Yi Xianxing can finally not sacrifice his child, and Dr. Bin can continue his life, which is really a beautiful thing, but it can also be regarded as a matter of Xin Yao's heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since she had already made an appointment with Master Si Ling, Xin Yao stayed for two days, then hurriedly said goodbye to Yi Xianxing, joined hands with Meng Qingzhi, and set off for Yizhou, but went to another, most important and heavy matter.

Strange to say, the more the two walked to the Central Plains, the more often they saw a strange scene, the local young women, all wearing white flowers, I don't know when this trend of dressing began.

Some girls put flowers in their buns, some pinned them to their sideburns, and some directly strung them into a wreath as a beautiful hair ornament to wear on the top of their heads.

Dressed up like this, it is indeed beautiful and lovely, there has been a time when girls are popular with blue hair accessories, all over the country like to wear blue beaded flowers, sometimes red, sometimes golden, popular always change, but this white flower on the head, no matter how beautiful and lovely, how to say it looks unlucky.

"Pretty little sister." A crisp voice sounded behind Xin Yao.

When I turned around, I saw a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, holding a white flower in her hand, and handed it to Xin Yao.

"Are you calling me?" Xin Yao looked left and right, and it seemed that there were no other women around her besides herself.

"It's you, the young lady without flowers." The girl nodded, only to see that the girl's sideburns were also sandwiched with a white flower, exactly the same as the one in her hand, "I have a surplus here, give it to you." ”

"Little sister, thank you. I would like to ask, why is everyone wearing white flowers? Xin Yao took the flowers, and then politely wore them on her sideburns in front of the girl, like a flower-like hair ornament, beautiful and moving.

"Little sister, you don't even know, they all say that the Weaver Girl in the sky has passed away, and mortal women such as me must wear white flowers on their heads and mourn for it." The girl's eyes widened in surprise in an incredulous tone.

Xin Yao was noncommittal, it turned out to be a superstitious Weaver Girl in the sky, this white flower is a flower mourning for the Weaver Girl.

"Hehe, how can there be any Weaver Girl, if you want to say that the fairy who is admired and loved, the queen mother is the world, the Weaver Girl fairy has passed away, and the queen is the queen." Xin Yao said with a smile, and was about to pick off the flowers on her sideburns, the flowers of mourning, unlucky.

"Little sister, you don't even know?" The girl was dumbfounded, looking at Xin Yao with extremely strange eyes.

Such a surprised gaze made Xin Yao's heart weak for a while, and when she was about to pick off the flower's hand, she also stopped in the air and paused.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Xin Yao wondered.

"Queen Mother, not long ago, she also passed away." The girl whispered, as if she was saying something particularly taboo, and quickly covered her mouth after speaking, and looked around to see if anyone else heard it.

"Ahh Xin Yao was so shocked that she couldn't describe it, the queen mother in the palace also passed away?

Back then, Queen Du treated Xin Yao like a sister, amiable, got along well, thought about the royal family wholeheartedly, did not compete for favor or jealousy at all, and in order to fulfill Xin Yao and the emperor, she deliberately recognized Xin Yao as her sister.

I haven't seen each other for several years in the blink of an eye, and the current Queen Du, if she is still alive, is only in her early twenties, it is a good time for spring to bloom, how can she pass away at such a beautiful age, and she is jealous!

Queen Du's mother is admired all over the world, and her immortal death has provoked girls all over the country to mourn.

Xin Yao's hand in mid-air was put back again, allowing the white flowers to continue to stay on her sideburns, her expression was sad, and for a while, she was dull.

Thinking back to the bits and pieces of Queen Du, the harem and Queen Du are in charge, it should be the emperor's blessing, but unfortunately, it may be that the Weaver Girl of the Tianshan Mountains died, so God let Queen Du be taken away and let her be the Weaver Girl, right?

"Xin Yao, what's wrong, you seem to be sad?" Meng Qingzhi looked at Xin Yao in confusion, thoughtful in his heart.

"I'm heartbroken." Xin Yao told the truth, and didn't take into account Meng Qingzhi's feelings for a while.

"The queen has passed away, the harem is ownerless, and the emperor should be very lonely." Meng Qingzhi was thinking in his heart, he was worried, whether Xin Yao was so sad because he missed the emperor, he continued to ask tentatively, "Do you want to go back to the palace?" ”

"I've never thought of it like this." Xin Yao shook her head resolutely, looking at Meng Qingzhi with a pair of bright eyes.

"I see you so sad, just because you miss the emperor."

Xin Yao's eyes flowed, it turned out that Meng Qingzhi had knocked over the vinegar altar, and she thought too much, the reason why Xin Yao was so sad was because she thought of Queen Du's kindness to her that day, as well as her kind and noble appearance.

"I'm missing the deceased lady." Xin Yao explained.

"Xin Yao, in your heart, will you still miss the emperor, or rather, you have forgotten him?" As soon as Meng Qingzhi asked this, he immediately regretted it, and such a question seemed to be that he didn't trust Xin Yao.

Xin Yao thought about it, word by word, and said sonorously:

"Never remember, never forget."

"Eh, you were, that, after all, also ......" Meng Qingzhi hesitated, wanting to speak and stopping, but he was always embarrassed to ask.

"Qingzhi, do you have any confusion in your heart?" Xin Yao smiled, how could she be willing to make her sweetheart so uneasy.

Meng Qingzhi paused, weighed it in his heart, and since he had already said the beginning, he simply asked all the doubts in his heart:

"I'm sorry, Xin Yao, it's not that I don't believe you, I'm just not confident. I want to know, what is the weight of the emperor in your heart at this time? ”

"It's like a big tree, deeply rooted." Xin Yao smiled calmly, and already had the answer in her heart.

"Deep-rooted......" Meng Qingzhi was slightly distressed when he heard this, showing disappointed eyes and looking depressed.

"No, my heart is like a mountain forest, and a big tree will never be remembered to me; But once it existed, it took root, and it will never be forgotten. ”

"Every passer-by in life is like a tree in the mountains and forests.

There is a big tree like Master, it brings me kindness, even if I am in a foreign land, I will always miss and be grateful for this big tree.

A tree like a star brings me laughter and touches, and I often want to take the initiative to find it.

There is a big tree like the emperor, I once hit the trunk hard, I don't hold grudges, so I don't take the initiative to think about him, even if I occasionally pass by it, I will remember it, because it has brought me pain, but it is just remember, I will not approach it again, passing by is passing by, its existence will not have any effect on me, just existence. ”

Meng Qingzhi carefully recalled Xin Yao's words, and suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "What about me, how am I a tree?" ”

"You are my mountain." Xin Yao responded sweetly as she approached Meng Qingzhi's ear.

After that, the two looked at each other and smiled with relief.