The abyss of Lishan Mountain, the twilight sinks away, thinking that it is next to the deep pool, the breeze blows the waves, and the water and stones fight.

The trail winds like a sheep's intestine road, and suddenly I saw two small blue lights faint in the dark, between the light and dark, there are horses' hooves, and there are also mountain breezes that are sudden and changeable.

He Yan propped his hands on his knees, his expression was uncertain, and he refused to tell his father-in-law anything in detail.

Where to? Who to meet? Whose idea was it? Why? I obviously have the answer in my heart, but I still stumble and stumble, and I don't dare to say it.

But as soon as you enter the Lishan Pass, your ears are full of whistling mountain winds, and when you lift the curtain, you can see that the heart that was originally hanging in the middle of your heart is falling down heavily.

I really went to see Yingyi!

What did the Emperor know? How much do you know? What Ying Yi said! What did the Fang family say!

He Yan's face became whiter and paler, his eyes narrowed quietly into a slit, he felt like a person who was almost drowning on the surface of the water, but the sunken wood he was holding kept pulling him down the water, putting life and death in the hands of others and holding it, without feeling the dullness and panic of people at all, it was suffocating!

Why did you let him come to Yingyi? Liang Pinggong died, there is no proof of death, Ying Yi should not survive, why is she not dead? Since he chose to protect him in the first place, giving up halfway is what kind of bullshit!

Liang Pinggong is dead, Ying Yi is dead, obviously the situation is very good, all he needs to do is to seal the mouth of the Empress Dowager Gu, the Fang family can't come up with evidence, where to bring him down?

But now that Ying Yi is about to die, he has also been involved, just a little bit, just a little bit. He will be able to get out of it! Falling short. Snatch defeat from the jaws of victory!

Wait a minute. Was it Ying Yi who pulled him out?

The soldiers are not tired of cheating, will this be Fang Li's move? No, no, although Fang Li is the queen, the eunuch to her father-in-law is not something she can command at will!

He Yan's mind became more and more chaotic, and each possibility was like a long, slippery thread, slowly entangled one after another, and in the end, it was impossible to find the head and tail. Cut constantly. The reason was still chaotic, and He Yan didn't have the confidence to go to the Fang family to fight hard, so when Fang Qi came in person, he chose to be false and wronged. He didn't have the confidence to confront the Heavenly Family, so he attacked Zhao Zhi first and killed Liang Pinggong, which was already the end of his thinking after sinking his heart.

If the east window incident

He Yan was like a trapped beast, his hand clenched into a fist, and his fist smashed on the inner wall of the carriage, making a muffled snort. The waiter who followed the car next to him was shocked. Glancing at the carriage with a worried expression, Yibi lowered his head and quickened his pace. A wall is unlucky.

What kind of place is Dajue Temple, people outside don't know, who grew up in the palace doesn't know?

The concubines who made mistakes, the royal relatives and daughters who touched the line, and the women who didn't want you to survive.

The little chamberlain thought about it, but he couldn't figure out whether the eldest princess of Yingyi was counted as the second or the third.

After the mountain wind howled and the horses neighed low, He Yan heard a sharp and deliberately soft voice outside, "Dajue Temple has arrived, Lin'an Hou, please get off the car." ”

It's to my father-in-law.

He Yan opened the silk curtain with one hand, and under the dim light of the lights of the Sheep's Horn Palace, he could vaguely see the humble and respectful expression of the first person in the Yiyuan Palace. This doesn't mean anything, seeing people talking about people, seeing ghosts talking nonsense, such a number of paragraphs can survive in the palace, but it can't make people climb high.

Talking nonsense when you see ghosts, and talking nonsense when you see people, so that you can have a smooth ride - Xiang's father-in-law even has this respectful and humble look on the five-grade civil officials.

He Yan was surprised that he could still have the heart to laugh at others, but his heart was empty, but his face was light, he got out of the car with his robe, stepped on the threshold of the Vermilion Buddha Gate, and involuntarily lowered his voice: "Dare to ask my father-in-law again, why did the emperor announce me to Dajue Temple in the middle of the night."

