She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak, she only turned her head and looked in the direction of the liquid pool flower forest, the whole person kept trembling, tears rolling endlessly, and burst out of her eyes.

Just when she couldn't stand on her legs and was about to fall, Pei Xiaoyuan stopped her waist and protected her and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Chapter 151

"The teacher's grace is better than the father, the heart is engraved with bones, and the virtue of wanting to repay is extremely reckless. If I don't live up to my grace today, I hope that Master will not take it for granted, and take care of yourself. Disciple Bai Ya paused, and then paused ......"

The second "head" was engraved halfway through and abruptly broken.

Ye Zhongli's trembling hand stroked the last column of inscriptions that had been sealed for many years and finally saw the light of day again, and he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

"Girl, do you know, when I finished wiping the last stroke of the mural of Yong'an Hall that day, how did I feel when I faced it?"

Su Yu lifted a tearful face from Pei Xiaoyuan's arms and looked at Ah Gong's back.

"Day and day, Shu □□ Hui. If the number is exhausted, it will be exhausted, and if it is full, it will decline. "Just listen to Ah Gong's leisurely words.

"It was the painting I had worked on the most and was the most proud of me, and yet, at that moment, I had a hunch that my fresco for the king might not last forever."

"I am determined to leave Chang'an. I asked Bai Ya if he would like to go with me, he hesitated for a long time, knelt down to me, and said that he didn't want to leave yet, and Chang'an had a knowledge of his kindness that he didn't report. At that time, I knew that he had a concern in his heart. ”

"After the chaos, when the saint came to the court, I heard some rumors about him and Princess Yin. I wouldn't believe it. Of course, he made a big mistake, he shouldn't be in love with women, but I can't be clearer about his temperament, the ice heart jade pot, out of love, stop at the truth of etiquette, he won't know, he will never do such a thing, but the three of them become tigers, I want to find him, see for myself. I've been searching for so many years, and today, I finally have the result......"

"Ah Gong!"

Su Yu came out of Pei Xiaoyuan's arms, knelt in front of Ye Zhongli, and fell on his knees.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't broken in by mistake and interrupted, Ah Gong, you might have found him at that time......"

For a moment, she couldn't stop crying.

Ye Zhongli smiled and shook his head, he lifted her face and wiped away the tears from her face.

"It's not about you. When Ah Gong arrived, he had already gone. What's more, Ah Gong didn't find him and met you, isn't this Bai Ya's intention? It was he who led Ah Gong there, and Ah Gong met you. Everything is providential. Now that the result has finally been obtained, Ah Anxin is relieved. ”

"Ah Gong still wants to sit here, you go and see your mother."

Su Yu solemnly kowtowed to the bag of bones beside Ye Zhongli, and then she got up from the ground.

The dream that haunted her, the liquid pond flower forest under the spring moon, the voice of the beauty did not return, and it entered her ears with the wind.

It turns out that A-Niang has always been here, by her side.

One foot deeper, one foot shallow, she stepped on the soft mud ground covered with fallen flowers and rotting grass under her feet, and walked towards the place of her dreams.

The spring moon rises above the forest, and the liquid pool is full of spring water. On the shore of the mixed trees, the ancient apricot tree quietly spreads its flourishing canopy, pure as a plain, pink as a cloud, and the moonlight shines through the gap, outlining a light and hazy flower shadow on the ground covered with fallen flowers.

The footsteps of people alarmed a spring dove that was perched among the flowers and pecked at the sweet apricot stamen. The spring dove screamed, hurriedly loosened its claws, and flew away, kicking the branches of the flowers and trembling, and the lonely flowers full of branches were like being whipped by the torrential rain, and fell away from the branches.

Yang Zaien drove away the idle people far away, and hurriedly used a curtain to block all the flower forests. Pei Xiaoyuan personally led people to break the ground under the tree. As he dug about an arm's length into the ground, he felt the hoe rattle as if it had touched something metal.

He immediately stopped, put aside his hoe, and ordered his fellow diggers to also discard their tools and dig with their hands. Then he crouched down and carefully brushed the dirt away with his hands.

By the light of the fire staff, he saw a few golden lights shining faintly from under the earth.

He gently pulled the object out of the mud and wiped the dirt on his sleeve, identifying it as a golden hairpin used by a woman as a hair ornament. His heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to see her kneeling beside her, her head and face buried deep in a sludge full of ruined and ruined Ying, and her two weak shoulders were twitching violently, but she couldn't make a sound.

His heart twitched, and his chest swelled like a thorn whip. He placed the golden hairpin that had risen first in his hand on the plain cloth laid aside, and then, quickly walked to her side, took her shoulder, and gently lifted her pale face from the mud.

"I'll send you back first." He said.

She shook her head violently, and then, rushing to the mud puddle, kneeling on the mound, leaning down, and the rest of the group, began to dig with her hands.

"Sister-in-law! I don't need you here, you are obedient, go back first. ”

He could already predict what would happen in a few moments. How dare he put her through such a scene? He followed, knelt on one knee, and whispered bitter persuasion. But she didn't hear it, and she didn't have a tear, she only opened her eyes wide, pursed the corners of her lips, and stared straight at the dirt pit, her hands digging in the mud.

