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The middle-aged man's eyes were no longer chaotic from before, and finally there was a trace of imperceptible waves in his eyes that seemed to have been dead for more than a hundred years.

"If you go back a hundred years ago, would you still be picking lotus here?"

He muttered to himself, his voice soft, torn apart by the swift wind around him.

A hundred years ago, this was not the Zhongxing place of Beilai, there was only a small Sumeru Temple, and there were no dead wood Zen monks in Sumeru Temple, nor did there be any Beilai dragon vein, and there was only a small village called Xiejia Village.

The village is peaceful, and everyone has no quarrel with the world.

The middle-aged man quickly came back to his senses, and then seemed to think of something, this time he did not deliberately slow down his pace and wait for Jiang Yangsheng, but his figure was in a trance, and when it was clear, he had already appeared in another part of the twilight mountain, where there was a mountain village.

The village is not big, built by the mountain, standing at the entrance of the village, looking at it, full of beautiful colors and food, if it is in the middle of summer, the mountains are full of green oil, the clouds are steaming, it is like a paradise.

The village is full of less than fifty households, belonging to the kind of trivial things can be passed from the head of the village to the small village at the end of the village, the outside of the village is the strange traffic, in late autumn, the mountains are full of fallen leaves, many dilapidated farmhouses nestled together with each other, the traffic here is blocked, for many years, except for the small novice and the old monk who enter the mountain to practice meditation in the Sumeru Temple, it is difficult to see the figure of outsiders, and the people in the village rarely go outside the mountains.

Poverty is the constant rhythm of life here.

A hundred years ago, here came out of a beautiful woman, the woman's surname is Xie, the figure is graceful, by a person who came to the North Lai Sumeru Temple in the Buddha of the Great Zhou Dynasty to see the lotus picking scene in the lotus pond on the top of the twilight mountain, at that time shocked the heavens, for a time this has been set up as the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty prince for its beauty poured down, all day long in a trance, sleep and eat uncomfortably.

The Xie family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

Even though this prince, who is highly favored in the court, has seen countless beauties, he still thinks about this lotus picking girl who met by chance in the lotus pond of the twilight mountain.

This lotus picking girl's name is Xie Shuiyu, she has lived in Xiejia Village since she was a child, and has never walked out of the twilight mountain, she is twenty years old, and she is in the prime of spring, and there is an endless stream of people who come and go to the old Xie family to propose relatives, and even the threshold has been broken, but unfortunately they are all rejected by the old Xie family one by one, and those young people who are thinking about Xie Shui can't figure it out, why does such a woman who looks like a country and a city not marry?

No one will know that every time Xie Shuiyu picks lotus in the twilight mountain lotus, there will be a white dress standing on the shore in the distance holding the book in his hand and silently peeking at her, Xie Shuiyu is very clear in his heart, every time she rocks the boat rippling in the clear lake water, or sits on the head of the boat and bare feet in the water quietly fiddling with the thick lotus canopy in her hand, or holding the boat quickly through a leafy lotus bush, sometimes picking a lotus flower in the palm of her hand, sometimes a heavy heart is to take a handful of lake water and drink down.

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island.

The sunset of the twilight mountain is always the red of the fire, in the evening, the clouds around the twilight mountain will want to be ignited, the red is bright and bright, the woods are shady, the birds fly back, the song is up and down, only at this time, the lotus girl Xie Shui Song will be leisurely, take a sneak look, the white shirt sitting on the bluestone slab by the water in the distance is still buried in reading, it seems to sense Xie Shuiyu's gaze, the white shirt raised his head, and looked at each other, the two of them looked at each other as if they were being electrified and hurriedly dodged, the man in the white shirt was embarrassed, but he never spoke, and turned the pages of the book in a panic。

Xie Shuiyu secretly worries every time, what fun can he read from boring books like this every day?

Thinking of this, Xie Shuiyu's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of vinegar, and she couldn't help but look down at the mirror-like water, and the other end of the water surface was extremely beautiful.

Purple stems and waves, red lotus and lotus. The green house is covered with greenery, and the yellow snail is plain. Xie Shuiyu leaned over and gently broke a lotus flower, and the entire lotus plant trembled lightly, and a little dew shook on the green branches and leaves that never dissipated. She exhaled lightly, looked back at the white lotus root and lotus canopy loaded in the boat, and a comfortable smile was on her face.

She shook the oars a few times, stood barefoot at the head of the boat, watched the boat row ripples on the calm water surface of the lotus pond, two frightened dragon carp under the water surface lingered and sympathetic to swim to other places under the lotus leaves to take refuge, farther on the water, two mandarin ducks wrapped around their necks and playing in the water, so uncomfortable, the mountains in the distance, the morning sun and the sunset, the weather is thousands, the shadows of the trees are mottled nearby, the breeze is coming, and there is a scholar under the tree.

