After nearly two months, the white lights and white curtains hanging everywhere in the palace have been removed, the atmosphere of the funeral has faded, and when the emperor stepped into the courtyard of Kunyu Palace again, he first heard the laughter coming from the main hall. Finally, this time it was no longer Concubine Ning who was smiling.

The laughter sounded cheerful and sincere, and it was quite infectious. The emperor thought it was a little funny: this is the legendary "harmony between wives and concubines"? These four words are placed on your head, how absurd and absurd they are!

He waved his hand and did not let the eunuch report, and walked into the main gate by himself.

The people who were talking and laughing in the room were disturbed by the sound of the people in the Ming Hall, and they all got up and greeted each other.

"Let's sit down." The emperor sat down casually on the kang table.

Mama Song, Qin'er and other maidservants all withdrew, and the queen sat down, but Qiwen did not go out or sit down, but only stood on the side like a palace maid. The queen was obviously a little embarrassed, and she couldn't sit or stand. The emperor and Qiwen were very tacitly calm.

"What did you just say, so happy?" The emperor sipped his tea and asked calmly and casually.

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Passing through the courtyard on the first floor, I came to the spacious Erdao compound. Because of the green brick paving, there are not many weeds growing here, and it is covered with snow, as if a neat and thick pile carpet has been laid. Zi Yu looked at this perfect large area of snow, and couldn't bear to step on it.

The pure silver-white scene in front of him was quickly replaced with the appearance in his memory: more than 200 heroes gathered here, surrounding Qin Haobai, hating and fearing him.

Zi Yu still stepped on the snow, walked to the courtyard step by step, and his eyes fell on the thin ropes hanging in the air, and the several thin ropes that crisscrossed the snow were connected to the white snow and thickened.

On that day, Mrs. Wan lifted her and jumped onto the rope, Qin Haobai jumped up, stabbed Mrs. Wan to death with a sword and saved her, and broke through the □□ round well, after that, he threw out the confession that shook the valley: "I, Qin Haobai, just fell in love with her Yu Ziyu, and I can do without her life for the sake of her!" Don't you want to hear me say that? Now I said it plainly, you should be satisfied! ”

His heart shook suddenly, as if he really heard his voice echoing in his ears, Zi Yu looked around blankly, but he still saw only the white courtyard and the snowflakes scattered in the sky. There seemed to be a crack in his heart, and the hidden pain was leaking out, Zi Yu panicked, knowing that once this hidden pain bursts, it will be irretrievable, and it is difficult to predict whether he can bear it, so he hurriedly stroked his chest and comforted himself: I have had such a happy moment, why not be satisfied?

He left the courtyard in a hurry and headed towards the villa, browsing all over the villa. It's a pity that the suspension bridge switch outside the small building with the stars is rusty and difficult to turn, so I have to give up. Zi Yu returned to the Erdao compound, and the scene in front of her that day when she walked out of the small building with Lu Yinghui and came here again.

At that time, Qin Haobai killed all the people in Hezhuang and stood alone in the middle of the courtyard, guarding the bodies of Wan Shanyue and Jiang Zi on both sides. Yu Xinglai didn't wronged him, he did have a ruthless and murderous nature, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been in the situation he is in today.

Zi Yu also felt that she should blame him, and even hate him, which might be a relief for her, and if she hated him, she would take this parting for granted, and she would no longer regret it and feel heartache. It's a pity that she can't control her own emotions, and if she can't hate, she will never be able to hate.

The scene in her memory was bloody and terrifying, but now that she reappeared in front of her, she felt so intimate and lovely.

Zi Yu was full of yearning, as if he really saw him standing in the courtyard, as long as he walked over, he could touch his black clothes and pull his hand.

She walked towards the courtyard in a daze, almost exactly looking for the place where her feet had stepped that day, and approached him step by step, and really stretched out her hand to him. Naturally, the illusion disappeared, leaving only an empty courtyard.

Zi Yu stood for a long time, with a layer of snow on his head and shoulders, and suddenly laughed at himself, and said to himself: "I already knew that things were wrong and wrong, so why insist on coming back here to find it uncomfortable?" It is truly self-inflicted, and it is not to live. ”

It was only then that I realized that it was a terrible idea to come here and revisit the old place, and it was a self-defeating one.

