Yi Xue offered tea and stood beside her with her head bowed, Song Yuxuan asked casually, "Was Shunyi sick a few days ago?" Why hasn't she been seen at the Chongyang Banquet? ”

Her eyebrows fluttered, and she seemed to be trying to calm her mood, and said: "The master can't help but be moved, his heart is heavy, he will always be sick for a few days when the season changes, Su Shunyi is hanging in his heart!" ”

As soon as he heard what Qi Xue said, he sent another palace maid in the palace away, Qi Xue was Xie Chang'an's maid who followed her from her mother's house, and she didn't meet her, and asked, "Sister Ning, does she go to the Taiji Hall every day?" ”

Yi Xue sighed: "The moon is more than early in the morning to the Taiji Palace, and the dusk returns, and the sun is like this." ”

The Tai Chi Hall worships the ancestors of the royal family and conducts routine prayer and sacrifice activities, and there are few pedestrians on weekdays. Early in the morning of this day, Song Yuxuan came here after leaving the house. Pushing open a window, a strong aroma comes to the nose, and people can't help but sigh: what is this smell? Is it tea? Suddenly remembering the wish that Xie Changan had talked to Song Yuqiu, the celadon tea cup on the lotus-shaped tray was bubbling with water-white mist, and Song Yuqiu smiled helplessly.

Qi Xue's worried expression was no longer difficult to hide, and she knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Miss is weak, but she still insists on kneeling under His Royal Highness Tai Chi for a day, and her health is getting worse and worse. If Su Shunyi has something on her mind, please still go and help advise. ”

Xie Changan prayed with a method that almost killed him, and his soul was really enchanted.

The autumn leaves outside the main hall are withering, the Taiji hall is still full of green, the pines and cypresses beside the road are evergreen, but there is a dying atmosphere, and even a little weeds in the courtyard are difficult to find, which shows the heart of the people who sweep the palace, and try their best to kill the anger of the people. In such a quiet season, Song Yuxuan came to Xidi Village at the foot of Qingliang Mountain. It is an ancient village with a thousand-year-old history, and it does not have much architecture and decoration. Except for an old and secluded stone road. The only color is a few pots of decorative chrysanthemum, and the withered petals are like scattered remnants of snow, adding to the gloom.

Qin Xue was waiting outside, Xie Changan must be in the main hall, Song Yuxuan beckoned her to silence and then left Biru outside the main hall, held on to the door frame, and stepped over the knee-high doorrail of the Taiji Hall.

The Taiji Hall is majestic and magnificent, the main hall is empty, the pillars are carved with dragons and clouds, sparse and dense without leaving any gaps, and the hideous dragon seems to be about to stretch out its sharp claws, frightening people without holding back. "This is the last legacy left by Song Yuqiu's ancestors to Song Yuqiu!" Xie Changan said, "Song Yuxuan is a Chinese and a descendant of Yan and Huang...... his voice was very gentle. "Yes! This is Chinese culture. There was no worship in the Taiji Palace, so only one of the three ever-bright lamps hanging high on the beam was lit, the lights were faint, the figures were towering, and they were dim, outlining Xie Chang'an's delicate silhouette.

The dynasty strongly advocated the supremacy of Taoism and suppressed Buddha, so the main hall of the Taiji Hall was the most central worship of heaven and earth, and the two sides were the ranking of ancestors throughout the ages, and Xie Changan knelt in front of heaven and earth, blessing and praise.

She threw herself into prayer and did not hear Song Yuxuan's footsteps. Song Yuxuan slowly approached her. There was silence in the hall, except for the occasional "beep" sound of a lantern. Her subtle prayer made Song Yuqiu hear it clearly.

She was afraid of being heard by others, and the words of prayer were broken and unheard of Yuezhou for a long time, lingering like a bubbling stream in Yuezhou, and she made a wish but was sad to the bone.

Su Qingchuan successfully passed the examination and got a good result.

