In the fifteenth year of Zhengqi, Hanshan Daogu died of illness.

The news came suddenly but not surprisingly, Seventeen was boiling syrup in the kitchen at that time, and when he heard the movement of his hands, the syrup that had finally been formed was ruined.

He was silent for a while, bent down and cleaned up carefully, and there was no emotion on his face.

He stood at the door with the boiled medicine, and could still hear the thin coughing sound coming from the house, put the letter sent from the Buddha Mountain in his arms, pushed the door in, and the faint fragrance of medicine hit.

The man half-leaning on the bed saw the visitor, lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little choked, "Why?" ”

Seventeen was silent for a while, handed her the big red envelope in his arms, and told the truth, "I died of depression due to illness." ”

Tears "snapped" on the envelope, and a dark red, weak voice sounded in the room, spreading densely in Seventeen's heart, stinging his heart.

Seventeen embraced the man in his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and called her almost pleadingly, "Little lady." ”

The thought of that person, leaving in such a way, made Yiren feel as if he was drowning and couldn't breathe.

Halfway through, she raised her head and looked at Seventeen firmly, "I want to send her off." ”

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Princess Jujun, the daughter of the general of the northern town, the queen mother of the dynasty, and the later Hanshan Daogu, with a noble identity, with the world in mind, was buried with a generous ceremony, and was buried somewhere in Foju Mountain.

This princess seems to have a lot of weight in the hearts of the people, and the mourning and joy of the city are telling their heartaches, all wearing white flowers on their heads, wearing white belts around their waists, and in front of the door of the no study, there is a silent Jingming, who kneels straight at his waist, and prays sincerely.

The princess's funeral was treated with great courtesy, but it was held extremely quietly, and it is said that the princess was worried every day, and could not sleep, but when she left, she was smiling, and His Majesty was afraid of disturbing her, so how vigorous she came was, and how quiet she was when she left.

When he arrived at the foot of Buddha Mountain, no one came to worship, only Yan Zijun acted as a mountain guard, with peach blossoms on his head, standing in front of the mountain gate with a sword in his hand, and his face, which was already expressionless, was even more cold.

Seeing the person, Yan Zijun arched his hand, and then stretched out his long arms and stopped the person in front of the mountain gate to prevent her from entering.

"Ah Yan?"

Yan Zijun said respectfully: "Madame said that since the girl has been liberated, she should not enter reincarnation again, and she also said that she was happy to walk this road when she came, and she never regretted it." ”

When Yiren heard this, he was in a trance for a moment, but fortunately Seventeen stood behind her and grabbed her.

She looked at the red envelope in her hand and remembered the bright red wedding dress she had worn when she came.

The first emperor sent her to the throne, she had no choice, and she was not willing to be trapped within the palace walls, and she did not have the bearing of the mother's honor in the world, so she returned to the Buddha Mountain in the name of praying for blessings.

It was the third year she went up the mountain, the thirteenth year of Zhengqi, the county lord of Zhaoyuan died of illness, and it was also that year that she saw a woman in a bright red wedding dress, step by step, went up to the Buddha Mountain alone, and stood in front of her.

"Can you bother the girl, take off the hijab for my husband."

The years have not sharpened the bones of beauty, but made her grow into a delicate heart.

The woman under the hijab is so beautiful that it makes people feel frightened, different from the ignorance and innocence of her girlhood, and her introverted and calm from the inside out, so that her whole person exudes the elegance of beauty.

"You, you ......"

Yiren forgot what she said at that time, and she didn't know what to say, looking at Mrs. Yuan, who had died of illness in front of her, she was puzzled, but she was also shocked,

"I asked Your Majesty to go to the Buddha Mountain, Your Majesty agreed, and in the future, I will be the princess of Dayan."

When the Eastern Barbarian enemy soldiers approached the city, Yiren had never been so confused, she looked at the woman in front of her, her voice was a little choked, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Zhao Yuan naturally knew, she looked back at her, there was starlight twinkling in her eyes, "Yiren, you should go back, someone is waiting for you." ”

What she should have done has been done, she has become the first rich businesswoman in Dayan, she has helped many people, she can't help, she doesn't know what she should do, she is idle, and she can no longer find a reason not to miss him.

That year, she saw the brave and warlike Seventeenth General return to Beijing victorious, but she didn't see the youthful spirit in his eyes, and she thought that she knew what she should do.

She asked His Majesty for instructions, His Majesty did not stop her, and even faked her death, he said that he wanted the old people to be fulfilled, she tilted her head and thought about it, and asked His Majesty for a wedding dress with the specifications of the crown princess.

On the day of Mrs. Yuan's funeral, she wore this wedding dress, and walked in the opposite direction step by step to Foju Mountain, which was the happiest moment for her for so many years, with timidity and shyness, as if she was really going to see her Langjun.

When she came, in addition to wearing a bright red wedding dress, she only brought the letter written by Xiao Yuanjun.

At that time, she smiled brightly and brightly, it was Akihara that Yiren hadn't seen for many years, and she couldn't refuse.

Zhaoyuan said, "The world owes you a lot of sister and brother, and you can't pay them all back, so be a little luckier if you can." ”

She also said, "Girl, there are people waiting for you down the mountain." ”

The county lord smiled like a flower, drove her out of Foju Mountain, smiled and wished her happiness, she was at the foot of the mountain, saw Yan Zijun guarding the mountain, and also saw the seventeenth holding the umbrella.

The fine rain fell on the hand holding the envelope, and the Yiren came back to his senses and did not dare to open it.