There seemed to be a terrifying chill around him, and he wanted to step away, but his feet were stiff and numb from standing for a long time and the cold, and he just took a step and fell to the ground, and the Qingyuan sword hanging from his waist was shocked by this, slipped out of the scabbard, and fell to the ground with a "clang". There is a tension spring in the scabbard of this short sword, and if it is not specially pulled out, it will never be unsheathed, and at this moment, it is like a ghost who has made a god, and it actually slipped out by itself.

Zi Yu sat on his knees, staring at the short sword in the snow without moving. At such a time, even Qingyuan Sword jumped out to make fun, what kind of foreshadowing was it giving her?

When she was packing up her belongings in Shanqing Palace that day, Lu Yinghui had intended to destroy the murder weapon that killed Yu Xinglai, but Zi Yu did not agree. She felt that things had come to this point, and she didn't even resent Qin Haobai, who had taken it personally, how could she be angry with an innocent blade? Moreover, this Qingyuan sword carries too many memories of her coexistence with Qin Haobai, and it can be regarded as her priceless treasure.

Looking at this sword at this time, the scene of Qin Hao holding it in his white hand rushed into his mind uninvited, it was in the Maitreya Temple in Jixiang Town, it was in the Denglin Pavilion in Shaosong Mountain, it was in the mountain wooden house in Lanji Mountain, it was in the martial arts training ground of Shanqing Palace, and naturally it was in front of this green mountain villa.

The huge heartache came overwhelmingly, instantly crushing the heart-protecting shell, and the pain made her eyes black, and she almost fainted.

Zi Yu covered his chest, took a deep breath, and finally burst into tears, and then howled and screamed at the sky: "Where am I happy, where am I lucky? Ever since I found out that I was in love with you, I have understood that all my happiness is premised on you, and my luck is because of you. What happiness can I have without you? ”

The cold wind swept the snowflakes, carrying the cry of the maiden, and could not go back and forth in this deserted mountain village.

His voice seemed to come from his ears again: "You want me to live well, I promised you, and you must promise me that no matter what happens, you must live well." ”

Zi Yu looked around with teary eyes, and said stupidly: "You have long been here to make me promise not to commit suicide again, and repeatedly emphasized that I should live well, right...... Is it so that I can live to endure these pains? Are you really doing this for my good, or are you trying to torture me? ”

Suddenly, I recalled the moment when Qin Haobai left, and heard her say "take care" but never looked back and strode out directly, and felt even more heartbroken, Zi Yu sneered: "You left so resolutely, knowing that I never hated you, knowing that I wanted you to stay with me, but you still left like that." You've already decided that you'll never see me again in this life, so why should I listen to you? What's the point of living well for someone who will never see me? ”

Reason had been washed away by grief, and Zi Yu finally picked up the liberation method she had wanted to use several times, and stretched out her hand to the Qingyuan Sword. Sure enough, as Lu Yinghui and others expected, this huge heartache has never healed, and once the deformed support in her heart collapses, she will no longer have the strength to live.

And at the moment when she held the hilt of the sword, she paused—on the snow next to the Qingyuan sword, there was a footprint, a footprint that was larger than her footprint and obviously belonged to a man!

Zi Yu thought he was dazzled for a while, closed his eyes and looked again, and the footprints still fell clearly in front of him. The footprints were facing the courtyard, and the surface was covered with a thin layer of snow, indicating that the person who stepped on it had just left for a while. His mind then shook violently, and Zi Yu hurriedly abandoned the Qingyuan Sword, got up and went to take a closer look around.

This series of men's footprints extended from the entrance of the two courtyards to the courtyard, and later, it seemed that the owner of the footprints realized that there was something wrong with his own traces, so he carried out light exercises, leaving only a few shallow dimples under the tips of his toes and far apart in the back half of the courtyard. These marks clearly indicate that there is a man here who is very light and does not want to show his face in front of her.

Zi Yu's already cold body was warmed by the boiling blood in an instant, and he smiled happily - it was him, he actually followed him, and like when he was in Shao Songshan, he didn't dare to show his face, but he couldn't rest assured.

In this most coldest and most desperate moment, knowing that your beloved is still by your side is naturally the greatest warmth. With this warm baking, Fang Cai's cold and icy death thoughts were finally frozen. Zi Yu hurriedly looked around and shouted, "Xiaobai! Come out and meet me! Come out and meet me! ”

A chaotic echo echoed from the mountains, until a moment of silence returned, and no one appeared.

