At this time, many palace dependents had been placed in the side hall of the Wind Palace, and the wind spirit sat in the same room with them, although it was at the end of the seat closest to the door of the house, it was still very uncomfortable to teach the various thoughts entangled in the room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the hall, headed by Yang Shufei, no one spoke, only occasionally there was a dull sound of the porcelain cup tapping on the table. The wind spirit was closest to the door of the house, and his ears were quite good, so he paid attention to the movement in front of the main hall, counting who came, who entered the temple, and who was expelled.

She secretly thought about when she would delay the Dao, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear the news that General Yunlu had arrived. She thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that she was confused, at this time, he must be guarding Daxing Palace for the prince, how can he come to this Cuiwei Palace to mix.

The air in the side hall was so stagnant that everyone in the hall couldn't breathe smoothly, and an inner prison hurriedly ran outside the door, and he didn't know which one to worship when he entered the door, so he just lay on the ground and cried: "Saint...... The saint is probably only in this incense stick. ”

Concubine Yang Shufei stumbled up from the seat, her eyes were red and bloodshot, and she was about to go out of the hall with a low cry.

The underground inner prison didn't dare to stop it, but raised his voice and said, "The saint invites Gu Niangzi to enter." ”

Feng Ling was stunned, and he didn't know how to get up from the seat, and he didn't know how to follow the inner prison to the front of the main hall.

On the stone steps outside the main hall, kneeling on the ground with crimson and dark purple court robes, all the courtiers who could come were about to come. Li Zhi stood on the side of the stone steps, and the sorrow on his face was still not enough to withstand the indifference when he looked at the wind spirit.

The wind spirit bowed in front of him, and after a long while, he heard him tremble and say, "Aya is waiting for you." ”

Whenever he talked about "Aya" in front of the wind spirit, he always taught her to feel uncomfortable and panicked by his peeping. However, at the moment, Feng Ling didn't care what he called, and the inner supervisor general said in the side hall that Li Shimin only had one stick of incense left, and she secretly counted it, and at this moment, there was only half a pillar of incense.

The wind spirit straightened up his knees and quickly stepped into the Hall of Wind. There are nine monks sitting on the ground in the hall, and they don't have to look closely to know that they are all great monks, and the leader is Master Xuanzang. The Sanskrit sound in the hall was faint, the Buddha number was repeated, Feng Ling suddenly sank his heart, and then moved around the single large screen separating the inner room, but saw that Li Shimin seemed to have changed into a new ochre yellow dragon robe, and the blood stains spit out on the couch on his face had also been cleaned up.

Sure enough, it was already prepared. Feng Ling's heart was like being pressed by a boulder, sour and swollen, and he felt powerless.

She sat down on her knees on the side of the couch and whispered, "Saint." ”

Li Shimin turned his face sideways with difficulty, his eyes were a little brighter than a few days ago, and the glittering brilliance seemed to be returning to his eyes a little bit, if it weren't for the situation outside the palace, she must have thought that he was gradually recovering.

He half-squinted his eyes and stared at her with burning eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and it was a slightly cramped and cunning description. "The first time, seeing Yinghua, she ...... In front of the house gate, I stumbled and stumbled. ”

His words were intermittent, and in just half a sentence, he had exhausted most of his strength, and his chest worked hard to rise and fall several times before he could sigh and call: "Feng Ling......"

The wind spirit approached him and grabbed his hand that was trying to move slightly, the tears in his eyes could no longer contain it, and the warm tears fell on the back of his cold hand, but they could not warm him in the slightest.

"Feng Ling......" Li Shimin sighed again, the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly dissipated, and he still half-squinted, almost pleading to call her.

The wind spirit freed his other hand, wiped a handful of tears, took a deep breath, and whispered in his ear, "Aya." ”

Li Shimin suddenly opened his eyes, a huge teardrop slipped from the corner of his eyes into his gray sideburns, and he exclaimed weakly but gratifyingly: "Qi Niang, teach you very well." ”

His wrist sank in Feng Ling's hand, and Feng Ling watched as the palm that held the towering Tang Dynasty slowly hung down beside her. When I looked at his face again, my mouth and eyes were closed, as if I were asleep, but the beard on my jaw no longer fluttered in the slightest.

Feng Ling can't remember who he has heard say that if the deceased is accidentally stained with the tears of his blood relatives, he will be restless, wandering between the two worlds, and will not be able to rest for a long time.

She had no way of verifying the truth of what she said, and now she thought of it for no reason, but she believed it. She held back the tears rolling in her eyes, carefully put down his hand, got up and took two steps back, and solemnly bowed three times and nine bows to Li Shimin, who died peacefully on the couch.

The sound of the Buddha outside the barrier was suddenly grand, and the monks in the hall sang the "Great Prajna Sutra" together under the leadership of Master Xuanzang. The wind spirit bypassed the monks and pushed the door out. Outside the hall, more than a dozen monks meditated, chanting scriptures together in the hall.

She walked down the stone steps one step at a time, and in a trance, she only felt that many people passed by her, starting with Li Zhi, as if there was Ah Sheng, as well as Zhang Fengyu from Shang Pharmacy, and Ju Lang...... After a while, someone came out of the Hanfeng Hall and said something loudly.

Under the stone steps, there was a mournful sound, and a large area fell down, and the wind spirit looked around, black, cyan, crimson, purple, and full of official robes. She was suddenly awakened by someone, and her first thought was to leave this Cuiwei Palace and go back to Huaiyuanfang. The only person here who still had some obstacles in her hand was gone, and she didn't want to delay for a moment.

Touching her waist, the bronze medal out of the palace was not there, and in a panic, she didn't remember where the bronze medal was, maybe it was hidden in the apricot leaves.

She turned her face to look left and right, and at a glance she caught a glimpse of the corridor in the side hall, Concubine Yang Shu was kneeling, her face was covered with tears, but her expression was desolate and cold. Her gaze shifted, and when she collided with Feng Ling's gaze, it actually made a cold sneer.

Feng Ling only thought that she hated the saint because she did not see her before he died, and thought that she was also a poor person, so she pretended not to see her, turned around to look for apricot leaves, so that she could take the bronze medal and return from the palace together.

How do you know that after looking around, she found the apricot leaf under the low wall in the courtyard, she was avoiding people and quietly wiping her tears, seeing the wind spirit coming, she stepped forward quickly, knelt down in front of her in a few steps, and gave her a big gift.

Feng Ling was startled, and bent down to help her up to speak, but Xingye refused to live or die, not only could she not stand it, but also forcibly broke away from her hand and bowed to her.

"The lady is not in the palace, and the sage personally promised General Yan. Even if it is a heavenly family, there is no reason to force people to stay, as long as they understand it, they can leave the palace by themselves. But I am a palace man with a palace membership, and if I leave the palace without grace, I will be guilty of escaping. The lady knows, I only want to leave the palace with the lady, and now, I also ask the lady for mercy, for me to ask for this grace, I dare not ask for a good name, but I hope to follow the service of the lady for a lifetime. ”

It was for this, Feng Ling slowly squatted down, held the apricot leaf who was still to worship, raised his sleeve and wiped the tears on her face, "Since you have identified me, I will never fail you, rest assured." ”