The moment You Tingrong saw the deceased, unbearable memories quickly came to his heart.

In her previous life, she had been in the palace for 12 years, and she suffered a lot because of Shan Yunxin's favor, but for the man she loved, she was so happy. Thinking that in the harem, although the two of them do not have the status of husband and wife, they can be the wives in his heart, and this is enough.

Unexpectedly, when they finally survived the fall of the queen family, they did not wait for the white-headed old man in the expiration date.

Chi Qinghuan, who was originally an inconspicuous talent, surpassed her to become a concubine and adopted You Tingrong's five-year-old son Yi An.

You Tingrong remembered that he knelt in front of Shan Yunxin and begged bitterly. only got a sentence that Shan Yunxin was not worthy, and said that the concubine had both virtue and ability, and it was her honor to have the concubine to take care of her. What I thought was "husband and wife" was a joke.

Only then did she understand: it turned out that pet is fake, and love is also fake. She is just a stepping stone in the love of others, an obstacle to be cleared......

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A pleasant female voice rang in her ears, "Miss is very affectionate, it is Qinghuan who is disturbed." Maybe You Tingrong's face was too ugly, Chi Qinghuan took the initiative to explain.

Chi Qinghuan was seventeen years old at this time, even if everything was simple because of the Buddha, he still showed his full bearing, and his peach blossom eyes blinked and smiled. Her brother is twenty-two years old and talented, but his feelings have not been open, but he didn't expect to meet someone in a Buddhist temple.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Chi Qinghuan naturally pulled Shan Yunxin's sleeve beside him, "Brother Xin, I don't know who is better between you and this young lady?" ”

Shan Yunxin was tall, frowning at the moment, his deep eyes looked indifferently at the pair in front of him, and the tight corners of his mouth showed his displeasure at this time, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.

"I don't know Miss's name." Shan Yunxin's voice was low and imposing.

The sound and appearance are the same as the beauty in the dream, just one glance, the warmth and sweetness in the dream are springing up, this is the lady in the dream.

You Tingrong quietly hid his trembling hand in his cuffs, shook his eyelashes, and looked at Shan Yunxin quickly like a frightened butterfly.

"It's inconvenient to say more, the little woman takes the first step." The voice was inaudible, and without waiting for anyone to answer, he left in a panic.

Shan Yunxin turned around, watching her walk faster and faster, her skirt fluttering, outlining a moving figure, and the spring breeze blowing in her face was sweet and greasy.

Chi Qinghuan was delicate, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xin has seen this young lady?" ”

Shan Yunxin didn't look at her, but looked at his friend Chi Qinglang meaningfully: "One side." "This is his woman, his pillow man, his son's mother.

Chi Qinglang's original admiration fell cold in this eye, this one-sided fate is only afraid that it is the palace selection of the draft.

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You Tingrong's heart was in turmoil, she didn't know where her and her mother's room was, she just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I met a little novice, and when I saw her face pale, I led her to the room.

You Tingrong was supported by Qing Town, and barely calmed down, "There are many nobles gathered today, but is there any reason?" ”

Xiao Shami nodded, "Today's big host, Master An Yin, has a rare opportunity." ”

You Tingrong thanked softly, and softened into the small room.

"Why is Miss's face so ugly?"

Qingmachi wanted to get up and pour You Tingrong a cup of hot tea, but was tightly pulled by the young lady, "Don't go, Qingmachi, don't go out!" ”

Aomachi hurriedly hugged Miss, "Miss, don't be afraid, it's okay, Aomachi accompanies Miss." "She is five years older than You Tingrong, and she grew up with Miss, and Mrs. You is not in good health. Aomachi treats the young lady in every detail, and the two have a deep relationship.

You Tingrong felt the warm body temperature of Aomachi and slowly relaxed.

She still remembered that in the cold Changle Palace, Aomachi was pulled by her hair, and right under her nose, the blood of the major artery in her neck sprayed out, and the hot liquid splashed on her face.

Fortunately, blessed by the Buddha, they all came back to life, and Aomachi was alive in front of her eyes.

Seeing that her face softened, Qingmachi said with a smile: "Miss finally came to the Inspiration Temple, why don't I accompany you to ask for a sign and calculate the marriage?" ”

You Tingrong dared to go out, and he didn't want Qingcho to worry, "You go and ask for one, by the way, take a look at where your mother is, and I'll copy the scriptures for a while." ”

Noticing Aomachi's worried eyes, he curled his lips and smiled, "Don't worry, I was just startled by the rats that came out, I heard that the wishing tree in the Inspiration Temple is very effective, you can help me ask for a red cloth for prayer." ”

After Aomachi left, You Tingrong lit the soothing incense in the wing, laid out the pen and ink, and took the pen to transcribe the scriptures. The mind sank, and the time passed quickly, and before I knew it, the sun was sinking in the west, and the light in the room was dimming.

Strange, why haven't Aomachi and her mother come back yet?

You Tingrong rubbed his eyes, wiped a match, and lit the candlestick.

"Knock Knock"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and You Tingrong was so shocked that his fingertips were burned by the burned match in his hand, and he hurriedly shook off his hand.

Seeing the candle in the room lit up, the person outside the door raised his voice, "Is it Miss You?" Mrs. You is waiting for you to hang red silk on the blessing tree! ”

You Tingrong sneered, he was too nervous, and Shan Yunxin didn't know himself at all. In her life, in this life, she will not have any intersection with them again.

You Tingrong washed his hands and followed the little novice to the backyard, silent along the way, the light became darker in the bushes, and the little novice carried a lantern in his hand, "The female benefactor is careful of your step." ”

Soon, the towering ginkgo tree came into view, golden yellow, and it was rumored that this was a thousand-year-old sacred tree. Around it, there are eight osmanthus trees, each of which is surrounded by three people, with tender yellow flowers adorning the branches, and bright red prayer cards swaying in the wind, and the golden color is hidden by each other.

Xiao Shami handed the lantern in his hand to You Tingrong, "The little monk will retire first." ”

You Tingrong carried the lamp alone, followed the stone path, and walked to the flat ground in the middle.

There was no one in sight, only two rows of bronze shelves with red silk hanging from them. There is pen and ink on the table next to it, and the believers make their own wishes.

Walking further under the tree, as the area illuminated by the candle flame in his hand became larger and larger, Shan Yunxin's sturdy and upright figure appeared in sight, and his handsome face was huge and half-hidden in the shadows.

You Tingrong held his breath, the fingers holding the handle turned white, and he turned around calmly.

After only two steps back, a figure with a sword appeared at the end of the path, and upon closer inspection, the central field was tightly enclosed.

You Tingrong could only turn a blind eye, and quickened his pace to go back to the wing.

"Miss, it's better to make a wish before leaving." A thick and steady voice came from behind him, but it made You Tingrong's back feel cold.

You Tingrong's voice was tight, and he refused to raise his head, "Men and women don't kiss, the little girl will come back in a while." ”

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and You Tingrong was like a cat with its tail stepped on, and the hair on his body exploded, and he was afraid and heartbroken. She used to love this man so much, but now she can only try her best to restrain her urge to run away.

Until Shan Yunxin stood still behind her, "Miss Fang Cai and Chi Gongzi had a very happy conversation, why did you avoid me when you saw me?" Shan Yunxin's tall body firmly blocked her way, and leaned forward slightly, "Could it be that Miss and I are old friends again?" ”