I saw that the silk handkerchief wrote: Wulang Jilin, see the words like a person, say goodbye to the king, and the length of time. A hurried glance at the city gate that day aroused endless lovesickness, seeing that the monarch's face was haggard, his spirit was depressed, and the concubine's body was very heartbroken.

Today's letter, meet with you to return to the mountains and forests, farewell to the world, rather than living in the world, it is better to go to the next life together, if you are interested, three days later, when the banyan tree outside the city gate is not seen or dispersed, Qingqiu weeps!

After reading the letter, Ouyang Jing sighed.

"Xiangming, haven't you read this letter?"

Xiangming shook her head and said, "Madame's letter, the slave doesn't dare to peek at it privately. ”

Ouyang Jing folded the silk handkerchief and handed it to Xiang Ming

"Xiangming, you are wrong, you look at the content of this letter, not only to express the pain of lovesickness after the separation of the two, but also to clarify that the lady wants to escape with him, but also has the determination to go to Huangquan together, if the Marquis also agrees with the wife's opinion, can the king let them escape smoothly? Have you ever wondered how serious the consequences can be? ”

Xiangming also realized the seriousness of the problem, and took the letter in her hand and didn't know what to do.

"What the adults say is true, but what should we do now? Is the letter still delivered? ”

"Of course the letter will be delivered, and Madame is still waiting for a reply! But Xiangming, you have a difficult task to complete. ”

Ouyang Jing looked around vigilantly, his black jewel-like eyes flashed with dazzling light, and his smiling eyes made Xiang Ming want to see it very much, but he was afraid to see it, feeling that the task arranged by such a charming person must be completed unconditionally, not to mention the matter of his wife.

"Your Excellency, you say, Xiang Ming just do it."

"You can send the letter to Xi Hou now, but you have to find a way to persuade Xi Hou to refuse Madame's request, can you do it?"

Ouyang Jing just smiled casually, and his voice was so gentle.

Xiangming smiled sweetly and said, "Xiangming guarantees to complete the task, please rest assured." ”

After Xiang Ming finished speaking, he said goodbye to Ouyang Jing and walked straight towards the city gate.

In the Yunyan Pavilion, Xi Fei walked back and forth in front of the porch, looking forward to it from time to time, anxiously waiting for the fragrant tea that had not yet returned.

"Xiangling, come with me!"

Xi Fei suddenly beckoned to Xiangling and walked towards the house.

After entering the room, Concubine Xi whispered to Xiangling: "Go get some cinnabar!" ”

Xiangling didn't ask much, took the cinnabar, and said, "Give me some on the back of my neck." After saying that, he lifted the hair on the back of his neck with his own hands.

Xiangling carefully dotted a cinnabar in the middle of the back of Xi Fei's neck, and if she didn't look carefully, she thought it was a cinnabar mole.

After Xiangling finished ordering the cinnabar mole for Xi Fei, she asked puzzledly: "Madam, why do you want to point a cinnabar mole on the neck?" ”

"This is a legend that Ji Lin once told me, so I'll tell you about it!"

At this time, Xi Fei's expression became extremely soft, she looked up into the distance, her eyes bloomed with beautiful light, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and the corners of her eyes were filled with happy smiles, and she began to tell the story:

According to legend, there were two people who loved each other very much, for some reason, they could not be together in the end, so they chose to be martyred, and they met again on the Huangquan Road after their deaths, thinking that no one could separate them from then on, and happily walked forward hand in hand, but the way ahead was blocked by a river, that is, the Lethe River.

The blood-red water was muddy, and if you got closer, you could feel a strong, fishy heat wave. ”

As she spoke, her expression suddenly became melancholy, as if she was telling her own story.

Xiangling picked up the silk handkerchief, gently helped Xi Fei wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Why does the Lechuan River stink?" ”

"It is said that the Lethe River is full of insects and snakes and some lonely ghosts who do not want to forget their lovers in their previous lives, and they have to boil in the hot magma in the Lechuan River for thousands of years, and if their hearts are not extinguished after a thousand years, they can still remember the things of their previous lives, and they can return to the world to find the person they loved the most in their previous lives."

