86. The past of the smoke willow

The uproar about the selection of talents in the Faculty of Arts has finally come to an end, and her worries have been solved a lot. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I want to go out of the palace for a walk. It's just that Liang Rui wasn't around, and she didn't have fun going out of the palace with others, so she simply didn't bring anyone.

Dressed in brown ordinary clothes, with a blanket coat, he quietly walked out of the palace gate.

In this palace, she really wants to find a place to indulge herself, which is too uncomfortable. It is said that the emperor has fine clothes and fine food, but it is the people of Li who have a twist and turn all day long, or the people of Jiangshan Sheji have to face the group of courtiers who look at her all day, and they are indeed tired and flustered.

Markets throughout Ninh Province are bustling with shops of all kinds and street vendors along the streets. In the past, when Caiyun was in the palace, she would often go out of the palace to bring her all kinds of snacks, but now that Caiyun is not in the palace, few people know her taste.

Now that the Northern Expedition is still being prepared, she is even more preoccupied, and she is not interested in the palace meal at all. The snacks on the street made her linger.

In the past, a must-eat sugar gourd out of the palace. A penny and a flatbread, the beautiful sugar paintings and crispy and delicious halva and so on are all a little bit, and the belly is about to burst and I still can't eat it. She carried the rattan straw frame she bought at the market full of food, a piece of malt gum in her mouth, and walked happily on the bluestone road beside the moat, with weeping willows clinging, so it was refreshing.

She was in a good mood, so she looked for the inscription on the bluestone slab and found the story on it all the way, which is a legend of a talented and beautiful woman. The story is very touching, and she is also in her prime, and she can't help but feel spring.

During the Qichen period, Ding Wenxian, a poor scholar in Zhao County, bid farewell to the township, took a letter from Baoju, and went to the capital of Ningfu to take the exam. Just because he had limited coils, he was hungry and cold, and he fell hungry on this bluestone road, and met Lin Zhirong, a young lady of the Lin family who was enjoying the snow by the river. Miss Lin rescued him and gave him some entanglement, so that he could wait for the exam. Ding Wenxian was grateful for the kindness of Miss Lin and was grateful, so he privately painted a picture to hide. It's just that both of them secretly have feelings for each other, and they didn't break their feelings for each other because of the family's opinions.

It wasn't until Ding Wenxian recovered his body and it was time to take the exam, he left the painting and left quietly. He thought in his heart that as long as he worked hard to be a big official, he would come back sooner or later to marry Miss Lin.

Lin Zhirong lost the news of Ding Wenxian but had been waiting hard, and when Lin Zhirong was at the age when she should leave the cabinet, she pointed to the Chen family, a famous family in Yingchuan. Lin Zhirong is the granddaughter of Lin Xi, the general of the dynasty. The Chen family and the Lin family are even more world friends, and they are a good match, which can be said to be a match made in heaven.

Lin Zhirong was depressed, she was thinking of Ding Wenxian, who she saved her life back then, but Ding Wenxian's news was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The people she sent out to inquire said that Ding Wenxian had gone to the north, and that he had died in the war in the north.

Lin Zhirong didn't believe it, so she kept looking for it, and until the moment she stepped on the sedan chair, she was still thinking that Ding Wenxian must still be alive.

Unknowingly, many years later, the war in the north was endless, and Lin Zhirong followed her husband back to Lin's house to avoid the war for a while, and then lived in the capital. One day, the husband and wife were playing in the market, and a man in ragged clothes came up to them, took her by the hand and left.

"Help!" When she was frightened, she cried out.

After the Chen family's family arrested him and went to see the official, he learned that it was Ding Wenxian, a prison soldier who had been captured by the enemy for many years, and Lin Zhirong only knew where Ding Wenxian, who had been missing for many years, had gone.

Later, the imperial court rewarded meritorious deeds and restored Ding Wenxian's official position, Ding Wenxian was already thirty years old, but there was no wife at home.

After a few years, Miss Lin became ill, and gradually reached the point of describing the withering, but she did not dare to tell the truth of the year.

One day, when her husband came back from outside, he happened to bump into a portrait of her, and Ding Wenxian was signed below.

This was originally a family affair between the Chen family and the Lin family, but it turned into political revenge. Ding Wenxian was demoted to Chongzhou, and was persecuted by the Chen family and the Lin family, and was soon forced to die in office, after Lin Zhirong knew about this, she dragged her sick body and went to be buried beside him for thousands of miles. It is said that the white-headed crane that Lin Zhirong turned into brought Ding Wenxian's ashes back to the place where they met, and she was so tired that she was dying, and before she died, she dug a big pit for Ding Wenxian's ashes and herself, and died.

Later, people remembered this infatuation story and buried the two together, calling this place the crane mound.

Stories like this are really touching, and she's addicted to them.

"There is a lover buried under the crane mound, and only the ruthless ghost is left in the family." A very gentle voice disturbed her.

She raised her eyes and looked, is this Xiao Zeyi among the one hundred and thirty-six talents she saw that day?

"What is a sentient person, what is a ruthless ghost. Has this boy ever said clearly? She wanted to take the opportunity to find out this person's emotional intelligence.

"Sentient people will not let such poignant and sad stories become popular in the world, ruthless ghosts are people who have become ghosts, where will they miss the flowers and flowers of the world." Xiao Zeyi said it very lightly.

"Readers should not have a worldly insight, but they explain so ruthlessly. It seems that Childe is not a person who reads, but a person who has achieved great things. She sighed at Xiao Zeyi's ruthless answer.

"No, this kind of story only tells people that they should abide by the rules and wait for life and death, but they don't tell them to treat each other well in their lifetimes, doesn't it seem ruthless?" Xiao Zeyi walked to the edge of the willow and said indifferently.

"There is always a last resort, where is there so much to go with the flow. It's not appropriate for you and me to talk about that. But she felt her sadness.

"Childe is happy, let's go first." She carried her rattan straw box full of food and walked away.

"This person, no matter what, is not the same as being prominent." Xiao Zeyi looked at her dressed luxuriously and said like this.

I ate and ate, played and played, and it was all fun, but I was reminded of the sad past by Xiao Zeyi just now, which couldn't help but make people sigh.

She picked up a little fruit to eat, but she didn't feel any taste at all.

"Come on, take it back and give Ning Rong a taste, she hasn't been out of the palace for a long time." She thought so.

She didn't even know that she was followed by Xiao Zeyi, who was following her all the way.

It wasn't until the gate of the palace city that the guards were heavily guarded, that Xiao Zeyi didn't dare to approach.

How did he look so familiar, but Xiao Zeyi was not sure that it was the day he saw today. Now that she has arrived in this palace city, isn't it who else is the one who wants to bow down to her? It's miserable, just to play just now, but I don't want to bump into him. Xiao Zeyi secretly complained.