Xiang Gonggong smiled between his eyebrows, bowed lowly, and did not answer, but walked very fast under his feet.

Seeing this, He Yan had no choice but to remain silent and follow closely.

The heavier the steps, the more fine stones are paved on the bluestone pavement, which makes people's hearts ache. It is difficult to see a little compassion in the Dajue Temple during the day, He Yan has a ghost hidden in his heart, and he can't get it clean when he walks in the Dajue Temple at night, his chest is panting, and he stopped his steps suddenly, and the sound of the sound exclaimed.

Xiang Gong's figure was stunned, and he turned around and looked at He Yan's eyes, just a stone statue of Guanyin holding a net bottle and a smile on his face!

Xiang Gonggong frowned invisibly, and urged in his words: "Lin'anhou, you should be tighter." The emperor's arrangement has its own emperor's reasoning" looked at the sky to his father-in-law, even the little chamberlain felt unlucky, he only felt more unlucky, he entered the palace for decades of life and death, saying that these hands have not been stained with blood, and no one believes it.

is a crippled person, and he hates to enter this so-called pure place of Buddhism the most.

Can it be clean? Impossible. Where there are people, there is fighting, put it in a small way or because of a piece of bun, at the big point it is honor and disgrace and the country, and there can be no cleanliness if there is a fight.

Xiang Gonggong looked up at the hundred-year-old pine tree in the atrium of the Buddhist temple, and then looked at the narrow staircase in front of him that could only be passed by one person, turned around, bowed down and motioned to He Yan to go first, and after He Yan walked up the escalator with small steps, Xiang Gonggong thought about it, waved his hand to the two small attendants who followed behind, and then turned his head and followed up.

"The room at the end of the left compartment is where you are going today, and the minions are waiting for you at the entrance of the corridor."

Xiang Gonggong's voice was extremely low.

He Yan felt deafening, his palm was greasy, he could feel his face hot, step by step to move in, no matter where the Dajue Temple was, the miserable white candlelight hanging high on the hanging beam between the corridors cast a few white shadows, he almost wanted to turn around and run away, his future and his pride were like this narrow verandah, you can see the head at a glance, but at the end is just a solid but rotten wall.

The answer is on the horizon.

He Yan stopped in front of the door carved with the lotus seal Bodhi, and he could even see the dust coming from the cracks, and he slightly twisted his brows invisibly. Finally take a deep breath. Push the door open.

A bright light burst out through the crack in the door. From a thin slit to an open light.

He Yan put his hands behind his back, and looked at the woman who was half-sitting in front of the makeup, holding a diamond-flowered hollow bronze mirror to draw her eyebrows and pick her fat with a complicated expression, it was Ying Yi, her eyebrows were as green as daisies, her lips were red like fire, and her high-raised Danfeng eyes were changing, and finally settled in his eyes.

"Ah Yan. There you are. ”

Qing Qing Lingling's sentence is very familiar and abnormal, as if it is often wrapped around the tip of the tongue, and it is practiced from time to time.

He Yan quickly looked back at the entrance of the corridor, stepped into the room quickly, and the door creaked shut.

Ying Yi's body was slightly sideways, quietly watching his series of movements, her hand could no longer hold the fluttering snail Dai, so she simply smiled lightly, and handed it to He Yan softly: "Ah Yan, you can help me with my thrush." 'The little officer is like the first day. Woman is beautiful. The sound of the piano has been heard in vain, and the peach son-in-law has been divided. Eyebrow painting. Embroidered by the co-cage smoked'"

The words fell softer and softer, and Ying Yi saw that He Yan did not answer, and his hand hung down more and more.

"How many years have I been stupid, I thought we could be like ordinary couples, you are painting with a pen, I am adding fragrance to my red sleeves, you are writing books, I am weaving brocade clothes" Ying Yi laughed, and after a series of tosses, her skinny skin and bones were covered with skin, and when she smiled, her cheekbones protruded high.

