Autumn has gradually soaked the prosperous Chang'an, the cicadas are still singing, but the sky has revealed the true appearance of the distant distance, in this small courtyard far away from the capital, although the trees are still luxuriant, it seems to know that the leaves are not long, revealing the last vitality. Only the bamboo shelves leaning against the wall are blooming brightly with double-petaled roses.

The maid in Tsing Yi walked gently into the courtyard with a food box, and the bast shoes of the same color stepped on the cobblestone pavement without a sound. The path is tortuous, and the Taihu Lake stone at the corner is a little cool, she was slightly stunned, sighed silently, and turned the stone wall, which is the main hall of gray tile eaves.

Gently push open the wooden door, only to see a slightly empty room, the Sanqing portrait placed in the hall is as high as ever, and a bunch of white lotus enshrined under it is a rare bright color in the room, and the furnishings in the room are clumsy and heavy, which is completely out of line with the taste of young ladies nowadays. On the other side of the Dobao grid, only a long emerald curtain hung from the ground, moving slightly with the breeze of opening the door.

The maidservant put down the food box on the high table by the door, and stood outside the curtain with her hands tied, and whispered to the inside:

"Erniang, there is no news from the eldest lady in the north, I think it is stable." The sound fell in a deep voice, but there was no sound in the curtain, and there seemed to be no one else in the room.

Sandalwood swirled, and a wisp of smoke meandered out of the red copper and silver wire incense bucket, and the three Qings painted by the former dynasty were high above, and the wisp of smoke swirled on their long beards, and then dissipated in the desertion of the room.

It seemed like a long time before another person's voice finally sounded in the room: "Come in." ”

The maidservant took off her bast shoes, carefully lifted the curtain, and went in, bowing her head.

The young woman was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe leaning on the couch, wearing only a green jade Taoist crown on her head, perhaps because of her long-term illness, her body was becoming weaker, the long belt was not tied very firmly, and the placket was slightly loose.

"If there is no news, there is good news, and now, the people of the world will see that even if there are only three women left in the Wei family, they can still hold the handsome seal of the Pingyuan Army."

The woman sat up, took out a silk book from her body, and the maid in green clothes tiptoed to the front and slowly knelt down.

"Read it carefully, send it word by word, and then tell Sanniang, the roses are full, the day of autumn." Her eyes were extremely bright, and her always plain and thin face revealed a brilliance that she had not seen for many years, and the maid in Tsing Yi saw her expression, secretly frightened, and lowered her head to study the thin plain silk carefully.

I didn't say anything for a while.

The silk was lit by the fire and thrown into the copper basin, and the maidservant put all the ashes in the basin into the food box she brought, and knelt down again, respectfully waiting for the woman's instructions.

The woman sat on the couch, and the index finger of her left hand stroked the sideburns of the maidservant, "There's nothing more to say, you...... Just don't come back again. ”

The servant girl's always calm face showed a look of surprise, and after the surprise, it gradually turned into a sad face, and she bowed down heavily @ her body, and twisted her hands in front of her, telling the pain and sorrow in her heart.

"There will always be this day, but sooner or later, why bother to do this sad state." The woman in the Taoist dress had a straight back, her face was a look of peace and confidence, her eyes were long, she looked out the window at the little greenery, smiled a little helplessly, and in that most helpless moment, it turned into pride and satisfaction.

There is no resentment when she is forced to marry, there is no grievance when she is repented of marriage, there is no madness when the family is broken, in the seven years in the Taoist temple, she is like a silent shadow puppet, only this maid knows how she quietly let her sister return to the border land, help her sister join the royal family, and herself, like the pine bamboo that is still silent in the most beautiful season, has never had a chance to bloom. She doesn't need a chance to bloom, Songzhu is forbearing, which is the character that the Wei family should have.

The handmaid was dressed in her shirt, and was about to leave.

The woman spoke up again: "Sue Sister and Little Sister, I will guard them on this Taixing Mountain to revive the Wei family, and the blood of the entire Zheng family will not wash away their sins, so don't let them stain my eyes again." Go ahead. ”

The moment the maidservant turned to close the door, tears still dripped down the placket, and she carefully wiped away the tears, and turned the rose stand along the crossroads.

Everyone forgot the smiling appearance of the second daughter of the Wei family, only this maidservant remembered, she will always remember the flowery face that seemed to have been engraved into the bronze mirror seven years ago. Although this person has wrung the flowers and stripped the rattans in all kinds of pain, turning herself into a silent pine and cypress, she is still the proudest daughter in the century-old Jiangmen.

