Suddenly got up. Ye Jinyu couldn't wait to touch this delicate and precious face, but in his arms, it was the damp wooden plank, mixed with yellow mud

The sky is gray, and the clouds are gloomy. In my heart, the haze does not dissipate; All around, no one talked.

It's cold, it's cold! Ye Jinyu kept rubbing his shoulders, curled up in the mud, and his face was pale. On his body, there were clotted blood clots and black scars. Red is the main color, with white and blue. It's quite frightening and distressing.

"Ruxin - Ruxin ......"

"I'm ......" The ethereal female voice has become Ye Jinyu's only reliance at the moment. But as soon as he heard the illusory words, Ye Jinyu couldn't help but smile, and lay back quietly, in "Ruxin's arms", on the blood-clotting tombstone, and slept peacefully

A long, long time later

On the third hill outside the Imperial City, according to legend, is where the fairy was buried. It is no wonder that later poets have clouds: the Tang king saw colorful clouds here.

On the mountain, the trees are shady, the flowers are blooming, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, as if blessed by God, so that many dignitaries and celebrities dream of living in seclusion here. It's not that no one has done it, it's just that later, they all moved out in a hurry. The strangest thing is that the emperor of this dynasty did not pay attention to these behaviors, after all, that hill has been famous for a long time.

One day, it suddenly came out of the imperial city that the hill was the place where the year was sealed, and all the officials seemed to be incomprehensible, and only the emperor himself understood the reason.

In the courtyard, the emperor dressed in yellow held three pillars of long incense and worshiped his ancestors. When he paid homage to the third emperor of his country, he couldn't help but look twice—it was the Emperor of the Prosperous Dynasty, his ancestor, and his goal. After only ten years of governance, the Tang Dynasty was opened. Settle the rebellion, pacify the Turks, change the bad law, and bless the people. The only pity is his retirement.

There are many legends he left behind. Among them, the burial of the girl in the hill is undoubtedly one of the most reverie stories.

In addition to the recitals, he left behind his rare ink treasures, poems written in blood, which are now recast on a stone tablet and re-erected on the top of the hills, so that the woman in the poem can receive incense for eternity.

"Falling Flowers"

There is a shortage of jade in the middle moon, and there is zero residual fragrance in autumn

It's hard to be in love for a long time, and I'm choking on tears.

Like the flower girl's death, Xinfangke travels far away.

Love lasts forever, forever sighing until dawn.

"Tick-" A little cold ** on Ye Jinyu's brow, feeling the cold, from night to morning, he woke up in his sleep.

"Ahh

"Goodbye, Ruxin-" With a wave of his sleeves, Ye Jinyu walked straight to Chang'an again.

"Tick-tock, tick-" Along the way, it was just a drop of rain, neither a silk, nor a parallel, the loneliness of falling.

The cool droplets of water penetrated through the shirt, and little by little they penetrated into Ye Jinyu's back and into his heart, making his already vain steps more and more faltering, "Heh! You didn't come to me—"

Qingshan, at this time, can no longer be called Qingshan, because most of the leaves have been dyed yellow; Xiaowa, it was an annoying and lurking roadblock, and every time he stepped on one, it would make Ye Jinyu stumble.

"Smack!" He poured it into the water again, and got himself covered with mud. Looking up at the sky with difficulty, the white clouds in the distance were gray and gloomy. "Whew-" got up, and Ye Jinyu collapsed in place like that. His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.

Where exactly is he going? He didn't know very well. With nowhere to stay, I had to go back to the Imperial City. Looking at the slim building in the clouds and mist in the distance, Ye Jinyu's heart was full of sadness, but this sadness turned into helplessness little by little, and he was powerless to resist and break free.

I wanted to get up, but I heard a "bang", and when I looked back, it turned out that the red yarn was hooked up by the dead branches buried deep in the ground, and with all his stubborn strength, Ye Jinyu tore the red yarn.

"Phew—" Continuing towards the Imperial City, he could see more and more clearly that there was a red lantern above the towering wall. I couldn't help but be sarcastic, and I laughed again.

Behind him, the dry mountains have been left behind him, where there are insects, birds singing, springs, and stones—everything is worthy of the poet's praise and singing, but it cannot make him live and be in peace.

The mist filled the sky, gray and gloomy, just like his hesitant heart, it was dim. Go forward or stop, between life and death, painfully suffering.

One step at a time, two steps until you have walked the path that you can't count. He finally saw the "heel" of this imperial city.

"Open the door—" The voice was low, and in the ears of the soldiers defending the city, it was like a soft call from a dream, which seemed to be true or not, but disturbed the dream. Rubbing their eyes, the soldiers of the city got up, took their spears, and went to see who it was.

"Who?" asked and shouted, so that Ye Jinyu listened to it sincerely, and he was about to burst his eardrums. No, he could only answer, "Ye Jinyu...... "Beautiful book."

The soldier did not hear clearly, waved his hand impatiently, and lay back again, leaving only one sentence, "Whoever you are!" It's not time for the morning market yet, so wait! ”

Ye Jinyu raised his voice and hurriedly shouted a few more times, but his weak voice was still too small for this towering city wall.

