Nanyang City, Changping Street. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It seems that my Dasu has become prosperous!" sighed a 50-year-old middle-aged man sitting in a famous downtown building.

He raised the jade cup in his hand slightly, took a sip of tea, and gently put it down, and there was a strong man with a knife standing next to him, and there were only three people sitting at the table.

"All of this was exchanged for General Ouyang's life back then!" he said to the other two people next to him after looking at the scene of the people living and working in peace and contentment.

"This is all the blessing of my Great Su, and now there are many such young heroes who are also dedicating themselves to our dynasty. A man sitting next to him replied.

"The Emperor... Childe, do you think you really want to marry Miss Su to General Yun this time?" one of them changed the subject and asked.

"General Yun has led the troops to fight meritoriously, and Su Yuan has never talked about marriage, and General Yun is even more well-known to her, why shouldn't I go back to the old age and achieve them. The man said.

"It's... The friendship between General Ouyang and Miss Su was also a household name. If it weren't for the traitorous ministers in the DPRK and China, who let General Ouyang die on the battlefield, Miss Su would not be in this field now. An old man in his seventies and eighties beside him sighed.

"But I have already answered the ministers in the court, and isn't it nonsense to take back what I said?"

"......" The two of them thought about it, and they also knew the truth, the emperor in front of them had always said the same, not to mention him as the Son of Heaven.

"Aiqing, since it was mentioned, it is better to make everything and choose an auspicious day before General Yun returns. ”

"What about Miss Su?" said one of them worriedly.

"Could it be that she hanged herself on Ouyang's dead tree?" everyone stopped arguing, and after talking for a while, they disappeared into the Ming Tower.

"I heard that General Yun returned today with a sigh, and early tomorrow morning, the emperor will personally grant him a wedding with Miss Su of the Su family. Passers-by told them in front of the steamed bun shop.

"Maybe this Miss Su is willing?" the guy in the store sighed again.

"Time makes people!" sighed the passerby.

If this place had been as stable as it is now, it would have made him emperor, and it would not have been him who would have dominated them.

Nanyang City has changed from the blandness of the past, and the shops on both sides of the street are lit up, and people are also looking forward to something.

"I have made a lifelong agreement with Ouyang, and I will not marry until I die!" A beautiful woman in a white shirt, with tears in the corners of her eyes, makes people feel unbearable, and it seems that it is possible to see through those eyes, and the chill that cannot be dominated is like a pool of water, which cannot be seen to the end, cannot be seen through, and cannot be touched.

"Yuan, why have you been thinking about him, he has been dead for 3 years. The middle-aged man, who was dressed in a spacious manner and looked a little old, said excitedly.

In the spacious room, there was only her and her father in front of her, he sobbed helplessly, the world was undesirable, the matter had come to this, he didn't know how to choose, the father in front of him grew up, he didn't beat or scold himself, regarded it as his heart, he just wanted to watch her grow up happily, but this time he finally said a word ruthlessly, never wanted to say something to him.

"For so many years as a father, I have never asked for you, and now the emperor's order is difficult to disobey, you have to think about your father!" his tone changed to pleading, he was afraid that the words just now would hurt him, and it was unintentional.

"Dad, don't say it again!" she knew that she was very willful, maybe he was really dead, but he didn't find his body back then, he always felt that he was still alive, he wouldn't just lose that promise and leave her who was willful at that time.

"Yuan! There are still two hours, think about it yourself. If you disobey the will, the Father will have to bear it for you. He was helpless about the tearful man in front of him, maybe his daughter had grown up, she was no longer a child who was submissive to him at that time, and this time she was sad to pass this hurdle.

The woman still sat silently in the room, her hair disheveled, her eyes red, and she looked out the window at the pond.

In the hall, the sad face of Master Su finally stood up slowly, the wrinkled lines on his forehead finally faded, looked up at the sky, walked slowly out of the house, and walked through the crowd of people, although this time people were full of joy, but this may only be short-lived.

"Daddy!" a familiar female voice came from behind her.

He turned around slowly, and there was a red-dressed daughter standing in front of him, holding the golden phoenix's hijab tightly in her hand, and a few green tendons appeared in her tender white hands, but her face was as usual.

"Have you thought about it?" asked her lightly.

"Uh-huh......" tone was tangled, but in the end, it became firm, staring at him with a pair of watery eyes.

It seems that everything has a certainty. Yun Qingfeng rode on a horse dressed as a red flower, as if he didn't take the people who came to see their wedding in front of him seriously. The people behind him played actively, and in the beautiful palanquin, her face was covered by a hijab in a red dress, and it was impossible to see her face clearly.