"If there is a three-point providence, and the glass of wine will be drained Changhong." Su Bai's fingers held the cyan jade cup, and in the empty room, only she was talking to herself.

I have also ridden the frontier, and I have also played and laughed, but unfortunately, it is difficult for Jin Ge Iron Horse to fall into a dream, and the old things in the boudoir are shocked.

Shaohua is hard to find, and my mind is gone.

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In the seventeenth year of the Great Sui Dynasty, Wei Qiang, the daughter of the Wei family, took the lead in relieving the siege of Turkic Tingzhou with 3,000 people from her father's old department, and 80,000 elite soldiers were able to get out of trouble. Emperor Sui awarded her the title of Duke of Pingyuan, becoming the third female general in the Great Sui to rise from military merit, and also the one with the highest title.

But he didn't want to, Wei Qiang knelt down in front of His Majesty's steps, and bitterly Chen Guo's uncle Zheng Jia's treason against the enemy, mutilated Zhongliang, and counted 20 major crimes.

Pregnant with the four princesses, Wei Hui knelt on her side.

Emperor Sui looked at the thin silk in his hand and broke the bronze wine lord in his hand.

The three generations of the Zheng family and two queens, one family with the same uncle, collapsed overnight, and the whole house was beheaded.

In Chang'an, where people are panicking, few people have noticed that on Taixing Mountain, there is a lonely grave, and a woman in a silk dress is silently guarding.

Autumn has gradually soaked the prosperous Chang'an, the cicadas are still singing, but the sky has revealed the true appearance of the distant distance, in this small courtyard far away from the capital, although the trees are still luxuriant, it seems to know that the leaves are not long, revealing the last vitality. Only the bamboo shelves leaning against the wall are blooming brightly with double-petaled roses.

The maid in Tsing Yi walked gently into the courtyard with a food box, and the bast shoes of the same color stepped on the cobblestone pavement without a sound. The path is tortuous, and the Taihu Lake stone at the corner is a little cool, she was slightly stunned, sighed silently, and turned the stone wall, which is the main hall of gray tile eaves.

Gently push open the wooden door, only to see a slightly empty room, the Sanqing portrait placed in the hall is as high as ever, and a bunch of white lotus enshrined under it is a rare bright color in the room, and the furnishings in the room are clumsy and heavy, which is completely out of line with the taste of young ladies nowadays. On the other side of the Dobao grid, only a long emerald curtain hung from the ground, moving slightly with the breeze of opening the door.

The maidservant put down the food box on the high table by the door, and stood outside the curtain with her hands tied, and whispered to the inside:

"Erniang, there is no news from the eldest lady in the north, I think it is stable." The sound fell in a deep voice, but there was no sound in the curtain, and there seemed to be no one else in the room.

Sandalwood swirled, and a wisp of smoke meandered out of the red copper and silver wire incense bucket, and the three Qings painted by the former dynasty were high above, and the wisp of smoke swirled on their long beards, and then dissipated in the desertion of the room.

It seemed like a long time before another person's voice finally sounded in the room: "Come in." ”

The maidservant took off her bast shoes, carefully lifted the curtain, and went in, bowing her head.

The young woman was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe leaning on the couch, wearing only a green jade Taoist crown on her head, perhaps because of her long-term illness, her body was becoming weaker, the long belt was not tied very firmly, and the placket was slightly loose.

"If there is no news, there is good news, and now, the people of the world will see that even if there are only three women left in the Wei family, they can still hold the handsome seal of the Pingyuan Army."

The woman sat up, took out a silk book from her body, and the maid in green clothes tiptoed to the front and slowly knelt down.

"Read it carefully, send it word by word, and then tell Sanniang, the roses are full, the day of autumn." Her eyes were extremely bright, and her always plain and thin face revealed a brilliance that she had not seen for many years, and the maid in Tsing Yi saw her expression, secretly frightened, and lowered her head to study the thin plain silk carefully.

I didn't say anything for a while.

The silk was lit by the fire and thrown into the copper basin, and the maidservant put all the ashes in the basin into the food box she brought, and knelt down again, respectfully waiting for the woman's instructions.

The woman sat on the couch, and the index finger of her left hand stroked the sideburns of the maidservant, "There's nothing more to say, you...... Just don't come back again. ”

The servant girl's always calm face showed a look of surprise, and after the surprise, it gradually turned into a sad face, and she bowed down heavily @ her body, and twisted her hands in front of her, telling the pain and sorrow in her heart.

