Looking at the painful face of the person in front of him, sweating like rain, his mind became anxious, and he hurriedly called people.

"Don't!" One hand pulled Wei Ziqing, who wanted to go out to call someone, she was now with her hair scattered, and as soon as she went out, she was found to be a woman.

The two bun faces at the door seemed to hear the woman's voice, and looked back at the second floor suspiciously, but only saw the general's tiger back and bear waist, and couldn't help but ask, is this an auditory hallucination?

He didn't look back and gave the order: "Go down!" ”

As soon as the general spoke, if the two were amnestied, they ran away.

After the people left, "General Ben is fine, just take a rest." He let go of the person in his arms, turned around and closed the door, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and pressed it slowly.

When his complexion gradually eased, he asked lightly, "Now you have really become a general." "When I saw the people I had been away from for a long time, I didn't know what to say for a while.

Yang Jingsi looked at her face as delicate as before, nodded, and said in a pause: "You, or the imperial concubine?" ”

Wei Ziqing shook his head, looking at the mature, steady and majestic person in front of him, he was more attractive than twelve years.

The pupils of the two reflected each other's faces, and after a long time, they finally asked, "Then, General Ben can fulfill his promise?" ”

Shaking her head again, she didn't know what to say.

Yang Jingsi was tugged at by her every move and smile, "You, what do you mean by coming this time?" Tentatively asked.

"With the general." Full of warmth, Xiao Xian is as eager as a whisper, she should be regarded as helpless to come to him.

Yang Jingsi finally let go of his doubts, since Qing'er said it, it has nothing to do with the emperor, and he can have no scruples.

"I'm out of breath." I felt like I was about to be choked by him.

"General Ben, I'm so excited." He had forgotten what kind of body he was, how could he be so reckless.

Next, Chang Wei Ziqing leaned on her resolute and generous chest, and she finally got her wish to see this person, "By the way, Ziqing has something to tell the general." "I suddenly remembered everything I had encountered in the capital.

"What?"

Pulling Yang Jingsi to the table, the two sat opposite each other, "Ziqing started with the Empress Dowager Lu, that Japan is the Eternal Festival, and the Empress Dowager Lu took this opportunity to let Ziqing offer a cup of poisonous wine to poison the emperor, but was found on the spot and sent to prison.

The crime of killing the monarch is unforgivable, and the emperor remembered that Ziqing had been in charge of the harem for many years and was exempted from the death penalty, and then imprisoned in the cold palace.

In the end, the emperor also took the opportunity to release Ziqing...... "Wei Ziqing avoided the important and said lightly how he got out of the palace."

The people on the side had already stepped forward and grabbed her two hands, stroked the scar burned by the burn, and asked softly, "Is it Qing'er who was saved by the emperor?" ”

Wei Ziqing had no choice but to nod, Yang Jingsi's deep eyes were full of pity.

The two looked at each other, and time stood still for this moment.

Twelve years ago, it was too late to say I love you when I was in a hurry,

Twelve years later, it's too late to say that it's too late?

Wei Ziqing looked at Yang Jingsi's talking eyes, they had been apart for too long, except for the mutual understanding, they couldn't say a word similar to: Are you okay? We meet again...

Temple

Emperor Qin Zhao sat on the ground decadently at this time, and beside him was the ancient and delicate plum tree, and there was an orchid grass under the tree.

He was brought here by the immortal immortals and imprisoned here.

"When the flowers bloom and the butterflies scatter, and the grass blooms like gears, you can leave." Only this one sentence of telecommunication was left invisible.

Qin Zhao dragged a stump leg outward, only to find that there was an invisible barrier that was extremely hard, and he couldn't shake it even though he tried his best.

However, he tried again and again, hit again and again, and fell again and again, and the butterflies gathered more and more. After a day of tossing and turning, he finally got tired and sat down to rest.

Butterflies fluttering all over him reminded him of what Mrs. Jinyu once said, when Miss Cher is sad, she will attract butterflies.

But now there is no one around, and Xue'er, who he is looking for, was killed by himself on the sacrificial platform...

Thinking of this, my heart ached, and then I tore open the placket of my clothes, and the carved plum was bright red and dripping like a newly opened wound.

Qin Zhao covered his heart, snorted, and fainted in pain.

After another half a day, I woke up.

It turned out that the plum blossom juice on the top of his head was feeding him drop by drop.

Qin Zhao closed his eyes and let them drip down, and at this time, there was a "tick!" in his ears. Tick! The sound of ".

Looking sideways, it was really funny to find that the grass was just as honored, and he was just treated the same as the grass.

Just as he was about to get up, a drop of plum blossom juice "snapped" on his side face, evaporated and flew away, Qin Zhao smelled a different but familiar fragrance of plum blossoms.

"It smells so good." Say it unconsciously.

Ten years ago, he seemed to have said the same thing, that was when he was invited to the Mu Mansion for a banquet, a little man in a green shirt and blue shirt crashed into his arms, that should be the real Xue'er, but he saved the wrong person, protected the wrong person for seven years, and left the real Xue'er in his house alone, and her punishment was wiped out...

Thinking of this, Qin Zhao fell down one by one, but fortunately, the butterflies in the sky made a cushion for him, and it didn't hurt too much.

This reminded him of the scene on the Dieman sacrifice platform...

After repeating this repeatedly, Qin Zhao felt that his life was short. However, it seems that he shouldn't have lived, and Cher was killed by him!

got up in a decadence, as if he was loveless.

At this moment, from a distance, a hunchbacked old man with a white beard and swollen eyes floated away.

Holding a bowl with a smile, he came to him, "I'm sorry, little old man eats too much wine and eats, and he is too drunk (liǎo)." ”

Qin Zhao looked at the strange-shaped old man in front of him, immortal?

"Old man, I'm not thirsty." Weak openings.

"Huh? How to call the old man, people have only lived a wrong two, three, four... Nine thousand years only! After speaking, he glanced at it, as if he was dissatisfied.

"In this way, the childlike innocence is still alive." Qin Zhao sat on the ground and straightened up, supporting the ground with both hands.

"Drink this wine quickly, or you will die before your longevity is over." The old man handed the bowl to his lips.

Wine? I barely took a sip, the taste was wrong, and I said in a deep voice: "I only drink plum blossom brew when I drink." Perhaps, he didn't taste it at all, but it was just difficult to get into his throat.

Pushed back with one hand.

The old man doesn't understand that this man is still a picky eater? He has drunk thousands of wines in the world, but only the Tianlu Snow Lotus in his hand is the most intoxicating.

This wine is taken from the Tianshan Mountains, morning dew, northern snow, winter lotus through a process of blending, the so-called road to simplicity, is the Tiangong Dangshan pear, the midnight dew of the stars, the Arctic Ocean Tibetan snow, the winter summer lotus, put together. The longer it lasts, the more mellow and fragrant it becomes, the more intoxicating it is, he is greedy for a cup today, and he forgot to send food to this soul child, so he specially sent him his treasured wine.