Cheng Yingyu was shocked and ashamed when she heard it, and there was a bitterness of the scar being revealed.

But see that the man is serious, stubborn, and has a brute strength to bring you to him no matter what.

Cheng Ying's heart pounded a few times.

was silent, and listened to what he said, and every word pierced the tip of her heart.

She had resisted anyone touching her and him, her incomprehensibility and unforgivability, and perhaps her fear and cowardice.

But now that she feels the intervention of "Zhao Shenyan", she is not disgusted, this incredible "accident." ”

So he gently nodded at the end of his words: "More...... Thank. ”

Zhao Xixing's eyes lit up, in the middle of winter, the heat flow rushed straight to the tip of his heart and blurted out.

"I ...... I'm so glad to see you in the front hall for the first time, really, really, to death...... This is the first time you have come to me on your own initiative. ”

The straightforward words also suddenly pierced the tip of Cheng Ying's heart.

She didn't dare to look up, and she saw the Buddha statue behind the man, the sky after the snow, and the compassion was clear.

In this life, how many Buddhas do you have to visit in order to understand the longevity of the world.

"Zhao Shenyan, what did you say that night...... I agreed. "For a long time, Cheng Ying said in a low voice.

Zhao Xixing's heartbeat seemed to be standing still in an instant.

That night, the snow was falling in December, and the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were years old, and they looked like memories.

The remembered Chengfeng Lang said that if the construction time was imprisoned, he would smash the lock to pieces.

The faded girl bowed her head and said nothing, her heartbeat speeding up in the north wind.

He said...... Hell, he is alone, and the flowers are not allowed to follow...... Flowers will be obedient. ”

Cheng Yingyu stretched out his hand, touched the silence of the Buddha's compassion, the smoke of the dust, and then stretched out to the snowy sky.

The snow stopped. The first sunshine.

Golden light fell on her palm.

“…… The flowers promised that they would go to the light. ”

The palm went down again, stretching out to Zhao Xixing who was standing in the light.

So the light and him were in the palm of her hand.

Cheng Ying smiled.

Zhao Xixing has been planted in this way in this life.

The third day of ancestor worship in the southern suburbs. The elaborate ceremony is over.

Because on the fourth day, Emperor Zhou Shun was to be worshipped, and the civil and military ministers had to go, and they began to camp overnight.

Except for some of the palace people who stayed behind, the Mausoleum of Emperor Mourning gradually regained the tranquility of its long sleep.

Night.

Cheng Ying listened to the noise of the camp in the front hall and the desertion of the slave house, as if they were separated from two worlds.

She memorized all the maps that Zhao Xixing gave her into her mind, and she was still restless, counting the dawn for half an hour and half an hour.

Tomorrow, she's going to see him.

After three years, she could finally talk to him alone, hold the snow on his grave, and let him see the eighteen-year-old flowers.

Does he still recognize it.

Bang bang. Cheng Yingyu knocked on Xiao Zhan's pavilion door: "Brother, I'll go to see him tomorrow......"

Xiao Zhan's eyebrows were a little dark in the night, but he still nodded: "I know." Sister Ah was more careful and avoided the guards of the Zhao family. ”

Cheng Ying responded, hesitated slightly, and said lightly: "Brother, no, Xiao Zhan, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask you...... What you see in your eyes, what you believe, what kind of me is reflected in his eyes, and how I am, existed in his last days. ”

Xiao Zhan squinted slightly: "Because I'm going to see him tomorrow, do you want an answer?" ”

"Yes. I want to know, how to respond to him, I want to know, the answer that has plagued me for three years, is it inexplicable, or self-deception. Cheng Ying took a deep breath.

Xiao Zhan lowered his head and muttered for a moment: "Sympathy? ”

Cheng Ying was puzzled.

