The night dew slowly descended, and the frost slowly enveloped it. She felt very cold, and her hands and feet were cold. The endless sky is like a huge black cloth, covering the sky and the sun.

Life, all of a sudden, is winter. It's winter, it's raining, it's snowing, it's cold, and people are about to freeze.

She thought, Ye Jia, is her last madness - he is dead, how can he deceive himself? No one can avenge themselves. Never again.

In the daytime, every man he saw became the king of Xianyang; Every woman who passed by became Peng Cheng's face.

She jumped to her feet.

The river was murmuring, and the leaves on both sides quickly faded to green, turning into a hasty appearance.

One of the most hidden grottoes, high up, has been abandoned, and is a paradise for owls and wild birds. In the moonlight, the last moans seeped out.

She couldn't go up, tilted her head, and shouted in a low voice: "Ye Jia...... Ye Jia...... Is it you on it? Ye Jia...... Ye Jia ......"

She listened hoarsely.

Her eyes lit up like an uncanny dream: only in a dream, people could come whatever they wanted: an abandoned hole, a figure.

Lonely, lonely, bleak, he seemed unsteady and crumbling. No one knows why he is living in such an isolated place where even beggars don't want to stay.

He's here.

He turned out to be here.

Her head was up, and her toes were high and high, but she was still far away from him. The woods are dense and stumbling, and I don't know if it's snakes, insects, ants or poisonous snakes and beasts. However, she was not afraid, nor cared, and she did not even make a sound from her mouth, but just raised her face and stared blankly at the vague voice.

Until my neck was sore.

She suddenly laughed and giggled: "Ye Jia...... I can't get up...... I can't get up......"

The voice is very low and low, as if talking to oneself.

No one hears it, and it can't be transmitted.

In between, it's just by the feeling of the heart.

Then she listened to the subtle voice. Like a flower, it falls from a tree to the ground in the dark night. Heavy, but silent. It was a bloodied man, scarred and dying...... From being chased and killed many times along the way, to being injured in Dr. Hua's herbal medicine room, to being severely injured in front of the house...... He rushed to the palace in a desperate breath, rescued him, and staggered out again......

No one had ever treated his wounds once; No one had ever given him the slightest medicine......

He worked hard, like a lonely night owl, hiding here, as if in this life, just to complete that rescue.

Scarred seizures, inability to change clothes, messy hair, foul smell and suppuration...... His body, showing a kind of death on the eve of **, is disgusting to look at.

The elegance and nobility of the past are gone.

But what does it matter?

Feng Miaolian's nose is deaf, her eyes are blind, she can't see or smell...... She just stretched out her hand to support the body that was about to decay, her heart was full of joy, and she smiled: "Ye Jia, I knew you were there, you have been ...... I know...... You will never leave me until you say goodbye......"

The moonlight illuminated his body like a block of ice.

She lifted his clothes and calmly unraveled the rags: the stab wounds from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, the cluster of arrows that went from the heart, the criss-crossed scars on the back...... Layer upon layer of blood, the old and the new were buried, and finally, a devastating pain erupted once and for all......

He was hurt like this.

How many times has he been hunted?

Knowing that he was being chased and killed, why did he return to this capital again and again?

Doesn't he hurt?

Didn't he regret and hesitate?

Is there really anyone in this world who is so stupid? What made him so stupid from his childhood to adulthood? In addition to a Buddha in my heart, I am a woman.

The Buddha and the woman, the rose in front of the Buddha, the scum of the defenders...... Both he and she are scumbags.

In the white moonlight, she stared at his face, swarthy, messy, haggard, and down...... Even her hand hugging his neck, his brown neck in the past, so soft, so resolute, like Wu Feng Xiuzhu...... Now, the neck is also scarred, and the tentacles are rough, and there is no beauty anymore.

The most beautiful body has become the ugliest skeleton.

Ye Jia, he really didn't have too much anger. It's just that I don't know how strong my willpower is, and I've struggled to this point.

Feng Miaolian stared at him.

Tsai looked at him carefully.

The unwitting child also asks, why are your eyes sweaty?

The wind is blowing, and the scent of roses by the river sets off the moonlight so enchantingly. It's like she's going to watch his first rite of passage. The young monk was dressed in sackcloth like snow, facing the Buddha, and there was only one topic: please describe the whole picture and style of a peanut without words, forms, and words.

At that time, he was standing under a towering pine tree, a squirrel with its tail playfully cocked on it, and its eyes were large and round.

He just stretched out his hand, held a flower in his hand, and smiled.

That's all subtlety.

From that moment on, her heart was rippling and her spring love was budding...... If Ye Jia is not a monk, if Tuoba Hong is not an emperor...... Perhaps, the person she married when she first married must be him.

Yes, she was by no means a good woman, and at such an early age, she showed signs of a change of heart; At such a long time, he began to blaspheme the Buddha -

Who would dare to say that our hearts will never be cheated?

Who dares to say that if we don't cheat, our spirit has never wavered?

People love someone so much, sometimes not because of love, just because of habit, because of the world, because everyone thinks she should love him, he and her are childhood sweethearts, and he and her have long been conventional...... Therefore, she also took it for granted that she could only love him and marry him.

Who is a woman who has been determined to marry a monk since she was a child?

Even if it was a battle in the family temple, she swayed and was undecided. Was it really just forced? Is it really unyielding in the bottom of his heart?

Only now is she convinced - this time, there will be no more wavering.

From the family temple to the palace, and from the palace to the moonlight of this night: her destined fate is to return to suffer a period of difficult childbirth, to lose the identity of a woman, and then, to return to the beginning of a person.

She became neutral.

It is not beneficial to the palace, it is not beneficial to the concubines, it is not beneficial to the people of the world, it is not beneficial to her family, and even to Tuoba Hong...... All of them have no benefits or benefits.

No one needs her anymore.

Except for Yega.

He needs her now.

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