The years are like flowing water, rushing and rushing forward.

After the vicious battle of Luoxia Mountain, Wanyan Yaoyang and the remnants of the twelve people were imprisoned and waited to be escorted back to Yanjing to wait for the fate; On the second day after being imprisoned, there was a shocking news in the prison of Dali Temple that Yan Yaoyang's hand tendons were picked and his martial arts were abolished. There are different rumors about it, one theory is that Wanyan Yaoyang was picked to break his hamstrings this time and had an old grudge with King Rong, and the other version is that his brother Wanyan Yaoxi did it, which is revenge for the past house arrest. However, the reaction of the court's civil and military forces was surprisingly unanimous, not saying much and not saying much, as if they were watching with one eye open and one eye closed. Wanyan Yaoyang is a rebel, as long as people are still alive, what if there is one less tendon and one more tendon? No one will overflow with compassion at this juncture, and say a few more words in front of the saint; If you really go, it will become a bald person looking for lice to crawl, and it will be boring to ask for yourself.

On the same day, Song Xiaozong suddenly issued a holy decree, conferred the title of concubine of Chu Zhen'er, demoted him to a nobleman, and ordered the queen to have full powers to thoroughly investigate the crimes committed by Chu Zhen'er; Within five days, Gong Zhengsi listed a total of thirteen crimes against Chu Zhen'er, in addition to Chu Zhen'er's collusion with foreigners, fornicating with courtiers and other major crimes of the nine clans, it also involved the old case of Concubine Chen of the Star Palace eight years ago. The Chu clan was in turmoil, and Chu Zhen'er refused to admit his guilt in the Luoxiang Palace, and complained with tears every day, in order to go straight to the sky and ask for a turnaround.

In addition, an unbelievable holy decree suddenly descended on the Rite Department of the Servant Luo Qianhemen Mansion. The fraud case has been exposed in the Yongzhou autumn test for a long time, and the presiding trial officer has changed the case again and again, and the case has been pending for a long time; The hot potato, if it is done well, it is a merit and a bad thing is fatal, and no one dares to be this bird lightly under the trade-off. At this time, the saint suddenly had a whim and named Luo Zhiqiu, the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites, as the imperial envoy. He was ordered to go to Yongzhou immediately to take over the case.

Everyone knows that although Luo Zhiqiu is famous, he is an idle cloud and wild crane after all; So many experienced officials in the Ministry of Rites are not appointed, but Luo Zhiqiu, who is stunned by officialdom. Zhao Yan's practice aroused the suspicion of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

It's hard to tell whether it's good or bad, and Luo Jiang, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, also deliberately went to the foothills of a hundred miles away for his son to ask his teacher, the former prince and Mr. Li Yuan. Mr. Li Yuan has always loved this apprentice Sun Luo Zhiqiu, and after listening to Luo Jiang's complaints and worries, he just left him a piece of advice: staying away may not be a blessing.

Mr. Li Yuan has always seen things accurately, and he said that staying away is a blessing, and there is a certain truth in it. In this regard, the Luo family can only accept this unexpected holy decree.

And the day Luo Zhiqiu went to Yongzhou happened to be the day when Jin Yu's body was cremated.

Thirty miles outside Lin'an City, Zhenguang Temple.

Under the Thousand Buddha Stupas. The chrysanthemum spreads like a brocade, and occasionally butterflies and bees can be seen freely shuttling through the bright sunshine, and the breeze is warm and mellow, raising the refreshing warmth of the heart, bringing the comfort of this autumn day into the hearts of the scarred people.

In a tall clump of lychee firewood. Huo Xiaoyu, who had exquisite makeup, lay quietly in the flower bed. Follow. A man in a bright yellow brocade robe was kneeling beside the woman, looking at her infatuately, caressing her sideburns.

Zhao Yan took out a snail dai from his arms, carefully traced it between Huo Xiaoyu's eyebrows, and muttered to himself.

