Lu Jin looked into the distance, and faintly saw that the Song family's mansion at the end of the street had a paulownia tree that was about a foot high, stretching over the high wall and into the street outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's not a flower that belongs to the Northland. But the wealthy officials and businessmen of the Song family were provided with fire ponds every day, and they survived in the cold land of Guanzhong.

"Lang is like a tung flower, a concubine is like a tung flower phoenix, and the past is a dream. Lu Jin's eyes were in a trance, and she saw that on the branches that had already withered in late autumn, clusters of flowers bloomed again, snow-white flowers, goose-yellow stamens, like strings of pigeons crossing the autumn sky in Chang'an.

That's their paulownia flower.

When she was ten years old, she went to Jiangnan with her mother to play and lived in the Lu family's mansion, where a paulownia tree was planted next to the wall.

At that time, it was the third spring, Qingmen Zimo, and the spring water was full of Nantang. The tung blossoms are splendid, the rain is sparse at first, the wash is clear, and the bloom is not lush and fresh.

Growing up in Guanzhong, where has she seen this, she is fresh with joy. At the age of ten, she still had a little girl's heart, and she didn't care about the dissuasion of the maid and her mother, so she climbed up on a ladder to pick paulownia flowers alone.

However, at first glance, the little hand was unstable, and the paulownia flower fell down and landed on his head as he passed by outside the wall.

At that time, as the young owner of the Song family, he took care of the family's silk business in Jiangnan. At the age of sixteen, he is heroic, with a white horse and a green shirt, and the smile on his lips carries the pride and cleanliness of a teenager.

He picked up the paulownia flowers on his shoulders in slight surprise, stopped, raised his eyes, and glanced at the girl lying on the wall playfully, and his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the flowers: "Lang is like paulownia flowers, concubines are like paulownia phoenixes, and the past is a dream." Flowers are good flowers, and poems are good poems, but the girl is younger. ”

After that, he was amused by himself, and laughed loudly, without the gentle demeanor of a disciple of the Shimen, more like the gentlemen of the rivers and lakes, wearing a green shirt and a pot of wine.

Then, at the age of ten, she lost her heart. I lost my heart for the rest of my life.

"I'm ten years old this year, I'll be eleven next year, and I'll be twelve years old the year after next......" The ten-year-old pouted unconvinced, still immature, but never so eager to prove anything to anyone, "I'll grow up, can you wait for me?"

It seems to be a child's word, and it is said casually. Even the maids of the Lu Mansion who heard the leaks in the corner laughed like amusement, laughing at their young girls, but they understood some of the thoughts of adults.

However, at the age of sixteen, he solemnly bowed his head slightly, and his smile became thicker, as if he was spoiling a child: "Okay." ”

At that time, the spring breeze was blowing, the three springs were bright, and the tung blossoms of a tree were fluttering, falling on his shoulders like snow, the tips of his hair, and the corners of his lips with perfect curvature. is like a dream for many years, and since then, she Lu Jin has indulged in a dream for seven years.

……

However, she plunged her sword into his chest with her own hands. In the end, he fell down covered in blood, and only had time to say half a sentence: "Jin'er, hello, good ......"

She didn't want to know the second half of the sentence, and never wanted to.

……

Lu Jin stumbled, couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground suddenly, the whole person was soaked in a pool of blood, like a withered paulownia flower, which should not have bloomed in the north.

"Song Lang, Song Lang. Lu Jin muttered, desperately struggling to move forward, crawling inch by inch with his hands, inch by inch close to the Song family's mansion, the wound was rotted by her rubbing, and the blood stains dragged a long line on the brick floor.

She wanted to go back to him and see his smile like the spring blossoms of the past. Then I wanted to ask him, why there were tens of millions of paulownia flowers on the treetops, and why the pedestrians on the horse wall were busy, but it was the paulownia flower in her hand, which hit his shoulder.

It was the rest of her life.

