In the autumn of the seventh year of Chongming, the wind and rain were great.

The night rain knocked on the window, and the sound hit the half-hidden rosewood window sash in Su Duhan's Canglang Xuan, like a swan song of the endless Tianhe, slowly flowing in his heart.

Waking up from his slumber, Su Duhan sat up quietly. Without alarming anyone, he gently lifted the light curtain of azure dark clouds, and came to the window in his cloak.

The autumn rain was wrapped in the cold wind, and he shivered and wrapped the autumn water-colored cloak closer.

In the middle of the night, the long sigh was still clear, and Ugin, who was on night duty outside, was disturbed by the sound of rain, and asked quietly through the curtain: "The young master is awake, but he wants to eat tea?"

"You're... Ugin", Su Duhan muttered vaguely, and asked lightly: "I just had a nightmare, and I can't remember what year it is." ”

Ugin grinned, lit the lamp and came in with a cup of tea, and busily went to close the window. He replied softly: "How can the young master be confused, it is the early autumn of the seventh year of Chongming, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is imminent." ”

Su Duhan answered, speechless for a while. He took the tea handed by Ugin and drank it up, and suddenly praised Ugin: "Good slave, you are loyal." ”

Listening to the strange words, Ugin was only afraid that Su Duhan would suffer from the cold, and tried to see that his forehead was not hot, and wanted to help him back to the couch courteously, but Su Duhan pushed his hand away.

Ordering Ugin not to make a noise, Su Duhan held a wide white silk plain bamboo umbrella alone, stepped on the stagnant water and emptiness, and quietly crossed the muddy path in Yuyuan, and came to the front of the main courtyard where Chu Zhaohui lived.

The gate of the main courtyard has long been lowered, and there are hibiscus flowers crawling all over the branches. Through the light rain like mist, you can see a few dim lights in the courtyard, so warm and quiet.

The wind is blowing, and there is a faint fragrance lingering at the end of the nose, thinking that the snow-white petals of the Xifu begonia in it are wandering all over the place. Su Duhan's ears seemed to hear his mother's leisurely sigh, so helpless and desperate.

Su Duhan watched quietly, and suddenly his eyes were filled with big tears. He threw down his umbrella and knelt silently in the shadows under the verandah, kowtowing respectfully three times to the main courtyard.

After holding back the memories of two lives, returning to the autumn of the seventh year of Chongming, Su Duhan felt that everything was in time.

In the early morning, a round of golden crows broke the dawn, the clouds were brilliant, and the green trees that had been washed by the rain all night were particularly green. Su Duhan was dressed in white and came to the main courtyard early along the verandah.

Chu Zhaohui was instructing Mingzhu to put down his favorite Poria steamed dumplings, and smiled and beckoned him to sit on the kang. A pair of slender phoenix eyes were full of love, but also a hint of sorrow: "Dusk, accompany my mother to finish breakfast, and go to the palace to see your imperial grandmother." Yesterday, your aunt passed the word that your imperial grandmother had added some wind and cold. ”

"Mother doesn't have to worry, the imperial grandmother Jiren has her own natural appearance, and she will definitely recover", Su Duhan's heart flashed with infinite guilt in the two lives, and gently lowered his head to stir the five-son porridge in the bowl.

In that lifetime, Xiao Se, who was in the height of the world, seemed to be still in front of him, and he was vaguely a child in the second life, and he didn't know that there was a Han or Wei and Jin, and he didn't know that the chaos had passed for many years.

As Chu Zhaohui's cloud phoenix warm sedan chair fell in front of Shoukang Palace, Su Duhan walked slowly behind his mother on the path full of pine needles, but he heard a crisp sound in his ears, like a yellow oriole in the empty valley, tactful and melodious.

