Wanxiang stretched out her hand and took out the white piece in the chess basket, and just about to fall on the chessboard, she heard Xiao Huaijin say: "There is no regret about the fall, and you are not allowed to cheat." ”

The white child is still firmly placed on the chessboard.

Xiao Huaiyue was in power, the people of Anlan in the world were happy, and the county was stable.

Far away in Hengliang Rongchuan, I finally have the meaning of returning to the imperial city.

Being able to return to the imperial city, Xiao Jingyu didn't know how happy she was, so she wrote a letter early and sent someone to send it to Wanxiang.

Jing Jue said that when they were settled in the imperial city, she and Rongchuan would go to Beixun first and bring their daughter to the mountains together. We'll be reunited. ”

"Hmm." Xiao Huaijin nodded and smiled: "It's better to take it early." Children are all one day at a time, I don't know if they will speak now, if I call Liyunqi 'Daddy' first, I really have a hard time. ”

"What are you anxious about? Zuo is only a year old. Thinking that she can live the life of ordinary people, I feel at ease. In this life, you must be a good and virtuous woman. ”

"It's best to be a woman like Wan'er."

"The prince is smiling more and more."

"Yes, now I feel the magnanimity of heaven and earth. The heart is much more open. Looking at this game of chess again, I don't care a little more. ”

Xiao Huaijin followed the trend of the sunspot in his hand, and Wanxiang pulled his sleeve and took away the poisonous dagger on the side.

The scabbard hit the ground first, touching an unknown mechanism, and a lock behind the scabbard popped open, and several small reddish-brown pills fell out of it.

When Xiao Huaijin saw it, he hurriedly said to Wanxiang: "I'll come." ”

Then he got up and picked up the pills on the ground, smelled a strange fragrance, and asked like the fragrance of herbs and flowers. So I couldn't help but ask, "What is this?" ”

Wanxiang glanced at it and replied, "Long affection." ”

"What is a long-term affection?"

"Blindly lead to long-term affection. Daddy taught me the first prescription, and the rest was nothing, just a little more powder made of Changqing grass, which tasted a little peculiar, and my mother's fat powder also contained it.

Ingestion of this medicine will cause a person to fall asleep and eventually die in a coma. There is no cure. I prepared it when the prince went to southern Xinjiang, and hid it in the scabbard. ”

"What are you doing with this?"

Wanxiang took a deep breath and tilted her head to look at Xiao Huaijin: "If the prince can't come back, I will blindly follow the prince with love." ”

Blindly attracting long-term affection, Xiao Huaijin heard this sentence in his heart, and silently left a grain in his hand to hide in his sleeve. Buckle the scabbard and set it aside.

Wanxiang threw down the chess piece and picked up the dagger: "I'm a little tired." ”

"I'll help you to rest."

Wanxiang nodded, and after a few steps of walking, a cool breeze penetrated into her nose and caused her to cough a few times, and finally knelt on the ground and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the incense burner.

Seeing Wanxiang holding on to the curtain with one hand and refusing to let go, Xiao Huaijin didn't know what to do. Seeing that Wanxiang was red, she breathed a few sighs of relief, and then waved her hand at Xiao Huaijin: "It's okay...... Anyway. ”

"Hmm." Xiao Huaijin hugged the incense: "It's okay, the days are meritorious, my brother and Rongchuan are looking for medical advice, and they will always think of a way." ”

Wanxiang smiled and nodded, and tiredly rested her chin on Xiao Huaijin's broad shoulder: "Well, it will be fine." ”

She couldn't stand the pain anymore, she was tired, and she didn't have the strength anymore.

She whispered to Xiao Huaijin: "This life is enough. ”

Hearing the slight voice in his ear, Xiao Huaijin also reddened: "What nonsense?" ”

"Lord Wang, do you say that people have an afterlife?"

"I don't know, there should be."

"I'll have to ask him when Rongchuan comes." Wanxiang hugged Xiao Huaijin tightly: "Did you ask Rongchuan to give us eight characters?" ”

"How do you know?"

She closed her eyes and chuckled: "I'm so smart, how could I not know?" I just don't know what's going on. ”

Xiao Huaijin suddenly thought of what Rong Chuan said in the Lion Tower, 'auspicious and fierce'. After thinking for a while, he replied: "The hexagram calculated by the diviner is never accurate, but it is just a deception." ”

"If there really is an afterlife...... The prince has to keep me in his heart. I like the fragrance of pears, I like red clothes, and my favorite is Xiao Huaijin. You know. ”

"I know, I keep it all in my heart. Never forget. When I see you again, I will recognize you at a glance. ”

"yes, okay." Wanxiang breathed a sigh of relief gently: "Lord Wang...... I'm tired and don't want to move anymore, I want to sleep in your arms for a while. ”

"Yes, depending on you. It's all up to you......"