He Yan lowered his head sideways, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Ying Yi laughed sadly: "How stupid am I, you can abandon me once for the sake of your family and power, how can you not have a second time?" I once thought that you take power and status the most, that's okay, at least I'm still in third place, but I never thought that you would not hesitate to bear me, not only to bear me, but also to smash the heaviest stone down in the past few days I lived in the Dajue Temple, every time the temple rang the bell, I was chilled and shivered all over my body, this is what I deserve, I don't know Fang Fu"

"Yingyi!"

He Yan raised his voice to interrupt his words, turned around and closed the door tightly, and walked quickly towards Ying Yi, pressed his shoulder, and lowered his voice: "Don't mention the past!" Dajue Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, the Bodhisattva is the most compassionate, no matter how much sin you commit, the Bodhisattva will forgive you! ”

Ying Yi was incredulous, his eyes widened, and he raised his head suddenly, and at first glance, he could see He Yan's panicked expression clearly.

There was a blur in front of him, Ying Yi blinked fiercely, and a large string of tears fell straight on He Yan's hand.

Up to now, He Yan is still worried about whether his words will be heard by people outside!

Ying Yi tugged at the corners of her mouth and wanted to smile a little, but the tears were stuck in her eyes and couldn't flow half a drop anymore, what was she still looking forward to? What else is she looking forward to? This is the love and lover she wants to get by stepping on other people's bones? The laughter was deafening, but it was full of poignant, and the expectation was like a sharp knife stabbing at itself, and immediately blood flowed! He Yan, why did you give me hope and nostalgia at the beginning, but now I abandoned it like a piece of waste, but at that time it was like a treasure

No, he never cherished her, it was her idea to poison Fang Fu, it was her idea to forge letters, and she was even responsible for the crime in the end! He Yan is so innocent, he didn't do anything, he just added fuel to the fire when it was necessary and critical, and just blew a warm breeze in her ears!

He Yan clasped tightly between Ying Yi's arms, looking at her nervously, watching what she would say.

After a while, Ying Yi gradually stopped laughing, panted and collapsed in He Yan's arms, struggled to get up again, threw himself down in front of the table, his face was full of tears, and he whispered softly almost crazy: "Good Longjing, Ah Yan likes to drink Longjing tea the most, and Ah Yan likes to drink the Longjing tea I brew the most."

As he spoke, he trembled and picked up the teapot on the table, and tremblingly divided two cups, pouring tea one after the other, and the bright brown tea soup was sprinkled on the cover covered with crimson linen cloth, but after a while it became a deep mist.

Ying Yi grinned, staggered and handed the tea cup to He Yan, with a prayer and begging: "Ah Yan, the presiding officer of the Dajue Temple I brewed with my own hands is iron-hearted, I begged her three times before she was willing to give me this tea for you to taste."

He Yan retracted his head with difficulty, stretched his hand forward a few points, and his fingertips just touched the thin wall of the teacup, but he heard Ying Yi scream.

"Ah Yan!"

He Yan smacked his fingertips.

"Ah Yan, what do you think of me?"

Ying Yi's voice was sharp and noisy, but this sentence reminded He Yan of the woman who also asked him this before she died, she had a round white face, and she would smile gently and softly, she wished him "Xuan He forever", how funny, he forced her to death with his own hands, but now he is reluctant

The unbearable silence and hesitation made Ying Yi tilt his head and look at He Yan quietly, the corners of his mouth curved like a bright moon.

"You don't love me, you haven't loved me at all" Ying Yi finally laughed loudly on his back, picked up the teacup and drank it all, the cold tea was so bitter in his mouth, so bitter that people could vomit out their hearts.

Ying Yi looked at the bottom of the sweet white glazed teacup with a blank expression, and then gently and abruptly collapsed on the edge of the table, tears finally crossed his eyes, and he couldn't bear to sour and sorrowfully slash down his cheeks.

The corners of her mouth twitched, He Yan frowned and gently leaned down to listen, but she heard such a sentence.

"Lin'anhou, you don't deserve to die with me at all"

The later it was getting dark, the bell rang ten times, and Gonggong Lin knocked on the door of the inner compartment of the Fengyi Palace: "The eldest princess of Yingyi has died of a violent illness!" (To be continued......)

ps: This chapter has been revised over and over again for a long time, alas