Discouragement and disappointment were only fleeting, Zi Yu stared at the footprints on the ground, his heart was overflowing with happiness, and he said with a smile: "I'm stupid again, since you are repeating your old tricks, and you are using such contradictory and childish tricks like then, how can you be willing to come out to see me?" But it's okay, knowing that you're still looking at me is satisfying. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the undried tears on his face became cold, Zi Yu looked at the Qingyuan Sword on the ground again, and said, "I must be a fool, I promised you to live, and I actually want to come to seek death again." Why don't all the bold words I say to Brother Yinghui count? Xiaobai, don't worry, I've really figured it out at this moment. You see I've cried and cried, and the greatest pain has passed, you should be relieved for me, right? ”

Raising his eyes and looking around at the light smoke in front of him, thinking of where he was hiding and looking at himself, Zi Yu made up his mind, and said quietly: "I should do something to prove to you that I am okay and worthy of your reassurance for me." I want to give you back your freedom, so that you can be truly liberated from now on, and you don't have to worry about me anymore. ”

When he picked up the Qingyuan Sword in his hand, he moved the lotus step lightly, slowly Shu Yun's hand, and danced the "Lamp Sword".

The snow everywhere is like a silver-white tray, the snowflakes in the sky are just like a thin curtain of light gauze, and the girl in the purple shirt is like a water lily blooming in this velvet daytime.

The ink-dyed green silk swayed her delicate and graceful, and the jade sleeves of the wind swirled into her Qinghua beauty; The brilliance of the sword reflects her heroic posture faintly, and the crystal snow flakes set off her jade and ice clear.

The snow in the air was stirred by her sword moves, and with her posture fluttering lightly, it was like a group of flying pink butterflies infected by her, willing to follow her, lingering on her sleeves and skirts, adding a bit of ethereal fairy wind to this sword dance.

She poured all her heart into the sword momentum, forgetting the mortal world, and suddenly seemed to see him beside her in an inky body, and he also held a wisp of sword light in his hand, dancing harmoniously with her, as strong as a bamboo in the wind. She also seemed to see herself reflected in his eyes, and in that reflection, she also saw the beauty of her own moment.

It was in the same courtyard that day that he let her see the Lamp Shan Sword for the first time. And it wasn't until this moment, until he also danced this set of swordsmanship to show him, that Zi Yu really understood why he could dance the sword so gracefully at that time. Just because he knows that this sword is a dance to show her, and it is a dance to the love of the world's unparalleled heart!

Since this is a sword dance dedicated to his sweetheart, it is naturally beautiful and incomparable, comparable to the drunken dance of the fairy of the Heavenly Palace. And even if Chang'e stretched her sleeves to relieve loneliness in the middle of the month, where could she be so attached to the sword more touching?

This sword dance is unique in heaven and earth, and it is unrivaled by the yellow spring.

As the saying goes, the crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light.

Zi Yu also had an epiphany at this moment: if there was no person in the lamplight, all the prosperity would be colorless; Just as if there is no you in the world, then how can I be so affectionate like the sea, and how can I be this peerless beauty!

After receiving the attention and concentrating, the face stood quietly, and Zi Yu silently recited in his heart: "In this case, I know that you and I know and love each other in the world, what else can I ask for?" And I have dedicated the best side of myself to you, what regrets do I have in my heart? ”

Her eyes were like water, and she looked around, as if she saw him with a short sword in his hand and a grim face looking back at her, and he with a silver hook and a smear of blood on his face turned back to her, or the one who was avoiding nearby at this moment staring at her.

Today's Luwu Villa did not come in vain, here, he gave her the last care, she returned his last sword dance, and they no longer owe each other.

Zi Yu smiled, looked at him who was hiding nearby, and also at the one in his memory, and said lightly to his lips: "Goodbye, Xiaobai." ”

Then "Cangchang" returned the sword into the sheath, and after hesitating for a moment, he simply put the Qingyuan sword in the snow, left it to him, and turned around and walked towards the gate of the villa.

The cool breeze swept the snow flakes in the air, and a slight movement caused a piece of snow on the ridge of the roof not far away to slide down the slope of the blue-tiled house, scattering into a white mist under the eaves.

The rain was blowing and squatting behind the roof with the tiles in his hands, and his body was still trembling slightly. It took him a lot of effort to bring his thoughts back to his eyes, and this time he came back to his senses, as if he had fallen back to the world from a fairyland, his whole body was stiff and weak, like being drunk.

