Guan Tong has been dead for so long, Fu Xiu no longer wants to mention this sad matter, shook his head and said: "I just heard that Sister Tong died of a violent illness........ the eldest prince was very sad at that time, crying every night, and also fell seriously ill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Oh, His Royal Highness....... Jia'er ....... Does he look like his mother? Su Bin was in a trance and began to ask about the eldest prince.

Fu Xiu was bored with the day, and seeing that he was old and had a very gentle temperament, he told him about Guan Tong's death and the life of the eldest prince, except for the sudden death of the eldest prince. Su Bin listened carefully, and a warm smile gradually slipped across his wrinkled face, and he didn't know if it was the eldest prince who reminded him of his little cousin who used to be silent.

It wasn't until sunset that Su Bin slowly resigned. Fukuyu thought that Prince Shinjo should also go to his tent, so he ordered his horse to be led away, and walked back slowly.

When he walked to his tent, he was about to step inside, when he heard a strange sound coming out intermittently.

It turned out to be the man's low pant that was close to frenzy when he indulged in lust, and the woman's suppressed pain and unbearable low whimper.

Fuxiu froze for a moment, then raised his head, the clouds above the western sky were gray and heavy, and now they were cut by a thin golden light, soothingly bursting with an almost terrible red light, like someone's belly being cut open by a sharp blade, leaving a rushing and bright blood.

Fuxiu quickly turned to the back of the tent and hid in a corner where the others could not see, waiting quietly.

At last the moon slowly poked its head out, and Prince Xincheng finally put on his armor and walked briskly out of the tent. He looked up at the lonely moon that wanted to shine on the dark mountains, and smiled puzzledly.

Fukuxiu hesitantly stepped into the tent, and by this time the tent had been lit with a bright oil lamp.

Under a small bronze osmanthus folding branch oil lamp, Jiang Yutan's face was pale, leaning closely against the wooden pillar behind him, wrapped in a tight-fitting gray cloth-colored single clothes, and a pair of bright eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist. No matter how you look at it, it's not clear. This is completely different from the Jiang Yutan that Fu Xiu saw in the palace for the first time, and compared with the first time they met before, it seems that he is a different person.

It was like a white snow lotus being picked hard, and being viciously trampled on; It is like a pearl of the deep sea night wrapped in coarse cloth clothes and fell into a pool of bottomless silt, rolling black mud and sewage, and no one picks it up and treasures it.

Or, for her, her original choice was the right one.

She should have promised Buddhism a long time ago, to escape from the red dust, to stay away from the world, and not to let any man touch her, even this man who has loved her so deeply - Prince Xincheng.

Fu Xiu took out a piece of osmanthus cake from the cloth bag he was carrying, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Jiang Yutan's hand. Fuxiu himself was leaning on the other side of the pillar, half leaning on the felt of the fox fur shop, eating a piece of osmanthus crisp, and drinking the snow-capped ice chips sent by the Prince of Xincheng a few days ago.

After a long time, Jiang Yutan bowed to Fu Xiu in a hoarse voice and thanked him, picked up the piece of osmanthus cake, and swallowed it hard one bite after another.

"Why don't you ask me why?" Jiang Yutan ate a little osmanthus crisp, obviously no longer had an appetite, looked at the flame that was blown by the wind and beat slightly, and asked in a low voice.

Fu Xiu tore open the osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth one by one, completely ignoring his original identity. He replied vaguely: "I can't understand people's hearts." Your heart is extraordinary, and I can't read it. ”

"I don't understand....... That's good, too. Sometimes seeing too clearly is not necessarily a good thing, it just adds to your own troubles....... Jiang Yutan smiled and sighed: "I once told you that I have a special power since I was a child, and I can see many things in the future. I saw a lot of things I wanted to see, and I saw a lot of things I didn't want to see, but most of the things happened after I died. ”

Fu Xiu was startled, turned around hurriedly, held Jiang Yutan's cold hand tightly, and said slowly: "Yutan, you think too much. We are only a small part of the world, it is enough to be ourselves in this life, and now our road is still so long, Yutan should not talk nonsense. ”

Jiang Yutan smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's been long, I'm not long, and now I'm at the end of my life....... I grew up in a Buddhist temple since I was a child, with a pure heart and few desires, trying to escape my calamity with the help of the power of Buddhism, and escape the calamity of the people of the world. I'm afraid I can't escape it now, and I already feel that it's all getting closer. ”

Fuxiu couldn't help but ask, "Yutan, what do you feel?" What will happen in the future? Can I still see the emperor and me? ”

Fuxiu originally thought that Jiang Yutan would not answer, but she actually replied quickly: "I have seen the death of many people, and I have also seen my own death. Within a few days, I would die in a way I didn't expect, by the sword of the man I loved the most. And when I die, thousands of people will die, and the border will be deserted for thousands of miles. All of this is caused by the army of the Qing Empire......."

Fu Xiu fought a cold war, originally the osmanthus crisp has been placed for a long time, has gradually hardened, if it is not for the softening of tea, I am afraid that I will not be able to swallow a piece. Now that he was shocked by Jiang Yutan's words, he couldn't swallow a piece anymore, and looked at Jiang Yutan blankly.

"I, I'm always .......unwilling" Jiang Yutan's long eyelashes were like a dying butterfly, trembling and fluttering a few times, and fluttered on the face like a flower and jade, and the shadow was dull. She laughed a little nervously to herself: "In the past few days, I have done enough, done so much for him, and done so much for him. A few days later, Xincheng agreed, but let me use myself in exchange, and I agreed. If he had gone, far away from me, away from the new city, or if I and they could have escaped this fateful fate, I had foreseen that all wars could have been avoided. ”

"Prince Xincheng........" Fu Xiu couldn't breathe, grabbed Jiang Yutan's arm, and exclaimed: "You mean, it's him...... He may also ......"

"Impossible!" Jiang Yutan suddenly raised his eyes, and his pupils finally flashed with the original light like a bright mirror, "Yes, I saw it...... He's going to die tomorrow! Then, if I had gone to him early to-morrow morning, and told him not to act rashly, and to stay with me in the camp for a day, he would not have died in the battle between the two armies to-morrow. ”

Fu Xiu drooped down and held Jiang Yutan's hands tightly, and said after a long time: "It must be ....... Impossible! Tomorrow I will accompany you and watch you every step of the way! I don't believe it, absolutely..... Unbelief! (To be continued.) )