Seeing this, Yan Zijun said, "Madame handed me this letter when she went up the mountain, and asked me to give it to the girl." ”

Yiren's pupils dilated, "Akihara she...... I expected ...... for a long time."

"Madame said that there is little interest in the world, and she is going to find her husband, so that the girl should not be sad, but it will be sooner or later."

If you are someone else, you will definitely feel that such a girl is not worthy of love, but just love, why take your own life, life in the world, parents and brothers, and dreams of family and country, but Yiren knows that it is all she has to persist until now.

Zhao Yuan's love is not the love of her children, but her persistence and belief for half her life.

She looked at the envelope in her hand, and suddenly she had the courage to open it.

The red background is lacquered with golden lotus, and Yiren thought, she might know what it is.

The red letter paper slowly unfolded, and her eyes fell on it, and suddenly it was a wedding letter, an extraordinary marriage letter.

"Lady daughter, he is happy to see it, marry it, the morning is the morning and the twilight, and the twilight is the joy of heaven and earth."

The stubborn girl finally married her beloved Lang Jun, the young boy who carefully admired the girl, and finally married her beloved lady.

No matter how they meet again, the people of Iraq are happy for them from the bottom of their hearts.

The drizzle mixed with the peach blossoms all over the mountain fell, Yiren stood at the foot of Foju Mountain, the man next to him held an umbrella by her side, from beginning to end, did not let her get a little wind and rain, his ears were still low and soothing, while repeating, "Little lady." ”

"Little lady."

The little lady looked back, as if she saw the young man at the beginning, and the young man was standing in such a position, watching her beloved girl go away step by step.

That was the last choice, and it also belonged to Seventeen, the last story, and he didn't think at that time that he would be able to see his little lady again.

On the day the princess went to Foju Mountain, she gave up her red makeup for ten miles, abandoned the glory and magnates, and only the young general was by her side, and the general sent her to the foot of Foju Mountain with a paper umbrella.

It rained in the capital that had not rained for a long time, and she was clean and bright under the umbrella.

At the foot of the Buddha Mountain, the man stood in front of the stairs one step below her, and the Yiren watched as he buried his head in her purse full of silver tickets and sweets.

Yiren looked at her actions and smiled, "I'm entering the Buddha Gate, where do I need so many silver tickets?" ”

The man glared at him dissatisfied, a little hated that iron could not be made of steel, angry that this person did not have a long memory, afraid that she would be entangled by a timid beggar in some unknown alley and take the money of a wild man.

Hang Erlang said: "The little lady costs a lot of money, besides, when you are a gentleman, how can there be a reason for the little lady to have no money to spend when she goes out." ”

Yiren thought for a while, as if this was the reason, and did not stop him, and looked down at his fluttering eyelashes, "Seventeen." ”

Seventeen's knotted hand slipped, and he accidentally tied a dead knot, he let out a low "um", did not look up, patiently untied and re-tied a beautiful bow.

When she looked up again, she crashed into her sparkling eyes.

"Seventeen, your little lady is leaving."

Hearing this, Seventeen smiled and took the umbrella in her hand and put it away, "um".

Yiren stood in front of her wearing a red cloud of smoke that matched his black robe, looking down at her, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

They don't know what their ending will be, and they don't know if they have a chance to see each other again for the rest of their long lives, Yiren has tears in his eyes, looking at her with a smile, such a good son, why did he like her?

Seventeen looked at the woman in front of him, his throat slipped, and he leaned forward, and a warm kiss fell on her neck, which was where the Adam's apple was.

Yiren's body stiffened, sensing the trembling of the people under him, and there was a slight coolness on his neck, Seventeen bit down a little hard at the place of her Adam's apple, causing Yiren to snort softly, and Seventeen let go with satisfaction.

He took a step back, clasped his hands in his hands, and saluted respectfully, but his voice was extremely lazy, "I want to say, I hope you will not be afraid of the road ahead." ”

Just like when they first met, the little boy said, "The little lady can do whatever she wants, and I will carry everything in my pocket." ”

There were tears flashing in Yiren's eyes, and when he heard the words, he also held the opposite hand, and returned a salute, "Naqing, may you find your way home." ”

The little beggar walked to the general, and then to the seventeenth road, it was too difficult, and the Yiren hoped that the seventeenth would always have a warm blood, and there would be a way to turn back, and there would be light ahead.

The two saluted opposite each other, and the black and red headbands fluttered in the wind and rain.

After a long time, the husband and wife worshiped each other, right now.

When worshipping heaven and earth, the palace city has changed, and the monarchs and ministers part, like an empty dream.

The second worship is high in the hall, the soldiers are in the city, the monarch is for the people, the heaven and the earth are witnessed, and the country is the matchmaker.

Now that the husband and wife worship each other, they will go their separate ways.

She was her Aunt Hanshan Dao, who was a young general of Dayan.

I only hope that Qingqing will not be afraid of the road ahead, and may you find the way home.

Seventeen left, reluctant to his little lady, he still wanted to see her, thought about it, full of joy, and said: "On the Yellow River Road, by the bridge, meet Qing again."

Yiren smiled, and the laughter fell in the wind and rain, "Lang Jun, goodbye." ”

Seventeen Baibai reminisced, felt that Langjun was very pleasant, and said to her happily: "Goodbye." ”

When he turned around, what he missed was that the girl had many years, and in the years he didn't know, he deceived himself into dreaming of a reunion with the little lady.

Drunken dreams are ups and downs, and he finally waits for a reunion.

The monarch and the minister have a dream, but they are not duty.

Fate, goodbye.