Daqi, the fourteenth year of Taihe, the beginning of spring and dusk, warm and cold.

In a dilapidated and deep meditation room, the candle flame in front of the Buddha is about to burn out, and only the beans are left with a spark, which will not be extinguished.

Outside the window, the moonlight is clear.

Shining into the small half of the meditation room does not bring a trace of warmth, but it seems that the chill is deeper.

There was a bed in the corner, and the people on the bed described it as withered, and it had already appeared like a tree.

But she wasn't reconciled.

"Why do you ...... me like this?"

The pillow towel was already wet between the mutters, and the futon was close to the body, looking even thinner from a distance.

"Lady, lady!" The maidservant dressed as a bhikshuni knelt on the cold ground and sobbed in a low voice, "The maidservant has already sent a message to the house, and the third lady will definitely ask the doctor to come and treat you, so please relax first!" ”

Hear the word "Fushang".

The sunken eye sockets suddenly opened, startling the maidservant: "Lady? ”

"Qiu'er, tonight, you put me, the Kongming lamp at the head of the bed...... Let it go......"

She was so weak that she had to raise her neck for every word she spoke, and she was paralyzed as if she was deflated after saying a word.

The maidservant didn't know why, but when she was praying for illness, she picked up the Kong Ming lamp at the head of the bed that had fallen into ashes.

I looked down and wondered where this lamp was placed at the head of the lady's bed. I don't think she has any impression of guarding the lady day and night.

Then he shook his head: Let the lady let it go! As long as the lady can get better, she will be happy for a lifetime.

Perhaps because of hope, the maid walked briskly, went out and put the lamp on, and shouted crisply into the house: "Lady, this lamp is so beautiful, the fire in it is blue." ”

Looking out the window, the rising Kong Ming lantern was no longer visible beyond the field of vision.

The woman on the sickbed suddenly burst into a weird smile.

"She said that she owed me a favor and allowed me to exchange her remnant soul for a wish. At that time, I only thought she was a stupid girl...... However, it turned out that she had long expected that I, Feng Qinghua, would end up today! ”

Entering the palace, for the queen, after the abolition, after the monk.

It's only been three years.

Sure enough, it responded to the words "long door and short guard".

It's a pity that she was proud of the spring breeze that day, where would she take the words of an idiot to heart.

Who doesn't know that Changle Feng has a star-studded moon-like concubine, fourteen into the palace, sixteen for the queen, glorious and unlimited.

Who would have thought that she would end up in the ruins of her home and about to die in a dilapidated meditation room that had been abandoned in the early years of this royal monastery where Zen songs were sung?

The maidservant who returned from the lamp outside the house looked at the strange smile in her blue and black eyes, and was a little frightened, and called: "Lady? ”

"Qiu'er, I'm just afraid it's ...... No more. ”

She tried to stand up, but she didn't have the strength.

"Lady!" The handmaid hurriedly rushed over to help her.

I felt that she was cold, and her body was not as light as a child.

Then he thought that the master was born in gold and jade, but he suffered so much that he couldn't help crying loudly, "Woo, lady, lady, be relieved, the third lady will definitely come to save you, and the old lady, the old lady loves you the most-"

"That's wrong, the most painful thing for the old lady is the one who can sit in the back seat of Daqi...... Granddaughter, no, it's not me! Intermittently speaking, she plunged into Qiu'er's arms, angry, "Qiu'er, you have followed me since you were seven years old...... Master and servant for more than ten years...... Wait for me...... Posthumous ......"

"Lady! You won't! The maidservant shook her head like a wave, and hurriedly said, "Lady, you will be fine, you will be fine!" No matter what the emperor does to you, the Queen Mother still feels sorry for you, and the Grand Master! You're his own granddaughter! ”

Feng Qinghua laughed miserably: "My granddaughter? And how...... Back then, the first emperor was still the empress dowager...... What about the son? That...... And how to ......"

And how?

It's just a waste move.

