Yi Long looked at this scene in shock, she didn't cry just now, but at this moment she couldn't help but burst into tears, she rushed to Li Muhan's side desperately and wanted to pick up his body, she just wanted to give him strength. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, her hand went straight through him.

She hugged him again and again, but she couldn't touch him in the slightest.

After the baptism of the bloody night, the magnificent palace greeted the newborn golden crow, except for the faint smell of blood in the air, as if nothing had happened.

There is a secret rumor in the palace that Li Muhan, the seventh prince of His Majesty's favorite today, was diagnosed by the Tai Hospital as "suffering from a stroke in the body, paralyzed and not sick." ”

Three years have passed, Li Muhan has already lost weight into a skeleton, in the early autumn of this year, the maple forest outside Chang'an City was like fire, and he died silently under the imperial mausoleum. The guards who delivered the meal were not surprised to find his body, and only sent his bones back to the palace with a straw curtain.

The emperor looked at the unrecognizable corpse in astonishment, is this his high-spirited son? He trembled and stood up from his high seat, and walked to the side of the rotten and stinking corpse.

He can't believe it, can't!

He suddenly lifted all the straw mats, and a letter fell out of his cuff, and he eagerly opened the letterhead to find clues about his son's disobedience.

He was disappointed, and there was not the slightest resentment or nostalgia on this letter, but it was just a straightforward account of the events of his youth.

In January of the twelfth year of Jingyao, it snowed heavily, and the queen mother went to the Xiangguo Temple outside the city to offer incense to pray for the Tang Dynasty and her father. This year's plum blossoms are in full bloom, the red plum and white snow are light red and snow-white, and the queen mother asked someone to break a plum blossom and bring it back to the palace, saying that she wanted to let her father, who worked hard day and night, take a look at the beautiful scenery outside Chang'an. The queen mother said that standing side by side with her beloved and smiling at Mei Xue is the most affectionate thing in the world, and I found that girl, but I couldn't take her to see it once.

In April of the thirteenth year of Jingyao, it was sunny, after the ancestor worship ceremony was the spring hunting season, my father suddenly got old, afraid of the cold, I hunted a black bear for my father with several royal brothers, and the queen mother decorated the eagle feathers with black bear skin, and sewed a big piece for my father with her own hands, I don't know if my father is warm to wear?

In September of the fifteenth year of Jingyao, the northern barbarians came to Shengdu to visit, called worship, but it was actually a demonstration. I summoned all the guest ministers to give advice, and came up with a way to disturb the Northern Barbarian border with the help of Dongyi's hand, and sure enough, the Northern Barbarian disobedience was solved. However, my father was not very happy, why?

In December of the nineteenth year of Jingyao, the king let the minister die, the minister had to die, the father let the son die, and the son had to die. It's just that I want to see the beautiful scenery of Meixue with my mother again, and hunt with my father and brother again, if I have the opportunity to fulfill my promise to Yilong, how good it would be...

In July of the twenty-first year of Jingyao, my father and mother, my hometown Chang'an, farewell.

The emperor trembled and picked up the skinny Li Muhan, ignoring the rancid smell on his body, pressed his head on his shoulder, cried sadly, and couldn't suppress the thought of the milky little doll in his mind, pulling his hair and riding on his neck, and shouting happily: "Father, ride a horse." ”

In the empty and glorious hall, there was a whimpering cry, accompanied by the gray hair that hung down in the old age, and the bitter tears stained the placket of the clothes.

"Wu'er! Mu Han! ”

This cry of pain echoed in the inner courtyard of the deep palace for a long time, as if calling a long-lost child to go home.

Yi Long returned to Meng Po's tea house, sitting on the left and right with You Ning and Meng Po, and Lu Li on the opposite side.

She said with tears in her eyes: "There are plum xi, but in fact, there are seven xi." Ask for a gentleman, and be lucky. After all, he didn't mean to deceive me, he didn't mean to deceive me. ”

Yi Long understands that at this moment, he has made a lifelong promise to another woman, and the young man who galloped on horses in previous years will never come back.