"I never hated my father, I just hated, why is it him, the king. He was pushed into that position, and from then on fell to a doomed end. And you, because of your surname Cheng, you were selected to become a pawn of the court, and when you were ignorant, you became a dead knot with the imperial power for the rest of your life. ”

Xiao Zhan paused and sighed silently.

"Father may have seen the same fate in you."

At that moment, Cheng Yingyu saw the snow disperse in the night sky, and a cold moon rose.

Reflect her heart in the cold.

She didn't say anything, said goodbye to Xiao Zhan, knocked on Rong Wei's door again, and asked the same question.

As a military general, Rong Wei seemed to think that it was an abrasive problem, and after thinking about it for a long time, he hesitated.

"Hope?"

Cheng Ying raised her eyebrows.

Rong Wei scratched his head, and the pale and gentle face appeared in his mind, which always felt like a dream.

He broke the saber, killed the gods and destroyed the Buddha, how many heroes and heroes have been left under the knife, but only this man who has no power to restrain the chicken, in one sentence, made him have an epiphany of the sword.

What should it be, an invisible knife hidden in the heart?

"Your Majesty has an invisible sword in his heart, and no one in the world can defeat it. However, after the Luo's case, the right minister seized power, and in the endless pain and despair, this knife was curled and the shadow of the knife was dark. And you, mother, the smile at that time was bright, maybe it reflected the dusty knife. ”

After Rong Wei finished speaking, he looked at the snow and moon in the night sky, the light and shadow were sparse, as if he saw the peach blossoms that day again, and the sword shadow opened to the top.

"Niangniang, when you go to see him tomorrow, please show the same smile as you did back then."

Rong Wei bowed.

Cheng Yingyu also bowed, then turned around and left, and finally knocked on the door of the girl.

The same question, Yu Niang answered very quickly.

As the aunt of the original queen, who has been in the imperial palace for most of her life, she has seen many difficult solutions and has her own answers.

"Niangniang, you are Your Majesty's...... Salvation. ”

Cheng Ying was slightly stunned.

She knew she was guilty and never dared to say salvation.

Yun Niang smiled: "Later generations are scolding Your Majesty for being a faint monarch, after the failure of the law change, he was extremely poor and luxurious, ignored the government and politics, and finally sent the dynasty to the grave." But who has ever understood that a person who has given up on himself, whose heart is rotting in endless pain, how can he care about anything else? ”

Cheng Ying suddenly thought of the memories of his youth.

The man who cried heartbreakingly in the long night that no one knew about it, it seemed that he had no hope for the light anymore with the stormy East Zhou.

Gold and silver, wealth, sin, indulgence, all fill the empty heart, more like a mockery of one's own life.

Yes, the last thing he asked for was just a sentence, go to hell as soon as possible.

"Niangniang, fresh, clean, and innocent you, in Your Majesty's last rotten time, you are salvation."

The girl smiled wistfully, her eyes filled with tears.

Cheng Ying bowed his knees and turned to leave.

She went straight back to the house, took out the dressing room, opened the wardrobe, took off the coarse cloth skirt on her body, and pulled it up like a cloud of green silk.

There were still three hours until dawn.

Cheng Yingyu began to complete a solemn reunion.

It was so solemn that her hands trembled slightly, and the much mature face reflected in the bronze mirror was pale and red.

The high palace system Lingyun bun, the crow sideburns fly lightly, comb the appearance of marriage, oblique hairpin with a branch of Yingluo Qibao red gold hairpin, hang down two inches of coral beads, covering the ears of the east pearl.

Thin Shi Fandai, thin waist and wide sleeves, the plum blossom between the eyebrows is still the most fashionable pattern in the previous dynasty, the palace is dressed in a red dress, the lotus is blooming step by step, and Zhaojun Qiu smoked his favorite white peony.

Three Hours......

Two Hours......

An Hour......

The woman's movements were slow, with a slight rustiness and nervousness, and she carefully crossed the river of time.

In the end, from under Hua Er's scab, a Cheng Yingyu was recovered.

Empress Mity.