Life can't be the same pillow, but I hope death can be the same hole.

"Song Lang, I'll give you back my life. ”

At the last moment when the Lu family shadow guard arrived, Lu Jin let out a muffled sound, and the dagger in his hand pierced his heart.

In his ears, Yuanchen and the shadow guards exclaimed, "Miss Lu!"

However, she couldn't hear anything, the blood blurred her eyes, a bright red, like the ten miles of red makeup, and she couldn't wait for the return of her son.

"Jin'er. ”

A light call, just like back then. He appeared at the end of the street, riding towards her, still heroic, white and shirtless, with the pride and cleanliness of a sixteen-year-old with the smile on his lips.

He stretched out his hand to her, as if to pull her on his horse, and return from now on, leaving no more thoughts on the occasion.

"Jin'er, you cherish it so much. ”

That was the last thing he wanted to say to her.

It's not the expected "Jin'er, you're so ruthless" or the like, but just the ordinary and ordinary "you are so precious".

"I've never complained to you. Even if you plunge your sword into my chest. Song Shaodong's family smiled, it was the laughter of a young man who rode by under the paulownia when he was ten years old, "Because, my whole life has been taken to love you, where is there time to hate you." ”

Lu Jin smiled.

The blood in the sight was so thick that I couldn't see anything clearly, and the red flowers all over the world were like the red wedding dress, the red veil, the red silk gong was blowing, and the red sedan chair carried the bride back.

……

She finally waited, her ten-mile red makeup.

……

Da Wei. The late autumn of the day and the decade.

In the last season, the maple leaves are flying all over the sky, and even the mirror-like autumn sky in Sekichu is dyed carmine.

However, the head of the five surnames and seven hopes, the Gaomen Mansion of the Lu family is a white banner with white flags, ten miles of vegetarian, chanting scriptures, crying and mourning, and the entire Chang'an City is enveloped in a gloomy cloud and miserable fog.

Lu Jin died.

The only lady of the Lu family, Lu Jin, died at the door of the welcome house.

According to Lu Jiayingwei's report: The murderer was Yuanchen, the host of the Gangji Temple. The murder weapon was a Tiantie dagger. Afterwards, the Lu family searched for the remnants of the casting Tiantie dagger from the Gangji Temple.

Immediately, Yuanchen was the truth about Xiao Fulong back then. This led to the grievances between the Gao family and the Lu family, first the hatred of forcing into the empty door, and the hatred of forcing his sister to death, so it is reasonable for Yuanchen to kill Lu Jin.

There are all human and material evidence, and the reasons are seamless. Even Dali Temple just came and went through the motions, and the case was finalized:

Because of feud and personal hatred, Gao Wanxian killed Lu Jin.

But afterwards, Yuanchen fled, and the shadow guards who were present at the time, including the dozens of waves of elite soldiers sent by the Lu family later, did not find him, as if he had really lost his trace from Great Wei.

So, the Lu family sent troops to make the Gao Mansion regiment impassable, and announced to the whole country: If Yuanchen does not appear for a day, he will behead a Gao family member in one day.

Chang'an City was panicked, and a strange smell made the pigeons on the eaves dumb. The oppressive autumn sky is gloomy, and the dark green clouds make people breathless.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

However, Xinfu is quite peaceful and peaceful, and the aroma of osmanthus wine, osmanthus cake, osmanthus cheese, and the fragrance of osmanthus cheese continue to waft out of the mansion.

The grievances of the Gaomen family, the knot of the five surnames and seven hopes, are too far away from them, as long as the fire does not burn to the eyebrows and the water does not flood the door, this year's osmanthus is still the same.

Relatively speaking, they are more concerned about closing their doors. For example: After the Lu Gao Incident, the old lady Xin Zhou exempted the six girls from punishment for some reason and released her from the ancestral hall. also passed down the word, reading the first offense of the sixth girl, and no longer pursued. If you do not repent, it is not too late to add to the punishment.