Mu Xiu has now succeeded in seizing power and ascended the throne as emperor.

Shen Fu was like a catkins falling into the air, and he walked lightly, and said indifferently: "Congratulations to Your Majesty, with the help of the words of the minister, let Your Majesty drive the expedition in person, and was captured by the northern country, and borrowed my hand to eradicate dissidents, and even borrowed my hand...... Killed him. Shen Fu couldn't help choking, and in his astringent eyes, tears had already dried up.

Mu Xiu was poked in the heart, a little weak-hearted, but the surface was flat, "Su Niang, I know that you are in pain, but he will not come back, you go with me, I will make you the queen, compensate you well, and treat you well." ”

"Oh? So what about Fu Wanying? Shen Su asked with a cold face, now her face was as pale as paper, thin as dry bones, and the light under her eyes was completely gone, replaced by endless sadness and darkness.

Mu Xiu's expression was cold, and his face was slightly cold, "I have never liked her, and even disliked her, what kind of affection and sweetness is just a play by me." I used her thoroughly, and I thought clearly, I will always love you. ”

Shen Su sneered, thinking it was ridiculous.

"You are wrong, from the time you chose to give up me as the crown prince, I knew that you only loved yourself."

"And in my heart, there is only my husband." Shen Su said firmly.

The rain has fallen, the city gate has not been repaired for many years, the old trees are faint, the roots of the trees are entrenched, and under the mottled city gate, there is a woman in white sitting on the stone slab, playing for several years, day after day.

In the temple, the eminent monk came out to fast, and met a woman in white playing the piano under the dead tree.

"Amitabha, the poor monk heard that the donor has been sitting here for ten years, but he is waiting for someone?"

"Yes.... Master Mochou, I'm waiting for my husband. Shen Fu choked up and replied, his dark eyes looking into the distance.

The monk smiled lightly, it seemed that he was an infatuated lover again, so he asked calmly: "The donor has waited for ten years, why not put it down?" ”

"Master..... I just can't let it go..... I also asked the master for advice. The heavy tears were like pearls with broken threads, the heart was like a knife, and the eyes were red again.

"The cycle of life and death is endless, if there is fate, we will meet in the dark." The master explained calmly.

Transmigration?

After a long time, the corners of his bitter mouth finally showed an indifferent smile, thoughtfully, and suddenly stopped his tears.

.......

Some say that the last woman broke the xylophone under the tree and left north.

More people believe that the woman is under the tree, waiting for her beloved husband.......

People are more willing to believe in happy endings.

But the fact is that Shen Fu came to the endless glacial water, all thoughts were lost, and finally he jumped into the river and died.

........

The place of the underworld

The chaos is boundless, the wind is raging, the darkness is shrouded, the flowers on the other side are in full bloom, and the light of the demon is scattered, this scene is terrifying.

Although the field of vision is a little dim, it can be seen clearly.

Shen Su came to the underworld, couldn't help but tremble, rubbed his shoulders, and sighed a few hot breaths in his cold hands. With excellent eyesight, she followed the dim light and found that not far away, there was a dilapidated stone house, with dark and terrifying plants growing around the house, and the environment in front of her was cold and damp, looking very depressed and desolate.

However, in front of the bridge, there was a mysterious old man in black.

When the old man saw someone coming, he slowly stepped forward and handed her a bowl of Meng Po soup.

"Young man, Meng Po soup is the water of forgetfulness, drink it, and forget the past and present lives."