Early the next morning, Ximen Wuya dressed up for Dongfang Luoyu and asked, "Your Majesty, the concubine has already ordered breakfast, can you use some?" ”

"No need, there is something in the court today, and the widow must deal with it as soon as possible."

On the main hall, Dongfang Luoyu said to the Manchu Dynasty civil and military: "The battle in Nangong has been decided, and it's time to deal with the war in the Northern Underworld." Right General, you will lead an army of 300,000 to support today, regain the land in the east, and capture more cities! ”

"Yes! Commandment! General Right stepped forward and took the order.

There are two ministers on the left and right in the Eastern Dynasty, one is Ouyang Yi, the prime minister of the left, and the other is Lu Shen, the general of the right. One left and one right, one article and one martial arts, assisting Dongfang Luoyu so far.

After the court meeting, Dongfang Luoyu changed into his regular clothes and set off for Dongfang Luoqi's palace.

Dongfang Luoqi did not return overnight.

At this time, Lan Zijin had just finished breakfast and stood in the courtyard, his eyes closed and his hands pinched, repeating the incantation in his mouth.

She couldn't hear the sound of falling flowers, and she couldn't sense the creatures around her. But she could hear the frequency of her heartbeat, sometimes it was urgent, sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was strong and sometimes it was weak, and she could feel the blood flowing in her heart, which was bright red and hot.

She kept asking herself, what kind of person am I.

She wanted to go back to Taisheng Mountain and ask her master and brother who she was now. Pray that they will give them an answer.

"Zijin." Dongfang Luoyu came to her side at some point.

Lan Zijin opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Dongfang Luoyu, and said, "Luoyu, you're here." ”

Dongfang Luoyu stepped forward and took her in his arms, only to hear Lan Zijin ask softly, "Is she beautiful?" ”

Dongfang Luo Yu was silent, he knew that what she asked was Ximen Wuya.

Simon Uya is undoubtedly beautiful.

Lan Zijin smiled and said, "Luo Yu, autumn is coming." ”

"I know. I'll take you to see the fallen leaves that cover the mountains. ”

"When?"

"Now."

The two rode in a carriage to the barren mountain on the outskirts of Wangcheng. The mountains are uninhabited and uncultivated.

The dead leaves on the ground were occasionally swept up by the breeze and swirled.

Everywhere there was silence, like death.

If it was Lan Zijin in the past, although the saint was only in the early stages, she was able to bring these deciduous trees back to spring.

But at this time, she had no idea what she was.

She could feel that all around the barren mountain was resentment. The resentment kept coming at her, as if she could give them strength.

"What is this place?" Lan Zijin asked Dongfang Luoyu beside him.

"This is the East Barren Mountain, where many mountain people used to live, but then everyone moved away."

"Everyone, why did you move out?"

"It is said that many years ago this place was reduced to a battlefield, and thousands of people died, and at night people would hear the crying in the mountains, and everyone would be terrified, so they moved down the mountain."

Lan Zijin meditated on the spot and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the cry came from the mountains. In her mind, there were still the sound of war drums, artillery fire, fighting, and horses' hooves.

"Zijin, what's wrong?" Dongfang Luoyu saw Lan Zijin sitting down, so he kept his eyes closed and frowned, looking a little flustered, so he asked.

Lan Zijin opened his eyes, slowly spoke, and said, "Luo Yu, someone is crying." ”

"Where?"

"Deep in the mountains."

The resentment around them was getting closer and closer, moving faster and faster, and when they reached the side of the two, they turned to flee in a hurry.

Lan Zijin was a little puzzled and a little scared, so he stood up and pulled Dongfang Luoyu down the mountain.

"Zijin, what's wrong?"

"There is too much resentment in the mountains, let's leave as soon as possible."

Dongfang Luoyu believed what he said, but he was not afraid, looking at Lan Zijin's panicked expression, he comforted: "It's okay, let's walk slowly, the mountain road is rugged, be careful." ”

"Luo Yu, let's go find that village, haven't all the previous mountain people moved down?"

