I remember that Murong Wei mentioned the golden cinnamon and Bihe in the blessed land of Miluo several times, and two days before leaving, Gu Chenxiao specially swam with her and asked her to take a closer look at the good scenery in the garden.

The two walked side by side, through the long corridor, to the golden laurel tree in the back garden, which was crowned like an umbrella.

Under the tree, a thick carpet of woven gold felt has been spread, two large pillows of dark green woven gold dough medicine, and a cherrywood tooth table, on which are neat cups and plates of fruit plates.

Around the tree, the still golden osmanthus fell all over the ground, and then turned into thick flower mud.

Although the queen rarely stays, there is a special person to take care of the grass and trees in the blessed land. Later, it was given to Murong Wei's name, and the queen deliberately rectified the subordinates, plus the dowry brought by Murong Wei, most of them will stay in the blessed land of Miluo, and now the maids in the garden are fragrant and beautiful.

Murong Wei sent Yingluo and the others to stand far away, and she and Gu Chenxiao sat quietly under the tree and drank tea quietly as they had in their previous lives. In the past, there was a lot of sadness, but now it is full of happiness, Murong Wei looked at the scenery in the garden with a message, searching for memories that had been sealed for many years, and couldn't help but lightly wet her eyes.

Gu Chenxiao could naturally see her deep feelings for Miluo Fudi, and saw that she had memories on her face, and did not want to increase her sadness, so she gently shook her hand: "Ah Wei, let's pick some fresh osmanthus flowers, and ask Mama Luo to make osmanthus cheese to eat at noon, okay?"

Murong Wei nodded with a smile, Gu Chenxiao widened his coat, and with a slight touch of his feet, he jumped on the branch of the osmanthus tree. He winked mischievously at Murong Wei and began to shake an infinite branch of the laurel tree.

Flowers fall like rain, as if flying in the sky. In a golden dame, Murong Wei smiled and spread out the moon-white cloak to welcome the rain of flowers falling from the sky.

In a moment of trance, she was gently encircled in her arms by Gu Chenxiao, who gently fell from the tree. The hair and clothes of the two are stained with golden flowers, his clothes are like the wind, her red is like water, and the two have been relying on each other for a long time under the tree, as if the old scene of the year has reappeared.

Murong Wei took Gu Chenxiao's hand and walked around every corner of the back garden, wanting to find the place where Gu Chenxiao was imprisoned in the past. Gu Chenxiao only did what she was interested in, so he followed her to go shopping everywhere.

The two of them walked along a remote and long ramp to a moon cave door, Gu Chenxiao's heart was surging with sadness, and he stopped in confusion.

A place that he had never been to before, but it gave him such a sense of sadness and despair, just like the side of Murong Wei when he first saw Murong Wei in Chengyuan, the sadness in his heart was like a sea, and the waves stopped for a long time.

At the end of the moon cave gate, there is a quiet courtyard, and the two black lacquered ruyi doors are closed tightly. The courtyard is old, it seems that no one lives in it, and there is a large copper lock locked on the door.

Gu Chenxiao stroked the copper lock with his hand, and couldn't hold back the sentimentality in his heart for a long time. He ordered the butler to come and asked, "Where is this place, and why is it locked?"

The housekeeper has been guarding the blessed land of Miluo for several years, and knows everything about the grass and trees here. He saluted and replied, "Since the rebuilding of the Miluo Blessed Land in the past, this courtyard has always been locked. It is said that there were people in the palace who used to clean up here, and His Majesty ordered this courtyard to be kept without touching it in the slightest. ”

"Is there a key? Open it and see. A strong sense of familiarity surged in Gu Chenxiao's heart, and he couldn't understand why he had a thousand knots about this courtyard. Murong Wei frowned at him, and suddenly understood that this was probably the place where he was imprisoned in his previous life.

The housekeeper took the order, took the key, opened the courtyard door, first ordered someone to sweep away the cobwebs under the corridor, and then swept out a clean path, and then invited Gu Chenxiao and Murong Wei to enter.

The small courtyard was in disrepair, and stepping on the path paved with hexagonal stones, Gu Chenxiao felt more and more inexplicably familiar. As if there was some traction in the dark, he strode forward without the butler leading the way, pushed open the hidden door, and walked straight to the dusty bookcase.

His trembling hand opened the bottom drawer of the bookcase, and sure enough, there was a yellowed portrait inside.

"Ah Wei, come and see", Gu Chenxiao waved everyone back, he choked up, and only beckoned to Murong Wei.

As soon as the portrait was opened, Murong Wei burst into tears in an instant. The yellowed paper clearly showed her young appearance in her previous life, dressed in light white and standing in the middle of the Qinglian platform, Wan'er smiled like an elf among the flowers.

In his previous life, he inadvertently saved Gu Chenxiao's life, Gu Chenxiao chose to stay with him silently all his life, he always remembered her young appearance, in such ten years when life was worse than death, this portrait was about his only consolation.

Some memories frantically slapped against the barriers, trying to break out of the cocoon. Gu Chenxiao carefully looked at the portrait that was obviously some years old, but he couldn't afford to wear those broken pieces. He gently stroked his usual inscription on the lower right corner of the portrait, and could not remember when he had done it.

Perhaps in the fate of their previous lives, the two had intertwined again and again, and they couldn't ask for it at the last moment. Gu Chenxiao caressed the portrait, and could touch the sadness and deep despair in his previous life.

Fortunately, it is just like the wind in the past, and the mandarin dream in this life is finally revisited.

There is no way to say a thousand words, and they are all turned into a heart. Gu Chenxiao only looked back at Murong Wei: "I said a long time ago that the fate is destined, do you believe that there was a past, this painting is proof of this." Awei, thank God for allowing us to meet again."

Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyelashes, Murong Wei raised her hand to wipe them away, and her face was already wet. She nodded desperately and responded to Gu Chenxiao's words: "Ah Wei also thanks God, although she missed the previous life, she promised us this life." ”

In this courtyard where Gu Chenxiao was once imprisoned, except for the simple table and chair, and a narrow wooden bed, there was nothing left. I can't imagine how this fairy-like character survived those long ten years and finally broke out of the cocoon and became a butterfly.

Seeing that the portrait had already been rubbed to the point that the edge of the paper was yellowed, it was probably held in Gu Chenxiao's hand from time to time. Thinking of the mistakes of the previous life, Murong Wei let her eyes wander and snuggled into Gu Chenxiao's arms.

The autumn wind rises, the yellow leaves fall, and the border city is cold and snowy early.

Gu Chenxiao took Murong Wei on a tour of the mountains and rivers, and when he embarked on the return journey back to the three counties of Linshui, Jingtang Pass, which was troubled internally and externally, ushered in Xixia's army of 50,000.

Su Guangfu received Tong Dahai's report, and climbed the city tower angrily, looking at the Xixia officers and soldiers who seemed to fall from the sky overnight outside the pass, and the banner flying in the wind and snow, he surged with a mouthful of blood, and spit on the city wall.

The blood bloomed on the thick white snow, like a strange and gorgeous mansha pearl, which was dazzlingly beautiful, but it firmly opened the passage of the entire Jingtang Pass to the Yellow Spring.