She told her brother's birthday in detail, and it seemed that she was going to try. She said: "If you want to be the champion, Song Yusui will die for you; Song Yuqiu wants to be a big official, so you will send Song Yuqiu outside! The elder brother said, "Song Yuxuan will send you there!" She promised with ten years of life, why would she be so persistent, obviously they can't be together, and the good or bad of her brother has nothing to do with her.

It seems that Xie Changan is the figure he once had, and at first Song Yuxuan was still bent on being willing to bear the fault and exchange his death for Shen Waiter. However, fate played a joke on Song Yuqiu: when he was taken into custody and reviewed, Song Yusui was still on duty in the hospital. At that time, Song Yuxuan already had a dream. Dreams are so beautiful and so fleeting that it's hard to let go. Now that I think about it, these thoughts are like a stream flowing on a rocky beach, and with the subtle heart-wrenching, there is no trace of it. When Song Yuqiu was about to let go, Xie Changan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Song Yuxuan stretched out his hand and tried to hold her shoulder, but the hand hung in the air and didn't fall off after all. She said, "What do you want?" Song Yuxuan doesn't want to see you again!" Song Yuxuan didn't speak, just looked at her silently. She said, a small smile on her face. Song Yuxuan knew that she must have something in mind. Song Yuxuan knew. The person she admires is Song Yuqiu's younger brother, once Song Yuqiu wanted the two of them to get along, but from Song Yuqiu's point of view, she had no ability to persuade at all.

Song Yusui pulled out and wanted to leave, wrapped in a cloak, straightened the loose scarf, and listened to Xie Chang'an quietly add a sentence in the back, if it weren't for Song Yuqiu's insatiable greed, please give another daughter.

Song Yuxuan sighed, maybe by handing over her daughter to Xie Changan, she could pull her heart back from hopeless love.

Kids, maybe there's a kid who's amazing.

Song Yuxuan stepped out of the palace gate, the gray sky was drifting with fine snow, Biru said: "The snow is falling, Shunyi has to come back a little earlier, so as not to make the road slippery and difficult to walk!" ”

Song Yuqiu was noncommittal, shook his head, and the snow fell into Song Yuqiu's palm, and there was a feeling of numbness, and finally turned into a pool of water.

The night is like ink, and the snowflakes are faint? "Last night, Song Yuqiu dreamed of you." "In the dream, there is a beautiful woman named Song Yuxuan, she is your daughter." "Did you dream of her? 、The snow fell on the trees in the courtyard to imitate、Buddha covered with plain silk、The hall burned with silver charcoal without smoke and dust、Then light a Suhexiang、Song Yuxuan fell asleep。

Vaguely on the afternoon of April, filled with the fragrance of wisteria, Song Yuqiu, who was still young, leaned on her father's lap, wearing an ordinary kudzu cloth floral dress and a double-ring bun made of blue cloth. Father sat on the elm folding Taishi chair, his eyes slightly closed. There was a hint of tenderness and calmness in his gaze, like a gentle elder. Song Yuqiu sat down in front of him, he stood up and said to Song Yuqiu: "Song Yuqiu wants to see the mountain. At that time, the sun leaked down, the courtyard was mottled like broken gold, and it was so quiet that the sound of falling flowers could be heard clearly, and Song Yuxuan really fell asleep.

Unaware of that moment, the brilliance of the courtyard was shrouded in haze, and in the pouring rain in an instant, the father and brother disappeared like clouds and smoke outside the sky. The father's figure gradually disappeared into the rain curtain, but his voice still sounded clearly - "Song Yuxuan has been waiting for you for a long time!" Song Yuxuan has been waiting for several days......." Really?" Song Yuxuan raised her head. Song Yusui stood in the sound of the rain in a daze, in the fog of a young man in the distance holding an umbrella and holding the door, in the long figure, Song Yusui vaguely felt that he had been waiting for that man for a long time.