Loneliness, a woman living in the deep palace, loneliness is the longest-lasting friend. No matter how busy the saint is, he will accompany Song Yusui for a few days every day, or play chess or paint, will he still accompany Song Yusui in the face of his old appearance in 10 or 20 years? When Song Yusui was already middle-aged, but still couldn't accompany him; When Song Yusui has entered the age of not being confused, but still can't get along with him day and night, can Song Yusui really live with him? In the years when Song Yuqiu had gray hair and tears, only Song Yuqiu's children were willing to be by her side.

But it is not easy to have a child in the palace, and there are many children who die young, and it is even rarer to be an adult.

Xie Changan couldn't cry, Song Yuqiu stood up and closed the window of Bisha, and her shadow was lonely. Outside the window, there is a cool breeze. Song Yuxuan thought, she must be anxiously waiting for the upcoming college entrance examination, right? She must be looking forward to Song Yuxuan's return! Song Yuqiu really misses her! The hot summer is about to pass, Song Yuxuan and her have their own sorrows, and at this moment they seem to feel the cool and thin autumn breath, diffusing in the depths of their hearts.

A few rains fell in the imperial capital, after all, there was a bleak autumn mood, and I had to be ordered by His Majesty to be allowed to enter and exit the Kuaixue Building. Here, Song Yuxuan stayed for a night, like sitting there alone, quietly listening to the rain outside the window, listening to the wind outside the window, listening to the sound of rain falling outside the window, and listening to the world full of fallen leaves and snowflakes outside the window. Song Yusui went to Xingyuntang to see that when the painting academy was not flattering Song Yusui much, a few words of lukewarm left Song Yusui alone. He may have a contemptuous heart for women, even if Danqing is low, he does not allow women to touch, but he is not the only one who favors women, similar words have been heard a lot in the academy before, and the author disagrees.

Song Yuxuan looked at some paintings casually in Kuaixue Building alone, and there was always a kind of fetters in her heart. Suddenly, a man walked by the window, who was she? Is she Song Yuxuan's Chun'er? Song Yuxuan suddenly remembered the way Chun'er looked when she wanted to say that she was still resting that day, and thought that she must have something to hide from Song Yuxuan, and with Chun'er's temper, she was so anxious, it should have something to do with He Weizhi.

It was inconvenient for Song Yusui to meet He Weizhi directly, so she ordered Biru to quietly attract Chun'er to Kuaixue Tower, only to say that there was one less maid in the tea palace. Biru looked at Chun'er and said, "Chun'er, who are you?" Chun'er nodded. Biru said again: "Chunniang, do you know what Song Yuqiu's name is? Chun'er knelt on the ground and saluted, the beige palace dress looked thinner, and the pale red begonia on the sideburns was much better than the pearl and green ring.

Song Yusui sent Biru out of the door, helped Biru up and said, "What do you want to say to Song Yusui that day?" ”

Unexpectedly, Chun'er suddenly fell into Song Yuqiu's arms, raised her teary eyes, and her delicate posture was even better than before, saying: "Su Meiren must save the teacher, the teacher him." ”

What happened to He Weizhi? During the rescue in the hospital, a colleague of Song Yuxuan suddenly ran out of the ward and shouted: "He Weizhi, come quickly!" Song Yuqiu hurriedly ran over. I saw a woman lying on the ground, moaning in pain. Song Yuqiu didn't have time to think about it, her waist couldn't eat the weight of Chun'er's body, and she was crumbling, but she couldn't push it up, so she could only barely support Chun'er, leaning on the railing of the stairs and asking, "What's going on?" ”

Chun'er wiped away her tears and looked around carefully, like a frightened deer, but not outspoken, still maintaining an annoying hesitant posture. There was a sadness and helplessness in Chun'er's eyes. Song Yuxuan asked her why. Chun'er said: "Song Yu is afraid. "Afraid of what?" "I'm afraid that people from the Spring Snow Building will come." Chun'er smiled. Song Yuxuan stroked his back and said, "Kuaixue Lou is not allowed to enter, Biru will guard the door again, you can speak with peace of mind!" ”

Chun'er bit her lip, and finally chose to get close to Song Yu's ear, and said gently: "Xue Xuan coerces Mr. Xue to paint on his behalf."

"Really?" Chun'er raised her head and looked out the window. "That's great!" She laughs. "Really?" Song Yuxuan asked. "Really!" Chun'er nodded. Song Yusui glanced at Chun'er inadvertently, and suddenly understood the reason for Chun'er's hesitation, Song Yusui unconsciously lowered her voice and said, "Does the teacher agree?" “

"Xue Xuan showed a painting to the saint before serving..."Chun'er lowered her head and stirred the corners of her clothes, and her voice trembled in vain: "These are all painted by Mr.!" ”

Song Yuqiu smiled bitterly unconsciously, unexpectedly, but reasonably. "Song Yusui knows that you must have something to say to Song Yuqiu......" "Song Yusui knows that you must have a lot to say to Song Yuqiu." In the end, Ming Xiao Xue refused to splash ink in front of everyone that day, but in fact, with his temperament, how could he easily let go of the opportunity to be in the limelight, but because he was completely Bhutan.

Song Yuqiu also advised Mr., but he just couldn't listen to it, he always said that this was not something that Song Yuqiu should be able to manage, but this was a matter of human life, how could Song Yuqiu sit still and wait for death? She said to Song Yuqiu. "Why are you doing this?" Song Yuxuan asked. "Because he's a woman," she said...... "but Song Yuxuan doesn't know." "You know what?" She asked. Chun'er stroked her cheeks with her hand and leaned on Song Yuqiu's whimper, her red face was like a new look after a rain. Her intentions on He Weizhi have known from a long time ago that He Weizhi's completely treating her as an outsider should have hurt her deeply.