Xiangling looked incredulous, and couldn't help but interrupt Xi Fei and said: "After thousands of years, how painful it is, is there really anyone willing to endure such pain just to remember someone?" ”

"There are many people in the world who are trapped by love, really love someone, love each other but can't stay together is a very painful thing, since you can't be together in this life, then meet in the next life to be together with each other. I'd rather suffer the pain of my skin than remember this relationship. ”

For Xiangling, who has never experienced love, it is simply unreasonable, but without practice, there is no right to speak, she just pursed her lips, held her cheeks and listened carefully, only listening to Xi Fei continue to say.

"If you want to cross the Lechuan River, you must first cross the Nai He Bridge, and when they hold hands and walk up to the Nai He Bridge, they are stopped by a white-haired old woman at the head of the bridge, she is the legendary Meng Po. Meng Po poured two bowls of soup from a large pot and asked them to drink separately, and the soup is said to be made up of eight kinds of tears. ”

When Xiangling heard this, she couldn't help but interrupt Xi Fei's narration, raised her two eyebrows so that they were not on the same plane, and asked puzzledly: "Eight kinds of tears?" Is there a difference between tears? ”

Xi Fei was not annoyed by Xiangling's interruption of the story, and still said in her pleasant but calm voice: "Eight tears refer to: one raw tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, this eighth taste is a Meng Po's sad tears." With the eight tears as the guide, go to its bitterness and leave its sweetness, so tormented for a lifetime, the achievement of Meng Po soup. ”

Xiangling finally understood, thinking about it, isn't this eight tears soup exactly the ups and downs that people have experienced in their lives, with mixed tastes? She didn't interrupt Xi Fei and listened to her continue.

The two of them heard Meng Po say that they drank her soup, destroyed the old dreams, cut off the causes and consequences, and forgot all the love, hatred, and hatred in this life.

When the two heard this, their heads shook like rattles, and they resolutely did not forget each other, Meng Po said that it was okay not to drink her soup, in order to see the love of this life in the next life, then they must jump into the Lechuan River and wait for thousands of years to meet again.

So, the two of them stood beside the Lechuan River, looking at the hot magma that was tumbling, shouting, and constantly slapping the Sansheng stone, and the man was reluctant to let his beloved woman suffer this sin, so he discussed with the woman and used the hot magma to put three moles on the back of her neck as a proof of recognition in the next life. Strangely enough, after the hot magma fell on the woman's skin, it was the color of the cinnabar, which was later called the cinnabar mole. ”

Hearing this, Xiangling finally understood why Xi Fei asked her to give her this cinnabar mole, she was telling other people's stories, which seemed to be her own story, inadvertently, but she was already in tears, in addition to helping her wipe her tears, all she could do was listen with her heart.

"Just after the two embraced each other inseparably, when the man was about to jump into the Lethe River, Meng Po said: 'You have to think clearly, you jump into this Lethe River, not only to bear the pain of this magma to the soul for a thousand years, but also in this thousand years, you will also see her walk across this Nai He Bridge over and over again, and drink bowls and bowls of Meng Po soup, you will hope that she will not drink it, but you can't bear her to suffer from the thousand years of suffering in this Lethe River, afraid that she will not be able to bear the loneliness of waiting. You can't even say a word to her, because you can see her, but she can't see you. After listening to Meng Po's words, the man walked to the middle of the Nai He Bridge, watched the woman drink Meng Po soup, and couldn't help but shed a tear from the corner of his eye. Under the hot magma baking, it suddenly transformed into a tearful mole. Later, the tear mole at the corner of the eye and the cinnabar mole on the back of the neck became the totem of a lover in a previous life. ”

Xiangling thought to herself, I should pay attention to it in the future, to see if I can meet people with tear moles and cinnabar moles, so if there are a few pairs of such people, will they admit each other's mistakes, Xiangling's little head began to think crankily.

"Is it possible that if you meet someone with a cinnabar mole on the back of the neck and a tear mole at the corner of the eye, it may be a lover in a previous life?"