Time seemed to stand still, and in this empty hall, there was only the sound of water droplets on the woman's body dripping to the ground.

Today's tea is not very good, Lu Qianjin took a sip, and felt that the bitterness rushed from the tip of his tongue to his heart. It was a long time before she spoke: "I refuse." ”

The woman didn't expect her to refuse, and surprise flashed in her red eyes: "You don't want to?" Don't even ask him about his own wishes? "Look at Yingzheng.

There was no trace of turbulence in Ying Zheng's eyes, he was very calm, and even in that calm, a kind of ridicule could be seen. "My will? From the time I died 2,000 years ago and woke up again 2,000 years later, my life, all my possession, belonged to my daughter. Her will is mine. Women, don't waste your thoughts. Say what you mean, the rest has nothing to do with you. ”

"More than two thousand years ago?" The woman's face was cold: "You actually live longer than me." ”

Ying Zheng had just heard the message that she was not an ordinary person from Qianjin's words, but she didn't expect that she had lived for many years, and she might even be stronger than Lu Qianjin. "How many years have you lived?"

The woman did not answer, but moved her gaze to the silent Lu Qianjin. She listened to them quietly with a cup of tea, her eyes dark, her wide sleeves hanging down, and the faint fragrance was faintly filling.

"You know, right?"

Lu Qianjin said lightly: "From the first time I saw you, I knew it." In the Qing Dynasty, a man named Yuan Mei wrote a book, "Zi Bu Si". It records that zombies are divided into eight middle. One of the most is said to be indissolvable. Born from the resentment of heaven and earth, immortal, and immortal, it is abandoned outside the six realms of reincarnation for heaven and earth. Able to enter and exit the two worlds of yin and yang, the upper reaches of the nine heavens, the lower reaches of the netherworld, although the body is lifeless, lifeless and immortal, but like an immortal at ease[1]. These knowledgeable people know it. Now should I call you Bu Gu, or Princess Shanyin, Liu Chuyu? ”

Princess of Shanyin, Liu Chuyu.

Hearing this name, the woman's cold expression finally changed. It is extremely subtle, but she can see the violent fluctuations in her heart.

Lu Qianjin asked her, "Do you want to cry?" ”

"I don't have any tears anymore." The woman raised her hand and touched her eyes, restoring her calm. "Call me Liu Chuyu, I still prefer this name."

"Your abilities have surpassed mine. Why did you come to me? ”

Liu Chuyu paused, "Although I am powerful and heaven and earth cannot control it, I am afraid of time. I can't walk through time. I've been to the underworld to find out where He Ji's soul is, but I haven't found it. He's definitely still there. Lu Qianjin, find him and bring it to me. ”

Lu Qianjin looked at her silently, "Do you think this makes sense?" ”

Liu Chuyu raised his head and looked at her. The red eyes were like red gems, shining with a cold light. "I don't want meaning, I just want him."

Lu Qianjin has nothing to say. The most difficult thing to persuade in this world is persistence, she herself is like this, what qualifications does she have to ask others, don't do this?

Put down the teacup and said loudly: "Xinyun." ”

The water is rippling, and Xinyun and Xinheng are coming, just like walking out of the lady's picture.

Liu Chuyu got up, and before leaving, he deliberately left a sentence: "I don't want anything else, as long as you bring him to me." I have a hunch that He Ji must still be in that era. ”

Lu Qianjin and Ying Zheng arrived at the room full of mirrors, and unlike last time, this time the room became clean and tidy. There is no need for white light, it is dazzling as soon as you walk in.

After looking left and right, Lu Qianjin was obviously satisfied. Pluck a plain silver hairpin from his head and throw it on the ground. The hairpin did not fall to the mirror on the ground, and when it was about to fall, it was surrounded by a soft white light, and the white light became larger, and finally out of the white light came a girl wearing light pink half-arms and combing double buns.

The girl smiled as soon as she landed, "The monarch [2] hasn't called Su Yao out for almost a hundred years. ”

Lu Qianjin also smiled when she saw her: "I didn't need you to come out before, wouldn't it be good to sleep in the hairpin." Now I'm going to the Southern Song Dynasty, you help me guard here, do you know the consequences of not being able to hold it? ”

"Of course I do." Su Yao still looked smiling, "If you can't hold it, you won't be able to come out, monarch." As he spoke, he looked at her, as if he had just discovered Yingzheng. Sovereign, is this your husband? ”

Ying Zheng glanced at her with a smile, and Lu Qianjin felt a little blushing, "Why are you talking so much today." ”

Ying Zheng stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulder: "Let's go." ”

She took out the small bronze mirror in her hand, and took out the book by the way. The book flipped quickly, and when it stopped at a certain page, it finally stopped moving.

When that familiar white light pierced her eyes, Lu Qianjin was almost crying, why was it so dazzling every time? Sure enough, it's still the same recipe, and it's still the familiar taste.

