"No, it won't." Ling Ruo replied, the smile on his face disappearing for some time.

Shi Sheng looked at her seriously and said, "You will, Miss Ling, if you insist on going on like this, you will regret it one day." ”

Until Shi Sheng and the others left, these words still kept surrounding Ling Ruo's ears, would she really regret it? No, no, she definitely won't regret it.

When the twilight drum sounded, Yin Zhen slowly walked into the main hall, squatted down and said to Ling Ruo, who was chanting with his eyes closed: "Ruo'er, do you remember what you told me about the flowers on the other side?" ”

Ling Ruo slowly opened her eyes, there was a faint fluctuation in her eyes, the other side of the flower, she remembered that the time she met Yinzhen by the Pujia Pond, he was in pain when Nalan Mei'er married the eighth elder brother. At that time, I had told him about the other side of the flower.

At that moment, Yinzhen's voice continued, "The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet." Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death. On that day, you told me that through these flowers, everything that had been left on the other side; Then, the person can start over. Right? ”

Ling Ruo looked at him quietly and didn't answer, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned this. The next moment, Yinzhen took her hand and said, "Come with me." ”

Ignoring Ling Ruo's objections, he pulled her away from the main hall, the evening breeze blew the corners of the two of their clothes, and the hunt flew in the air, like butterflies and swallows.

"You ......" Ling Ruo just wanted to ask Yinzhen where she was going to take her, Yinzhen suddenly stopped, and then, Ling Ruo saw that the courtyard that should have been empty was covered with a kind of flowers that she had never seen before, bright red and scorching, at this time the sunset was gradually falling, these flowers gave her a kind of enchanting charm like blood, so beautiful that it was shocking, and inexplicably sad .

There are no leaves, nothing else, only red, a shocking, red like fire, like blood, like tea!

Each petal is shaped like an inverted needle, unfolding and curling backwards, blooming there in the most beautiful posture.

After looking at it in a daze for a long time, Ling Ruo suddenly realized that this was the flower of the other side, which had only existed in the legendary Manzhu Sawa all along. It really exists!

"I flipped through a lot of books, and I ordered people to search for a long time, and finally found what you called the flower of the other side - Manzhu Sahua. Ruo'er. He looked at her and said very seriously: "You said that as long as you pass through the flowers on the other side, everything in the past can be let go and start again." ”

Resume? Resume......

Tears gradually blurred his eyes, but the clumps of Manju Sawa were still shockingly red.

Yinzhen, can we really start over?

She admitted that this time, Yin Zhen really did a lot for her, and even found this flower that originally only existed in legends, but she was still afraid, afraid that all the good would one day be exhausted in the endless harem battles.

"Ruo'er, as long as you go through these flowers, we can start again." He took the hand that had never let go, and slowly walked towards the flowers on the other side.

In the distance, Li Wei and Sixi watched this scene excitedly, in order to find these flowers, they traveled thousands of miles, but as long as Concubine Xi could let go of the inherent knot in her heart and return to the palace with the emperor, these hard work were nothing.

When her feet were about to step over a clump of manzhu sawa, Ling Ruo suddenly retracted it, and in the fading curtain, she slowly shook her head, "I'm sorry! The concubines can't let go, the emperor, the concubines can't let go! ”

Yin Zhen was like being poured a basin of cold water on his head, from head to toe, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "What are you doing?" Ruo'er, I've done this for you, why don't you forgive me? Still refusing to let go of what you did before? ”

There was a kind of despair and helplessness in his voice, he never thought that one day, he would experience this feeling, not even the most intense period of the seizure of the throne, very annoying, that feeling of powerlessness was really annoying, as if he couldn't do anything, couldn't do it.

Ling Ruo picked up a manzhu shua from the ground and muttered, "The more the emperor does for his concubines, the more afraid the concubines become. Something that is too hot will always be a little harsh and won't last long. The flowers on the other side will be grateful, and after the flowers are grateful, the emperor's good treatment of the concubines will be withdrawn. ”

"I said no, you just don't believe me!" This sentence, Yinzhen is almost roaring, he has done so much, for what, for what this woman just refuses to believe.

"I'm sorry......" Ling Ruo was interrupted by Yinzhen as soon as he said two words, and roared with a hideous expression: "Don't listen, I'm sorry!" No! That's it, I don't care, I'll take you back to the palace now, whether you want to or not, I will take you back to the palace! ”

The flowers on the other side that he had worked so hard to find were trampled on by him, and the original scorching heat was also turned into mutilation at this time, just like Ling Ruo said, things that were too beautiful couldn't last long.

This time, Ling Ruo didn't resist, if Yinzhen really decided to do something desperately, then she couldn't resist at all.

However, after only a few steps, Yin Zhen stopped, and Ling Ruo was even more surprised to find that his body was trembling slightly with his back to him. After a long time, a dull and trembling voice came from the front, "You really don't want to go back with me?" ”

This time, Ling Ruo didn't answer immediately, the heart that she thought she could give up throbbed again, and it took her a lot of strength to suppress the pain, "Yes, the concubine doesn't want to." ”

Yin Zhen nodded, his originally clenched hand slowly loosened, and then walked out alone, until he left Pushou Temple, he didn't look back. Wherever he walked, there was a manju sawa with crystal droplets on its petals, revealing a sad aura in the twilight.

In the following days, Yinzhen never came to Pushou Temple. If he didn't come, Ling Ruo should have felt that he had fulfilled his wish, but his heart had been very painful, even if he chanted the Buddha every day, he couldn't suppress the pain, as long as he closed his eyes, what appeared was the scene of the vines all over the ground and Yinzhen letting go of his hand and leaving alone.

Autumn is gradually aggravating, especially in the morning and evening, especially cold, and the wide and thin Buddha clothes can no longer resist the cold.

Lichen brought her cotton clothes, and seeing Ling Ruo in a daze at the Bodhi tree, she sighed deeply and said, "I obviously can't let it go, so why force myself?" Buddhism pays attention to a word of fate, and it should be dealt with according to fate. ”

"The disciple's relationship with him has long been over, but he has always refused to let go." She looked down at the Bodhi leaves all over the ground.

"If it's really over, you won't be so entangled, alas, when will you be able to see through it." Lichen shook his head and turned to leave.

Ling Ruo stood under the tree for a long time, turned around and was about to go back to the house, but saw Yin Zhen, who had not been here for several days, standing not far away, looking at him quietly.