The man in his arms leaned peacefully on him, and there was no movement. She had gone to the dream, and this dream was a dream of the heavens.

"Juan'er?"

“……”

It's rare to find a drop of men's tears, and it's the one that drops on the placket of the incense. Xiao Huaijin picked up the person and walked towards the bed, but a few steps away, Xiao Huaijin seemed to have walked for more than ten years.

He put the increasingly sleepy person on the bed, took off the pair of cloud brocade shoes and put them neatly beside the bed, and wiped the blood from her mouth with a wet sweat towel.

Brushing aside the hair beside Wanxiang's face, he turned around and poured himself a cup of tea, threw the reddish-brown pill inside, watched it open little by little, and raised his hand to drink it all.

The girl who had just been picked up from the pile of corpses still wanted to look at herself timidly, for more than ten years, he had supported her to live until now, why didn't he have the desire to live because of her?

The bright smiling face is like a mandala born in a mountain stream.

He asked, "Is it cold?" ”

She replied, "Cold." ”

Xiao Huaijin put down his shoes, lay down beside Wanxiang and turned sideways to see her peaceful sleeping appearance, his Wan'er would never be cold again.

"Juan'er, see you in the next life."

……

The bells of Haihui Temple in the imperial city rang out, and the sister-in-law in the back mountain carefully swept the dead leaves on the steps, and just swept away a gust of wind blowing through the dead branches, as if deliberately joking, and scraped off a large piece.

The sister-in-law, who was holding a broom and wearing plain clothes, was not in a hurry at all, and carefully swept step by step.

Listen to the bells, and have few desires.

The Fengjiang River is constantly flowing, like an imperial city surging again.

The sister-in-law looked up at the sky, and she still remembered her common name 'Qiu Di'.

When someone carried the incense out of Beixun and was killed on the battlefield by Liang Cuo, she made up her mind to always accompany the ancient Buddha of the green light.

In this life, she finally has a trace of sustenance.

"Autumn Ogi."

The sister-in-law smiled and shook her head, how could anyone call this name? Does it sound so familiar?

I must have heard it wrong, and the person behind me was still saying, "It's me." ”

The sister-in-law looked back and looked closely, it was the black-clothed young man in the Pingnan Palace.

"General?"

The young man's face is no longer delicate, and the beard on his chin shows the vicissitudes of life, but the corners of his black clothes are still fluttering.

"You're still alive?"

Liang Cuo smiled at her: "You are still here, how dare I die?" The host just said that your six roots are not pure, and it is not suitable for you to stay here anymore. ”

She seemed to laugh and cry, after so many years, she finally dared to rush forward to hug Liang Cuo, the joy of losing and regaining and the longing for the east courtyard of the palace in the past brought out a lot of reluctance and sadness in Qiu Di's heart.

In Liang Cuo's arms, he cried fiercely.

……

Five years later, Rongchuan is no longer the boy who loves the landscape.

After his family moved back to the imperial city, his mind was more focused on his children.

He led a little girl up to Hawksbill Peak.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes look exactly the same as Juanxiang, and she must be a symbol of beauty. But a serious attitude is very similar to Xiao Huaijin.

Rong Chuan sprinkled three bowls of wine in front of the grave, and facing the ashes left over from the burned paper money, he took the girl in his hand: "Changning, do you recognize the words on the stone tablet?" ”

"Pingnan...... King. ”

"Well, do you know who King Pingnan is?"

The girl looked up at Rong Chuan in confusion: "Changning doesn't know or understand." ”

"Oh? What does Changning not know? ”

"My father brought me to worship every year, but Changning didn't know who was worshipping."

Rong Chuan looked at the person who didn't wait to see him and sighed lightly: "This is your sixth uncle and sixth aunt." ”

"Is that what my mother used to say?"

"Hmm."

"Then why didn't my father bring my eldest sister with me, and only Changning alone?"

If this ghost asked smartly, Rong Chuan almost couldn't answer. He thought for a while in his heart before answering: "Because the sixth uncle and aunt like Changning the most, every time they give their dreams to their father, they say that they want to see how tall Changning has grown." ”

"Oh?"

"Changning's knife was also left to Changning by the sixth aunt."

"Is it that very beautiful knife that is exactly the same as that of my brother?"

"Hmm." Rong Chuan thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "I heard that Changning will carry the 'phoenix'?" ”

"Yes, I complained about my brother's teaching."

"Then recite it to the sixth uncle and aunt?"

The little girl nodded, and cupped in a milky voice and extremely seriously:

"The phoenix returns to its hometown and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix. When there is nothing to do, he is now ascending to the hall. There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin duck, the beard and the cheeks soar together.

The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine. Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle of the night. The wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about the remaining sorrow. ”