Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

The finger continued to tap on the rosewood's armrest.

"Check him?" the man chuckled. "Find out what he does. ”

"He's very weird, a Confucian scholar who can write poems about falling flowers can't be unknown, but we've never heard of this name before, and it's weird that such a character suddenly pops up. ”

"Can't it be that he's low-key? ”

The voice paused, and said faintly: "We just happened to be short of people for the debate of Confucianism and Taoism, and he appeared in Zhongnanguo, just like it was arranged." The second master met him in the middle of March in the Great Chu Dynasty, and the master was in the spring sacrifice at the end of February, although it is difficult to go back and forth in this half month, but there are too many means to transmit news on the mountain, in case it is arranged by the enemy. ”

"Makes sense. ”

"It's the master's training. ”

"Embroidery. The man said softly.

"The slave is here. ”

"Did you take over Nansi with full authority, and your heart began to be wild?"

"Slaves don't dare!"

There was a heavy kneeling sound behind him.

"I remember, when I first came back, I told you the rules once. "The man is slow. "You are just a knife in the master's hand, as long as it is sharp enough, you don't need to think for yourself. ”

"What I didn't tell you to do, you're going to do it yourself now. The master chuckled. "Do you want to be a master too?"

"The slave knows it's wrong, the slave knows it's wrong, master, please calm your anger!"

Then there was a muffled sound of kowtowing echoing through the hall.

"Don't cry. ”

The hall fell silent for a moment, except for the occasional sobbing sound coming out between the fingers, only to be swallowed back into the mouth the next moment.

The man said leisurely: "The last time, I will give you away." ”

The corners of his mouth curled. "Just give it to Ziyu and let him teach you the rules. ”

Xiumei's body trembled, and she wanted to speak and stopped, but she still didn't dare to take down the hand covering her mouth.

A muffled kowtow sounded again behind the man.

"What else. ”

"Master, the second master woke up, and the doctor said......"

"Next. ”

"Yes, sir. Yesterday morning in Shili Pavilion, Lan Yuqing greeted the old man in cloth wearing a Nanhua scarf, may not be a person from Wangque Zhou, according to the informant, on the way back to the mountain, Lan Yuqing said 'It is a great honor for a real person to come', but there was no other words after that. ”

"The shadow that Yulin Wei Nansi planted in the temple doesn't know who he is, the only thing that can be determined is the 'distinguished guest' from far away, Qingjingzi personally went down the mountain to pick him up, shielded everyone around, and received him alone, I don't know what he said. ”

The man touched his chin and smiled softly. "Real people? The Taoist real person of the seventh realm will come to this little chong void view? Just rely on his pure son? She Lan Yuqing deliberately bluffed me, knowing that this word would reach my ears. ”

"The old man is wise. ”

"But this old man is a big variable, continue to watch, send more people outside, find out who he is sacred. In addition, at any cost, I will find the last person to participate in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, except for Qingjingzi and the old man. ”

"Slave obeys!"

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Zhao Rong felt cold to the bone.

That's ice deep into the bone marrow.

Because of Qingjun.

He traveled thousands of miles to finally find Qingjun.

On a sunny afternoon, in the four mansions of Taiqing, a lakeside with willows and willows, the lake is rippling, the summer breeze is warm, Qingjun is facing away from him, bending down to pick lotus, and he is wearing a red dress, like a quiet flame.

Qingjun grabbed the corner of her skirt with one hand, and reached out to a slim green lotus with the other, still like the little girl who was greedy for lotus seeds when she was a child, but he was picking it at that time, she grabbed the corner of her clothes on the side, smiling and looking forward to it.

He was in a nervous mood, and the further he went, the closer he got to her, the more timid he became.

One step, two steps, three steps......

She was finally in front of her.

This journey of hundreds of thousands of miles across the north and south of Wangque Continent was finally crossed by him step by step.

He looked at the woman in front of him with a green silk and red belt, a thin waist, and a bent waist to pick lotus.

Gently reaching out and trying to pull her ponytail again, but she turned back vigilantly.

She saw him.

He saw her, too.

She frowned, then stretched, her eyes indifferent.

He stared with bated breath and reached forward, spreading his palm.

A piece of mutton fat jade soaked in sweat is inlaid in the palm of the hand.

The upward side is engraved with "beautiful jade ornamentation".

The woman pinched it casually.

Gently throw into the lotus pond.

The man smiled lightly.

Waved his hand and turned away.

