When the sun is in the sky, the afterglow is shining, pouring on Zhu Youzhang's angular cheeks, which is picturesque.

Pianpian boy, sword eyebrows frowned. His frowning appearance has attracted the admiration of many young women, but he was born in the emperor's family and is a person with little affection.

He stood in front of the gate of Kunning Palace with his body bowed, staring at the red rope in his hand and weeping, his face full of apology and remorse.

"Your Majesty, do you remember?" Nan Xu lowered his head and looked at him, "The red rope tied on your feet belongs to the mother." ”

He remembered, how could he not remember.

He remembered the girl who dragged him all over the street and ran for her life with injuries; He remembered the girl he didn't know back then, but he didn't hesitate to save him with her life; He remembered the young lady Zhang who cut her arm without hesitation in order to divert away the eunuch who was chasing him.

The savior with red ropes on both feet, how could he forget.

He didn't want to find her, but when he and Wynne rushed back to save her, they saw a red rope falling from her in a pool of blood.

When he went around to find out her whereabouts, he heard that the Zhang family had just died of a granddaughter not long ago. When he wanted to go to the door in person to thank him, a huge mansion of the Zhang family was already empty.

He thought she was dead.

In the past eleven years, he has been thinking about her day and night, how does he know that the person he misses is his married wife who snubbed in Kunning Palace.

"Where is she?" Zhu Youzhu's eyes were red, and he tugged at Nan Xu's sleeves like crazy.

Nan Xu's face was expressionless, "Baiyun Temple." ”

When Zhu Youzhu heard this, he immediately grabbed the red rope and ran out.

Nan Xu looked at his back in a hurry, and there was a trace of sadness.

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place.

She is already a heartless person, and even if you find her, she may not recognize you.

Zhang Junfang woke up like a big dream, and before he opened his eyes, he heard a few people talking not far away.

One asked, "What if she remembered?"

Another replied, "Providence is so, she is a poststar."

Zhang Junyu's eyes opened slightly, and he turned his head to see that the door of the house was wide open, and there were two people standing outside the door like a pine, one was wearing a moon-white robe, and the other was wearing an ink-colored robe.

"Is it really irretrievable?"

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe did not answer, looked at her sideways, seemed to have a deep meaning in his eyes, and said, "She is awake."

The man in the fancy dress also looked back, his face was happy, and his phoenix eyes were extremely good-looking with a smile, and he called her "Zhu'er".

He couldn't wait to stretch out his hands, revealing his slender fingers, helping her up and smiling, "You're finally awake."

"Talking about big brother?" Zhang Junyu didn't remember who he was, but she recognized him at a glance, as if she had been destined to be like this.

"Do you remember me?" Tan Yifeng raised his eyebrows, staring at her with deep eyes, and her words made her incomprehensible.

"Why don't I remember you, you're my childhood sweetheart."

Tan Yifeng didn't answer, only hugged her tightly, trembled and said, "Let's go home."

Yu Daochun has not spoken since Zhang Junfeng woke up, until Zhang Junfeng walked past him with Tan Yifeng, and he always kept his mouth shut and did not say a word.

When the two of them left, he sighed lightly, looked at Tan Yifeng's figure, and said to himself: "Why torture yourself."

Yu Daochun and Tan Yifeng's father are friends in the world, he sees his nephew so obsessed and unrepentant, he can't help but regret it, such a young man, not hesitating to be a red dust, but willing to be a heartless person, in order to be just a woman destined to have nothing to do with him.

He is a monk, and he is supposed to help the world and benefit all sentient beings.

This time he did save someone, but he also hurt someone.

If a person has no heart, he has no seven emotions and six desires, but talking about Yifeng is an exception, is it because he is too obsessed......

The carriage slowly drove out of Baiyun Temple, Zhang Junyu took out the crested jade flute from his sleeve, looked at it carefully, and saw Tan Yifeng turn around, so he stretched out the jade flute, and a shallow smile melted people's hearts, "Help me put it on." ”

Tan Yifeng came back to his senses, staring at the jade flute, but he was stunned, and raised his eyes slightly as if begging, "This jade flute is old, I will send you a new one when I go back to the city." ”

"I don't want a new one, I just want this," Zhang Junfang is always so persistent.

"Why?"

"It's a gift from a beloved, it's not old," she smiled, but deepened.

Tan Yifeng's eyebrows tightened, and he was stunned for a long time before he took the jade flute and smiled warmly: "Okay."

He put on the jade flute for her, she hung her head shyly, smiled like a flower, and whispered: "Brother Tan's hands are really more and more skillful, and he can make such a delicate jade flute."

Hearing this, he didn't say anything, sat back and looked at her, his smile stiff.

Zhang Junyu also looked at him with a smile.

He took her into his arms, thanking her for the quiet years, and wished that she would never remember the past again in this life, so that she could stay by his side forever.

People are always selfish, and he gives her his heart in the hope that she will always think of him.

Just like now, it is him in the eyes, and he is still in the heart.

The breeze gently brushed his cheeks, leaving a trace of coolness, the curtain rose with the wind, the sunset sprinkled in, Zhang Junfang looked sideways out of the window, sparsely populated.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of horses' hooves, and I saw a young man in an ink-colored suit riding a horse and whipping and galloping past.

She couldn't help but want to take a closer look, but when she came back to her senses, the man had disappeared without a trace, only the dead branches and leaves along the way slowly fell.

The person she had just seen somewhere.

When Zhu Youzhu arrived at the Baiyun Temple, the sun had completely submerged in the clouds, looking at the sky in the west, the sunset, red like blood, beautiful and enchanting.

"Who is the donor looking for?" The person who came was a little Taoist priest who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"I'll look for it, Yu Daochang."

"Master has already entered the room to meditate, and there will be no visitors in the next few days, so please come back."

Zhu Youzhu said again: "I'm sorry for you to go in and let me know, I have something important to ask him."

"Master meditates, others can't be disturbed, if the donor needs to ask the master for something, come back in a few days."

Zhu Youjiao's impatient temperament, how could he endure repeated words, and without waiting for the little Taoist priest to speak, he coldly pushed him aside and pushed the door into the house.

When I entered the room, I saw Yu Daochun sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and recuperating.

"I have something to ask you."

Yu Daochun opened his eyes, did not get up to take the car, but sneered and said: "Young Tianzi, you are really high-spirited."

"Where is the Lady now?"

"I don't know the poor way," Yu Daochun would tell him that it was not that the heavenly secret could not be revealed, but he didn't like Zhu Youzhu's arrogance.

I think that when the Empress Dowager Zhou saw him, she was still polite and gave three points, but now although Zhu Youzhu is the emperor, he is also a junior, so he should be respected.

Zhu Youzhu knew that he had lost his manners, so he couldn't help but be ashamed, and retreated to the door and bowed to Yu Daochun.

Yu Daochun really spoke, but every time he spoke, he was unsatisfactory.

She died, he said.

When Zhu Youzhu heard this, his body that had not yet straightened up was completely frozen, he didn't dare to believe it, but he had to believe it.

Eleven years ago she saved him, but eleven years later he let her go.

Eleven years ago he missed her, and eleven years later, he missed her too.

Eleven years ago he thought she was dead, and eleven years later she was really dead.