A cool breeze blew, and it was dripping, and it was actually raining lightly. The people in the city still tightened their clothes and quilts, and Ye Jinyu outside the city hugged the thin clothes on his body more and more. Hurriedly hid under the city gate, and in a corner, humilly cowered

"Master Chen, I hope you will take care of this trip." In the carriage, the young man in brocade clothes bowed his hand to the middle-aged man who looked like a groom in front of him, and saluted the people and horses who were brought by the man around him.

The middle-aged man named Master Chen smiled and nodded, which can be regarded as a bow from the young man in brocade. Their target was Chang'an City.

In the carriage, the brocade-clothed young man was thinking about the first business of the year, and if it was done, his father would give him the right to compete for the inheritance of the family property, and this time, he had to take it seriously.

"Childe, it's here." When everyone came, it happened to coincide with the opening of the gate of Chang'an City, and it seemed that they were the first guests of Chang'an City today.

The man was thinking about his own affairs, and he didn't get out of the carriage, but just said "um", and he didn't care about the head he called "Master Chen". No matter what the lord does to him, he is so endured, not a bad person, but a loyal and honest person, and a little warm-hearted. In their small place, it is quite famous.

"Pilot-" The group passed the inspection and slowly drove into Chang'an.

"Ryoko, is there a person there?" Master Chen pushed against the elbow of the young man next to him who didn't look like him.

The man replied, "Yes." Hey-Master Chen, it's not the first time I've come to the capital, I've seen a lot, you've seen more than me, don't worry-"

"Eh, you kid, why is that?"

"Forget it-" The junior called Liangzi seemed to be tired of listening to Master Chen's nagging, and in order to stop him, he hurriedly said, "Master Chen, this way, I'll give you some dry food, and you can take it to save people. ”

"Okay, okay." Master Chen couldn't take the sleek boy in front of him, took the dry food he took out from the baggage, and jumped out of the car with his own dry food, "I'll leave the chores in the city to you!" ”

"No problem." Ryoko nodded, although there were those chores, they were still not as attractive as the share.

"Girl, girl-" Master Chen pushed Ye Jinyu, who was huddled in the mud, and seeing that he was slow to wake up, he hurriedly put on a small mink jacket for him that he brought from the mountains and made, "Oh, I'm afraid it's not frozen, it's cold this day!" He hurriedly took him to a hotel on the side of Chang'an Street, opened a room, and asked the man to fetch a basin of hot water for him.

took off his shoes for Ye Jinyu, immersed his cold feet in water, and then damped the towel again, wiping his frozen red face and pale hands for him.

"Why do you have a lot of rouge gouache?" Master Chen couldn't help complaining, and changed several basins of water over and over again, until the end, he realized that the red dress in front of him was a man.

"Hmm-" Ye Jinyu opened his eyes, and when he saw it, it was a raunchy villager uncle, who was holding his hand and wiping it vigorously for him, and the strength was no less than scraping his skin.

"Uncle, it hurts!" Ye Jinyu called, and when Master Chen turned around, he saw Ye Jinyu wake up, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! Big brother, are you awake? ”

Ye Jinyu nodded, and slowly retracted his hand, which had been wiped red by Master Chen, "Uncle...... Or I'll do it myself. ”

"That's fine!" Master Chen said and handed the towel to Ye Jinyu, "You little baby, your skin is weirdly tender, I'm a rough person, I'm afraid of rubbing your bald skin." Ah, the clothes are at your hand, wash yourself, change your clothes and come down, Uncle looks at you pitiful, and invites you to eat. ”

Ye Jinyu nodded slowly, as if he understood or not, he listened to a rough idea. Master Chen grinned and went out to call his buddies to prepare food for Ye Jinyu.

"Whoa-la-" The towel wiped Ye Jinyu's delicate skin. The warm flowing water washed away the mud stains on his body and washed his wounded heart.

"Whew-" The hot and humid towel was applied to his face, Ye Jinyu felt much refreshed, and when he came to the compartment where he lived, he gently took off the light red shirt on his body, revealing his upper body, and on his shoulders, the flesh-colored peach seemed to be poisoned, and it turned black, and bright red blood oozed from the cracked mouth, which looked quite shocking, and it was extremely painful to touch.

"Hiss-" As soon as the fingertips touched, Ye Jinyu's teeth ached, as if his shoulder had been torn apart, and when he shook, more blood oozed out of it, staining the shoulder red.

Moved the wooden basin and towel that were used for washing just now, the towel was dipped in the gentle water, and Ye Jinyu covered the injured shoulder. Away from the bed, without a felt, I found a clean floor at random and leaned down slowly.

"Whew-" The hot water soaked into the wound and relieved the stinging pain, Ye Jinyu felt a little peaceful, thinking in his heart, Bai Mo's face and Li Sui's face continued to alternate, and during it, there was a gentle voice.

With a tear, Ye Jinyu closed his eyes. Tears rolled over the back of the hand that covered the shoulder, and it was so hot that it was distressing, "foaming at the white foam...... Where are you? A soft cry was heard, but there was no response. He never saw the white-clothed Lianhua again, let alone his sharp ghost knife.

Afar. Walking on the mountain road in a tattered white dress, his steps staggered, coughing up blood in his mouth, looking back from time to time, his eyes were vigilant, "This Chu Yunfeng has brought so many people to look for me...... Ahem! ”

In the mountains, a pair of men and horses were galloping, all of them looked around carefully, their eyes were sharp, they were not ordinary merchants at all. The people and horses are scattered, more like the spies who pierced into the Central Plains in the northern country in the past.