When he returned to the sword of the pavilion, he was very worried, and he lost his soul and couldn't keep it. From time to time, pinch the small porcelain vase and embroidery needle in the pocket, but how to start?

It was blood in the body, not hair or clothing, which could be stolen casually.

Otherwise, let's make it clear, maybe the princess also hopes that this Ling Kun will rescue her.

After making up his mind, he said tentatively: "Princess, tomorrow is the (rì) prince, have you really decided to marry Prince Duan?" ”

Zhao Mingyue had no face (qíng), and said lightly: "Since I have already come to Dali, I am naturally ready." ”

"But you don't like him, is it worth it?"

"It's worth it." Zhao Mingyue raised her eyelids, looked ahead and said, "With one of my daughters (shēn), but what is not worth saving the Great Song Dynasty?" ”

Squire Sword's mouth was dry and she was desperately swallowing, she really didn't know how to continue the topic. After a while, he pursed his lips and continued, "If Ling Kun wants to take you away now, will you go?" ”

"Shut up." Zhao Mingyue was furious, and shouted with a cold face: "Don't mention his name again, I have nothing to do with him." ”

"Princess, Ling Kun is in Dali just because he lost his memory......"

"Shut up, don't you understand me?" Zhao Mingyue stood up suddenly, interrupted Shi Jian's words very roughly, stared at her eyes and said, "You actually contacted him behind my back?" ”

"I, I, I didn't, princess, you listen to me......."

"Don't say it, I know you like Ling Kun and don't like Duan Jinyan, I don't force you, you can go to him yourself, and I will restore your freedom (shēn)."

"No, princess, the slave will not leave the princess if she dies." The sword fell to his knees with a pop and cried.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Mingyue's heart softened a little, and she helped her up and said, "Actually, what I said is true, you and I grew up together since childhood, and we are called slaves (qíng) and sisters. I have to step into the sea of misery myself, so there is no need to drag you in. ”

She paused and continued, "So, as long as you want, I can really restore your freedom (shēn), and you can go back if you want, and you can go to him." But I have made up my mind not to mention him to me again. ”

Shi Jian nodded again and again, not daring to mention Ling Kun's matter again.

However, is it just like that, naturally she can't, she has to think of other ways.

It was almost noon, and Ling Kun was going to take Shangguan Chengcheng to go shopping and eat delicious food, but Shangguan Chengcheng was worried that the sword would not find them when he came, so he said that she (shēn) was not feeling well and did not want to go out.

If she doesn't go out, Ling Kun naturally won't go out either. The two of them are tired of chatting on (chuáng) without a match.

Shangguan Chengcheng asked, "Haven't you ever thought about recovering your memory?" ”

"Recover your memory?" Ling Kun hurriedly shook his head: "There is no need. ”

In fact, he was also curious about what he was like before, but he knew that he had traveled through time and had not lost his memory. So his memory couldn't be recovered, so he shook his head decisively.

Shangguan Chengcheng asked in surprise, "Why, don't you want to know about the past?" ”

"I don't want to, it's okay now, the two of us are living happily, in the future when we settle down, you give me another little monkey, it's just like a fairy, why should you be disturbed by the past?"

When Shangguan Allure heard this, his heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and he burst into tears, biting his lip tightly to prevent himself from crying.

"Impressed?" Ling Kun looked at her and asked.

Shangguan Chengcheng choked his (xiōng) mouth and said, "I hate it, why do you say that, you fool." ”

Ling Kun felt that Shangguan Chengcheng was a little strange, hugged her and asked, "Chengcheng, what's wrong with you, do you have anything on your mind?" ”

Shangguan Allure raised his pretty face and kissed Ling Kun's lips fiercely.

Although Ling Kun was full of doubts, he finally disarmed and surrendered, and was once again pounced ...... by Shangguan Allure.

For a whole day, Shi Jian spent the whole day in a trance, and she thought of countless ways, but they were all overthrown by herself.

Zhao Mingyue saw her abnormality, but thought that her heart (qíng) was not good, so she didn't care.

Little by little, time passed, day passed, night came.

The sword is still at a loss.

Shangguan Allure is like an ant on a pot, but he can't wait for news.

The sun rises again, Dali City is full of lights, running to tell each other, and everywhere is full of joyful atmosphere. The welcoming procession of the prince of Dali will arrive at the pavilion in an hour.

After a night of brewing and struggling, the sword

Finally figured out a way. A solution she so badly didn't want to use, a way she had to use.

Zhao Mingyue slowly got up (chuáng), and in front of her was a neatly folded phoenix crown. It is not a folk bright red, but a bright yellow that belongs to the emperor's family.

It is both noble and festive.

It's just that in Zhao Mingyue's eyes, it is like a smear of dead ash, without a trace of color.

The sword came in, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing was unusually rapid.

Zhao Mingyue said lightly: "Wear it." ”

"Princess, I have decided to leave."

Zhao Mingyue's face changed abruptly, although she decided to let the sword go, but she didn't expect the sword to really abandon her. In this way, she (shēn) has no relatives on her side, so how can she persevere.

Seeing Zhao Mingyue's face, Shi Jian's heart ached like a knife, and her body trembled, she knelt on the ground and said, "Princess, I'm sorry, I want to die in the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth and said, "I don't blame you, I also want to die in the Great Song Dynasty, but unfortunately I can't do it in this life." Speaking of this, the tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and rushed out.

The squire wiped his tears and said, "Princess, the slave has one last request. ”

"Say, as long as I can do it, I will promise you."

"The slave maid grew up with the princess since she was a child, and she knows the princess's mind best, and the court counterinsurgency victory (rì) may be the princess's death (rì). The slave maid had no ability to bring the princess back to the Great Song Dynasty, and only wanted to bring a drop of blood back and bury her in her own land. ”

Zhao Mingyue hugged the sword and choked up: "Thank you, sword, you are really my good sister, so I will die without regrets." ”

The sword didn't dare to delay more, firstly, it would make Zhao Mingyue even more sad, and secondly, time was running out, so he took out a small porcelain vase and embroidery needle and said, "Princess, the slave is offended." ”

Zhao Mingyue looked at the embroidery needle, picked up a pair of scissors and said, "Use this." As he spoke, he turned the tip of the knife and punctured his finger, put it in the mouth of the bottle, and said, "Let it flow a little longer." ”

The sword was afraid of hurting Zhao Mingyue's (shēn) body, so he hurriedly put away the bottle and bandaged Zhao Mingyue. Then he knelt three times and knocked nine times, and said goodbye to Zhao Mingyue with tears.

This trip may give Zhao Mingyue a new life, and it may also become their farewell.