In the late summer and early autumn, the weather is unusually hot, the scorching sun has been hanging high for more than a month, and the hot wind blows people dizzy and impetuous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, the dark clouds on the horizon covered the day, layer upon layer, and finally let the people who had been scorching for many days see hope. Although the rain has not yet fallen, it is getting darker.

Wutang Hutong Huaiyuan Bofu, Mu Zhiyue walked slowly forward along the Jiuqu Bridge alone, full of doubts, why is there no one around? Where is Lingyan, and Xu'er, why is there no one to accompany her, and she is alone outside? The scattered hair fluttered in the wind, and under the thick clouds, the sky was dark, and you had to keep your eyes open to see where you were.

Suddenly there was a little light ahead, and she quickened her pace, trying to find someone to ask. There is a feeling of lightness in the body as if it is about to rise into the air, and it is a lot faster than before to walk, which is very fun.

The road under her feet is familiar, and further on is the Qingyan Hall where she lives, she has seen the servants lighting the crepe lacquered wood lanterns under the eaves one after another, and the flickering candle shadows in the dark sky are not the warm yellow of the past, but they are as hazy as the skylight, which makes people not see it really.

As soon as he stepped off the bridge, a lightning bolt suddenly flashed from the sky, and the miserable white light shone on the cypress trees on both sides of the bridge, and the shadow pupils waved around like giant hands.

A trace of fear welled up in his heart, but if he wanted to say what he was afraid of, Mu Zhiyue didn't know it, and he always felt that there were some things that couldn't be said.

Follow the bluestone road under the bridge to the right, turn a moon flower, you can see the varnish lintel of Qingyantang, the paint on the door is still a few days ago to find a craftsman to rebuild. And this piece of moon flowers was planted when she first entered the house, and she liked the sense of fullness around her lively and flowery. Fang was about to move away from the flowers, when he heard a creak, and the door was pushed open from the inside, and the rough sound was especially harsh in this weather. Several figures flashed from the shadow wall, and her steps stopped.

The first thing that caught my eye was a little girl in a bean-green bikini, holding an angry lantern in her hand to lead the way, as if she was a third-class maid named Sang Ya in her yard.

It doesn't matter who she is, it's good that there are people, probably these people are coming to her. She stood still, waiting for the men to come and meet her. But what she saw afterwards stunned her, and her ink-like eyes widened as she stared at the person who came out from behind the third-class maid.

The person was wearing a light pink thread skirt, a moonwillow-colored brocade makeup gown outside, and only a pair of red gold snails and purple saffron flowers were worn in the flowing cloud bun held obliquely, and there was an inconspicuous blush floating on her thin face, and her curved eyebrows and slightly upturned corners of her mouth showed her beautiful mood.

Mu Zhiyue stared at the man, trembling unconsciously, and even gritting his teeth gurgling.

The familiar eyebrows and eyes, the bridge of the nose that is not high, and the corners of the mouth that are slightly upturned are her.

Mu Zhiyue stood more than twenty zhang away from the gate of Qingyan Hall, staring at the woman in the crowd in horror, who was that person? Who are you? It's as if I've lost something, but I can't figure it out.

She tried to think about it, but her mind was empty, and she couldn't think of anything. Everything was like a dream, it made her feel confused, and it made her feel cold all over her body.

She hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to find out the reason, and as soon as she took a step, she saw a maid in a silver-red armor flash out after the man.

"Xu'er", a rapid call unconsciously flowed out of her mouth. Yes, the man in the silver-red bikini is one of her big maids, Su'er.

Seeing familiar people, her trembling heart relaxed a little, Xu'er and Lingyan grew up with her since childhood, and there was nothing about her that the two of them didn't know. Who the man who looked so much like her, and what was going on, might have been known by asking her.

As if she hadn't heard her voice, she still walked behind the man with her eyebrows lowered.

Thinking about it, the group of people was about to walk in front of her, and she stepped forward to meet her, raised her voice and shouted again. Strangely, the group walked past her without looking.

At this moment, Mu Zhiyue was dumbfounded, and she didn't react for a long time. What's the situation that someone as big as her is standing here and being ignored?

Mu Zhiyue was stunned, something was wrong, couldn't those people see themselves? She raised her hands and looked at it in a daze, the green white jade hands were slender and beautiful, and there was nothing unusual. After a moment she seemed to think of something, turned and ran towards the crowd that was walking away, and when she got closer, she reached for the sleeve of the maid at the back. The scene she saw in her eyes shocked Mu Zhiyue again, and her hand actually penetrated through the maid's body.

Su'er's crisp voice sounded, "Madam, watch your step. Rob came to report that the prince had just passed Wanping, and he was still in time to calculate the footsteps."

A thunderbolt rumbled in the sky, deafening, and the thunder was so familiar, as if it had been ringing in my ears before.

Mu Zhiyue looked at the flower-like flowers and bones in front of her, tried to think, thought desperately, and she beat her chest hard.

Until the chest was tingling, and the sharp pain seemed to swallow her, and it was difficult to breathe.

With the burning pain, some memories rushed into her mind like a silver bottle.

Mu Zhiyue finally remembered that just now, she had died.

The feeling of arrows shooting into her chest was especially palpable, she saw arrow after arrow, countless arrows rushed towards her like a rain of flowers in the peach forest, and her body, which could no longer feel pain, slowly lost its vitality in the sound of sharp weapons sinking into her skin. Bright red blood gushed out from her limbs, staining the ground beneath her feet and slowly winding into the unknown distance......

I have been looking forward to my husband's order for six years, and I can finally reunite with my husband, who has been stationed at the border all the year round, and rushed to the outskirts of the city to welcome his return with joy.

