxi's eyes, his bright black eyes were shining, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was beautiful and bewildering. With a slight bow, he winked at Zhou Rushui and said, "The days are short and the nights are long, why don't you and I travel with candles" and said, he didn't say more, and pulled Zhou Rushui to the secret passage and into the darkness.

The secret passage is narrow and dim, and the deeper you go, the more you seem to have no end in sight, Zhou Rushui followed Wang Yuxi one step behind, only to feel that he fell from light to darkness in an instant.

In the darkness, their footsteps were steady and shallow, and their hands were drawn into long shadows in the faint candlelight. Looking at that pair of shadows, Zhou Rushui suddenly felt a little hindsight, and suddenly felt that at this moment, he was not only taking her to this dark long road, but also to him, to the clouds that were difficult for others to touch.

At the other end, the smoke is across the forest, the mountains are shining in the distance, and a round of crescent moon is reflected on the earth.

Zhou Dai stared at Fu Ling's small figure squatting in front of the prince's tomb with a staring face, waved away the maid, and slowly approached, until he endured it for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and reprimanded, "I have been away from home for many years, I knew you would come here."

But I don't want you to even go back to the house, just anxious to see this depressed dead man, I am the mother who gave birth to you and raised you, is it possible that in your heart, the living are not as important as the dead, or you are always obstinate, regardless of others"

From the sound of footsteps from far to near, Fu Ling's expression was a dignified, and now when she heard that the person who came was Zhou Dai, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to say that God had finally protected her.

After a while, I saw her slowly turning back with her somewhat numb knees, her eyes were a little bland, and she smiled lazily, "I just insist on going my own way, so what's more, although my mother gave birth to me, but all I raised and taught me was Luo He, talking nonsense in front of the dead, and my mother is not afraid of nightmares in the coming days?"

Over the years, Zhou Dai knew that he would no longer be able to have children, so he devoted half of his mind to Fu Ling, just looking at her being able to be a mother and a filial daughter here. I feel that she has done so much over the years, and the prince has also gone, Fu Ling can always be soft on her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this party met, Fu Ling would peel off the flesh and skin to confront her, and she was a little annoyed and angry for a while, although she was still steady, and her posture was still luxurious and graceful, but in the depths of her eyes, she was already embarrassed and lonely.

At this moment, Yi'er moved in Fu Ling's arms, and with a slight shake of her little head, she whimpered like a kitten. At that time, the atmosphere was already calm and terrible, and the cry of this child was even more earth-shattering.

Hearing the sound, Fu Ling's expression changed, and Zhou Dai felt that his heart missed a beat. Her expression changed suddenly, and she looked at Fu Ling, who was busy picking up Yi'er and shaking slowly, her eyes flashed, and she opened her lips and asked, "Where did this baby come from?" This question is three points doubtful and seven points determined, and her suspicious gaze is swept from top to bottom on Fu Ling's body, and she is full of shrewdness.

With such scrutiny, Fu Ling's heart couldn't stop shaking. But she dared to come back with Yi'er, because she was fully prepared. Then she only snorted coldly, and smiled softly, "Mother thinks he is from somewhere" said, she raised her chin slightly, facing Zhou Dai's suspicious gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Mother, don't think that he is just an outcast."

At this point, she even more bluntly stuffed Yi'er into Zhou Dai's arms, raised her eyebrows, and said playfully, "On my way back to Fengyi, I happened to meet this abandoned baby." At that time, he was hidden under a plantain and cried like a cat. I was so bored that I called my servant to look for him, so I picked him up by mistake. Originally, seeing that he was not a cat but a baby, I was going to throw him back. Who knew that he suddenly opened his eyes to look at me, and there was a little bit of Luo He's shadow on his eyebrows, which made me reluctant. So he stayed like this, and raised him like a child. ”

Zhou Dai inexplicably held a baby in his hand, as if he had received a hot potato. She stared at Fu Ling with flickering eyes, and then at the baby in her arms, her eyebrows were frowned.

Just now she saw Fu Ling's small group nesting in front of the tombstone, and she felt upset. It's good now, when Fu Ling turned around, there was a small ball in his hand. Now the swaddling clothes were shoehorned into her hands again, soft and light and terrifying. If it was according to her usual temperament, she would naturally let go and scoff at her immediately. But when she looked at the bright eyes in her arms, which were still covered with a layer of water, and saw the baby's pink little mouth babbling, the poor baba couldn't even speak, no matter how she looked at it, it made her frightened

For a while, Zhou Daizhi was confused, and his hands were stiff, and he raised his eyes to look at Fu Ling for a while, and said hard without knowing his thoughts, "You haven't left the pavilion, your sister-in-law is holding a baby and claiming to be a young son, how do you marry in the future, and how others will look at you?"

"Marrying" Hearing this, Fu Ling laughed out loud, and she sneered: "Mother is really getting older and more confused, do you think that Luo He and I will have an innocent body in the morning and twilight, and in this world, who will treat me more generously than him?"

As she spoke, her eyes were faintly red, and she couldn't hold back the trembling of her palms and gently brushed away the broken hair that slipped down her cheeks, and she looked at Zhou Dai with a sneer, and pointed at Yi'er in her arms with a full pretense of not care, and pulled her mouth coldly