On the Huangquan Wangxiang platform, Gu Fanghua quietly looked at the Wuding River with mottled water shadows, and the water rippled inside, quickly reacting her short life of 20 years.

When he was a child, his parents died, and then he lived in the palace, the queen mother's grandmother loved her, and the emperor's uncle regarded it as the pearl of her palm, and then later married the former prince Yan Rongling, and finally married the fifth prince Yan Shaoxun.

In this life, he has been glorious and rich, and he has been born and died several times, and when he died, all the cronies around him had withered away, and it was estimated that no one burned the money on the road.

The corners of Gu Fanghua's mouth were pursed with a hint of sadness, and she was thinking about it, when several yellowed money papers suddenly appeared at her feet.

It seems that there are still people who are worried about her.

Forget it, let's step on the Nai He Bridge, drink Meng Po soup, forget the past and this life, and reincarnate in the next life.

Just as Gu Fanghua was about to turn around, two figures suddenly appeared in the Wuding River.

Gu Fanghua fixed his eyes.

One is Yan Shaoxun, oh! He is now Emperor Zhaowen. He joined hands with Bai Jinxiu, climbed on the high platform, and hundreds of officials worshiped and held a post-sealing ceremony.

One is in a dilapidated palace, in front of the stone table under the old trees overgrown with wild grass, Yan Rongling is drawing something with a pen.

The Buddha said: There are generally many gains and losses in life, and the conclusion of the coffin is cause and effect.

Could it be that in the end, they can still be seen on the Wangxiang Terrace because Yan Shaoxun owes her, and she owes Yan Rongling?

Now there is no way, if there is an afterlife, she will definitely repay the debt owed to her by Yan Shaoxun and repay the throne she owes Yan Rongling.

Gu Fanghua slowly stepped onto the Nai He Bridge, and was about to drink Meng Po soup, but she didn't notice that the Wuding River behind her was flooding with monstrous waves, which instantly swept her into it quietly.

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Hong Zheng thirty-three years, the tenth day of the fourth month. The world is full of flowers in April, and the strange flowers in the palace are still blooming!

The moon shines like water, and the wind sways.

Gu Fanghua opened her eyes and sat up from the bed suddenly.

Cold sweat wet her hair, slowly trickling down from her sideburns, the corners of her eyes were dry and blurry, and the pain of being burned by fire all over her body was all over her body, all over every corner. The pain was heartbreaking, as if death was also a relief.

Through the hazy line of sight, the double curtain of foundation embroidered orchid light gauze came into Gu Fanghua's eyes, and then looked at the golden pendant pearl tent hook next to it, and the golden yellow gold-filled lacquered bedpost.

Under the faint moonlight, the Shu brocade covered on the body, embroidered with small lotus on the green satin, showed sharp corners, and embroidered with resting gold and silver thread dragonflies, full of the atmosphere of the boudoir lady.

Gu Fanghua gasped for breath quickly, she was obviously dead, how could she return to the Qingzhi Palace, her childhood dormitory, after walking across the Nai He Bridge?

After a few moments of sluggishness, Gu Fanghua lifted the Shu brocade jacket and ran barefoot to the dresser under the south window.

The girl in the mirror, with a pair of willow eyebrows on her goose egg face, big apricot eyes, dark eyes wide open, and a pale face with bewitching red lips. His wet eyes looked at himself in the mirror in horror, and his trembling hands touched Ruyu's face.

This is the living self when I was young, and it is not the self that I later described as numb and stayed in the Buddhist hall all day long.

Gu Fanghua's mind was dizzy, and before she could figure out what time it was, there was a soft sound at the door.