"The elders don't often say that they raise their eyebrows and get married forever. Folk women don't all look forward to their husbands giving her thrushes. has shown the harmony and love of husband and wife, but I don't know if you like the color I picked? ”

Gently. Then gently, I drew her eyebrows with a snail. Zhao Yan's eyes welled up with tears, looking at Huo Xiaoyu's peaceful face, he really hoped that she was just sleepy and sleepy.

"After drawing Xiaoyu, my hands are clumsy, are you satisfied with it?"

picked up a gilt bronze mirror from the side and reflected Huo Xiaoyu's appearance at the moment. A happy smile rippled between the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth, and he virtually traced Huo Xiaoyu's expression and demeanor in the past, and couldn't help but think about it again; Perhaps it was because he missed Huo Xiaoyu too much, and Zhao Yan had an auditory hallucination in his ears, as if he heard her anger:

Brother Qing, I have drawn the demons and monsters in the book.

But this sentence was full of infinite little touch, and before he knew it, the tears that Zhao Yan had hidden in his eyes fell quickly and fell on Huo Xiaoyu's face.

In this world, the person who can make Zhao Yan cry or laugh is no longer there.

"I'm sorry Xiaoyu!! I, I didn't mean to get your face dirty. ”

Like a young man, Zhao Yan took out a square handkerchief from his arms in a panic and carefully wiped away the tears on Huo Xiaoyu's face; Between my fingers, I couldn't help but caress her face, which was cold and couldn't be warm.

"It's time for the emperor to send his mother on the road."

Jiang De, who had been silent for a long time, held a blazing torch and kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

Those who are alive will always bear the pain of the dead.

Jiang De's unintentional reminder made Rong Shuxuan, who was addicted, suddenly stunned, and then smiled more and more brightly, as if he remembered something important.

"Xiaoyu, let's make an agreement."

Pulling out the small dagger at his waist, Zhao Yan grabbed a handful of hair on the back of his head and cut it off and dragged it in the palm of his hand. Then, he picked up the ear hair between Huo Xiaoyu's sideburns, also held it tightly in his hand, and whispered very gently.

"Tie the knot for love, and never give up. Xiao Yu, I hope that we can meet in the sea of people and tie the knot together. ”

This concentric knot, he still learned from the old man in the palace before going out on the expedition, and he wanted to surprise Huo Xiaoyu on the day of his triumphant return, but it became an eternal regret. Flipping, kinking, and merging, it is so familiar in Zhao Yan's hands; Every inch of green silk is love, it is love and obsession.

Finally, a red rope was used to tie the tail knot, Zhao Yan's heart was cold, but he tied the knot into a dead knot.

Placing the knotted hair in Huo Xiaoyu's folded hands on her chest, Zhao Yanhuan held her soft hair and put it on her lips to care for it carefully.

"You and I are husband and wife."

But tears poured out, I don't know whether they were happy or sad, and they welled up in his eyes.

After being warm for a long time, Zhao Yan carefully put down Huo Xiaoyu's hands, gently stroked her face again, as if to be engraved in her heart, and then got up, staggered step by step, and reluctantly retreated to Uncle He's side one by one.

"Jiang De, give me the torch."

Jiang De shook his hand and handed the torch in his hand to Zhao Yan, opening his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but couldn't open it for a long time. People should be buried in the ground, but it seems that the saint in front of him doesn't want to leave Huo Xiaoyu with a whole corpse, but Jiang De doesn't know that Zhao Yan doesn't want to leave Huo Xiaoyu in this world full of deceit, he wants to give her back a piece of peace and cleanliness.

"Xiaoyu, I'll give you back my freedom."

Wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, Zhao Yan looked at Lin Xiyun on the bed of flowers with a cold and resolute face, and immediately threw out the torch in his hand with all his might, and the lychee firewood stained with clear oil suddenly burst into flames. The flashing firelight reflected Zhao Yan's face, and it couldn't melt the coldness on his face.

Since then, that young and pure juvenile love, the stupid and stupid Zhao Yan, died with Huo Xiaoyu. (To be continued......)