"Childe, Mrs. Ruji begs to see you." Hou Ying said respectfully to Wei Wuji.

"Ruhime? Ru'er? A wry smile appeared at the corner of Wei Wuji's mouth, thinking of the beautiful girl who used to draw water by the water, and also remembered her who forced a smile in the palace of King Wei, the red wedding dress shattered his dream, although many years have passed, but there will still be a faint heartache when he thinks about it.

"Please!" Wei Wuji hurriedly said, but the next second he shook his head, beckoned to Hou Ying, and said, "Forget it, just say I'm not there." ”

"Childe, Mrs. Ruji has something to ask to see." Hou Ying pursed his lips and continued.

Wei Wuji shook his head lightly and sighed, "Such as... What else can Mrs. Ruji come to me for? ”

Although it was a light question, he had already refused to meet Mrs. Ruji.

"Your Highness, are you really not seeing you?" Hou Ying asked again.

Wei Wuji looked at Hou Ying with some surprise, this was not like his previous style, he bowed to Hou Ying and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?" ”

"It's not a thing." Hou Ying sighed lightly, his mouth was full, and finally turned into a deep sigh, and said: "I saw that Mrs. Ruji had a look on her face when she came, and besides, the matter of the son back then... I also know something, is Childe really missing? ”

Wei Wuji shook off the wide white brocade robe, walked to the threshold, looked at the setting sun, and sighed, "What good is it to see or not to see?" If they see, the two of them will only grieve for themselves.

The Book of Poetry comes out of its east gate and says: 'Out of its east gate, there are women like clouds.' Although it is like a cloud, I think about it. 'She's the only one I'm holding back day and night, but now... If Mrs. Ji is my sister-in-law, what can I do? ”

The Book of Poetry is out of its east gate: out of its east gate, there are women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud. I think about it. Silk clothes and scarves, chat about my members. Out of its humble beginnings, there are women in full swing. Although it is in full swing, I think about it. Dressed in clothes, chatting can be entertained.

Walking out of the East City Gate, there are many beautiful women. Although there are so many beautiful women, there is no one I like. Only white clothes and green scarves can win my heart. Walking out of the city gate, the beauties were bustling like thatched flowers. Although the beauty is like a thatched flower, there is no one I like. Only white clothes and red scarves can entertain with me.

The first half of this poem comes out of the first half of its east gate, that is, the meaning of what Wei Wuji said and three thousand weak water, I only take one scoop has the same effect, in fact, Jia Baoyu said in the dream of Red Mansions: Let the weak water be three thousand, I will only take one scoop to drink. That's what I look like here.

"However, if you don't see it, it's a lifetime of sorrow." Hou Yingdao.

"Also, it's a lifetime of sadness if you don't see it." Wei Wuji laughed miserably.

"Mowgli, you don't have to hesitate, I'm here."

Mrs. Ruji walked slowly over with lotus steps, from her face, you can't see sadness, you can't see joy, her face is still as fascinating as an eighteen-year-old virgin, how similar her delicate face is to the girl who drew water back then, but it's just similar!

Wei Wuji turned around, looked at Mrs. Ruji, and said respectfully, "Xinling Jun Wei Wuji has seen Madame. ”

"Free... Courtesy. Mrs. Ruji stumbled and said, after speaking, she smiled, and then said: "I thought that when I saw you, I could calm my mind, but I couldn't do it after all, right?" Mowgli? ”

"Say goodbye below." Hou Ying saluted the two of them and slowly retreated.

"Mowgli?" Wei Wuji said stupidly. He looked at her rosy lips and remembered the bits and pieces of the past, and he gently raised his right hand, wanting to stroke the silky hair, but when his hand stopped in mid-air, his heart was sour.

The hand, after all, slowly fell.

Mrs. Ruji didn't pay attention to Wei Wuji's movements, she paced slowly, leaving no sound on the bluestone slab, her light figure seemed to recognize this strange place, she asked, "This is the first time I've called Wuji, right?" ”

"Yes!" Wei Wuji nodded slowly.

Madame Ruji slowly paced in front of Wei Wuji, she gently stroked Wei Wuji's silhouette with her slender white fingers, her cold heart had a warm feeling, she giggled, her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, and said, "You still haven't changed at all." ”

"Yes!" Wei Wuji nodded heavily.

