Only then did Gu Yuan realize that the maids and servants who were waiting in the painting boat were all dressed in white, with white crowns and white robes, and they were mourning, while the faces of Wang Yan and Xie Xuan showed unspeakable sadness and sighs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Xiu was already in tears, and said softly: "Ah Yuan, why are you going to cultivate for the female crown?" "She is the sister-in-law of the Lu family, although she is not as good as Wang Xie and other top families, but she is also carefree and rich and pampered, I can't understand why Gu Yuan abandoned the identity of the sister-in-law of the family, but went to Changchun to Guan to cultivate for the female crown.

Gu Yuan vaguely felt tears in his eyes, raised his head slightly and endured it, before smiling and putting his robe on the couch and sitting down: "Your kindness, Yuan has received it." Since it is a send-off, how can there be no wine, I salute you. ”

The painting boat walks slowly from the bustling Qinhuai River, both sides are lively and prosperous wine shops and brothels, the exquisite painting boats sing and dance, and the merchants who sell along the river shake the rattle all the way, only this painting boat everyone is dressed in white, passing through this prosperous place, it seems so out of place.

Gu Yuan didn't feel too sad, she leaned on the railing of the painting boat, holding half a glass of residual wine in her hand, calmly looking at the bustling street markets on both sides of the river. Cui Ting didn't come, Wang Yan said that he was not in the house, no matter what, there will be different morals and customs in the future, I'm afraid there will be no contacts, but she still owes him a favor, maybe there will be no time to repay.

Xie Xuan opened his mouth and said: "If Ah Yuan needs anything in the future, just let someone send a message, and he will definitely try his best to help." Saying that, he was a little uncomfortable, if they were willing to help at the beginning, now Gu Yuan doesn't have to ask for the female crown and hide in Changchun.

Gu Yuan still thanked him seriously: "Thank you Wulang." She knew the sincerity of what he said, and she also knew their helplessness, after all, living in the world will eventually have some shackles, how can you really do what you want.

Wang Yan glanced at Gu Yuan, shook his head, raised his head and ate the wine in the cup, and sang on the railing: "Yanyan is flying, sending his feathers to the pond, and his son is returning, sending him far away in the wilderness, looking at Fuyi, crying like rain." Yan Yan is flying, the jaw of the Jie, the son is returning, far away from it, looking at the Buddha, standing with a weeping ...... "The voice is so desolate and sad, such a tune has never sounded on the Qinhuai River, so lonely and so sad, full of farewell sentimentality, but also for the helplessness of the joys and sorrows of this world."

Xie Xuan and Lu Jin sighed, and they both sang along: "Yan Yan is flying, up and down its sound, the son is returning, sent far to the south, looking at the Buddha, and working hard in my heart......"

The pedestrians coming and going on the banks of the Qinhuai River heard this sad tune from afar, and looked towards the painting boat, only to see several Lang Jun in white clothes and plain clothes sitting in the painting boat and walking slowly, someone recognized the person in the painting boat, and stared at him in surprise: "That's ...... That's the eleventh lang of the Wang family! ”

"That one is Xie Jiagolang, it's Xie Wulang!"

"Why are they dressed in white, could it be that some of their best friends and relatives have passed away? Will you mourn in a white robe? ”

Amid everyone's speculation, the painting boat fluttered away, leaving only the ancient tune to echo sadly on both sides of the Qinhuai River.

When getting off the boat, Gu Yuan looked deeply at the people in the boat: "Thank you for sending me, Yuan will say goodbye from now on." With that, she turned and walked towards the carriage with her sleeves fluttering. was originally a person who had no intersection, but in this life she had such a fate, but the main line of fate was still there, and she just wanted to be preserved.

The carriage drove Gu Yuan towards Changchunguan, Chen Yuan and A Luo were full of trepidation, but they didn't dare to ask Gu Yuan more, so they could only silently hug the baggage with them.

The people of Jiankang have heard the news that the Miaoqing female crown is going to travel and the Changchun Temple is going to change the owner, so they have come together to take a look, but they were stopped at the mountain gate by the miscellaneous guards of Changchun Temple, and they can only stand on tiptoe and watch.

When Gu Yuan's carriage arrived at the mountain gate, an older female crown stepped forward to take a look, and said with a smile: "It's the Jade True Immortal who is here, please go in." "Yuzhen is really a Taoist name given to Gu Yuan by the emperor himself.

When people heard that the carriage was the sister-in-law of the family who volunteered to come to Changchun to practice for the female crown, they all got out of the way, but they were crowded and looked into the car, wanting to see the true face of the people in the car. Only to their disappointment, the curtain of the carriage was always tightly closed, and nothing could be seen.

The carriage went along the mountain road to Changchun Guan, and when it came out of the distance, Ah Luo heard that there was no noise outside, so he gently opened the curtain and looked around, and found that the carriage had entered the mountain road, and it was quiet all around. She was about to tell Gu Yuan that there was no one watching anymore, but she saw a figure in the pavilion next to the mountain road.

A long and jade man in a dark robe was standing in the pavilion with his hands in his hands, looking at the clouds and mist between the mountain streams outside the pavilion, and there was a smart and delicate little servant standing outside the pavilion, which was the one that Ah Luo hated the most.

Ah Luo was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and said to Gu Yuan: "Sister-in-law, it seems to be Cui Jialangjun over there." But I sighed in my heart, my sister-in-law is now going to be the female crown, even if Cui Jialangjun is good, it is useless.

Gu Yuan's body stiffened, looked out of the carriage window, and saw the Xuanyi Langjun in the pavilion slowly turning around, looking at her, his cold handsome face was as smooth as jade, who was it not Cui Ting? He wasn't in the house, he was waiting for her here.

For a while, the heart was joyful, sad, warm and desolate, complicated and indescribable. Gu Yuan involuntarily lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, and walked towards the pavilion, she didn't know what to say, but she couldn't control herself from walking towards that place.

It's only a few steps away, but she hears the sound of hurried horses' hooves behind her, the wheels of the carriage are hurrying towards her, and suddenly stop behind her, someone opens the curtain and anxiously calls to the gazebo: "San Lang??"

The voice was delicate and anxious, tactfully lowered and pity. The voice is not loud, but it is full of affection, it is Lu Xianniang, she is also here, for Cui Ting!

Gu Yuan's steps stopped, and the smile on her face slowly cooled. She turned around to look, only to see Lu Xianniang holding the maid's hand to get off the carriage, Chu Chu's moving eyes were looking at Cui Ting in the pavilion in the distance, and she never stopped her steps, and walked quickly towards Cui Ting, but she didn't pay any attention to Gu Yuan who was standing on the side.

Gu Yuan stood there stunned and watched Lu Xianniang walk towards the pavilion, the original warmth in his heart slowly turned cold, and slowly faded away. She lowered her head and smiled bitterly, how could she still be so stupid, she had never been smarter after dying once, and she dared to think about Xiao that it didn't belong to her.

She raised her head, smiled at Cui Ting in the gazebo, made a mockery, threw off her sleeves and strode away, her clothes and belts were fierce against the mountain wind, but she never looked back. (To be continued.) )