At night, Shen Xiu suddenly had a high fever again, his head was covered with cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, he was restless, and he turned over again.

Gu Nianheng pushed the door at this time, his eyes crossed Shen Xiu, and cast his eyes into the void behind her.

Shen Xiu buried his head in the quilt, listened to his heartbeat, and fought a protracted battle.

Gu Nianheng stood in place, like a Tang monk taking a seat.

Then Shen Xiu counted his heartbeats, and fell into a coma unconsciously.

Some pictures flashed in my mind frame by frame, and in the confusion, it was as if I heard a voice coming from far away.

When Gu Nianheng took Shen Xiu in his arms, Shen Xiu had actually woken up, and she didn't dare to act rashly in his arms.

Gu Nianheng's slightly cool fingertips swept across Shen Xiu's forehead, and her blood-red eyes suddenly opened, her wounds had worsened in the cold winter, and the white bandages were stained with a little blood, seeping open.

She heard the sonorous heartbeat in his chest, closed her eyes slightly, and suddenly tugged at the corner of his coat, wanting to ask where this was.

"At the foot of the mountain." Gu Nianheng looked at what Shen Xiu was trying to express, and replied empathetically.

Shen Xiu was stunned, it turned out that the sound in the dream was the sound of a bell.

I just felt as if I was taking a nap, and time had quietly passed several reincarnations.

Shen Xiu pricked up his ears and listened for a while, it was not a dream, there was a strong bell from the ancient temple on the mountain, which could only be struck by the death of a high monk.

It is said that at that moment, the person closest to death will hear the dreams of the undead.

A very soft, soft sigh came.

The shadows of those dreams howled with the night wind, and the dark clouds poured down.

Shen Xiu lowered his hand and closed his scarlet eyes.

Gu Nianheng trembled and hugged her tighter.

If it weren't for the sound in my ears and the temperature in my arms, it would be like going.

Under the heavy night, on the long bluestone steps, there is a majestic temple.

The nebula is faint, and the moonlight is like water. A vague figure stumbled from the depths of the trail with a lantern.

There was a man in autumn clothes standing in front of the Buddha door and knocking softly on the Buddha door.

The door of the Buddha opened, and a man in autumn clothes stood in front of the door with a calm face, clasped his hands together, chanted in a low voice, and followed the monk into the Buddha gate.

The vague figure behind him stumbled towards the lantern.

No matter how much you chase it, you can't catch up.

The vague figure gradually became clearer and closer.

The wind blew through the pair of tears, the beautiful blue water pupils, blowing down the tears inside, hitting the bluestone street drop by drop, reflected under the red lanterns, as if dyed red with blood, the woman's weak body was shaky, and the lantern painted with the winged bird fell to the ground.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

"Mage, I'm lost, can you take me home?" I don't know how many years have passed, but the linden tree in the corner of the wall has long been higher than the courtyard wall. Wuchenzi still remembers that year

At night, Shen Xiu suddenly had a high fever again, his head was covered with cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, he was restless, and he turned over again.

Gu Nianheng pushed the door at this time, his eyes crossed Shen Xiu, and cast his eyes into the void behind her.

Shen Xiu buried his head in the quilt, listened to his heartbeat, and fought a protracted battle.

Gu Nianheng stood in place, like a Tang monk taking a seat.

Then Shen Xiu counted his heartbeats, and fell into a coma unconsciously.

Some pictures flashed in my mind frame by frame, and in the confusion, it was as if I heard a voice coming from far away.

When Gu Nianheng took Shen Xiu in his arms, Shen Xiu had actually woken up, and she didn't dare to act rashly in his arms.

Gu Nianheng's slightly cool fingertips swept across Shen Xiu's forehead, and her blood-red eyes suddenly opened, her wounds had worsened in the cold winter, and the white bandages were stained with a little blood, seeping open.

She heard the sonorous heartbeat in his chest, closed her eyes slightly, and suddenly tugged at the corner of his coat, wanting to ask where this was.

"At the foot of the mountain." Gu Nianheng looked at what Shen Xiu was trying to express, and replied empathetically.

Shen Xiu was stunned, it turned out that the sound in the dream was the sound of a bell.

I just felt as if I was taking a nap, and time had quietly passed several reincarnations.