A remnant of brocade woven with a treasure elephant flower suddenly revealed itself in a lump of mud that she had just dug up. The originally beautiful and glorious fabric had been buried deep in the ground for nearly twenty years, brittle as paper. As the mud loosens, the fabric crumbles and disappears.

Her hands paused, the corners of her eyes reddened, and her whole body trembled even more.

"Sister-in-law!"

Pei Xiaoyuan's heart also beat hard in an instant, and he stopped it again, but she pushed it away violently.

He never knew that her strength would be so great, and she pushed him sharply, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Don't worry about me!" She snapped, didn't look back, gritted her teeth, lowered her head and continued to dig.

"Send her back!"

At this moment, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came into my ears.

Pei Xiaoyuan turned his face and saw the emperor and Zhao Zhongfang standing behind him. The old palace eunuch's already clumsy body looked more and more crooked, and his expression was full of sadness.

A thin cloud is like a veil, slowly enveloping the spring moon. The woods suddenly darkened.

In the dim moon shadow, the emperor's face was like casting, and the figure looked unusually straight.

"Send her back."

The emperor spoke again, and his voice was like a stream of iron, word by word.

Pei Xiaoyuan jumped up from the ground, picked up the person behind her, and walked past the emperor.

She was like a wounded wildcat completely out of her mind, with cold skin and a stiff body, desperately resisting in his arms and chest. Kicking and hitting him silently, his nails scratching at his skin. The struggle was so great that he couldn't hold it for a while, and she slipped and fell to the ground.

She didn't say a word, and as soon as she was free, she got up quickly, turned around, and ran to the flower forest again. He caught up from behind, grabbed her by the waist, and blocked her. Then, no longer allowing her to resist, he easily lifted her up, placed her on his shoulders, held her waist and hips, and went on.

She was forced to hang upside down on his back, the blood running backwards, washing violently over her head, her hands without their support, and unable to exert her strength. She whimpered, her eyes red, her teeth biting down on his shoulder blades again, and the sweet smell seeped between her lips and teeth, but she didn't let go.

In the second half of the spring night, fog gradually rose in the court.

As if unconscious, he let her bite his back, stared ahead, and strode forward under the guidance of the dim lamps on both sides of the palace road, which began to shroud in a light mist.

"Pei Xiaoyuan, you bastard! Let me go! You let me go! ”

The constant fierce resistance consumed her physical strength, and in the confrontation with him, she was finally defeated, loosened her teeth, and the attack on him became weak, and gradually, she completely stopped struggling. Finally, like a jade silkworm that had weakly spit out its last mouthful, she hung limply on his shoulder, leaving only a few muffled pleading voices.

“…… You let me go down. Please, I want to go back, Pei Xiaoyuan ......"

His heart was torn apart when he heard his name come out of her mouth in such a broken and desperate tone. He quickened his pace, leaving the forest of flowers far behind.

Afraid of startling Xiaohu'er, he sent her to the nearby Ziyun Palace, walked through the west hall, and gently placed her on the couch in the small cubicle.

Her face was originally pale, but her cheeks were flushed with a sickly flush because she had just hung upside down, and her long, fluffy, soft hair, stained with dirt and flowers, was messy and scattered on her face with her eyes tightly closed.

Pei Xiaoyuan lit up the silver candle, sat beside her, and wiped off the dirt on her long hair and delicate face little by little. Her body was huddled together as if she were sick, stiff and cold, and she began to wiggle and tremble. He couldn't hold back any longer, and lay down with his clothes, hugging this body into his arms, and using his body temperature to warm her skin.

"Sister-in-law, cry out. Please. Cry out, you'll be better. He stroked her cold, dry eyelids, and pleaded in her equally cold ear, just as she had begged him. She trembled in his arms for a moment, and suddenly, she raised her hand to hide her face and sobbed.

"I still have fantasies, fantasizing that my aunt is still alive in the world, but I don't know where she is-"

With her whimpering, tears poured out from between his fingers like a tide, wetting the hem of his clothes.

"So she's been there all along...... Alone, it's been so long......"

"My aunt, she'll never come back......"

She could no longer speak, the whole person was tightly grasped by a strong sorrow, and her hands were holding his arms, as if he was the only driftwood she could hold in the ocean, and kept crying, crying so much that she was angry, crying later, her voice was hoarse, her eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood, but the tears were still flowing, like the water in a liquid pool, endless, and there would never be a moment of drying.

"And me, I'm here. I'll be there for you until the day you don't need me......" He said in her ear, kissing her softly on the lips and swallowing another sudden sobbing sound from her. Then he kissed her moist cheeks and swollen eyelids, sucked her tears dry, and turned them back to her lips. In his gentle kisses and incessant soothing, finally, her sobbing slowly stopped.

"Sleep." He whispered softly in her ear.

She fell silent, slowly closed her weeping eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

The dark blue night sky slowly brightened, the morning moon disappeared, and a bright star rose above the eastern sky.