My heart was full of panic, and this kind of hesitation was unprecedented. The sword dance he had just witnessed was thrillingly beautiful, but he knew that it wasn't for him to see, he shouldn't have reacted so much to it, he just got her news in the morning, and came to follow her, and seeing her sword dance was just a coincidence, he should have regarded it as a simple episode, and lingered in his mind.

But his heart couldn't calm down no matter what, and the purple-clothed elf dancing in the snow didn't know what spell he had cast, and he actually took away his soul, and the rest of him was already a shell with three souls and seven souls that were not complete.

Another cool breeze blew, which made Yu Fanyang more sober, and seeing that she was no longer in front of him, he jumped eagerly off the eaves and chased her whereabouts, as if he was afraid that the soul that had been taken by her would never be recovered.

Seeing Qin Haobai dying by himself, Zhu Ruichen rushed to Zi Yu's room, wanting to ask her to stop it, but what she saw was that she had lost her breath, and the only person in the world who was expected to stop Qin Haobai's death was already out of breath. These two people, whom he regarded as the most important, were going to die at the same time. Zhu Ruichen only felt for a moment that the sky had completely collapsed.

And after all, Yiwu Gongzi still has a stronger reason than ordinary people. He tried his best to calm himself down, injected true qi into Ziyu, pushed her bloodline to run again, and called eagerly in her ear, and finally woke her up with what she was most worried and afraid of, and achieved a miracle of resurrection.

Seeing that Zi Yu, a person who had just been resurrected, he got out of bed and walked out on his own without his support, went to the courtyard to wake up Qin Haobai, stopped his self-destruction, and calmly commanded the people around him to rescue him, and also said some truth, giving him a mission that was enough to support him to live.

Zhu Ruichen was worried that after she finished speaking, she would fall down and truly turn into a corpse. In that case, only one of these two people will be kept, and it is difficult to say how long they can keep.

But he looked at Zi Yu anxiously for a while, but saw her stand up steadily, turned around, and said to him in a calm and clear tone: "Big brother, please take my medicine bag, I want to apply needles and medicine to Xiaobai." ”

Zhu Ruichen finally let go of his hanging heart, smiled with relief on his face, and thought secretly: How did I forget, my sister is not an ordinary person, why should I use ordinary people's reasoning to infer her?

On the eighth day of the first month of the Gengchen year, the main department of Shanqing Palace experienced a big ups and downs in mood on this day. The descendant of the deceased who they valued far more than their own lives almost died of suicide, and their vow to protect the bloodline of the deceased lord was almost frustrated. Finally, the world's first miracle doctor came back to life in time, and saved his life with both spirit and medical skills, which made these people barely breathe a sigh of relief.

In the following days, Zi Yu carefully diagnosed and treated Qin Haobai, and guided Zhu Ruichen, Hu Changxing, Ji Hanyi, Zou Kai, Mrs. Zhu and several other people with the strongest strength in the Shanqing Palace to take turns to heal his injuries, and finally stabilized his injuries.

In this way, another three days have passed, and Qin Haobai has fallen into a coma since he nodded to Zi Yu for the last time on the day of Laba, and has not woken up. But at this time, anyone can see that he has recovered a lot, and he no longer has to worry about his life.

On the afternoon of this day, Zhu Ruichen sat behind Qin Haobai on the bed, holding his shoulders with one hand and pushing the Lingtai acupoint behind him with the other, slowly sending his true qi in. Sensing his steady heartbeat, Zhu Ruichen's heart also became peaceful and comfortable. He hadn't slept with his eyes closed for six days since that day's accident. At this time, as soon as the spirit relaxed, I felt that my vision was blurred for a while, and I was a little drowsy.

With this distraction, the internal force also became chaotic, and Qin Haobai's heartbeat became chaotic. As soon as he realized this, Zhu Ruichen immediately came to his senses and quickly cheered up.

Zi Yu sat on the stool on the side of the bed, put his hand on Qin Haobai's wrist and said, "It's okay, just let him recuperate by himself for the next two hours." ”

Zhu Ruichen put Qin Haobai on the bed, and was about to get out of bed and stand up, when he suddenly felt a cold wrist, it turned out that Zi Yu pressed his cold fingers on his wrist veins. He glanced up at her and tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Divine doctor, you pressed the wrong hand." ”

He is such a witty personality that he can tell jokes as long as he is a little away from the solemn realm.

Zi Yu's expression was indifferent, and he said calmly: "You haven't slept for too long, and you have to lose your true qi for him for four hours every day, if you continue like this, you will soon fall to the ground, and at most you won't be able to survive tomorrow." ”