Qin Se looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, the pavilions and pavilions, the Qionglou Yuyu, and the gods. It's the same as the royal palace, if not more magnificent.

With the memories of his life, he wandered in the palace and stopped outside the Weiyang Palace.

The past is vague, and his eyes are moist. I choked up.

While he was wandering, a woman's voice sounded in the palace, the voice was crisp and clean, like a trickle of stream.

"Now that you're here, come in."

Qin Se was slightly startled, and slowly walked inside, the ornaments in the Weiyang Palace, every object is extremely familiar, and it coincides with the scenes before his death.

The difference is that the palace is quiet and reassuring, there is no one around, only a young woman sitting on a pear blossom wooden round bench, with a yaoqin in front of her, and she is fiddling curiously.

Qin Se knew that Yaoqin, made of fine paulownia wood, was the person's cherished thing. Later, it was also this piano that made her dance and won the holy grace.

"This is a good piano, can you play the piano?" The woman asked suddenly.

Qin Se shook her head bitterly, "Just a little bit." ”

"That's a shame." The woman was moved, "Who is the owner of this piano?" ”

"An old man."

"A very important deceased?" The woman suddenly raised her eyes and stared at Qin Se.

Qin Se was shocked, the woman's appearance looked extremely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, strange but familiar.

After a while, he muttered, "Who are you?"

The woman thought for a moment and asked, "You came here by yourself, and you don't know who I am?"

"You're a crosser?" Jean Se asked, "No... Everyone in the world says that the spirit of crossing the river is a one-year-old and ugly mother-in-law, how can she be a young and beautiful woman? ”

Du Ling Wan'er smiled: "That's just the Du Ling in the eyes of the world, what the Du Ling looks like in your eyes, I am what I look like."

"The Crossing Spirit in My Eyes?" Qin Se lost his mind for a moment, "It's really what I remember... So what's going on with this palace? ”

"The palace..."Du Ling looked around and said with a light smile: "Elephants are born from the heart, and they are all thoughts in your heart." It seems that the place you couldn't put down the most during your life was here. ”

Qin Se was slightly stunned, and her sadness was overflowing, "Because here I made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life." ”

"So you're here to change that decision?"

Genser nodded, "Yes." ”

Du Ling asked again, "Is this decision your heart knot?" Drinking Meng Po soup doesn't work? ”

Qin Se smiled bitterly, "I've drunk three bowls, but I still can't forget my life." Meng Po asked me to come here, but I was obsessed, otherwise I would not be able to enter reincarnation, and I could only be a lonely ghost wandering the world. It took me a hundred years to get here... I want to choose again, even if it's just a dream. ”

"A hundred years," Duling sighed, "it should be a long, long time for you. ”

"I only lived to be twenty-six years old, and this hundred years is like a lifetime."

Du Ling sighed and beckoned to Qin Se, "Come with me..."

Out of Weiyang Palace, go straight to the south, turn a few corridors, out of the palace, is a peach garden, full of peach blossoms in full bloom, like a pink cloud, there is a pear flower chaise longue under the tree.

Du Ling pointed to the chaise longue and said, "You can lie there."

Qin Se nostalgically stroked the peach blossoms on the branches, she remembered that the happiest time was under the peach blossom tree, he played the piano, she danced, at that moment, they only had each other.

Qin Se obediently lay on the chaise longue, and Du Ling stood in front of her head, stroking the divine sense on her forehead, "I need to get your memories of your life, during which you will fall into a deep sleep, and when you wake up again... You'll have the opportunity to choose again..."

Qin Se whispered "um", and fell asleep groggily, a moment before going to bed, in a trance, as if hearing the familiar sound of the piano, Qin Se and Ming, that year's peach blossoms were the most vigorous...