What Xie Shui Yu didn't know was the thoughts in the heart of this white-shirted reader, he wanted to woo her again after the gold list nomination, he didn't want this woman to see the scene of his lost soul, the title of the gold list, the only way for the scholars of the Han Sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty to be the only one like him's 'wild carp' who had little hope of jumping over, he wanted to tell her his heart when he returned to his hometown in the most glorious way, and sang the ballad "Alluring the Country and the City" for her.

Xie Shuiyu has been picking lotus canopy in the lotus pond for several years, this man in white is also reading the sage book on the top of the twilight mountain for several years, and he will accompany him forever, sometimes the two meet, without words, the man in white nods and smiles, Xie Shuiyu's cheeks are flying, and they will tremble for a long time when they secretly glance at each other.

When Xie Shuiyu was twenty years old, the crown prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to Sumeru Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, but he inadvertently saw a woman picking lotus on the top of the twilight mountain, and he made up his mind to include her in the palace.

The man in white clearly remembered the last time he saw Xie Shuiyu on the top of the twilight mountain.

Still on the boat, but this time on the boat is not a fat lotus canopy, but the sorrow that can not be carried, and the sunset of that day is surprisingly not red and gorgeous, the lotus is not so enchanting and swaying, the woman on the boat seems to have no spirit, she is dressed in a big red robe, standing on the side of the boat, the breeze blows slowly, the hair is not taken care of, the man in the white shirt is also surprisingly not reading, sitting on the bluestone slab by the pool, the slate is full of moss, wet and wet, the lake is shaking, the pool is full of fire lotus rustling sound, indescribable quiet。

Xie Shuiyu sat on the boat for a whole day, a few days ago she saw the Erection Mink Temple with the holy decree in her hand, the old eunuch's voice was like a cat and mouse, the voice line was thin and long, but the tone of the voice was not the slightest room for maneuver, this holy decree almost knocked down Xie Shuiyu like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

She was just expressionless and silent, and after Erian Mink left, she heard the sigh of helplessness from his parents.

The man in the white shirt had been staring at the clear lake, not knowing what he was thinking, he seemed to have noticed something unusual, and that day he took out a flute made of green bamboo from his waist for the first time, and there were several bamboo leaves with dew drops hanging on the flute, which was verdant.

The man in the white shirt put the flute to his mouth and played a tune gently, it may be the first time to play this tune, the man in the white shirt has been out of tune several times, but every time he was forced back in a panic, the song is not very novel, it is one of the most common tunes in Beilai, but the song "Alluring the Country and the City" played under the big tree and on the bluestone slab that day left an eternal regret in Xie Shuiyu's heart.

That day, Xie Shuiyu picked a large lotus flower, put it on the water surface, the lotus petals were pink and tender, exuding a rich fragrance, and floated to the front of the man in white shirt along the ripples.

And you grow old, and you always make me resentful. Qi has a shore, and Xi has a pan.

But where is there so much wishful thinking in this world, after all, it is the emperor's order that cannot be disobeyed!

Xie Shuiyu was obsessed with hearing it, the unwillingness on her face disappeared, only calmness and composure remained, her heart was no longer afraid, and what should come would come after all.

This is our fate!

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On the evening of that day a hundred years ago, after listening to the last tune, Xie Shuiyu left Dusan in tears, left Beirae, and came to Gyeonggi. Began the life of Houmen in the courtyard of the deep house.

The fall of the mulberry, its yellow and falling, the soup soup, the gradual car drapery.

Everyone in the world said that Hou Men was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

Xie Shuiyu began the most dull life in her life, before the age of eighteen, she held a boat alone in the vast lotus pond to pick lotus, alone, feeling lonely. At the age of eighteen, she was walking alone in the lotus pond at the same time, and she was always sitting in a white shirt in the distance, but her heart was no longer lonely.

Since we can't stay together, let's forget about each other.

In the palace of the prince, Xie Shuiyu saw the beginning and end of the man's chaos and abandonment and love the new and dislike the old, in the huge and empty palace, there are dozens of stunning beauties, the owner of this palace is the crown prince who calls for wind and rain in the capital, Xie Shuiyu from a poor family is incompatible with the other concubines who are also raised in this palace, and he has been excluded for a long time, Xie Shuiyu has never taken these to heart, she doesn't care whether she has a name, she doesn't care if she has freedom, her heart has always been concerned about the white clothes that are studying seriously on the bluestone slab on the top of the twilight mountain。

That day, that is, the day when Xie Shuiyu was secretly sent to the capital, the man in white shirt who had always thought that reading was the only way for a 'wild carp' like him to leap into the dragon gate, burned a whole dozen bookboxes of sage books on the top of the twilight mountain, what kind of bullshit sage, but it was just a tool that the emperor would use to 'take the head of foolishness', and the man in white shirt was still sitting on the bluestone slab, watching the fly ash drift in the air little by little, falling into a pool of water, and the lotus flowers were swaying, still so bewitching.

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