Yes, nothing has changed, what can change in three years? He is still the high Xinling Jun in Daliang City, he is still the world-famous virtuous son, Zhao Zhipingyuan, Wei Zhixinling, scholars and rangers praise their wisdom, they are virtuous corporals.......

"Is your heart still there?" Mrs. Ruji slowly raised her head, holding Wei Wuji's face lightly with both hands, like a lover, her eyes were soft, like a lake of autumn water, and the bleak autumn wind could roll up this fragile heart.

Wei Wuji felt the warm breath, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body, it was the smell of dusty memories, the imprint of his heart, he thought it was only a memory that could only be remembered in dreams, and he could only think of it in dreams, and he could only feel it in dreams.

He didn't answer.

Wei Wuji lightly grasped Madame Ruji's two jade arms with both hands, and the feeling of softness touching his heart reached the bottom of his heart, and he slowly lowered these jade arms, and his fingertips ran across his cheeks, leaving a slight trace.

The fragrance of the memory is gone, far away...

"Your heart has changed." Mrs. Ruji's voice trembled a little, and tears slowly poured out from the sourness in her heart.

Wei Wuji shook his head.

Mrs. Ruji looked at him in surprise, took a breath, stared at him tightly, and said, "Do you remember Ru'er in the past?" ”

"Remember, but she only stays in my heart." Wei Wuji smiled.

When he went to the stream because of his safari, he saw a girl who was drawing water, and when he saw her for the first time, he secretly told himself that he was moved, but he neglected to express it, and could only ask knowingly, "Girl, are you drawing water?" ”

The fairy-like woman slowly turned her head, her face was full of shame and anger, and she said angrily: "Yes! ”

He saw that the hands of the woman he liked were covered with water droplets, and he embarrassedly handed her the handkerchief in his arms.

But I didn't expect this woman to appreciate it! Resentfully, he walked away.

"Just in mind?" Mrs. Ruji's sourness finally couldn't hold back, tears slowly flowed out of her eyes, and she quietly said to herself: "Every day in Daliang City, the only thing that can make me remember the scenery is Xinlingjun's mansion. Every time I climb the watchtower, I can't stop looking at that place, that familiar and strange place, as your name suggests, familiar and strange. ”

Her nose couldn't help but sour, and a low cry slowly came from her lowered head.

I remember that it was a night, she snuggled in the arms of the king with a strong smile, but her big heart made her feel a little safe, she was unhappy.

She's not happy, that's all!

The spacious and gorgeous palace, countless temple people and palace maids, the life of brocade clothes and jade food is not what she yearns for, but the seemingly endless palace is like a splendid cage, tying her people, all her everything.

She danced for the king, put on a beautiful robe, stepped on the lotus step, the crisp singing voice of 'the leaves are pale, the white dew is frost' came from her sweet voice, her soft cheeks showed a sweet smile, and a faint sense of loss covered her heart.

Maybe from the moment I put on my wedding dress, my heart was sad and gone! Dancing on the watchtower, she only belongs to her at this time, and dancing for her beloved is the only thing she can do, although he can't see, hear, feel....

The elders who were full of joy said words of blessing one by one, and the bright red wedding dress covered herself tightly, and her chest was a little suffocated, and she was depressed and breathless.

Broken love, hurt and sad, bursts of festive silk and bamboo sounds sounded so harsh in her ears!

At that time, she smiled and met the man she loved most in her life.

At that time, she smiled and met the man she loved most in her life.

At that time, she seemed to be miserable, pleading and trying to let him take her. His mouth twitched, and she saw it so really, hoping that the words would soon come out of his mouth.

However, this expectation slowly passed countless days and nights from a breath.

From expectation to pleading, then from pleading to complaining! Eventually, the grief turned into anticipation.

She can't hate it in her heart, she can't hate it.

Wei Wuji felt his powerlessness again, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, he only had silence, silence, silence without saying a word!

Mrs. Ruji was in tears, her supple eyes looked at Wei Wuji, and two slender fingers touched his face again, this familiar face could no longer find the feeling it used to be, and the warmth that reached the bottom of her heart finally turned into a trace of coldness.

"You are the king's own brother, the unrivaled Xinling Jun of Wei, as long as you speak........ I'm your guy now...... Why don't you open your mouth. Madame Ruji smiled sadly, her hands running across Wei Wuji's face, and a trace of blood ran down his face.