She and Ying Zheng walked hand in hand to the white light, and when their consciousness was about to separate, they said to him: "No matter who you wake up and become, or what you become, don't worry." Ah Zheng, come to me, if you can't find me, I will definitely look for you. ”

I'll definitely go to you...... It was the last sentence that Lu Qianjin left when she was taken away by that white light.

The Sanyin princess of the Southern Song Dynasty was wild/lewd, except for the horses, there were more than 30 in the face capital. In the history of the wild, even her titular uncle, the beautiful man Chu Yuan, failed to escape her clutches.

Lu Qianjin thought that when she woke up, it might be a wine pond and meat forest, or it could be the scene of three thousand beautiful men surrounding her. I never thought it would be such a scene.

She sat on her knees, and there was a man, lying in her arms. The blood at the corner of his lips was so bright that when people saw it, they felt a piercing pain. Lu Qianjin looked at the man in her arms, frowning and feeling so distressed that she couldn't help herself. This is not her love xù. She occupied Liu Chuyu's body, but Liu Chuyu's love was still in this body, and the pain was unforgiving.

She couldn't even control Liu Chuyu's body, she could only feel her feelings like a bystander, and watched this tragedy.

Inside the body, Liu Chuyu's consciousness is not dead yet. How tragic and sad must it be to make her consciousness so persistent?

"Chu ...... Jade ...... "The man called her like this, his face was clearly covered in blood, but there was a relieved smile on his face.

At such a moment, the love in his eyes is relaxed and comfortable.

Liu Chuyu's body was not controlled by Lu Qianjin, and he automatically lowered his head spontaneously and looked at him gently, but did not shed tears. "Ziye, don't say it. You're tired, close your eyes. My sister will be with you right away. ”

Lu Qianjin sensed the thoughts of this body so clearly, Liu Chuyu understood what his poor brother was thinking, why he still had to hold on and refuse to close his eyes. She is his most trusted and favorite royal sister, and she understands his thoughts best.

Sure enough, after she said this, Ziye gently closed his eyes, and he was finally relieved. This life is too bitter, and he is reluctant to let her go alone. Even if it's a hell down there, after all, he is still with him.

"Why are you not even crying today?" A man's voice came from the side, with a hint of banter in the coldness, as if Ziye's death was just a game for him.

Liu Chuyu's body raised his head extremely slowly, and his gaze swept over his clean uppers, brocade clothes, and the long sword with blood stains slowly falling in his hands. He just stood there, as if they had met for the first time, with a handsome face and picturesque eyebrows.

At this moment, Lu Qianjin understood their identities through Liu Chuyu's thinking, and also saw the fall of this wrong love. Standing in front of her was Liu Chuyu's concubine He Ji. And the one who just died, obviously, was Liu Chuyu's younger brother, the sixth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Liu Ziye.

Her colt killed her brother.

But she still wants Lu Qianjin, go back to a thousand years ago, and bring He Ji back to her.

"There's nothing to cry about." Following the trend of Liu Chuyu's thoughts, Lu Qianjin stood up and looked back at him, Liu Chuyu's concubine, He Ji. The corners of her shirt and skirt were still stained with Liu Ziye's blood, but with such a faint glance, it seemed that she was still the eldest princess of the Huiji who was above 10,000 people under one person, Liu Chuyu.

She slowly pulled out the phoenix dripping bead on her head, and the bright red dripping bead swept in front of her eyes, like blood spilling from Ziye's lips. Drop by drop, the world in front of her was red.

"You want me to be grieved, you want me to be miserable, you want me to fall at your feet. Huijing, you look at me so lightly...... "That's just this, for Princess San'in, it's really a little ridiculous.

Lu Qianjin said the lines in his mind like this, and he also felt very dramatic, and couldn't help but tremble and laugh. The step shake in her hand was given by her father when Liu Chuyu and He Ji got married, and they wanted to rely on each other.

"Huijing[3]......" she called softly, and there seemed to be many long unspoken words behind her. This is what Liu Chuyu wants to do and what he wants to say. Lu Qianjin did not interfere much, but acted according to the written script.

His body trembled slightly, but he pursed his lips, refusing to reveal the slightest trace of his true feelings to her. "Liu Chuyu, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. You are ridiculous/lewd, Liu Ziye is mediocre and cruel, you are not worthy of the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

She still looked at him, but didn't follow his words. By this day, she had already seen a qiē away, and there was no need to listen to anything. "Huijing," she called him again, "a few days ago, you said, is the snow in the north really that beautiful?" ”

He Ji didn't expect her to ask such a question, and was stunned for a moment, with an inexplicable glint flashing in her eyes.

"It's true."

"It's a pity ......" said this, and his hand pinched the step and wanted to poke it into the heart. He Ji didn't expect her to make such a move, his brows furrowed, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist and folded it out.

Her wrist hurt, and she lost her head when she swayed, but it could cut the texture on her neck.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and snatched the step shake in her hand, but said in his mouth: "Liu Chuyu, will you and I let you die so easily?" ”