For him, it was a brief dream of frost and snow in his youth, pure and slightly cool.

To her?

She will remember that in the frosty and snowy winter of that year, a chivalrous young man with eyes like distant mountains once made a promise with her to walk in the snow and find plum blossoms, even if he did not go to the appointment as scheduled.

She had no regrets, raised her eyes to look at the two, and said with a smile: "Help me say to Su Su, thank her for appearing, so that I can stop the precipice." If there is a fate in the next life, I hope to meet her again and be friends who talk about everything. She licked her lips and continued: "If yes, if you see a Taoist priest named Feng Ruqing, help me tell him that even if he has low mana and no chivalrous heart, my mother and I met him, it is not that we have been moldy for eight lifetimes, thank him for raising me as an adult." ”

"Okay." Lu Li nodded slightly.

Her eyes were red, tears were rolling, and she turned her eyes to look at the ghosts waiting to go up to the Xiangxiang Stone by the bridge, and smiled.

She turned her eyes to look at them, and Meng Po had already poured another bowl of ecstasy soup and sent it to her in time. She lowered her eyes and took the soup bowl and asked in a low voice, "I drank the soup, and I don't remember it, right?" ”

No one answered her words, she smiled and said, "It's clear that everything is not perfect, but I still feel nostalgic." People live a lifetime, and the more they really want, the more difficult it is. As the words fell, she raised the soup to her lips and drank it without the slightest hesitation.

The long dream is falling, and no one in the world may remember this happy and amorous woman like a drizzle in the mountains. Only in the mortal world, Chang'an City, which is noisy and prosperous day and night, still has such a bridge that no one has set foot on, and there is always a stone carved plum blossom standing proudly in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Like a dream, the best time is like a dream.

You Ning let out a long sigh and said faintly: "After all, the heart of a pure child is no match for the emperor's heart technique. ”

Meng Po turned around and sat on Youning's side, and while pushing the tea to them, she said: "Forget about the mortal affairs, talk about you, you rarely come to the underworld recently, and there are more grievances." ”

Lu Li lowered his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "Emperor Xudu's rectification of the underworld has begun to take effect, and we don't always want to cause trouble." ”

Meng Po smiled lowly and said: "Speaking of this, it's true, my broken tea house doesn't have much oil and water, I wish those souls drank the soup happily and didn't cause me trouble." The two brothers were miserable, they were really investigated, all their family property was confiscated, and they were reduced to ordinary ghosts. Judge Cui fell, and a large number of ghosts of his cronies were also uprooted, tsk, it's too miserable. ”

She rolled her eyes, and then said: "It's the clerk Si Nian next to the emperor who took over the affairs of Judge Cui, and he is only one piece of paper away from taking office, presumably, the judge's mansion will change his surname to Si soon." I don't know how the emperor made up his mind? ”

Youning was silent, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Lu Li replied: "This is a good thing. ”

Meng Po sighed and said: "It's good to be honest and honest, and it's good for everyone to be in danger?" She lowered her voice and continued: "The fire two days ago burned the Xuanwu Divine Monarch and the Taibai Immortal Monarch to death in the underworld, and the upper part was furious, I heard that someone was going to be sent to investigate, and the errand of the underworld is getting worse and harder." ”

You Ning narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "These troubles are all from Emperor Xudu, no matter how he worries about losing his hair, let's just be idlers." She smiled lowly, and continued, "Ah Zui has made a good wine, so I have time to taste it." ”

Meng Po nodded: "You are right. ”

"Okay, it's been a long time, it's time to go back to work." Youning stood up and patted the dust off his body.

At this moment, a pair of thin hands suddenly grabbed the corners of Youning's skirt, and these hands stretched out from the Lechuan River with a filthy and foul smell.

"Fairy! My sister is dying! Please! Save my sister! A hoarse voice like an old woman came, and the voice was like an old bellows with a lingering breath.