A sedan chair "squeaked" to the foot of Lishan Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an.

Yin Wenjiao opened the sedan curtain, stepped off the sedan chair, and climbed the mountain together with the support of the maid Qiuyue, and an hour later, the panting two finally climbed to the top of Lishan Mountain------ the top of Jiulong.

On the top of the mountain, the mountains and rivers of Lishan are like daisies, and the autumn is high and refreshing. However, at this time, Yin Wenjiao had long since lost the Yaxing to enjoy the autumn scenery of Lishan.

There is a platform on the top of the mountain, Yin Wenjiao and Qiu Yue sat down and gasped for a while, drank a sip of water, and continued to walk towards the ancestral temple of Lishan Baosha not far away.

Entered the ancestral temple, the scenery inside is still the same, the pine and cypress stand upright in the autumn wind, the ancestral hall of the ancestor of the Chinese people, Fuxi, Nuwa, is located in the middle of the ancestral temple, glanced at the ancestral hall that is a little old, observed the couplets on the two pillars, Yin Wenjiao stepped into the door of the ancestral hall.

The statues of Fuxi and Nuwa, the ancestors of the Chinese people, are enshrined in the center of the ancestral hall, standing side by side, and have been worshiped and worshiped by the Chinese people and many believers for many years.

As usual, Zhu Gaoxiang was invited, Yin Wenjiao lifted the pleated skirt, knelt down on her knees, folded her jade hands, and worshiped reverently, worshiped Fuxi, and then worshiped Nuwa Niangniang.

At this time, Yin Wenjiao closed her eyes, bowed three times, opened her mouth slightly, and gently recited the words in her mouth: "Nuwa Niangniang is above, back then, Nuwa Niangniang gave me Yin Wenjiao a good marriage, so that the little woman matched Ruyi Langjun Chen Guangrui, after getting married, the little woman came to Niangniang to repay her vows, and offered incense. Now that my husband has passed away, the little woman Yin Wenjiao's great revenge has been avenged, and her wish has been fulfilled, and she is willing to follow her deceased husband Chen Guangrui......"

Today, the little woman Yin Wenjiao prayed for her mother's blessing for the last time: the little woman voluntarily followed her deceased husband and had nothing to do with others. After I died, I prayed that Nuwa Niangniang would bless my family with a safe and disaster-free life, and that my parents would live a long life and be in good health. My son Chen Yuan, kind by nature, open-minded and strong, the little woman does not ask my son to be a high-ranking official in the future, but to ask my son to live a safe life......"

After praying, Yin Wenjiao kowtowed a few more times, then left the futon on the ground, stood up, and let out a long breath, her heart was extremely calm: I Yin Wenjiao remembered a few things that were finally done, and I went with peace of mind.

"Qiuyue, you go and invite a few pillars of high incense to come, I will have another use later. Yin Wenjiao said to Qiuyue, a maid not far away.

"Yes, Miss. Qiu Yue immediately responded.

After worshipping, taking advantage of the maid autumn moon to ask Gao Xiang again, Yin Wenjiao walked in the main hall of the ancestral hall, while looking at the monuments, watching the mural stories of Fuxi and Nuwa, while touching the scene, and recalling the encounter with her husband Chen Guangrui's ancestral temple, the past is vivid, as if it was yesterday.

It was in this place that day......

The nerd Chen Guangrui pretended to admire the murals on the wall, but he was peeping at himself, thinking that he didn't know, who would have thought that he had also peeked at the nerd several times. At that time, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes: he was in his prime, handsome and unparalleled, this was the first image he met Chen Guangrui, and then, the two of them had a face-to-face face, a talent in one phoenix eye, and a beautiful woman in one eye, and he and the nerd were quite eye-catching at first sight.

Thinking of this, a smile tugged at the corner of Yin Wenjiao's mouth, and a girlish shyness crept up onto her handsome face.

"Miss, Gao Xiang is here. A crisp voice from the maid Qiuyue interrupted Yin Wenjiao's happy memories.

"Oh, okay. Yin Wenjiao came back to her senses. "Then let's go down the mountain. ”

"All right, miss. Qiu Yue replied.

