Following the clues, Di Renjie came to Shangguan's old mansion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mansions of the elders of the three dynasties have been abandoned for many years, and now they have long been dilapidated, and they are all in a state of depression.

Di Renjie did not bring his entourage and walked into the back hall alone. Here is the display of the spiritual seat of the Shangguan family.

Di Renjie leaned over, squatted beside the brazier, and swept his palms over the money, paper, candles, and incense one by one, they were no longer hot.

Looking at the ranking of this tribe again, although it is old and lacks dust, it is obvious that someone has wiped it.

As he thought, people often come to worship these resentful spirits.

His gaze swept to the bottom row, the darkest corner.

There, there is also a tablet, covered with a red cloth.

He suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and walked over.

It was only a few meters away, but he walked a very long way. In the silence, he could hear his heartbeat clearly.

Trembling hands, uncover the red cloth.

"Shangguan Jing'er"

These four words on the spiritual seat have not yet been painted in red.

His eyes were red, and his heart, which was already as cold as a glacier, was cracked with a blow, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, and it hurt.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a hint of murder.

Maybe it was some slight breath changing, or maybe it was just intuition, and he had a strong idea that there was someone behind him.

And the movement of the person behind him was obviously faster than him, and at the moment when his eyes were focused, a hand knife slashed at the back of his neck with precision.

Di Renjie, fainted.

In the dim light, the silhouette of his attacker was blurred. I only know that the man is wearing a plain gauze green shirt, with a jade dragon sword at his waist, and a ponytail on his head decorated with a black jade hairpin. The figure is tall and his eyes are slightly cold.

………

And before that, Shangguan Jing'er within the palace walls also received a brocade box from Pei Donglai.

Inside the brocade box is a copy of the Death List and a letter.

When you open it, you can see that the names of the people in the directory correspond to a time.

Shangguan Jing'er's eyes were filled with tears.

She has checked all these ministers, and they are all people who are righteous on the surface, but bend the law for personal gain behind the scenes. These people participated in the party struggle for their own selfish interests, forced Shangguan's grandfather to death, and caused her family to be wiped out.

But whenever she wanted to do it, someone was always one step ahead of her and did it.

The Death Register contains a pictorial confession of the guilty pleas of each of the slain ministers.

Shangguan Jing'er's tears finally burst the embankment.

Because on the last page of the catalog, the last name is Pei Donglai.

His conviction for killing the loyal and virtuous minister Di Renjie was in vain.

Pei Donglai wrote:

He is in Shangguan's old mansion outside the south gate, if you save him, please give him this "Death List".

If you are willing to wander the world with me, I will wait for you under the willow tree in front of the palace gate. Taking advantage of the fire in the old house, we went out of the city together.

Shangguan Jing'er looked at the north, and sure enough, black smoke rose.

She didn't stop and ran out of the house.

The direction she went was not at the gate of the North Gate Palace to say goodbye to Pei Donglai before entering the palace, but the Shangguan Mansion in the south.

…………

The old mansion of Shangguan at the south gate.

"It's on fire!"

"Shangguan's old mansion is on fire!"

Di Renjie was awakened by the loud voice.

He was tied to the main beam red pillar.

All around, there was smoke and heat.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This guy is tied so tightly that he doesn't give him a chance at all! He can only blame himself for not doing enough and caring about it.

However, at least I know that it has nothing to do with Jing'er, but it's worth it!

can use Guan Jing'er to lure him into the game, can attack him quietly, and can tie him up so steadily, except for Pei Donglai, I am afraid that the entire Chang'an Cheng will not be able to find a second opponent who can calculate such a drip!

He even sighed that if it weren't for the Shangguan Yimen massacre a few years ago, maybe they could really be the best brothers!

It's just that praising a person who designed to burn himself at this time is inevitably too broad-minded!

The hotter the surrounding area, the more scorching it became, and black smoke billowed from the cracks in the closed doors and windows. Although he couldn't move, he knew in his heart that a miracle would happen.

Di Renjie's gamble is really character.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the tiles above the floor being moved.

Who else could it be?

Only Shangguan Jing'er, who grew up here, knows this secret passage.

Di Renjie smiled at the corner of his mouth and complained: "Jing'er, if you come slowly, I will become a roast suckling pig!"

"Still poor. I'll just wait. ”

"Don't, I know it's wrong!"

When the two escaped from the tunnel, the old mansion of Shangguan had been engulfed in flames and collapsed.

It also buried and devoured many secrets.

Di Renjie looked at the red light in front of him, and he inevitably felt some emotion in his heart.

Where is the return of a generation of loyal souls?

"Don't worry, this heinous case of your family will cost my life, and I have to help you rehabilitate. ”

As soon as he turned around, he originally wanted to hug his life-saving benefactor, and was even ready to face Xu Di Renjie in person, but he fell short.

I saw Shangguan Jing'er stumbling and running to the north gate of the palace covered in mud.

The rain is getting heavier,

He stood there and watched her figure get farther and farther away, as if the world had also stood still, quiet for it.

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North Gate Street.

The southern sky was burned red by the fire.

God also began to rain heavily.

The people of the entire ancient city of Chang'an ran towards the burning Shangguan old mansion. The officers and soldiers stationed at the city gate were also ordered to put out the fire.

Compared with the 100,000 people in the south, the silence in the north is a little out of place.

On the bluestone pavement, there is a row of willow trees swaying in the wind.

Under the willow tree, there stood a lonely man. The plain gauze green shirt was already slightly wet, and the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella was particularly knuckled.

This person is Pei Donglai.

His gaze did not look at the fire in the south, but stared intently at the exit of the palace gate.

Once they were separated here, but unexpectedly, decades later, they ushered in a second parting.

Pei Donglai's eyes were as clear as water and cold as snow.

The road in front of the palace gate is straight and long.

If you were to appear, you would have been manifested.

With a chill, with a belly full of sorrow, he turned and set out on the road out of the city.

And he didn't know that in this majestic rain, there was an equally sad woman, running all the way.

The moss on the path made her slip and fall again and again, and she endured the pain, she held on to the mottled old brick wall, still running.

On the side of the old house, under the willow tree, next to the brick wall, the figures of three people were gently sent by the wind, and they were infected by the rain.

……

Thirty years later.

An old monk entered the city and sat down on an ashlar under a willow tree to cool off.

Looking at the busy traffic on the streets of Chang'an, listening to the shouting of the market in my ears, it is a lively and extraordinary scene.

When the woman saw that he was an outsider, she kindly reminded him that this stone bench should not be sitting.

The old monk asked why, and the woman sighed.

There was once a big red sedan chair in Di Mansion to welcome a girl here. But then she politely refused. For thirty years after that, she sat on the stone every day and looked at the gates.

Summer goes to winter, and the wind and rain do not change. The stone had been smoothed out by her, and she was still alone.

A few years ago, after her death, the neighbors were moved by her, thinking that her soul might still be waiting, so all this stone bench was kept for her. So that she can continue to wait for the person she is going to wait.

……

That day, at night.

A melodious flute sounded on the streets of Chang'an. Those who heard this song brushed their sleeves and wiped their tears.

The next day, early in the morning.

The old monk died on the stone bench, with only a jade dragon sword and a flute by his side.

The ending song "Little Lotus Beginning" sounded.

The end of the play.

……

Su Mu was abused and cried by the ending, and the tears couldn't be stopped.