Unconsciously, a few months passed, and it was the autumn season in a flash. The autumn wind is curling, the trees are in autumn, the grass and trees are shaken down, and the mountains are cold. The flowers and trees in the palace are covered with a layer of depressed autumn colors, and the dead branches and leaves are like withered and gray hearts.

The west wind suddenly rose, and the green lotus in Taiye Lake was cut by the autumn frost overnight, and the residual leaves leaned on each other, and hatred was full of hatred.

Climb the pavilion and look at each other from afar, Zhongshan is bleak, the frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, the remnant sun is like blood, the cold and indifferent are born, occasionally there are geese flying by, the sound of chirping is sad and long, and the sentences are crying and breaking people's hearts.

The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows.

Jian Huaizhen's eyebrows became more and more frowning like the last quarter moon hanging coldly on a silver hook in the plain night sky. Because of the lingering body bones, more and more weak, often pale and haggard, panting without a few words, sweating after walking a few steps. The imperial grandson only thought that she was weak and deficient, so he ordered the imperial doctor to prepare various medicines for her. Only Jian Huaizhen knew in her heart that the reason why Yingying had such symptoms was because she was scorching.

Since he was a baby, he was soaked in the poisonous water made of 21 strange poisons such as the Tianshan poisonous spider as a medicine guide, and the blood mandala, infant spring, and crane top red, which became a scorching person. It has been nearly 20 years now, and Hinging has become dependent on poisonous water. If she can't be treated in time, she can only watch her rot and die when she is poisoned. These things are haunting me, and I don't know.

After thinking about it several times, Jian Huaizhen decided to take Yingying out of the palace and return to the house to think about it in the long run. She originally wanted to take Yingying to Fengping Ju in West Lake to ask Long Yuping to save people, but she was helpless and her health was getting worse, and she was afraid that she could no longer bear the pain of bumps. For today's plan, I can only fly pigeons to pass the book, and ask Long Yuping to come out of the mountain and come to the capital to save people.

So, Jian Huaizhen resigned to Wang Guifei again.

Wang Guifei has recently felt lonely and frustrated about Concubine Ru's new canonization of Concubine De, Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but worry about her, and only said that she had been away from home for a long time and missed her relatives at home very much, so she asked to resign and go home. Wang Guifei pondered again and again, and then agreed to her request.

Jian Shangshu and his wife had not seen their daughter for some days, and they were overjoyed to see her return to the mansion at first glance. Mrs. Jane held her hands and asked for warmth, lest she suffer the slightest grievance. Yingying stood aside, her eyes widened, and when she saw the deep love between their mother and daughter, she was envious and teary-eyed for a while.

Mrs. Jian casually turned her face away, and happened to see Ying Yingying standing up, and said in a daze: "Zhen'er, is this girl the maid of Concubine Wang?" It looks good, as if I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it when I think about it. ”

Jian Huaizhen endured the sadness in her heart, and ordered Xin'er to clean up a large room next to her parents' bedroom. Xin'er took the order and led Yingying to choose a room.

Jian Huaizhen took Mrs. Jane's hand, sat on the chair opposite Huanghuali Rosewood, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mother, do you remember the pity girl in the past?" ”

When Mrs. Jian heard this, she was a little depressed for a while, and a few light white hairs on her head trembled slightly, and she said sadly: "I'm afraid I can't forget it in this life." ”

Jian Huaizhen's shallow eyes were condensed with endless sadness. Those injuries, in the accumulation and precipitation of the past, transformed into large white butterflies, dancing in the quiet room. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she said mournfully: "I suspect that I am a pity girl." The leaf vein-patterned baby play jade pendant she carried with her was very similar to that on her brother's body. On the back of the jade pendant, the word "Jane" is engraved with the seal body. ”

The yellow pear rosewood has the blue sea and the end of the world on the small table with a corset, glowing with cold brilliance. Mrs. Jane lost her mind for a long time before she said slowly: "On the back of the pity, there is a butterfly-shaped birthmark. ”

Jian Huaizhen's elegant and exquisite face was both happy and sad, she pursed her lips and said, "Hmm", "Exactly." The same is true of haunting. ”

Madame Jane was like a wind demon, her eyes were straight, and she was speechless for a long time. Jian Shangshu was shocked when he saw this, stepped forward and patted her shoulder gently, and called "Madam" repeatedly. After more than a dozen calls, Mrs. Jane seemed to wake up from a big dream and cried: "My hard-working daughter." Tears rolled down like dewdrops, and I couldn't speak in grief.