Looking at the maid who couldn't cry, she said with difficulty: "Qiu'er, you, listen to me...... After I die, Feng Miaohua will never let you go, so ...... Wait a minute, Xiaodong is coming...... You...... Just follow her! ”

When Qiu'er heard this, she shook her head in astonishment and cried: "Lady! Are you confused? ”

Xiao Dong is her younger sister, her parents died when she was young, and they were sold into the Feng Mansion as maids.

When she arrived in the third room, she became the personal maid of the third lady of Fengfu, and then followed her into the palace, which can be regarded as a short period of glory and wealth.

And her sister Xiaodong, who was sent to the long house, was not so lucky.

Xiao Dong died six years ago, and after his death, he was thrown into a mass grave like a cat and a puppy.

By the time she got the news to look for it, there was still Xiaodong there, and there was not even a single bone left.

Since then, the lady is her only relative in this world, she has long planned that if the lady is really useless, she will go to the underworld with the lady, anyway, she will go where the lady goes!

"Qiu'er, I'm not confused...... Xiao Dong ...... She's luckier than you. ”

The lady's eyes suddenly brightened, but the maid's heart was like a knife, but she still listened quietly, and the lady said, "She...... With a good master......"

"Wow......" The maid finally couldn't help but cry again, "Lady! Don't scare me, you'll be fine. ”

Isn't the reason why my sister Xiaodong died because of her master?

The lady was so sick that she was talking nonsense.

The lady smiled, and although her face was gone, her smile was still beautiful.

The maid was stunned, only listening to the lady's fluttering voice, "Everyone thinks she is stupid and ugly, it is Feng Fu...... The daughter with the most no future, can ...... It's her, hiding from the world...... Saved Xiaodong! Qiu'er ...... Xiaodong is not dead...... Not only did she live a ...... Live well...... He is also excellent in martial arts...... also rescued you...... "That night the rain was urgent, you heard something you shouldn't know, and you were chased and killed, if it wasn't for someone superior to come to the rescue, where would you have been able to run past the imperial guards."

However, before the rest of the words were finished, Feng Qinghua felt that his remnant soul had begun to peel off his body and walked out of this dilapidated meditation room.

Ethereal.

The Kong Ming lantern that stopped in the moonlit sky was her last refuge.

Behind him, there was a terrible cry from the maidservant one after another: "Lady! Wife! Lady, don't leave Qiu'er, Qiu'er has lost her sister, and you are Qiu'er's only relative! ”

"Silly girl, I'm not a good master, I can't even protect myself, you better follow Xiaodong to her, only she can protect you, and only she can fulfill my wish." Feng Qinghua, who was floating in the air, no longer struggled to speak, and her whole body no longer trembled, she knew that this meant that she was dead.

What she says now, the maidservant cannot hear.

But she knew that there was a man who could hear.

Looking around, this meditation room is on the back mountainside, and the huge royal temple Yaoguang Temple is still far away, and it seems that no one will find out that something happened here for a while.

The sound of the maid shouting and grabbing the earth still attracted people, and a man dressed in a dark robe and holding a long sword quietly appeared at the door of the meditation room in the moonlight.

"The third lady has gone." The voice was not shocking, but it was a woman.

The name is Feng Qinghua's boudoir, and the person who came should have something to do with Feng's mansion.

"Is it Xiaodong? Are you Xiaodong? ”

Feng Qinghua shouted in the air, but the Xuanyi man didn't look back, obviously unable to hear her voice.

The man walked straight towards Qiu'er, and the next moment he suddenly raised the sword in his hand—

The handmaiden's frightened face was shrouded in a shadow, Feng Qinghua in the air was stunned, and eagerly wanted to rush over to save the handmaiden, Kong Minglan fluttered and shook under the influence of his telekinesis, and almost fell-

Suddenly, a burly man in black fell from the beam, covering his face, and a bloody hole in his throat was bubbling.

The man only twitched a few times before he died.

The maidservant fainted before she could even scream.

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