In the faint sound of morning drums in the distance, Pei Xiaoyuan walked out of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Wisps of morning mist, clumps of clouds, slowly flowed from the vast and boundless water surface of the liquid pool to the forest on the shore, wetting the lush grass on the muddy ground, and quickly dyeing Pei Xiaoyuan's boots and clothes damp.

He hurried back to the silent flower forest shrouded in white mist. Fang approached the wall, and suddenly stopped his pace.

The old palace eunuch knelt behind the emperor, and the people around him had already avoided it, all kneeling outside the tent wall, and no one dared to move and raise his head, nor did anyone dare to make the slightest sound.

In the dim morning light, in the distance, he saw the emperor prostrate himself under the ancient apricot tree of the previous night. In his arms, he tightly held a plain white Luo Su covered with an unknown number. On the ground in the corner of Luo Kun, a tuft of long black and fluffy hair was exposed.

The emperor held the golden hairpin in his hand, and buried his face deep in the long hair that seemed to be able to smell the aftertaste to this day, and for a long time, the figure did not move, as if he was asleep.

In the mud nearby, there was a pool of scarlet blood.

The dew condensed among the flowers and leaves of the damp ancient apricot tree on the top, drop by drop, fell into the blood, and the blood slowly seeped into the mud and disappeared.

……

"In the past, Taizong went hunting, and encountered a shower on the way, and his oil clothes were wet, and he was miserable, because he asked the people around him: 'If the oil clothes are not leaked?' From time to time, there are doctors who say that if you can use tiles for it, you will not miss it. ”

On a post road that came from east to west, came a horse-drawn carriage that had been on the road in the morning. An old man with gray hair in the car took advantage of the faint morning light in the car window, holding a scroll in his hand, and looked at the young man who was sitting cross-legged across from him in the car and listening to him.

"Do you know what the Doctor meant?"

The young man pondered for a moment and replied, "The doctor's words imply irony. If you want a completely watertight oilcoat, the only thing you need is the roof tiles. He was advising Taizong to hunt less and stay in the palace more. ”

"Not bad. Do you know why the doctor advises him so much? ”

The young man hesitated and asked in a low voice, "Can I say disrespectful words?" Seeing the old man nodding with a smile, he said boldly: "In the past, Taizong loved hunting, and the forbidden garden could not be satisfied. He is the emperor, and there are naturally a lot of hunting entourage, and the burden of the people in the places he passes through has increased out of thin air, and the local officials have disturbed the people more than when they serve the emperor. If it is a busy farming season, and the farming work is delayed, the people are resentful and dare not speak, so the doctor speaks for the people and responds to this. ”

The old man nodded: "That's exactly what it means." In the "Yu Ion" that I taught you to read a few days ago, it is said that those who are gentlemen do not want to disturb the people. It's the same thing. ”

"Yes. I remember. However, I don't understand why I should read these books. The boy asked, slightly confused.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned his face to look at the retreating field outside the car window, and smiled: "Soon, you will know." ”

At dawn, the things in the ruins of the Yong'an Hall last night were gone. In the morning, needless to say, the emperor did not even see the princess. All kinds of theories were boiling, the day passed, and in the evening, a worrying news spread to everyone, and hundreds of officials refused to leave, and gathered to Ziyun Palace.

After waiting for a long time, it was not until the sky was dark and the lantern was in the palm that a vigorous figure walked out of the palace, and the hundred officials who were kneeling on the ground looked up and saw that it was Pei Xiaoyuan, who had returned to Beijing in advance not long ago.

He stopped on the palace steps in front of Baiguan, and said solemnly: "You must leave the palace as soon as possible, and you must not continue to stay here." Those who dare to disobey will be punished as guilty! ”

As his voice fell, some of them slowly retreated to the back, silent. However, someone still stood up and said: "I heard that Your Majesty vomited blood and fell into a coma this morning, and the ministers are very worried, and I implore the horses, and then pass the word on behalf of the ministers, and let the ministers wait for ......."

This person's subordinate served Zhang Zhe, but before his voice fell, he was truncated by Pei Xiaoyuan: "Could it be that Zhang Shizhong didn't hear my words clearly?" It's for you all to quit! ”

Since he entered the court, he has been gentle and humble, not to mention that he has spoken so fiercely in public, and he has fallen into the face of a dignified third-class member of the court. Zhang Zhe and the faces of several people beside him changed slightly, as if they wanted to have a seizure, but after taking a look at the deep hall door behind him, he endured it again, and continued: "Dare to ask the horse, is that what you said is the words of Your Majesty or the words of the princess?" ”

Pei Xiaoyuan did not answer.

With a piercing sound of "Qiang", I saw him take a sword from the hand of the palace eunuch who followed him, and then pulled it out, put it in front of him, and said coldly: "This is Your Majesty's royal sword, which can be cut first and then played." I'll say it one last time! Those who dare to stay any longer will be convicted of conspiracy and killed on the spot! ”

This sword is the sword in the emperor's palace to ward off evil spirits, who doesn't know the courtiers? I saw this Pei family's expression solemn, his eyes were sharp, and Qingfeng was cold.

His body is murderous.