"yes, okay."

After descending the mountain and walking along the foot of the mountain for a short time, I found the village.

There are not many residents in the village, about 20 households.

When the two entered the village, a child who was playing cried when he saw Lan Zijin, and the villagers avoided when they saw it, and an old woman hurriedly took the crying child away.

In a few moments all the people of the village entered the house.

At this time, a middle-aged man carrying firewood passed by, and Lan Zijin hurriedly stopped him and said, "May I ask, what's wrong with this village, are everyone so afraid of outsiders?" ”

The middle-aged man raised his head and saw that his eyes were bright, and although he was dressed in rags, his temperament was different from ordinary people. He looked at Lan Zijin and said, "It's not what's wrong with the village, it's what's wrong with you." Everyone is not afraid of outsiders, but you are only afraid. ”

After that, the middle-aged man continued to walk forward with firewood on his back, Dongfang Luoyu stepped forward and asked, "This gentleman, dare to ask, why are you afraid of her?" ”

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, looked at Dongfang Luoyu, and said, "The spirit of the king is good." ”

Dongfang Luoyu listened to this, and was in awe of this woodcutter, and arched his hand and said: "It is the monarch of Dongfang Country below, Dongfang Luoyu." Please answer any questions you may have. ”

The middle-aged man turned to leave, and said in a loud voice as he walked forward: "Emperor's Tomb, children's love."

The saints have become demons,

The world is troubled by generals.

When will the hegemony of the male plan be completed,

Fallen leaves return to the dust to nurture benefactors.

This will not last long,

It is destined to be a departure. ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man was walking away with firewood on his back, the two were stunned. Quietly pondering this passage.

Dongfang Luoyu came back to his senses, took Lan Zijin's hand, and walked towards the entrance of the village.

The wind was blowing gently, and Dongfang Luoyu took the lead in speaking: "Let's go to the mountain pass when we came." The groom was still there waiting for us. ”

Lan Zijin stopped and looked up at the barren mountain, which was covered with fallen leaves, and the whole mountain was covered with a withered yellow, and there was not even a trace of cyan in sight.

Dongfang Luoyu looked along her gaze and said, "Autumn view of the fallen leaves covering the mountains, it must be such a scene." ”

"That's right, that's the view."

Dongfang Luoyu noticed that she was in a depressed mood, her eyes were melancholy, she took her into her arms, and said softly: "Zijin, don't pay too much attention to what the gentleman said just now, we will definitely be together all the time." ”

"This love can't last long, and it's destined to leave."

"No, trust me."

After hearing this, Lan Zijin smiled. She once compared Dongfang Luoyu's eight characters to herself, and it was not much different from what the woodcutter said just now, but she didn't believe in fate, about this relationship, she had already secretly made up her mind that she must stick to it.

The two returned to the carriage, Dongfang Luoyu was in a complicated mood, the poem chanted by the woodcutter was easy to understand, but he didn't know the sentence: When will the male plan hegemony be completed, and the fallen leaves will return to the dust to educate the benefactor. What does that mean, exactly.

"Luo Yu, have you been busy with government affairs lately?"

"Fortunately, it's mainly the war in the North Underworld."

Beiming, the mother country of Lan Zijin.

To the north of the North Underworld is the Taisheng Mountain.

Lan Zijin leaned on her arms and said, "Actually, you don't have to rush to see me, after all, you just got married yesterday." ”

"It's okay."

Lan Zijin raised his head, looked at him, and said seriously: "The Emperor's Tomb, the love of children." Have you forgotten your ideals? Don't worry about me, I won't be sad. You are the king of the Eastern Kingdom, and you still have to focus on government affairs. ”

Dongfang Luoyu smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "I see." ”

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"Promise me, you must not let the love of children become your imperial tomb."

"I promise you."

Lan Zijin sat up, looked at Dongfang Luoyu with a serious expression, and said, "You swear." ”

"I swear that I will never let the love of children become my emperor's tomb."