"There will always be this day, but sooner or later, why bother to do this sad state." The woman in the Taoist dress had a straight back, her face was a look of peace and confidence, her eyes were long, she looked out the window at the little greenery, smiled a little helplessly, and in that most helpless moment, it turned into pride and satisfaction.

There is no resentment when she is forced to marry, there is no grievance when she is repented of marriage, there is no madness when the family is broken, in the seven years in the Taoist temple, she is like a silent shadow puppet, only this maid knows how she quietly let her sister return to the border land, help her sister join the royal family, and herself, like the pine bamboo that is still silent in the most beautiful season, has never had a chance to bloom. She doesn't need a chance to bloom, Songzhu is forbearing, which is the character that the Wei family should have.

The handmaid was dressed in her shirt, and was about to leave.

The woman spoke up again: "Sue Sister and Little Sister, I will guard them on this Taixing Mountain to revive the Wei family, and the blood of the entire Zheng family will not wash away their sins, so don't let them stain my eyes again." Go ahead. ”

The moment the maidservant turned to close the door, tears still dripped down the placket, and she carefully wiped away the tears, and turned the rose stand along the crossroads.

Everyone forgot the smiling appearance of the second daughter of the Wei family, only this maidservant remembered, she will always remember the flowery face that seemed to have been engraved into the bronze mirror seven years ago. Although this person has wrung the flowers and stripped the rattans in all kinds of pain, turning herself into a silent pine and cypress, she is still the proudest daughter in the century-old Jiangmen.

"If there is a three-point providence, and the glass of wine will be drained Changhong." Su Bai's fingers held the cyan jade cup, and in the empty room, only she was talking to herself.

I have also ridden the frontier, and I have also played and laughed, but unfortunately, it is difficult for Jin Ge Iron Horse to fall into a dream, and the old things in the boudoir are shocked.

Shaohua is hard to find, and my mind is gone.

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

In the seventeenth year of the Great Sui Dynasty, Wei Qiang, the daughter of the Wei family, took the lead in relieving the siege of Turkic Tingzhou with 3,000 people from her father's old department, and 80,000 elite soldiers were able to get out of trouble. Emperor Sui awarded her the title of Duke of Pingyuan, becoming the third female general in the Great Sui to rise from military merit, and also the one with the highest title.

But he didn't want to, Wei Qiang knelt down in front of His Majesty's steps, and bitterly Chen Guo's uncle Zheng Jia's treason against the enemy, mutilated Zhongliang, and counted 20 major crimes.

Pregnant with the four princesses, Wei Hui knelt on her side.

Emperor Sui looked at the thin silk in his hand and broke the bronze wine lord in his hand.

The three generations of the Zheng family and two queens, one family with the same uncle, collapsed overnight, and the whole house was beheaded.

In Chang'an, where people are panicking, few people have noticed that on Taixing Mountain, there is a lonely grave, and a woman in a silk dress is silently guarding. Autumn has gradually soaked the prosperous Chang'an, the cicadas are still singing, but the sky has revealed the true appearance of the distant distance, in this small courtyard far away from the capital, although the trees are still luxuriant, it seems to know that the leaves are not long, revealing the last vitality. Only the bamboo shelves leaning against the wall are blooming brightly with double-petaled roses.

The maid in Tsing Yi walked gently into the courtyard with a food box, and the bast shoes of the same color stepped on the cobblestone pavement without a sound. The path is tortuous, and the Taihu Lake stone at the corner is a little cool, she was slightly stunned, sighed silently, and turned the stone wall, which is the main hall of gray tile eaves.

Gently push open the wooden door, only to see a slightly empty room, the Sanqing portrait placed in the hall is as high as ever, and a bunch of white lotus enshrined under it is a rare bright color in the room, and the furnishings in the room are clumsy and heavy, which is completely out of line with the taste of young ladies nowadays. On the other side of the Dobao grid, only a long emerald curtain hung from the ground, moving slightly with the breeze of opening the door.

The maidservant put down the food box on the high table by the door, and stood outside the curtain with her hands tied, and whispered to the inside:

"Erniang, there is no news from the eldest lady in the north, I think it is stable." The sound fell in a deep voice, but there was no sound in the curtain, and there seemed to be no one else in the room.

Sandalwood swirled, and a wisp of smoke meandered out of the red copper and silver wire incense bucket, and the three Qings painted by the former dynasty were high above, and the wisp of smoke swirled on their long beards, and then dissipated in the desertion of the room.

