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The father and daughter dragged the boxes out of the trunk and carried them to the house with great difficulty. Wu Xi opened the windows of the room one by one and let in the stuffy air outside. She walked over to the bookshelf in her bedroom and pulled out a picture from a book. In the photo, the boy standing next to her smiled as brightly as the sun outside the window, "Zhu Yu," she once again read these two words in her heart, these two words that she had forgotten but would forever take root in her heart.

"Huh? What is this? Wu Li'an's voice came from the living room, Wu Xi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and came outside the house, she saw Lao Wu holding a palm-sized canvas bag in his hand. He took out a few yellow paper talismans from it, "This bag is full of these things, Xixi, what are they for?" ”

Wu Xi took the bag, she recognized these paper talismans, they were Xu Xing's. The charm automatically burns when something evil approaches, so he can know that she is in danger in the first place, so that he can arrive in time.

A corner of her heart moved slightly, but she was quickly suppressed by herself, "Old Wu, I'm a little sleepy, go to the house and sleep for a while." Wu Xi walked into the house with the package of paper talismans and threw himself on the small bed that he had not seen for a long time.

Mo Zhi walked in the garden in a hurry, and these corridors around her seemed to look the same, full of paintings and words that she couldn't read, and the more she looked, the more she couldn't figure out where she was. She was a little anxious, her forehead was gradually covered with fine sweat, today is the Gold Festival, her performance is the most important part of all performances, if something goes wrong with the performance because of her own reasons, she can't afford to lose even ten heads.

She rounded a rockery and found herself under an arched bridge made of bluestone and white marble, with a small boxy pavilion in the middle.

Mo Zhixian saw that there was no way ahead, so he had to get on the bridge, but as soon as he walked into the pavilion, he coldly bumped into a person's arms. She looked up in fear, and her eyes met a pair of clear eyes. It was a young man, dressed in a blue robe, holding a white folding fan, and his eyes were like the blue water under the bridge.

Mo Zhixian was stunned, she grew up in the folk and had never seen such a man as gentle as the wind and drizzle. Before she knew it, her face was flushed, like the glow of the sky.

"Miss, I didn't hurt you." The man's voice was also very good, stirring up layers of waves in her heart.

"I'm fine." Mo Zhixian hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that the person in front of him would see through his thoughts.

"I see you're in a hurry, are you looking for somewhere?" The man closed the fan and leaned slightly towards her.

"I ...... I'm looking for a big stage. ”

"So you're going there too," he smiled, "it seems that we're in the same way, come with me." ”

Mo Zhixian didn't dare to stand side by side with him, she walked behind and silently followed his footsteps, looking at the tall back in front, she suddenly hoped that he could walk slower, the pavilions and pavilions beside her seemed to be blurred, in her eyes, there was only the man in green clothes, he seemed to be the only color in her world.

"What's your name?" A headless sentence.

"What?" The person in front turned his head.

"I ...... I want to ask...... Childe's ......"

"Ning Fei." His eyes were crooked, and two cute brackets appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The performance of the Mo father and daughter in the evening amazed everyone present, and the emperor was happy for a while, rewarded the father and daughter, and gave several palace maids to serve them. It was night, Mo Zhixian looked at the blue table clock on the table in a daze, and her mind was full of what the emperor said when he rewarded it to her: "This is something that Ning Fei, the only son of Lord Ning, brought back from the West, you can take it well, it can be regarded as my reward for you." ”

Mo Zhixian suddenly hid his head in the crook of his arm, "Ning Fei." She said these two words in her heart, a thousand times, ten thousand times.

Since then, Mo Zhixian has been looking forward to various festivals and birthdays every day and night, she often crouches on the table, listening to the ticking of the clock, she doesn't know what the three hands on the dial represent, only knows that their movement seems to be able to take her to Ning Fei, closer to him, closer. Finally, on the emperor's 80th birthday, she saw the person who had been thinking about it again. She forcibly held back her pounding heart and walked towards the long-standing man, "Ning Gongzi," her voice was very small, Ning Fei's expression was slightly surprised, but it quickly returned to normal, he smiled faintly at her, and then walked over chatting with his colleagues beside him.

Mo Zhixian felt a sense of loss in his heart, it turned out that he had never taken himself to heart at all, too, their identities were very different, how could he be tempted by her?

But that night, Xi'er took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and secretly stuffed a letter to her, she said that the letter was given to her by Ning Fei, and asked her to send it to Miss Mo. That night, she stuck the letter to her chest as if it were her whole world. Although she was illiterate, she knew in her heart the weight of the letter, and the letter that a man secretly gave to a woman would have any other meaning?

From then on, Mo Zhixian let go of all her worries and uneasiness, and she began to wait patiently, waiting for the day when that person would save her. With hope in her heart, the days in this palace don't seem to be so difficult, whether it's coarse tea and light rice, or being treated harshly, for her, it's just a passing cloud, and it won't leave the slightest bond in her heart.

But Old Man Mo seems to be unable to hold it anymore, he has a strong heart, he can't stand the teasing of those palace maids all day long, plus he can't get good care all year round, he has no clothes to add when he is cold, and he doesn't ask for a doctor when he is sick, so on a winter day, he took Mo Zhixian's hand and swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

After he left, Mo Zhixian's life was even more sad, she had a good skill, but now that her father is gone, she can't complete many performances alone, and she doesn't even have this last bit of value. She could only look at the bell year after year, looking forward to it, waiting, she even thought that day would not come, however, she didn't expect that day to come.