Jian Shangshu slowly persuaded: "Madam, I know that over the years, you have been depressed about your daughter. But now that the heavens have mercy, you should rejoice. ”

Jian Huaizhen handed a piece of Supa to Mrs. Jane. Mrs. Jane took it and wiped away her tears, sobbing and said, "What the master said is very true, we should rejoice that our daughter has gained and lost." In the past, in order to save Zhen'er, Li'er almost died in Huangquan. Now Zhen'er has found mercy for us, and it is really a certain number in the dark. Zhen'er, thank you for teaching me to have two daughters. ”

Jian Huaizhen's teeth were like jade, and he bit his lower lip heavily, and his lips were as red as blood for a while. She stared at Mrs. Jane, full of unconcealable sadness in her pity, and said with the pain of heartbreak: "The pity girl is highly poisonous, if it is not good to be treated, I am afraid that her life will not be long." ”

Jian Shangshu and his wife were shocked, got up and asked in a panic, "What kind of poison?" Is there a cure? ”

Jian Huaizhen helped his parents to sit down, and recounted the beginning and end of the encounter in the palace and the experience of the lingering in the past 20 years.

At the end, she pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "My master Long Yuping is known as a generation of medical immortals by the world, and she may have a way to save her sister." If the master can't, I will go to Haozhou Zhongli to ask my ancestor Chu to come out of the mountain. Rest assured, my daughter is fighting for her life, and she will protect her sister. ”

Jian Shangshu let out a long sigh, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he stroked his beard and said, "Zhen'er's intentions, my wife and I naturally understand. It's just that when the king of Zhongshan Tiande Gong (Xu Da) died in the past, the prince of Chu was heartbroken. She made a heavy oath in front of the world, and since then she has broken off with the Ming Dynasty and has nothing to do with the death of the Zhu family. You are her beloved apprentice, and she is still helpless to your grievances, let alone a pity who has no relatives and no reason with her? ”

Jian Huaizhen lowered his head and comforted his parents: "Yingying is not a royal person, and the patriarch's mother-in-law should not see death without help." I have already passed the book on the pigeon, please come to Master. Mom and Dad don't have to worry about it. ”

Jian Shangshu and his wife glanced at each other, already understanding each other's intentions. Jian Shangshu's eyes were full of love, and he said slowly: "Zhen'er, don't be tired, you are." Now that the lost pearl has been restored, the sky has treated me and your mother very closely. ”

Jian Huaizhen saw his father and mother laughing and laughing, and couldn't help but burst into tears, and his heart was very sad, but he refused to reveal half of it, just picked some ordinary words to comfort the two.

The night was getting deeper, and the cold moonlight leaked through the screen window through the gaps in the flowers and trees, like tears like frost cut little by little.

Jian Huaizhen stepped on the moonlight and returned to the bedroom. Although she has been in the palace for some days, the room is still neat and clean, and it is spotless. The window was open, and a cold wind came in, and it was slightly cool.

She sat on the couch, her eyebrows lowered in contemplation. But I always feel depressed in my heart, as if there are thousands of sorrows coming, overwhelming, and there is no solution. Just when I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of the Yaoqin that had not been touched for a long time on the incense table of the five-legged pedestal of Huanghuali in the corner.

On a whim, she carried Yaoqin to the courtyard where the moon was like water, and walked to the Songfeng Pavilion and sat down.

The autumn chrysanthemum next to the Songfeng Pavilion blooms just right, the branches are entangled, the leaves and leaves intersect, and the young stamens of the concubine color reflect the octagonal glazed lantern, like the heart infected by the frost. Jian Huaizhen adjusted the strings, lowered his eyebrows and continued to play, but before the tune was completed, there was already a lingering sentiment like a butterfly dancing in the sky.

In the courtyard of the pavilion, from time to time, pine flowers are blown off, and they fall to the ground, and they are spread all over the ground like fog and smoke. The west wind enters the first string, and there is a little more gloom in the jade sound song for no reason, just like the mountains and mountains, and the color paper ruler is difficult to deliver; It is like a phoenix perched on a sycamore, and the blue sky is scattered and lovesick without evidence.

Jian Huaizhen remembered the long-term hatred of his life experience, and did not resolve his grievances, but he felt that the long road was boundless, and he had nothing to rely on; Thinking of the lingering serious illness again, my parents were worried, and I felt that my heart was depressed and ethereal. During her contemplation, all her ambiguous thoughts turned into the sound of the piano, slowly flowing out of her fingertips.

Her heart was completely immersed in the sparse sounds. And behind a plane tree in front of the Songfeng Pavilion, there are people who are more confused than her.

That person turned out to be Fang Xiao!

He was dressed in a long ink and blue robe, holding a long sword in his hand, standing behind a tree, listening to the faint sound of Jian Huaizhen's qin. At this time, it was the autumn season, occasionally the withered yellow paulownia leaves were blown down by the wind, and fell on his shoulders leisurely.

This is not the style of others. He is hostile to everyone in the world, and he is always very vigilant, even in his sleep, he does not dare to relax his vigilance at all. But at this moment, he was completely overwhelmed by Jian Huaizhen's quiet piano sound, immersed in it as if he could no longer extricate himself.