In a trance, a group of people had already passed the camphor forest, and they were about to walk to the gate of Bofu. The rumbling thunder resounded across the sky, adding a touch of gloom to the gloomy sky.

As soon as Mu Zhiyue raised his head and found that he was the only one left, thinking of what was going to happen next, his mind was flustered like an arrow from the string, and he rushed towards the gate of Huaiyuan Bo's Mansion, his light steps almost flew up, and he caught up with that group of people in an instant.

She rushed to the figure, stretched out her arms and stopped there, shouting at her, "Don't go, that bastard will be assassinated, he will use you to block the arrows, you will die".

The hoarse sound floated in the gray air, but it slowly dissipated like a mist, and not a single trace of it drifted into people's ears.

Looking at the people passing through her body, Mu Zhiyue suddenly felt funny, all this was just her memory. Is there anything else she wants to do in this memory? Death is a fact, where is the possibility of change?

The thick clouds pressed low to the ground, the cool wind blew unscrupulously from all directions, and the lush camphor trees stretched into a large area, swaying with the howling wind, and the summer heat in the memory was blown away by this wind without a trace. Or maybe as a soul, she can't perceive her surroundings, and she can't tell between hot and cold.

With a light tap on his toes, the little soul floated to the top of the camphor tree, so high, Mu Zhiyue was still a little scared, but then he thought that he was just a void now, even if he fell, how could he feel pain.

Looking around, on the top of this tall tree, you can see the Qingyeondo Hall where you live not far away, and as far as the eye can see, you can even see the owl beast with its mouth wide open and devouring the ridge of the roof, its eyes are angry, and it is said that it can see everything.

Mu Zhiyue is the eldest daughter of the third room of the Mu family in Fengyang, and the princess of Huaiyuan Bofu.

Huaiyuanbo Cao Wei has two sons under his knees, the eldest son Cao Baisen and the second son Cao Baiyan, both of whom are the sons of Huaiyuanbo's wife Sun. This Mrs. Huaiyuan is also a powerful character, although she has a three-room concubine for Huaiyuan Bo, she does not have a concubine except for the three concubines. When the eldest son Cao Baisen was four years old, she asked Huai Yuanbo to become the son, and the second son Cao Baiyan was the old son of Huai Yuanbo, who was ten years younger than his brother Cao Baisen.

In the thirteenth year of Longjia, Cao Baiyan was three years old, and Sun died. And the Sun family had already set up the family affairs of the Fengyang Mu family for the eldest son early before his death.

Cao Baisen guarded the system for his mother for three years, and at the age of sixteen, he married Mu Zhiyue, the eldest daughter of the Mu family's fifth house, into the mansion.

Just when the big red Xizi of Huaiyuan Bofu had not been withdrawn, Mobei Tatar invaded the right guard of Guangning in Liaodong, killed the commander Chu Guixing and more than 3,000 people in the guard, and occupied the Liaodong General Military Mansion in Guangning Wei. When the military information reached Kyoto, everyone was shocked. Wude general Lu Yi led Xuanfu to send his post to Liaodong to control other guards, and rushed to the aid of Guangning's right guard.

Since the death of Mrs. Huaiyuan, Cao Baisen has been worried at home, although he has the name of the prince of Bofu, he has no real power. After discussing with Cao Baisen, Huai Yuanbo thought that this was an opportunity to become a leader, so Cao Baisen took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Liaodong with Lu Yi to quell the turmoil. Three months later, Liaodong defeated the Tatar army of 70,000 and drove the remnants of Mobei back to the grassland. Sacred Heart Dayue, Cao Baisen made up for the lack of experience in Guangning Wei and stayed in Liaodong.

The white horse passed through the gap, and it was six years in a flash. In the past six years, Cao Baisen has become the commander of Guangningwei from the sixth product experience, and he can be regarded as soaring, but he has never left Liaodong.

And Mu Zhiyue stayed in the capital, conscientiously took charge of Cao's mansion, and dutifully took care of the affairs in the mansion. When she got married, she had just turned thirteen years old, and she supported an uncle at a young age, serving the old and frail father-in-law, and taking care of the young and ignorant uncle.

In the nineteenth year of Longjia, Huaiyuan Bo Cao Wei became more and more serious, and the medicine stone was reckless. Cao Baisen asked to be transferred back to Beijing, and after walking some ways, he finally asked for the position of the right senator of the General Political Department, although it was only the fifth grade, but he could walk around in front of the Son of Heaven, and it was still not bad compared to the fourth product far away at the border.

In this mixed autumn, Mu Zhiyue finally waited for Cao Baisen's return, but she didn't expect that this meeting would be a farewell.

The old people say that after death, people will linger before and after death, commonly known as remembering the past, and then they will go to Nai He Bridge. What she had just seen was what had happened before she died.

She couldn't understand how things could have come to this point. She was also a female guest in the family, although she was disgraced since she was a child, but this was a family affair that was set early. When you enter the door, you are the housewife, there is no mother-in-law to suppress it, and there is no concubine to get in the way. In this Huaiyuan Uncle's Mansion, except for a Huaiyuan Uncle who has been sick in bed for a long time, she can be said to be alone. In terms of comfort, which lady in the capital can match her.

Moreover, since the sixth uncle had an accident and the eldest uncle resigned and moved back to Nanzhili, no one in the Mu family was an official in the court, and it was really not easy for Uncle Huaiyuan to admit this family business.

However, if people drink water, they know how warm and cold they are. Leaving the familiar home and relatives, marrying into the Cao Mansion alone, I don't expect the husband and wife to be tender and sweet, but the little daughter of you and me is a little excited.