"Auntie, you also enter the palace to see the imperial grandmother", under a rugged old plum, there was a Murong Wei wearing a wide-sleeved brocade dress with blue water, a light purple rose hooked edge, and a five-color peony shawl wrapped around her arms, prosperous as autumn colors, full of endless emerald colors.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl, with her eyebrows and eyes, was already painted with autumn waves, and she smiled lightly, like a butterfly swinging over Su Duhan's heart, leaving waves of ripples.

Without the obsession of the first life, and without the hatred of the second life, Su Duhan couldn't read a little emotion from those familiar eyes, so that he couldn't be sure whether the person in front of him was like himself, and he had experienced a reincarnation, and he would have a sleepless battle with himself.

Taking advantage of Chu Zhaohui's question about Mama Bai, Su Duhan slowly approached Murong Wei, and called softly: "Ah Wei", looking at the cardamom woman in front of him with deep eyes.

Murong Wei smiled and raised her head, called out to her cousin familiarly and affectionately, and then focused most of her attention on the queen mother, her curved eyebrows like a cloud of smoke.

She treats him, no longer holding the sun and the moon, and no longer abandoning him, Su Dusk is so cold that she doesn't know whether this is fortunate or unlucky.

"Ah Wei, I came back from Jingtang Pass, did you come to Kangnan again?" Su Duhan bit every word very hard, but his voice was extremely light, like a wisp of mist floating in the wind, and the shadows were as hazy as the lights.

Murong Wei frowned, her apricot blossom eyes were crystal clear, and she was full of incomprehension: "Cousin, you are confused, how can I ever leave Xixia half a step, and where is Jingtang Pass?"

Like a golden mang, through the layers of haze, Su Duhan's heart suddenly relaxed, and he suddenly showed a brisk smile: "I had a strange dream last night, I dreamed that we had all been in a strange place, and I will ask this question today." Fortunately, you did not fall into a dream with me. ”

Murong Wei's handkerchief lightly hit his forehead, and a smile spread, like a faint peach blossom makeup. She curled her lips slightly, glared at her eyes and warned, "If you talk nonsense again, be careful that I sue my aunt." ”

Su Duhan smiled loudly, the childhood sweetheart he had in the two lives quietly ignited his memory, and his heart was full of sweet sourness. talked and laughed with the girl in front of him, but he couldn't go back to the past.

He really knew that he and her were already in a sea of life. She has her own uniqueness, she has her own loneliness, and the two will never intersect again.

Before the osmanthus flowers bloomed in August, Su Duhan quietly left a letter, took Ugin and Moli away from the capital, and followed the memories of the two lives to the border city.

Standing again on the land of the border city, Su Duhan followed his father to fight on the battlefield with a prancing horse and a spear, his ink horse silver robe was like lightning in the sky, piercing the heart of the enemy, and the reputation of the young general was all over the world.

Su Rui returned triumphantly, the Dragon and Tiger General added prestige, and the Xifu Begonia of King An's Mansion finally waited for the owner of the hand plant. Chu Zhaohui was looking forward to seeing it, and this year's Laba was finally looking forward to reuniting with his husband and his son's family.

On the way back, there was naturally no more quenched feather arrows shooting at Su Rui's back. The identities of Huang Jie and Ye Renqing were easily revealed by Su Duhan, just like Yuan Fei back then, they were both slashed by Su Rui under the sword.

The father and son drank a jar of pear blossoms and had an open and honest conversation for the first time in three lifetimes.

For the first time, Su Duhan listened to his father's true heart: "Prosperity, the people are suffering, and death, the people are suffering." In the world where dynasties have changed, who has not achieved the emperor's cause by stepping on the blood and white bones all over the ground? If I can stop killing by killing, I would rather dishonor the name of my ancestors and bear this sin. Twilight, good son, you must always remember that to be a human being, you must first have a benevolent heart. ”

Su Duhan nodded convincingly: "My son really understands this truth today, I hope it's not too late." ”

The mistakes of the previous two lives will eventually have a chance to make up for them in this life.

Su Duhan stood in the Canglang Xuan, looking at the few slim kapok trees from afar, revealing a knowing smile.