The lover is thousands of miles away, and he is no longer a teenager.

The face is still peachy, but she is no longer young.

The summer sun is warm and the breeze is just right.

But he walked more and more slowly, as if he had stepped into a sea of clouds brewing with ice and snow, surrounded by resistance, and covered with ice, but he didn't want to look back, and walked straight into the wind and snow......

Zhao Rong felt a cold to the bone.

That's ice deep into the bone marrow.

The heart thumped.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhao Rong gasped for breath and found that he was soaking in the cold medicinal bath at the moment, looking around, it was the house where he was resting in the Lanxi Lin family's manor.

It turned out that everything just now was just a dream.

He vaguely remembered that after he came back from Youwei Zhai, he ate a dinner brought by the servant, and then began his daily practice, and then he was tired and threw himself into the medicinal bath, as if he wanted to soak more and go to bed again, but he leaned on the medicine poke and fell asleep in a daze.

Zhao Rong was stunned, sighed, wiped his face with both hands, and got up to leave the already cold medicinal bath.

I glanced out the window casually, and it seemed to be the middle of the night, and the rain had stopped.

After a period of busyness, Zhao Rong casually put on a praise coat and only tied a wide belt around his waist.

This style of clothing is very popular in the circle of celebrities and gentlemen in the south of the country, which is not only elegant and free, but also comfortable to wear.

Zhao Rong slowly walked to the bronze mirror in the room, looking at the thin face in the mirror, which was originally green but had been polished by the wind and frost in the past few months, and was stunned.

He had looked up outside Longquan Mountain and looked forward to the departing ferry that was getting closer and closer.

He was in a silent daze looking out the window at the vast sea of clouds on the ferry boat in Qingfeng Pavilion.

He once quietly browsed the green waters and green mountains, the ancient roads at dusk, and the smoke of farmhouses on horseback.

Or on a night when everything is asleep, holding the pair of jade plates, waiting for the dawn.

He had imagined countless possibilities, countless encounters.

When he held the jade plaque and walked up to her.

She might suddenly crash into her arms, tears soaking her clothes.

She might snatch the jade medal and smash it to the ground and gnash her teeth.

She might turn away without saying a word, never to come back.

Zhao Rong thought that no matter what the outcome was, he would be able to accept it calmly, face it calmly, and not be burdened by love.

But.

What was the sudden throbbing pain in my heart in that dream just now?

The heart was like the jade card, she threw it into the lotus pond, the water splashed, sank to the bottom of the lake, and was slowly covered by the cold silt for the rest of his life, until he was unable to beat under the unbearable weight, and then he was freed.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face fiercely.

He began to realize that along the way, as he became more familiar with the world, the more memories were awakened, and the closer he got to her, the deeper the bond became.

Those memories that I thought were a walk have now been deeply imprinted in my mind.

It's like liquor in the throat, spring rain in the soil, and rivers into the sea.

It's not just about Qingjun's memory, her memory is an introduction, or rather a fuse, that speeds up and makes herself aware of this change.

Those inherited memories are now as if they were my own experience...... Or rather...... It's a memory!

I thought I was a reborn person, and the appearance and name of this body were the same as my own, and at first it was just a coincidence, but how to explain the heartache just now, how can the inherited memories make people so profound, as if they had experienced it personally.

How can there be so many coincidences?

There is only one of the largest.

The self is the original body, and the original body is the self.

It's just that the memories of the previous life have awakened and occupied the dominance.

Whereas, personality is shaped by memory.

The personality of the previous life directly overlays the personality of this life, resulting in the difference between the previous and previous personalities, but now with the digestion of memories, the two have been merged and unified.

And the personality of the previous life, that is, the current me, faced with Qingjun's memory, my senses were completely different from this life, so my heart hurt.

So, I am who I am.

I'm the ...... The one who lost Qingjun.

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Outside the window, a melodious sound of the piano was heard.

It's like a dream, it's endless.

Not only did it not destroy the silence of the night, but it made the moonlight even more lonely.

Zhao Rong slowly came back to his senses, had no intention of sleeping, walked to the desk, spread paper and ink.

As soon as I lifted the pen, I forgot to speak.

turned to practice calligraphy, only to write down four words, then frowned and stopped writing.

The mind is uncertain, and the pen is unstable.

Zhao Rong felt something.

He put down the brush, lifted a pot of wine, with big sleeves and long swings, praised his clothes and belts, and put on his shoes without shoes, pushed the door and went out to find the sound of the piano.