The women in the hall all looked at Lian Mo's figure stupidly, hoping that he would look back at herself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shen Qing only felt a gust of wind coming, and her vision was blocked by a white corner of her clothes, and she was about to raise her eyes when the harsh voice of the old eunuch sounded in her ears: "The emperor has arrived, and the queen mother has arrived." ”

was pulled by Shen Yushi beside her, and she knelt down with everyone.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live, long live the queen mother!"

A moment later, a majestic voice sounded: "Flat." ”

Although the emperor's voice was strong and majestic, it could not cover up the lack of middle qi in it, and it seemed that the battle for the throne of these princes was not over.

After everyone thanked her, she got up, and then she raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her who was facing away from her, the white robe danced, the green silk was flying, and she stood straight in the crowd, and there was a feeling of being as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.

Three bells rang, the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens officially began, and the old eunuch who sang just now shouted: "Withdraw!" ”

The palace people walked up to everyone in an orderly manner, removed the round stool, and replaced it with a small futon.

An old monk in a red robe walked to the middle of the altar, bowed to the emperor and the queen mother, and then knelt on the altar and recited the words.

The first part of the ritual is to clean the hands, two attendants, dressed in black sacrificial clothes, one holding a copper basin and the other carrying a white silk cloth inside the plate, take turns to walk in front of the people participating in the sacrifice to clean their hands.

The second item is music, the high and passionate music fills the hall, and the hundred officials sing in unison, Shen Qing really hasn't heard this song, so she can only open her mouth and pretend to sing along, in fact, she didn't dare to make a sound at all. It wasn't until seven times had elapsed that the red-faced and thick-necked ministers stopped at the end of the music.

The next step is to burn incense, and everyone, from the emperor to the hundred officials, will place the three incense sticks lit in turn into the huge incense burner on the sacrificial platform.

The next step is to bow down, order wine, first offering, second offering, final offering, singing, and eulogy.

Finally, the great monk who sat for most of the day recited the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra and the mantra of the Pure Land of the Past Life to announce the end of the one-day sacrifice ceremony.

All the civil and military officials bowed their heads and waited until the emperor and the empress dowager had left before getting up. Shen Qing rubbed his stiffened knees, and helped Shen Yushi to get up.

Out of the Xiaoyun Palace, Shen Qingfang walked up to Taiwei Lin and the Gao clan and curtsied: "I've seen Lord Taiwei, madam." ”

Gao Shi stretched out his hand to help her up, patted her hand gently, and said slightly choked: "Tomorrow is the death day of the feast, can you go and see him?" ”

Shen Qing nodded, "I'll go, madam." ”

She gently supported Mrs. Gao, Lin Zhiyan walked beside them, only silently looking at her side face, and several people flowed out of Beizhaomen with the people.

Xiaoyun Palace, Lian Mo stood at the door of the hall, his eyes were as silent as water, the woman was drowned in the crowd, she didn't even look at him.

Lian Che didn't know when he came to him and stood side by side with him: "What is Ziqian looking at?" ”

Lian Mo turned his head with an incomprehensible smile on his face: "You already know her identity." ”

Lian Che was noncommittal, just smiled bitterly, with loneliness.

"What if you know?"

Twenty miles outside the city, on the small slope on the bank of the river, there is a lonely grave, the woman is dressed in a white plain gauze dress, and only wears a small white silk flower in her hair, and the dazzling afternoon sun shines down, she holds a blue-green oil-paper umbrella, carries a small basket between her arms, and walks gently to the grave.

His bare hand gently stroked every inch of the tombstone: "Zhifang, I came to see you." ”

Putting the umbrella aside, she crouched down and lit the paper, the white paper was thrown into the fire, the tongue of fire rolled it up, and the yellow flame was extinguished, leaving a piece of fiery red, which was scattered into ash inch by inch.

Just like the gentle man in his memory, inadvertently his gentleness has entered his heart, but he is like a fire that blooms in an instant, withering in a moment.

Time flies, memories come back. On the recliner under the begonia tree, Lin Zhiyan had already fallen asleep with one hand on his head, and there was a figure painting on the long table in front of him.

A woman came over, picked up the scroll, the person in the painting is lying on the bench on his side, holding a book in both hands, his expression is pleasant, and a few strands of hair brought up by the breeze dance with the petals sprinkled in the air, reflecting the woman's peerless elegance. "Why didn't the lady wake me up when she came?"

Shen Qing didn't pay attention to when Lin Zhiyan woke up, he had been sleeping for longer and longer recently, as if time was running out.

"Is this me?" A trace of shyness appeared on Lin Zhiyan's pale face, and he muttered: "Well, I don't paint well, and my demeanor is not as good as one ten-thousandth of the lady." ”

Shen Qing smiled: "You draw very well, I never knew that I could be so beautiful" Lin Zhiyan smiled contentedly and pulled Shen Qing: "Is the lady very busy lately?" Why don't I see you so often?"

Shen Qing let him hold his hand and said with a shallow smile: "I recently read a classic, there may be a method to detoxify the heart lotus, let me study more to detoxify you." ”

Lin Zhiyan held her face lightly with one hand, a hint of blush appeared on her pale face, and her breathing became shortness as she slowly approached.

Shen Qing looked at Junxiu's face that was gradually approaching in front of him, his face was full of nervousness and expectation, and even a slight bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

didn't dodge, the pale and cold thin lips were imprinted on her red red lips, first gently touched, tentative, and then slowly kissed the two red lips, tossing and sucking, gently licking.

After a long time, Lin Zhiyan hugged her into his arms and hugged her tightly, "For the past twenty years, I was resentful every day, why did I suffer this heart-eating pain, why God treated me so unfairly. Until I met you, you said that you wanted to marry me, I was thinking, how can I Lin Zhiyan He De be able to marry you as a wife, and I have no regrets with you in the last three months of my life. ”

Shen Qing was ashamed of his shamelessness, Jin Yao confessed to himself for the first time in eighteen years, but he didn't expect that it was indeed the object of his own use, "Banquet, I'm sorry, I married you in the first place..."

Lin Zhiyan buried his head in her hair and took a deep breath and muttered: "I know, you don't like me to marry me, I also know that you are not an ordinary woman, you have your thoughts, you have what you want, so I am very content to have you by my side." No matter what reason you marry me, whether you use me or not, you are my wife after all, so what's the harm in being used by your own wife. ”

Shen Qing only looked at him blankly, his heart was full of all kinds of emotions, shocked, moved, and distressed. Ban Xiang raised his hand to arrange a strand of hair scattered in front of his forehead for him and scolded: "Fool"

Lin Zhiyan grabbed her jade hand like condensed fat and put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, "I understand my own body, and no one has been able to solve the poison in the womb so far." Don't be yourself anymore, and don't leave your husband behind for the sake of those messy poisonous scriptures, the rest of the days... Stay with me, okay? ”