Fu Jiang has been in a trance for the past few days, as if he has lost his soul, every time he dreams back at midnight, the scenes in front of him are fragments of him and Fu Yao and Yun Meng in the palace, all of them are so real, as if they have just happened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fu Jiang knew that the knot in his heart could only be solved by himself. He wanted to go out for a walk, and then stay in the palace to hold back the illness, so Fu Jiang got up and found a casual clothes, and walked out of Weiyang Palace alone from the small gate of the palace city, this is the first time Fu Jiang has walked alone on the streets of Chang'an City since he ascended the throne, there is no stars holding the moon, hugging before and after, and there is no incense cart steed, Huang Luo umbrella cover, but he feels that the whole body is a long-lost comfort and relaxation, maybe it is because of his mind, Fu Jiang walked and walked to a place he was familiar with, the former East China Sea Palace, and now the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was closed, and there were no people in the mansion at the door, Fu Jiang stood outside the door and looked at it, thinking and thinking, "Do you want to go in?" What should I say when I meet Yun Meng after entering, and how to explain some words......? After thinking about it, he finally gave up and went up and knocked on the door. Turning around and turning back along the wall of the mansion, he came to the back gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, thinking, "If the back door is open, just go in to the peach orchard and leave immediately." "The back door is also closed. Fu Jiang cheered himself up for a long time, but he still took back the hand that stretched out to knock on the door. "Hey" Fu Jiang sighed lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Squeak" There was a sound of the door opening behind Fu Jiang, Fu Jiang took back the leg that had stepped out, and turned to see that the back door of the Truth Mansion was opened from the inside. After a while, an old man came out tremblingly, Fu Jiang recognized the old man, and thought, "Isn't this the old servant who used to watch the back door of the palace?" At this time, the old servant also saw Fu Jiang, but he didn't recognize it for a while, and asked slowly: "This nobleman, who are you looking for?" ”

"Don't you know who I am, old man?" Fu Jiang asked softly, and the old servant leaned forward again, rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.

"Oops! Aren't you ......? The old slave should die, the old slave should die. This time, the old servant recognized the young man in front of him, Fu Jiang's wide head and strange long arms, he recognized it, and he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Fu Jiang helped the old servant, waved his hand at the old servant with the other hand, signaled him to be quiet, and then asked, "Can Prime Minister Yun be in the mansion?" ”

"Replying to your words, the prime minister doesn't know if the old slave is not in the mansion, but I haven't seen him for many days, why don't the old slave go and find it?"

Fu Jiang shook his head and said, "That's not necessary, I just want to go into the mansion and go to Taoyuan to have a look, okay?" ”

Where did the old slave dare to say no, he nodded hurriedly, so he led Fu Jiang into the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion through the back door.

Revisiting the old place, there is a taste in my heart, every brick and tile in the house, a grass and a tree, the pavilions and water pavilions are so familiar, so Fu Jiang and Ping Sheng have a little emotion, it was here, Yun Meng also entered the palace from the back door to meet him, this is here, Yun Meng and Fu Yao met each other. It's just that the original laughter, talk, and even the red face during the dispute here are a thing of the past, and everything is really like a world away, and maybe it will never be found again.

Unconsciously, Fu Jiang walked to the peach orchard, the wooden sign outside the moon gate of the peach garden is still there, although the handwriting on the wooden sign has faded some color, but the neat and beautiful font is still written down by Fu Yao one stroke at a time, the month of March and April is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the peach blossoms in the branches of the garden can be seen through the courtyard wall outside the peach orchard. "I wonder if the stone table and stool under the peach tree are still there?" Fu Jiang thought about it and entered the peach orchard, at this time the peach blossoms in the peach orchard were more vigorous than the year of blooming, full of eyes are full of pieces of pink, carefully look at the branches of the peach blossoms in different forms, some have been completely in full bloom, some are budding, some although they are about to wither, but the moment before the curtain call also seems to want to show the last beauty, and then look at who can see a thin layer of petals on the ground of the peach orchard, as if it is also deliberately decorating the scene in the garden. "This is the place that Sister Yao was most worried about when she was alive, when she transplanted all the peach trees in the palace here, that is, the crimson smiling face under the peach tree and the peach blossoms in the garden complemented each other." Immersive, Fu Jiang seems to have found Fu Yao's shadow in the garden. Of course, it was under the tree in this garden that he and Yun Meng planned a great plan to stabilize the world.

Fu Jiang continued to walk towards the depths of the peach orchard, and it seemed that the stone tables and stools were still there, but ...... Fu Jiang was startled by the scene in front of him, and he didn't notice it at all after entering the garden, it turned out that there were other people in the peach orchard. I saw that there was a person sitting on the stone bench with his back to Fu Jiang, this person was wearing a cyan robe, and his hair was draped behind his head, but this person's hair was gray, and it seemed that he should be an old man. Fu Jiang slowly took a few steps forward, stood only five steps away from this person, coughed lightly, but the person did not move, so Fu Jiang opened his mouth and said politely: "Old man, excuse me, I don't know where the master is here?" ”

As soon as Fu Jiang's voice fell, he saw the white-haired old man, slowly stood up, and slowly turned to look at Fu Jiang.

"Oops! How could it be, it would be you? Fu Jiang exclaimed loudly, his face full of surprise.

What Fu Jiang never dreamed of was that this white-haired man was an old man, and it was clearly his knotted person Yun Jingluo. Compared with Fu Jiang's shock, Yun Meng's face was full of tranquility, and he couldn't see any emotion at all, Yun Meng saw Fu Jiang arch his hand and bowed. But he didn't speak, and Fu Jiang didn't know what to say at this time, so the two of them looked at each other and stood on the spot.

"What are you doing here?" A thunderous voice broke the awkward silence in the garden, and then walked behind Fu Jiang and the two blocked between Yun Meng and Fu Jiang, Fu Jiang in a trance subconsciously hurriedly took a few steps back, only to see the two people in front of him one like an iron tower, looking like a god, the other handsome and chic, like a white-faced scholar, but these two were staring at Fu Jiang with a pair of fierce eyes. Of course, the two people in front of him, Fu Jiang, also knew each other, it was Cao Qi and Jiang Ying. Fu Jiang's face turned pale, not because he was frightened by Cao Qi and Jiang Ying, but because he couldn't figure out why Yun Meng became like this, and more importantly, he didn't expect to meet Yun Meng again in this way. Fu Jiang was speechless for a while, but Cao Qi, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, glared at Fu Jiang and said, "What are you still looking for Yun Meng for, if it weren't for you, would he become what he is now?" If it weren't for you, would the lord of the county be worried to death? Isn't it that you, Yun Meng, will be so sad that you will turn white overnight? (To be continued.) )