It seemed like a long time before another person's voice finally sounded in the room: "Come in." ”

The maidservant took off her bast shoes, carefully lifted the curtain, and went in, bowing her head.

The young woman was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe leaning on the couch, wearing only a green jade Taoist crown on her head, perhaps because of her long-term illness, her body was becoming weaker, the long belt was not tied very firmly, and the placket was slightly loose.

"If there is no news, there is good news, and now, the people of the world will see that even if there are only three women left in the Wei family, they can still hold the handsome seal of the Pingyuan Army."

The woman sat up, took out a silk book from her body, and the maid in green clothes tiptoed to the front and slowly knelt down.

"Read it carefully, send it word by word, and then tell Sanniang, the roses are full, the day of autumn." Her eyes were extremely bright, and her always plain and thin face revealed a brilliance that she had not seen for many years, and the maid in Tsing Yi saw her expression, secretly frightened, and lowered her head to study the thin plain silk carefully.

I didn't say anything for a while.

The silk was lit by the fire and thrown into the copper basin, and the maidservant put all the ashes in the basin into the food box she brought, and knelt down again, respectfully waiting for the woman's instructions.

The woman sat on the couch, and the index finger of her left hand stroked the sideburns of the maidservant, "There's nothing more to say, you...... Just don't come back again. ”

The servant girl's always calm face showed a look of surprise, and after the surprise, it gradually turned into a sad face, and she bowed down heavily @ her body, and twisted her hands in front of her, telling the pain and sorrow in her heart.

"There will always be this day, but sooner or later, why bother to do this sad state." The woman in the Taoist dress had a straight back, her face was a look of peace and confidence, her eyes were long, she looked out the window at the little greenery, smiled a little helplessly, and in that most helpless moment, it turned into pride and satisfaction.

There is no resentment when she is forced to marry, there is no grievance when she is repented of marriage, there is no madness when the family is broken, in the seven years in the Taoist temple, she is like a silent shadow puppet, only this maid knows how she quietly let her sister return to the border land, help her sister join the royal family, and herself, like the pine bamboo that is still silent in the most beautiful season, has never had a chance to bloom. She doesn't need a chance to bloom, Songzhu is forbearing, which is the character that the Wei family should have.

The handmaid was dressed in her shirt, and was about to leave.

The woman spoke up again: "Sue Sister and Little Sister, I will guard them on this Taixing Mountain to revive the Wei family, and the blood of the entire Zheng family will not wash away their sins, so don't let them stain my eyes again." Go ahead. ”

The moment the maidservant turned to close the door, tears still dripped down the placket, and she carefully wiped away the tears, and turned the rose stand along the crossroads.

Everyone forgot the smiling appearance of the second daughter of the Wei family, only this maidservant remembered, she will always remember the flowery face that seemed to have been engraved into the bronze mirror seven years ago. Although this person has wrung the flowers and stripped the rattans in all kinds of pain, turning herself into a silent pine and cypress, she is still the proudest daughter in the century-old Jiangmen.

"If there is a three-point providence, and the glass of wine will be drained Changhong." Su Bai's fingers held the cyan jade cup, and in the empty room, only she was talking to herself.

I have also ridden the frontier, and I have also played and laughed, but unfortunately, it is difficult for Jin Ge Iron Horse to fall into a dream, and the old things in the boudoir are shocked.

Shaohua is hard to find, and my mind is gone.

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

In the seventeenth year of the Great Sui Dynasty, Wei Qiang, the daughter of the Wei family, took the lead in relieving the siege of Turkic Tingzhou with 3,000 people from her father's old department, and 80,000 elite soldiers were able to get out of trouble. Emperor Sui awarded her the title of Duke of Pingyuan, becoming the third female general in the Great Sui to rise from military merit, and also the one with the highest title.

But he didn't want to, Wei Qiang knelt down in front of His Majesty's steps, and bitterly Chen Guo's uncle Zheng Jia's treason against the enemy, mutilated Zhongliang, and counted 20 major crimes.

Pregnant with the four princesses, Wei Hui knelt on her side.

Emperor Sui looked at the thin silk in his hand and broke the bronze wine lord in his hand.

The three generations of the Zheng family and two queens, one family with the same uncle, collapsed overnight, and the whole house was beheaded.

In Chang'an, where people are panicking, few people have noticed that on Taixing Mountain, there is a lonely grave, and a woman in a silk dress is silently guarding.