Shen Xiu pricked up his ears and listened for a while, it was not a dream, there was a strong bell from the ancient temple on the mountain, which could only be struck by the death of a high monk.

It is said that at that moment, the person closest to death will hear the dreams of the undead.

A very soft, soft sigh came.

The shadows of those dreams howled with the night wind, and the dark clouds poured down.

Shen Xiu lowered his hand and closed his scarlet eyes.

Gu Nianheng trembled and hugged her tighter.

If it weren't for the sound in my ears and the temperature in my arms, it would be like going.

Under the heavy night, on the long bluestone steps, there is a majestic temple.

The nebula is faint, and the moonlight is like water. A vague figure stumbled from the depths of the trail with a lantern.

There was a man in autumn clothes standing in front of the Buddha door and knocking softly on the Buddha door.

The door of the Buddha opened, and a man in autumn clothes stood in front of the door with a calm face, clasped his hands together, chanted in a low voice, and followed the monk into the Buddha gate.

The vague figure behind him stumbled towards the lantern.

No matter how much you chase it, you can't catch up.

The vague figure gradually became clearer and closer.

The wind blew through the pair of tears, the beautiful blue water pupils, blowing down the tears inside, hitting the bluestone street drop by drop, reflected under the red lanterns, as if dyed red with blood, the woman's weak body was shaky, and the lantern painted with the winged bird fell to the ground.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

"Mage, I'm lost, can you take me home?" I don't know how many years have passed, but the linden tree in the corner of the wall has long been higher than the courtyard wall. Wuchenzi still remembers the words of the woman he met on the way back to the mountain late at night that year.

Wuchenzi clasped his hands together and whispered "Amitabha".

The woman looked at the monk, and in the cold eyes that were bumped into by the moonlight, a touch of crimson flashed in her eyes in full swing, and she could hear the monk's voice without sorrow and joy with the spring breeze. "The Buddha said: Love parting, resentment will be. Letting go is also fate. ”

In the dream, there is a beautiful scenery, there is a spring breeze, there are flower shadows, and he has clear eyebrows and eyes.

Su Yan was lying in Fang Zi'an's arms, her brows were furrowed, her cold eyebrows turned around, and suddenly she saw snowflakes drifting in from the window, she turned her face sideways, and she couldn't tell the years and months.

Yunmengze has heavy snow all year round, and there is often a legend that when you go up the mountain in the sun of the moon in the yang year of the world, you will meet the immortals in the sky.

Seeing that Su Yan was distracted, Fang Zi'an couldn't help but put his pale face on the Buddha, and whispered in her ear, "The wind on the top of the mountain, the moon on the sea, the flowers on the moon, the snow in the flowers, the city in the snow, this ...... Is that the scene in your dreams? ”

Su Yan didn't say a word, and when Fang Zi'an lowered his head, he saw that Su Yan had already closed his eyes.

The maid closed the window, and as soon as Fang Zi'an settled Su Yan on the kang, he listened to the guard's important report, he paused, looked back at Su Yan, and did not doubt that he had left.

Listening to the footsteps getting farther away, Su Yan opened her eyes indifferently, and saw the maid looking at her without blinking, breathing nervously. Su Yan said coldly, "I don't have Neidan, this Xuanyu will also be exhausted, tell him that you don't have to think about it." ”

"Why don't you go to your lord and talk to him personally?" The maid was puzzled.

Halfway, Su Yan asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you say?" ”

Lin Xiu has been gone for three hundred years, and in the past three hundred years, the Divine Monarch on Dongting Lake has never heard a word of explanation from her.

"But you will die......" the maid had mercy.

Su Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled. But even if she died, the man's brows would not be furrowed, and she whispered, "You go, follow the snow road, find him, and don't come back." ”

The maid hesitated for a while, and finally left without looking back.

Fang Zi'an is the overlord of Yun Mengze's side, when he conquered the border city of Yun Mengze, Fang Zi'an went deep into the enemy army alone, and was carelessly injured by the enemy for a while, and he was seriously injured and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he saw a snow-white three-tailed fox snuggled next to him, holding a dagger in his hand, but he finally brought the white fox back to Yunmengze.

Since then, Yun Mengze under the leadership of Fang Zi'an has been defeated repeatedly, and later Yun Mengze people are rumoring that the white fox is the source of the disaster, and tens of thousands of people have written to ask for the death of the white fox.