Soon, Yin Wenjiao and Qiuyue's master and servant returned to the foot of the mountain.

Yin Wenjiao still sat on the sedan chair, the sedan chair drivers lifted the sedan chair, and the sun had just set, and the group went home along the road they came.

Walking to the bank of the Weishui River, Yin Wenjiao opened the sedan curtain and said to several sedan chair drivers in Yin's house: "Stop the sedan chair!"

Several palanquin drivers heard the eldest lady speak, and stopped the sedan chair according to the words, and it stopped on the shore of Weishui.

"Miss, who are you?" the maid Qiuyue was puzzled, so she stepped forward and asked.

"Qiuyue, today is the seventh and a half months, and I want to pay tribute to my deceased husband and sister Chunhua here. Yin Wenjiao got off the sedan chair and said to Qiu Yue.

"That's... Well, Mademoiselle, be careful, the riverbank here is slippery. Qiu Yue hesitated for a moment and said immediately.

"Okay, I'll take notice, you guys wait here. ”

What Qiu Yue and the Yin Mansion sedan chair drivers didn't notice was that a trace of determination flashed on Yin Wenjiao's pretty face.

After that, Yin Wenjiao walked forward with a few pillars of high incense in her hand, and stopped a hundred meters away from Qiuyue.

On the shore of Weishui, the autumn breeze is bleak, and the autumn mood is clear.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the beauty is gone.

Under the sunset, a handsome, thin, and lonely woman is independent on the bank of the Weishui River.

Yin Wenjiao lit a pillar of high incense and worshiped in the air:

"Sister Chunhua, my good sister! Eighteen years ago, you were killed by Liu Hong and Li Biao, and my sister lived secretly in order to take revenge. Now that Liu Hong has been ambushed, your big enemy sister has helped you avenge it. Sister Chunhua, sister will follow, and we will be a pair of good sisters underground. ”

After that, Yin Wenjiao burned a sacrificial text that had been prepared a long time ago, and took out the Monkey King, the noodle man he loved before the spring flowers, and threw it into Weishui.

Lighting a pillar of high incense again, Yin Wenjiao's face was sad, looking at the direction of the Hongjiang ferry back then, and worshipping her deceased husband Chen Guangrui from afar.

"Guangrui, my poor husband! Eighteen years ago, you and I were very affectionate, and we also agreed with each other to hold the hand of our son and grow old with our son! Who knew that the will of heaven made people, and the catastrophe at the Hongjiang Ferry became the farewell of my husband and wife! For eighteen years, I have been humiliated and humiliated for my wife, and endured in every possible way, in order to find an opportunity to take revenge, in order to give our child a safe birth into the world...... Yin Wenjiao said to herself, while burning the sacrificial text for her deceased husband.

"Over the years, I have been bitter in my heart for my wife, but who knows the bitterness in my heart? Eighteen years, you and I have been separated by yin and yang, and we have missed each other but can't see each other, so we can only meet in that dream...... " At this time, Yin Wenjiao was already crying.

"Husband, the thief Liu Hong who killed you has been cut by my father with a thousand knives, and your great revenge has been avenged. Our child has been born safely, his wife has named him Chen Yuan, and now our Yuan'er has grown up, is eighteen years old, and he also worships the famous temple Jinshan Temple Elder Fa Ming as a teacher. ”

"Now, my wish has come true, and I have no worries in my heart. Guangrui, don't go far in the spirit of the sky, as a wife, I will come to you immediately and meet you underground!"

After that, Yin Wenjiao choked back tears, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, solemnly held the white and flawless jade pendant given by her husband Chen Guangrui in her dream in the palm of her hand, and put this jade pendant on her cheek, carefully feeling the delicate warmth of the mutton fat jade pendant. Then, Yin Wenjiao jumped into the Weishui River!

Suddenly, the turbulent river instantly submerged Yin Wen's delicate and emaciated jade body, and a woman of peerless elegance died in a fragrant and beautiful ......

"No!

"No !!"

A hundred meters away, Qiu Yue was hoarse and extremely sad, her knees knelt down involuntarily, and rows of tears dripped silently.