The painter made others take advantage of him for no reason, and Song Yu sighed with a plain yarn and silk: "How can the teacher agree to such a ridiculous thing? ”

Chun'er helplessly stopped her mournful cry and said, "Song Yuqiu is just guessing, it seems that Mr. has a handle that fell into the hands of Xue Mozhi, and Song Yuqiu can't hear anything real." ”

What about handles? What a puzzling question! In "Dream of Red Mansions", Xue Baochai and Daiyu are both from Jiafu, is there a relationship between them? Is there really a fate between them? Could it be that Xue Mozhi once had an affair with Mr.? A ridiculous thought suddenly flashed in Song Yuqiu's mind, but she really couldn't believe that Mr. would rather leave the affectionate Chun'er to himself, and choose Xue Mozhi, who had no talent and virtue.

Song Yuxuan relieved a few words, although her mouth responded, she had more meaning to think about it in the long run, and if she didn't pay attention to it, she dragged He Weizhi into the water. In the past few days, Song Yuxuan has been pondering this matter and has been trying to figure out this question: Will Xue Mozhi have any conspiracy? What kind of relationship is there between him and He Wei? Did he really want to harm He Wei? Chun'er begged Song Yuqiu to tell Song Yingche about this matter, but Song Yuqiu also had to think clearly about the way of both, not only to save He Wei's life, but also to pierce Xue Mozhi, which was the best policy.

Chun'er wiped away her tears. The cold tea was served. Song Yusui knew that she had to come, she knew, and Song Yusui also knew. Bi Ru then walked in and quietly replaced the cold tea, only to find that she had stayed in Kuaixue Building for a long time, and she was afraid that she would provoke the people who were chattering in the painting academy.

In Xingyun Hall, everyone swept the snow in front of the door, and the painter hid in his room and did not want to come out, but the palace maid was happy to avoid laziness, and there were few people in the corridor. Chun'er ran into the house from outside and reported the good news to Song Yuqiu: "Sister, look at the moon under this moon is really round!" When Song Yuxuan heard this, she couldn't help laughing, "Oh? Song Yuxuan also accompanied Chun'er all the way with a little scruples, and was only willing to send Chun'er to the corner of the corridor outside He Weizhi's room, and told Chun'er a few more words before leaving, but was attracted by the woman's harsh voice over there.

With a huge osmanthus flower to cover people tightly, through the layers of green leaves, it is a very embarrassing scene to fall in front of you, He Weizhi slumped on the corridor, lifeless, is being reprimanded by a palace maid, although it is the last palace maid, but it is arrogant and domineering.

Biru whispered in Song Yuxuan's ear: "The palace maid next to Xue Xuan's servant! Chun'er blocked her ears, turned her head away, and her eyes were not clear. Biru said to Song Yuqiu: "This is her." Chun'er paused and asked again, "Do you know who Xue Xuan is?" Song Yuxuan was patient and wanted to see enough of this scene.

Until the woman folded her face, she found that Biru still couldn't see the edge at a glance, it turned out that Xue Mozhi personally changed the palace maid's clothes and forced He Weizhi to go there. Biru looked at He Weizhi and said, "He Weizhi is a good painter, right?" "Not bad!" He Weizhi said proudly, "The painting is very beautiful!" She pointed it out to He Weizhi in a hurry, suppressed her annoyed and vain tone and said, "Your painting, but is it good?" ”

He Weizhi leaned on the pillar and was silent, Xue was annoyed by his silence, but he didn't dare to scold him, and coerced and lured in a low voice: "Don't forget, that thing is in the palm of Song Yuxuan's hand, you can't escape!" ”

He Weizhi squinted at her, turned his back and smiled bitterly: "Last time you agreed to return the things to Song Yuqiu, Song Yuxuan just had no choice but to respond, how could you go back on your word and not be satisfied?" Sooner or later, you will be recognized, Song Yuqiu's cheap life is okay, how can you not worry about your life? ”

"Song Yuxuan is going to die?" He said, after glancing at her. "Yes! Why did you kill Song Yuqiu? Do you want to use any method to threaten Song Yuxuan? There was a twinkle of fear in her eyes. Of course not! Xue Mozhi's body shook, swept past in fright, turned his gaze, and became as fierce as a sword again, saying, "Song Yuxuan! If you don't hand over the painting, don't blame Song Yuqiu for being ruthless! ”

"What do you think? He Weizhi said. Song Yuxuan didn't know how to answer. "Song Yuxuan will tell you!" He Weizhi picked up a newspaper and read it as he spoke, "This is the newspaper of Song Yuyu's company." He Weizhi jumped out, his face turned pale: "No one will believe that you are crazy!" ”

Xue Mozhi forced He Weizhi to look at him and said proudly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you?" In short, Song Yusui is so lonely on Huangquan Road alone, not only you, Song Yusui also wants her to bury Song Yusui with her! You and her have sinned so badly that we can't afford to leave a complete corpse. ”

Crazy, so crazy, so crazy, Ronghua covered her eyes, she was no longer afraid of death. She just let others die with her! She wants someone to die with her!" Grandma, come on, Song Yuxuan was stolen!" Grandma screamed in the house. Song Yuxuan didn't know. Song Yuxuan held the flower branch of the wooden tree and spread it, and her nails hated to break the wooden branch. A question suddenly appeared in my heart, not just He Wei alone, but her burial goods, so who is she, and it is the crime of not leaving a whole corpse, could it be.