Ten years later, Fang Zi'an met the dying Su Yan at the border of Yunmengze back then.

And the beautiful woman looked up at Zi'an's wavy eyes and tightened her palms, she knew that she would eventually return to Yunmengze like a dream.

A few days later, it was the wedding of the king of Yunmengze. On the day of the wedding, Su Yan was seriously ill.

Fang Zi'an put aside a room of dignitaries and nobles, and came to the bed of the unconscious Su Yan, a warm breath was injected into Su Yande's heart, which relieved her a lot of pain, thin sweat fell from Su Yan's forehead, Fang Zi'an wiped the sweat for her, his fingertips stayed on the side of her face, but he didn't wipe it down, he suddenly put away his palm, turned around and left the small courtyard, without saying a word.

On the day of the wedding, Fang Zi'an stayed in Princess Wan'er's room.

This Princess Wan'er is the daughter of the general who guards Yun Mengze, and she is Fang Zi'an's childhood sweetheart. Yun Mengze's years of wind and rain have been smooth, and the general has made great contributions. Fang Zi'an had a marriage contract with Wan'er earlier, Wan'er waited for him for ten years, and Fang Zi'an had to marry.

Su Yan woke up in the middle of the night, her face pale and looking at the brightly lit exterior in a daze. The grandmother who served Su Yan was very sad, and comforted Su Yan with a smile: "Miss, don't be sad, one day, the king will see your good." ”

If Su Yan hadn't met the Divine Monarch on Dongting Lake back then, Su Yan thought, even if he was forgotten by Fang Zi'an in a small courtyard and lived a life without quarrel with the world, it would not be a good thing.

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After Fang Zi'an brought Su Yan back from Yunmengze's border three months ago, Su Yan had been silently playing the role of an unfavored concubine until one day she met Fang Zi'an in the garden.

Fang Zi'an got up very early, dressed in a strong suit, and his long sword was flying, which was completely different from his usual feminine appearance. The flowers on both sides were shocked by the sword qi and flew all over the sky, and one petal after another fell on his head and shoulders, holding a beauty like a jade sword like a rainbow.

Fang Zi'an's queen held a towel and a scabbard by the side.

The grandmother beside Su Yan encouraged her to go up and say hello, but Su Yan didn't move. In the meager morning light, she squinted her eyes, and suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. It seems that one day a long time ago, this body that does not belong to her has also bumped into such a scene.

Ten years ago, that person should have really liked Fang Zi'an, right?

"Who's there?"

Chu Zhan found me, it was obvious that he knew that it was me, so the sword did not stab at me, but there was a sharp sword qi that split the air and attacked me, I staggered back, one was unstable, and fell to the ground.

"Miss!" Grandma Sun exclaimed.

Chu Zhan glanced at me coldly, without any apology, only took the handkerchief handed over by Princess Wan and carefully wiped the sword body. Mama Sun was trembling with anger.

Princess Wan covered her mouth and chuckled: "It turned out to be Princess Shangguan, I thought it was a villain with ulterior motives!" ”

I got up and saluted without changing my face: "I'm sorry to disturb the prince." ”

After I went back, I fell ill, and the high fever did not go away, and even the Son of Heaven was alarmed, and I sent the most powerful imperial doctor in the palace.

"The princess is frightened." So said the Imperial Doctor.

Xu was condemned by his conscience, and Chu Zhan actually came to visit me for the first time.

When he came, my fever had subsided for the most part, and I was drinking a bowl of millet porridge in my hand.

"How is Concubine Ai's health?" He asked with concern, but there was a blatant smile in his eyes.

I squirted a mouthful of porridge in his face.

He froze, as did the maids and grandmothers who were waiting in the house.

I hurriedly pulled the handkerchief to wipe his face, and said while wiping: "The prince still calls me a dragonfly, the title of concubine is really ...... It's disgusting. ”

His handsome brows trembled uncontrollably.

The maids and grandmothers who had just come back to their senses were stunned again.

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After I recovered from my illness, I went to the palace to thank him, and by the way, I told the Son of Heaven what happened.

"Holy Lord, the King of Freedom may be suspicious."

The Son of Heaven sneered: "What about being suspicious? With his ingenuity, he should have expected that marriage would not be so simple. I just want him to understand that everything for him is in my hands. ”

"Yes, everything in the world

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