Shangsheng. Gather the hall.

Tang Yingshu looked at the stunning woman in front of her weakly, and her voice was a little desolate and heavy: "Have you ever loved me?" ”

He no longer calls himself me.

She was dressed in white clothes, with no fat powder, and two white pearls the size of rice grains on her earlobes, which were exceptionally pure. Her countenance was extremely beautiful, with lake-like eyes, and a thin layer of sorrow.

In an instant, she laughed again, and the wind chimes in the hall jingled, like the laughter of her old soul.

It's finally the old days.

She said, "You're going to die." ”

"Remember the first time we met?" Tang Yingzhuo's voice was extremely soft.

Taijie was silent.

"At that time, you went to Shangsheng to play, wearing men's clothes, sitting on a small boat, at that time, the son of Zhu Tingjin, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was a good man, and openly teased you, after I drove him away, you invited me to join the boat together, you stared at me for a long time, and the first thing you said was, the lotus here is very beautiful."

A tear stain crossed Taijie's face.

At that time, it was the age when love first opened, and when she first entered a different place, she was still a handsome son, and Nayang Minfeng was much more open than Shangsheng, she stared at him without scruples, looked at his eyebrows, looked at his jaw, and looked at the breeze at the corners of his mouth when he laughed.

She actually wanted to say, you are very beautiful, the girl's mind is going around and around, and it has become a subtle and gentle sentence, the lotus here is very beautiful.

He thought she had forgotten everything, but in fact she remembered it better than anyone else.

"Actually, I can see that you are a woman, I didn't debunk it, I don't want you to be cramped, I wanted to look for you the next day, but when I arrived, you left."

Taijie still didn't speak.

Life is in the past, and some misses are a lifetime.

He sighed very calmly: "I thought that even if you didn't love me, you wouldn't want me to die, I thought that I would spend the rest of my life being good enough for you to make up for what I had done before, and I thought that you would be willing to look back at me." But it turned out that it was all an illusion. ”

Knowing the answer, he still stubbornly asked, "Have you ever loved me?" ”

She didn't answer whether she loved or not, she just looked at him: "Ah Zheng, will always be my destination." ”

In a word, infinite meaning.

Maybe it's not that I haven't been tempted at all, in the days when my ears and temples are grinding, in the days when he whispered and cared for him in every way, or in the lotus bushes earlier, my heart had bloomed so fiercely.

However, a momentary heartbeat can't match the many years of getting along with Song Zheng, and the inseparable wish he made with her on the wedding night.

Even if she feels smoothed out by time, even if Song Zheng's eyebrows and eyes are blurred in her mind, she is still his wife.

I vaguely felt that she seemed to be in the General's Mansion, he was out on the expedition, she guarded their children, and at dusk, leaning against the door, hoping for his return.

Yu Taijie wept calmly.

"I have poisoned myself, and if you rejoice with me, you will become weak little by little, until you die. Your limit is imminent, and I can't live it. ”

She muttered under her breath.

Will she, the demon woman who poisoned the emperor, be divided by the five horses?

Tang Yingshu looked at her: "I'm dead, will you forgive me?" ”

Yutaijie's tears suddenly burst the embankment. She covered her mouth with her hands and wept uncontrollably.

Tang Yingshu was tired and couldn't stretch out his hand.

He laughed: "Don't cry, like a cat." ”

If only she had cried earlier, then he could have reached out and taken her into his arms, rubbing her hair dotingly, and coaxing her with a gentle voice.

It's just that now, let alone stretching out my hand, I don't even have the strength to speak.

He looked at her and just smiled.

It seems that the appearance of every supporting role is to set off the love between those two people who are stronger than Jin.

He was defeated.

Going deep into the emotional barrier, I don't know if I lose is my heart, and I still have my life.

Every time he was tender and sweet, he smiled and laughed, but it turned out to be a trap that led him into the abyss.

There is no greater mourning than death. He looked at her and smiled like a child.

The hand finally hung down weakly.

Suddenly, she stopped crying.

In this life, she has never been able to bear the emperor's love.

Killed all her pillars strongly, so that she could only cling to him, pampered and imprisoned in every way.

She stood up in a daze, tears blurring her vision. She is actually a very ordinary woman, even though Tang Yingshu is cruel, she has never treated her lightly.

Did she really not love him?

Time suddenly rewinds to a long time ago, when she was just pregnant with a child, in the middle of the night Song Zheng asked the name of the child, she thought about it, and said: "If it is a daughter, it will be named Lianzhou, okay?" ”

Song Zheng looked at her with interest: "Is there any special meaning?" ”

She couldn't answer.

Song Zheng smiled: "I think it's good to be Song Jing." ”

Jing, the meaning of a talented woman. He probably thought that his daughter could be as talented as her friend Sikong Shu, and the mountains and rivers were lofty.

Tan Taijie couldn't say why: "I just think it sounds good." ”

"It's better to get my daughter's name with some connotation."

"Ah, Ah Zheng." Yutaijie suddenly got into Song Zheng's arms, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said coquettishly: "It's called Lotus Boat, it's called Lotus Boat." ”

Song Zheng pursed his lips and smiled: "People who are about to have children, why are they still as indecent as a child." ”

She smiled and pecked Song Zheng on the mouth: "Ah Zheng is the best." ”

Where's the good? Did he say yes? Song Zheng smiled at her: "Fool the ball." ”

Yes, he gave her a nickname and called her Dandan. It's just that when she wanted to see her for the first time, she raised her eyebrows: "My son's surname is Tangtai, the 'cold waves'." ”

Later, they fell in love and got married, and he kept jokingly calling her Dandan. She was unhappy, and snorted a little stinky: "I'm the first beauty in Nayang, why did you give me such a cheesy name." ”

Song Zheng clapped his hands: "You and I are just a martial artist, I don't have much culture, I can't think of any elegant names, Mrs. should forgive me." ”

He's obviously well-read.

The memory was withdrawn, and Tang Taijie looked at Tang Yingzhu, who was lying on the bed cold and motionless, with deep ice floe hidden in her eyes.

The lotus boat, not the lotus moving the fishing boat, it was the day that the sun swam to the sheng, two people, a boat, full of pond lotus.

At first, I met the depths of a hundred flowers.

Since he has married Song Zheng as a wife, he no longer expects other people, but there is inevitably a softness in his heart, for the beginning of his love at that time.

Lianzhou, with her daughter's name, commemorates that beautiful encounter, cherishes it in her heart, and is slowly moved.

Suddenly laughing loudly, she took out a dagger and stabbed it into her heart.

Over the years, it has been Tang Yingchuan who has been protecting her, and when he is gone, she has nothing to rely on. Even if you want to live, you can't go back.

The blood stretched all over the ground, and the fallen to the ground still had a beautiful smile on her face.

Since they are all going to die, why not die after the first encounter? At that time, she must still have not met Song Zheng, and her heart was only open to the noble son who saved her from fire and water. She died with affection and regret for him, and she did not allow the resentment that would be the same in the future.

"Lotus Boat ......"

It was the last murmur she uttered as she sank into the dark abyss.

Lotus Boat ...... I wonder if she will miss her wandering daughter until she dies, or will she never forget the initial touching in the depths of the lotus?