"It's been more than half a month, why haven't you woken up yet?" Ruofei squatted on the edge of the bed and wiped a handful of tears.

The person in the bed slept peacefully, as if in a long, sweet dream.

"It's because she doesn't want to wake up." Xia Xiying sighed and held the hand of the sleeping Su Jin, her hand was still tightly holding the silver bell locket left by Beiyu Jinchen, and she never let go.

For a long time, there was no movement in the Nanyi Hall except for the sound of breathing between each other.

Xia Xiying squatted beside Ruofei dejectedly, she stared out the window blankly, not noticing the slight movement of the fingers of the person on the bed.

Maybe she shouldn't help Beiyu Jinchen get closer to Sujin again, the first encounter on the Nanjing court road, or the deliberate loss of the Lantern Festival, she deliberately arranged it, she thought that as long as the people in love were together, it would be sweet to go through many tribulations.

But now she doesn't think so, if they don't know each other anymore, they should all be fine, at least better than now.

Xia Xiying stood up and pulled Ruofei, who was already crying and swollen eyes, to the outside of the room.

The long, bitter scent of wormwood lingered all around, and the aroma became more pronounced when the door was gently closed.

Night falls, and the waning moon is like a hook.

A hazy light pierced through the veil and fell lightly on her face.

Slowly opening his eyes, it is the familiar furnishings of the Nanyi Temple.

At the head of the bed there is also a red silk bag, which is full of acacia beans.

This was sewn by herself before she went to Hefeng and left the Nanyi Palace.

His eyes fell on his wrist, and he said that there is a legend in Liangxi that if the person who loves each other has exactly the same traces on his body, he will be able to recognize each other in the next life.

The silver bell locket in his palm was still a little hot, I don't know if he left it, or because she held it too tightly.

Slowly got up, like a puppet without a soul. Sitting in front of the dresser, through the moonlight, I can see the emaciated and pale face in the bronze mirror.

pulled up his long hair and changed into the most ordinary palace clothes, covering his face with white gauze, and inserting a mahogany hairpin into his hair.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her eyes, and waited silently, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment as the first rays of light pierced through the thin clouds of the early morning.

Reach out and untie the bag, and pour all the acacia beans into the palm of your hand.

When I studied medical science in the Dark Night Pavilion, I learned that the original acacia beans contained highly toxic, diarrhea and colic in the light, and death in the heavy. She remembered it all along.

Stepping on the palace road, every place is extremely familiar.

The tea leaves on the serving plate melted some of the early morning mist, which was exceptionally fragrant, just like Jinchen returning from the fog.

Walking to the octagonal pavilion, she stopped.

Today's sky is as clear as that day.

The lips under the veil finally outlined a sweet arc, and through the white mist, she seemed to see the tall figure of the light blue brocade robe, leisurely sipping the fragrance of tea.

She walked over and arranged the tea cups neatly one by one, and the young leaves floated and fell, and finally were suppressed by a handful of acacia beans.

Red and green are intertwined, and the tea is overflowing.

She sat where he had sat and untied the veil.

There was no one in front of her, but she still smiled.

"Do you know what kind of tea this is?" Learn his tone, a little tentative, a little banter.

Picking up the teacup and taking a deep breath, she asked herself again: "It's the immortal residence green, son, is what the slave said right?" ”

Take a sip, and the astringency of the tea spreads between your lips and teeth with the special aroma of acacia beans.

She smiled even brighter, "A respectful Langjun Chitose." ”

After taking another sip, he said lightly: "The second concubine is always healthy." ”

"Three Wishes ......"

"The three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, and they often see each other every year." A deep, familiar voice picked up her third sentence.

She was stunned, the fog dissipated, and the person in front of her was the same as when she first met.

The tea cup fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of cracking became the clearest sound in the palace, and the acacia beans sticking to the tea rolled to the ground.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Jin'er ......"

By the time he said those two words, her eyes had tears in her eyes, but there was still a smile on her lips.

Even if it's a dream, it's willing to sink.

After all, it was granted.