I walked all the way through Changping Street, but I will reach the General's Mansion in just a few miles. Both of them were so quiet, Yun Qingfeng had no joy on her face, and behind her, sitting in a sedan chair, she didn't react at all. Just swayed up and down with the sedan chair.

"Drop off the sedan chair!" The sedan chair fell smoothly in front of the general's mansion, and there were many people around the front of the mansion, some of them were relatives, and some were ministers of the court, because it was reported that the Emperor of Dasu would also arrive.

Yun Qingfeng leaned down and dismounted, thanked him, and a reluctant smile appeared on his face.

The matchmaker wore a red flower on her head, her lips were painted with bright red lip gloss, and her face was covered with exaggerated pink cheeks, and she walked towards the sedan chair with cheerful steps.

"The newlyweds have passed the brazier, and the life is prosperous!" the matchmaker shouted, holding the bride and crossing a copper basin with a coal fire.

The two held each other's big red flower balls in their hands and walked to the front of the main hall.

"Worship heaven and earth,!" the matchmaker shouted with joy.

She had already recognized him beside her as Ouyang, as if behind a red veil, it was Ouyang who was smiling at her slightly.

He, entangled in his heart, the hall is full of his own parents, he regrets his marriage, the emperor will definitely put his father in prison, she in front of him, it is indeed that he has loved silently for several years, but now it seems that he can't see through her, maybe it is the creation of the years.

"Second worship!" all the guests stopped talking, not letting them think that marriage was so hurtful.

He's still struggling.

She was still fantasizing.

……

"Send it to the cave!" she was taken away by the maid, but he looked pale and froze, watching her go away in front of him.

"General Yun!" the matchmaker shook her hand tentatively in front of him.

"Ahh

"The general is in such a hurry!" everyone laughed.

"Haha..."

"Come on, drink!" he stopped thinking and broke his knot.

Maybe life is like this, we can't predict the future, no matter when we are entangled, we can only look at the past, led by the nose by the present.

A sorrowful thought crossed Ouyang's heart, and he felt as if he had lost something, yes, a very familiar female figure appeared in his mind.

"Su Yuan! wait for me. "He, remembered her.

Ouyang fell asleep, as if he was walking on a road with no end and no purpose, no one to walk with, no scenery to describe, and closing his eyes was another dream, a simple dream he had with him.

Unconsciously he walked out of the endless woods, an alley appeared vaguely in front of him, the alley was shrouded in scattered fog, he walked, his heart was empty, trying to think of something, but he found nothing, and he couldn't stop walking forward, he was like a wandering soul, lonely and couldn't feel his own existence, he guessed, this is indeed the last journey of life, this is the illusion of walking on a Huangquan road.

He really ended up like this, and he was unwilling. His dream was not fulfilled, he struggled hard, shouted, but he couldn't stop, he walked until I was exhausted, my mouth was dry, and in the fog in front of me, it seemed that there was the end of the alley, although there was no one around, but he seemed to see the steps in front of him, and he walked in front of him, and finally a bridge appeared.

To his surprise, there was only one seventy-year-old woman at the head of the bridge, holding a round fan in her hand, gently boiling something, the heat was gently intertwined with the mist, gently dancing towards Ouyang, he seemed to be a long whisker wing, with irresistible temptation, he seemed to be drunk, like the bowl with soup, looking, unconsciously walking.

Maybe he has been seduced, he can't resist instinctively, he hasn't even noticed it, and look at the more people gathering on your side, and at the same time turn a little evil smile, as if urging him.

The bowl dried up just a finger away from him, for the simple reason that Meng Po's bowl was used to lure the memories of those who would be reincarnated, and this bowl, once you held it, could not be put down, so you had to let it be deprived from the depths of your mind, little by little, the most precious memories of your life. But Ouyang was awake again, because of the floating dream in his heart, he couldn't abandon her in the afterlife, he resisted, and the bowl was gradually rising over Meng Po soup, once his bowl passed the blue and white then he would lose the last trace of concern, and no one could pull him back from the Nai He Bridge.

Just as he was trying to think of something, a ray of colored light flashed not far in front of him, and a stone floated up in front of him, this stone could allow him to go back, but the price was indeed the most important memory of his life.

All he had to do was touch his hand and he would be given a new lease of life. But he didn't want to lose the memory of her.

After a long time, he finally put his hand on it gently.