She could change her own clothes for him, and get rid of his dirty, smelly, and bloody clothes......

He needed her so much.

She took the finest potion she had taken from the court and slowly applied it to him, and he could feel a cool fragrance in her soft hand......

He had to need her.

She felt for the dry food in her arms, as well as the kettle, and the soft Persian candy she bought at the temple fair...... All this moisturized his lips, which were extremely bitter. Especially the kettle, the sweet spring contained in it, is so delicious......

She is no longer the deep palace concubine who grew up in the palace and only knows how to be pampered. In the family temple for a few years, she has seen the warmth and coldness of the world, and has been fighting in the palace for many years, knowing that people's hearts are sinister, so she has become calm, rational and mature, just like a chivalrous man who has walked the rivers and lakes for many years, just like an old and sophisticated prodigal son......

She carried with her dry food, baggage, scattered silver, and all kinds of medicines......

She swallowed the pills for him one by one, and smeared the pills on him over and over again...... Then he sewed the loose pieces of silver into the coat of his wide garment, and fastened it securely to him.

When she did all this, her hands and feet were so nimble.

He couldn't live without her.

Her soft hand hugged him like this, allowing him to rest comfortably on her lap...... When I looked up for the first time, I saw the moonlight, the stars, the heavenly river, the sand gathered into a tower, and the wind blew, and the ever-changing clouds......

It was the best night of his life.

It was one of the nights of her life that she felt most needed.

From then on, she became a woman who was good for others - a woman who was good for him alone.

Her disappearance and departure are just a small episode for the people of the world, a speck of dust, and an insignificant past...... None of them will die when she's gone, they'll live better and better, and some will even be even more elated...... Even, some people have taken off the shackles that have been binding for a long time......

However, she couldn't disappear in front of Ye Jia.

If she disappears, he will die.

As soon as she left him, he would die immediately.

She trembled with excitement that she could be possessed and needed like this.

Even the resentment in the belly, the distortion and arrogance that angered the people of the world to kill, all disappeared without a trace for a moment for the time being.

She was elated: "Ye Jia, now I can go with you." I really don't have any worries anymore...... I don't have a home, Master Feng is dead, my child is dead, my uterus is broken and I can never have children...... I'm not a woman anymore...... No one will care if I'm there or gone......"

Is a woman who cannot have children the same nature as a eunuch?

She smiled: "Okay now, I can go to practice with you." Ye Jia, I won't force you anymore, whether you are a monk or a man, it's okay. You are a monk, I follow you to recite Amitabha, you are a man, I will do your laundry and cook...... Get up, let's go......"

The sky was full of stars and blinking ghostly eyes, and the stinking man let out a faint laugh.

This woman.

This woman.

Her laughter was like a silver bell.

She suddenly became very young, like a flower blooming in the moonlight, like her first spring when she was sixteen, like the naughtiness of picking a lotus flower outside the lotus pond in the family temple.

"Brother Ye Jia, look, lotus...... Do you want it? ”

"Brother Ye Jia, I want that lotus pod...... You pick it up for me......"

"Yega, here you again, here you come again...... I don't know why you chant sutras and worship Buddha every day, and hate to die......"

"Dead Yejia, your name is ugly, let's change it, change it...... It seems that he was born to be a monk...... I don't like ......."

……

She addressed him gradually, from Brother Yega to Yega to Dead Yega and the like—however, the word "Dead Yega" was used very rarely, except occasionally, secretly, when she was angry.

On the eve of his coming-of-age coronation, he was busy preparing his new robe and preparing how to debate, but she sneaked in and insisted that he go out for a walk with her. After going out for a long time, she didn't say a word, and she didn't say anything when she asked what was urgent.

After asking three times in a row, she replied to him contemptuously with three words, "Dead Yega", and then ran away.

At that time, he never knew why she was angry.

At that time, he never knew why she didn't congratulate and bless herself like everyone else. Even the gift she gave him was a very vicious clay doll: a clay statue bodhisattva with one of his arms cut off.

……

His thoughts drifted far, far away, with sweetness and relief. She was so silent that she was starting to get angry again.

"Ye Jia...... Why don't you speak? Do you also hate that I'm not a woman? ”

Her lips were flattened, and she looked like she was about to cry. Between his eyebrows, there was a smile and a joke, pulling his eyebrows with his hand, not minding to make matters worse for his pain.

"Ye Jia, if you dare to dislike me, I will kill you immediately."

He laughed, his breath so faint.

"Miao Lian...... Am I in a dream? ”

"Yes."

"I often have dreams like this...... I dream every day that you come to me...... I wanted to leave a long time ago, but I'm afraid that if you come out, you won't find anyone......"

She still stared at him, and her voice was extremely gentle: "This dream, you will keep doing it, and you will never wake up again......"

"Hmm...... I don't want to wake up either...... I think it's good to dream...... Miao Lian ...... It's a good thing to dream......"

His staccato sound stopped, and slowly, he fell into a stupor.

For a long time, he had never slept so soundly and so sweetly.

The moon rises and sets, and the wind rustles the leaves.

Feng Miaolian sat in this clean grotto, the man in her arms fell asleep - he was actually in a semi-comatose state, with new injuries and old scars, and a strong body had been torn to pieces.

After a tiring day, she didn't feel tired, and her eyes were wide open to look at the full moon in the sky.

The chrysanthemum platform reflects the bright moon, who knows that my love is cold?

The surroundings were so quiet, only her, Ye Jia's faint breathing, she was in such a venue for the first time, pampered all her life, from what age she entered the palace, and she was like a little princess by the side of Empress Dowager Feng. Although she is not a princess, but the niece of the Empress Dowager Feng, because of the favor of the Empress Dowager, who doesn't regard her as more noble than the real princess? Then came the career of the imperial concubine, and then the queen of the world. Even in the past few years in the family temple, she has also been clothed and fed, without worrying about food and clothing, and has maids to wait.

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