(1) Miss, it is Si'er's lifelong honor to be able to serve you, and it is also the blessing that Si'er cultivated in her previous life, Si'er really wants to be by your side all the time, and she will never be separated from you: Shang Zhaoyi was helped into the carriage by Si'er, sat down, she dragged her chin and looked at her carriage, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes, she lowered her head and muttered to herself: "Finally, is it that even the carriage is not given to the concubine on such an occasion?" Her voice was not as gentle as water before, but still had a hint of coldness.

Shang Zhaoyi slowly closed her eyes, and scenes about her mother appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a winter three years ago, when Shang Zhaoyi was still a lawless girl, she remembered that in the winter of that year, the snow was particularly heavy, she came back from the temple fair, and took the hot osmanthus cake to her mother, she carefully covered it along the way, for fear that the osmanthus cake would be cold.

However, the moment she entered the door, she received the bad news that her mother was dying, and she ran to the house in a hurry, looking at her mother who was lying on the bed and smiling at her, she somehow her heart trembled.

"Zhaoyi, are you back? What's in the fair? Did Daddy come with you? The person on the bed was as pale as paper, but her smile was very soft.

"Mother, you don't know, there are a lot of people at the temple fair today! I also bought you your favorite osmanthus cake, which you can see is still hot. Shang Zhaoyi's small hands took out the osmanthus cake from his arms, and his eyes stared at his mother excitedly, with a bright girl's smile on his face.

"Zhaoyi...... Mother hopes that you can live a good life, instead of being like Mother, marrying an unreliable person, and I have never been happy in this life, but, Zhaoyi, you are the daughter of the General's Mansion, you are destined to carry some things, in the final analysis, it is not right for your mother, if you were born in an ordinary family...... How nice it should be. The woman on the bed couldn't help but burst into tears when she looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a simple face.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at his mother's face, pinched the osmanthus cake in his hand, and said in a relaxed and happy tone: "Mother, do you know? Today I saw Nan Nan, she told me that she was going to a far, far away place, she came to say goodbye to me today, and asked me to say hello ......"

The person on the bed looked at Shang Zhaoyi with complicated eyes, her eyes were distressed, she raised a pair of weak hands and stroked Shang Zhaoyi, who was smiling on the side: "Zhaoyi, if you don't want to stay here, then you go to your uncle, your uncle will like you very much......"

Shang Zhaoyi put down the osmanthus cake, her eyes looked at her mother's pale cheeks, just nodded slightly, and did not speak again.

"I know...... My Zhaoyi is a very smart girl...... Mother...... Love you......" After the person on the bed finished speaking, he lost his breath, and Shang Zhaoyi's smile condensed on his face.

"Miss! Miss! We're here. Outside the carriage, Si'er's voice came in, disrupting Shang Zhaoyi's thoughts, her originally cold face, with a decent smile again, she opened the horse curtain, took Si'er's hand, and got out of the carriage.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at the high mountain towering into the clouds, her eyebrows jumped slightly, she looked at Shang Huatong who was standing in front, Shang Huatong's eyes just fell on her, and the two of them smiled at each other tacitly.

"Miss, stay safe." Si'er lowered her head, approached Shang Zhaoyi, and said in a low voice.

"I know." Shang Zhaoyi still looked light, as if nothing had anything to do with her, but a different look appeared in her eyes, it was a faint killing intent, but her eyes did not fall on anyone.

"Si'er, when you get to the top, you listen to my command, don't run around, anyone calls you, you have to give me a resistance, if you can't, don't go up." Shang Zhaoyi suddenly turned his head and looked at Si'er with a serious face.

(2) Miss, no matter when, you have Si'er, Si'er will always belong to Miss alone, there are slaves and maids, Miss, you can rest assured: Shang Zhaoyi didn't speak, just lifted the hem of her skirt by herself, and slowly followed, but when she occasionally glanced at the family in front of her, her heart would throb, and there was nothing else, she slowly raised her hand, touched the position of her heart, and sighed, originally thought that it was no longer painful. But now it still aches and aches.

"Miss, the slave has always been there." Si'er saw Shang Zhaoyi's movements, and said in a cheerful tone, as if she wanted to ease the atmosphere.

Shang Zhaoyi turned her head to look at the smile on Si'er's face, and she also smiled: "Yes, our Si'er is a very cute girl. ”

Si'er looked at Shang Zhaoyi's smile, and suddenly thought of what his wife often said at that time: "Yes, Zhaoyi of our family has always been a very smart girl. Si'er couldn't help but feel sad.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Si'er's dull appearance, she stretched out her slender fingers, gently flicked on Si'er's head, and said with a smile: "What do you think, so distracted, we are almost there." ”

Si'er hurriedly retracted her emotions, looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a smile, and after Si'er and Shang Zhaoyi looked at each other and smiled, they walked towards the top step by step with very decent steps.

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After about three moments, the group finally went up to the top of the mountain.

Shang Zhaoyi looked up at the Chengshan Temple at the top of the mountain, and felt a little stunned, the Chengshan Temple was on the cliff, it could be said that only the road they came up was the only way to pass, and the other sides were steep cliffs.

Chengshan Temple looks like it towers into the sky from below, inexplicably giving people a sense of coercion, but when you get closer, Chengshan Temple gives people a different feeling, its building stakes have been eroded by time, the skin has fallen off, it looks very old, but it does not affect the majesty of this temple at all, as well as a steady stream of incense, Shang Zhaoyi looked at this temple, and smiled faintly.

"General Shang! I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently? Shang Zhaoyi was looking at Chengshan Temple and was distracted, when he heard a gentle voice coming from the side.

Shang Zhaoyi took her eyes off the majestic temple and put it on the person who came, she frowned slightly, she had an impression of this person.

The man who came was the prime minister of the dynasty, and he was the king of difficulty. He is more than Chinese New Year's Eve today, but this man is not as sophisticated as he imagined, and the baptism of the years does not seem to have shed any traces on his face, and he stands in front of the temple wearing an official hat, showing his aristocratic temperament.

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