"Why?" Mrs. Ruji cried.

Wei Wuji's nose twitched a few times, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Because he is my brother, he wants it, I can't help but give it." Even if he... Just unintentionally asked for .... Even if it's my favorite... I also have to make, not why, just because he is my brother. ”

"Does that include the beloved?" Mrs. Ruji asked.

"Including!" Wei Wuji nodded heavily.

"I really hope you don't answer, let me keep a trace of thought in my heart, but you don't want to leave me this thing, you are too selfish, and your beloved brother wants to kill you." Mrs. Ruji wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said calmly.

"Impossible!" Wei Wuji shook his head.

"Why is it impossible, just as you change your mind, this person will change after all, do you still think you are the concubine of the year? You are now a thorn in the side of the king. A few days ago, Long Yangjun found the king, what he said, I don't need to say it anymore! Mrs. Ruji said lightly.

Wei Wuji's thoughts drifted to when he was young, his father King Wei Zhao died, as the royal brother of Wei Wang Yu sealed the land of the letter to him, that day next to the Qinshui in Daliang City, his royal brother stood on the chariot chariot, and sang to himself, "The triumphant wind comes from the south, blowing his thorny heart." The thorny heart is dying, and the mother's family is laborious. The triumphant wind comes from the south, blowing the thorny salary. Mother's holiness, I have nothing to do. ”

The gentle breeze blows from the south on the buds of the jujube tree. The buds of the jujube tree are tender and strong, and the mother is busy raising her children. The breeze is warm from the south, and the jujube trees grow into firewood and the wind blows. The mother is reasonable and kind, and the son is not good and does not complain about his mother. The thorny heart is the sour jujube tree.

Power is like a cup of poisonous wine, which can not only smoke people's faces, but also make people's hearts and intestines broken!

Now this grown sour jujube tree has really become Wei Wangyu's thorny heart, which makes him feel distressed.

Wei Wuji slowly focused his gaze on Madame Ruji's body and said, "What is the purpose of your visit?" ”

Mrs. Ruji smiled, her soft face was full of sadness, and she looked at Wei Wuji blankly and said: "There is no purpose, just to look at you, I can't imagine that my heart is still the same, but the old people's hearts have been gone!" ”

Wei Wuji took a step forward, slowly hugged Madame Ruji into his arms, felt her musky scent, gently held her face, and said, "My heart has not changed, the world is so wonderful. I couldn't save you that day, but I couldn't save you, you know? When it comes to the royal family, you only have one death! ”

Mrs. Ruji's heart was shocked, she didn't expect this, if Wei Wuji opened her mouth that day, in exchange for the king to give her a death, instead of giving her to Xinlingjun, she was just a plaything in the king's heart, but no matter how plaything it was, she couldn't offend the majesty of the king, in order not to hurt her brother's feelings, she could only force her to commit suicide.

"That's what you really think?" Mrs. Ruji pushed Wei Wuji away and questioned.

Wei Wuji's eyes were like lightning, he looked in the direction of the Wei Palace, and said lightly: "With today's plan, I can't back down, I can only learn from Yi Yin." ”

"Yiyin?" Mrs. Ruji wondered.

Yi Yin was the one who assisted Shang Tang in destroying the Xia Dynasty, and after Tang's death, Yi Yin went through Wai Bing and Zhong Ren, and became the teacher of Taijia, the eldest grandson of King Tang.

Legend has it that Taijia did not abide by Shang Tang's general policy, and in order to educate Taijia, Yi Yin placed Taijia in a specific educational environment - Tonggong, the place where Chengtang was buried, and he himself and the ministers ruled on his behalf, which was known as the republican government in history. But in fact, this is not the case, but Yi Yin wanted to usurp the throne of Taijia, but Taijia and the Shangtang tribe wiped out Yi Yin, and later generations of Confucians in order to promote the virtues of Yi Yin and Jiang Shang, they whitewashed this period of history, and gradually became Yi Yin virtuous, Taijia is not virtuous.

This is just the author's view of the wild history, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not.

Wei Wuji's humble and soft gaze became fierce, his hand caressed the Tai'a sword hanging from his waist, and said in a low voice: "Since Brother Wang only loves Longyang Jun and ignores the rivers and mountains of Wei State, I Wei Wuji can only learn from Yi Yin, what Zhou Gong can do, why can't I Wei Wuji do it." ”