Danzhu pushed the door in, saw Gu Fanghua wearing a thin crescent white shirt, sitting barefoot in front of the dresser, and said hurriedly: "County Lord!" Watch out for the cold! ”

As he spoke, he quickly put down the tray in his hand, and then picked up his coat and quickly draped it on Gu Fanghua's slightly trembling shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Gu Fanghua turned around and grabbed her hand, clenched it tightly and said anxiously: "Danzhu!" Why are you there? ”

Danzhu hurriedly put his hand on Gu Fanghua's forehead and exclaimed, "County Lord, why are you sweating all over your head?" Purple plum! Come on! ”

As soon as the words fell, Zimei quickly lifted the curtain and came in, and worked with Danzhu to help Gu Fanghua, who was still in the clouds and had not returned to his senses, back to the bed.

When Danzhu turned around to leave, Gu Fanghua suddenly came back to her senses and grabbed her hand and muttered, "It's good, it's good!" Danzhu, it's good for you to be like this! ”

The appearance of Danzhu in Gu Fanghua's memory was a blurred mud of flesh and blood. This is when Danzhu learned that she was named Concubine Hui, not the queen, and in a fit of anger, she spoke against Yan Shaoxun and was beaten to death in front of Qingzhi Palace.

Danzhu felt that the county lord's hand was holding her very tightly, and raised her voice: "Zimei, quickly bring the soothing soup on the table, don't you see the county lord's nightmare?" ”

Zimei "giggled", her beautiful face and eyes narrowed into a line, and she brought the soothing soup over and said, "County Lord, how is Danzhu?" Isn't that a slave bad? Thanks to the dinner time, the county lord gave the slave and maid the cage crab yellow bun, and the slave and maid also went to Nanxun Palace to spread the word. ”

In Gu Fanghua's eyes, the shadow of Zimei appeared.

Didn't Zimei drown? Mama Cen stopped herself from seeing the last of them. Later, he secretly ran to Leng Mo Hall to see, and Zimei had a dark purple bruise on her neck. As for the Nanxun Palace she said, Gu Fanghua subconsciously ignored it.

"Zimei, you're here too? What about Mo Lan and Green Chrysanthemum? Our master and servant can finally be together again. ”

Gu Fanghua burst into tears, unable to tell whether it was an illusion or a reality, but she was extremely happy when she saw those old people.

Zimei scooped up a spoonful of soothing soup and fed it to Gu Fanghua's mouth, her curved lips curled high and said: "The county lord really has a nightmare, the slave maid and Danzhu should be on duty tonight, did the county lord forget?" ”

Maybe it was a trance, maybe it was the old man's Yin Yin smile, Gu Fanghua looked at them greedily with his eyes, and unconsciously drank up a cup of soothing soup.

Seeing that Gu Fanghua was still looking at them in a daze, Danzhu sighed and said: "The county lord is really a nightmare, let's sleep well, how can the Queen Mother be angry with you?" ”

Dowager!

This word was like a bolt of lightning, piercing Gu Fanghua's still chaotic head, and her grandmother was also in a dream? Haven't been angry with yourself and gone to Hui'an Temple?

But the effect of the soothing soup slowly came up, and Rao is Gu Fanghua tried her best to keep her consciousness awake, but she finally slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

And this sleep came to the second hour.

Several big palace maids gathered around Gu Fanghua's bed and whispered.

"Why is the county lord still holding Danzhu's hand? I heard that the county lord had a nightmare last night, what's going on? ”

"I'm afraid I was scared to see a few royal highnesses shooting arrows yesterday, right?"

"How is that possible? I think it was the queen mother who reprimanded the county lord a few words, and the county lord was sad. ”

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Gu Fanghua, who was sleeping on the bed, had already woken up, listening to the whispers of the palace maids, and did not dare to move at all.

It seems that there was also this scene in her memory, when she was thirteen years old, she wanted to go out of the palace with Yan Shaoxun to play by the Wei River. But my grandmother didn't agree, so I messed around, and then after being reprimanded by my grandmother, I deliberately took out the danzhu and purple plum in the middle of the night, and blew it into a cold wind by the window.

Could it be that she did not die, but was born again?

Is it because she hasn't had time to drink Meng Po soup yet, so God will let her do it again with her memory, make up for her mistakes and regrets, and give her a chance to change?