Chu Xue offered tea and stood nearby with her head lowered. Song Yuchuo asked casually: "Did Shunyi fall ill a few days ago? Why haven't we seen her at the Double Ninth Festival banquet?"

She was beaming with joy and seemed to be trying to calm down her mood, saying: "The master can't help but be troubled and has many worries. He always gets sick for a few days when the season changes. Su Shunyi is very worried!"

As soon as he heard what Zhuo Xue said, he sent away another maid in the palace. Zhuo Xue was the maid that Xie Chang'an had followed from her natal family. He had not met her yet and asked, "Sister Ning, does she go to the Tai Chi Palace every day?"

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Zhuo Xue sighed and said: "I went to Tai Chi Hall in the early morning of the moon and returned at dusk. The day is like this."

The Taiji Hall worships the ancestors of the royal family and conducts routine blessing and sacrificial activities. There are few pedestrians on weekdays. In the early morning of this day, Song Yuchuo came here as soon as he left his house. When he opened a window, a rich aroma hit his nostrils, which made people sigh.

: What does this smell like? Is it the aroma of tea? Suddenly, I remembered the wish that Xie Changan once talked with Song Yuchuo. The celadon tea cup on the lotus-shaped tray was curling up with watery white mist. Song Yuchuo smiled helplessly and bitterly.

Zhuo Xue couldn't hide her worried look, and knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Miss is weak, but she still insists on kneeling under Tai Chi for one day. Her health is getting worse and worse, and she is not allowed to send anyone to see her from the Tai Chi Hospital. She refuses to accept the persuasion of the servants, as if she is possessed by a demon.

.If Su Shunyi has something on her mind, please go and give her advice."

Xie Changan prayed in a way that almost killed him, and his soul was indeed possessed.

The autumn leaves outside the main hall are withered, but the Tai Chi Palace is still full of green. The pines and cypresses along the road are evergreen, but there is an air of twilight, and there are no traces of weeds in the courtyard. This shows that the palace people are dedicated to sweeping away the wrath of the public.

.In such a quiet season, Song Yuchuo came to Xidi Village at the foot of Qingliang Mountain. This is an ancient village with a history of thousands of years. It does not have many buildings and decorations. Except for an ancient and quiet stone road. The only thing

The color is that of several pots of white chrysanthemums used for decoration, and the withered petals are like scattered residual snow, adding to the desolation.

Qinxue was waiting outside. Xie Changan must be in the hall. Song Yuchuo asked her to be silent and then left Biru outside the hall. He held on to the door frame and stepped over the knee-high gate railing of Tai Chi Hall.

Tai Chi Hall is majestic and spectacular. The main hall is empty. The pillars are carved with patterns like dragons and clouds. They are dense and dense without leaving any gaps. The ferocious dragon seems to be about to extend its sharp claws, scaring people into silence.

Zhelan. "This is the last legacy left by Song Yuchuo's ancestors to Song Yuchuo!" Xie Chang'an said, "Song Yuchuo is Chinese and a descendant of Yan and Huang..." His voice was very gentle. "Yes! This is Chinese culture. Tai Chi

There was no worship in the hall, so only three ever-bright lamps hanging high on the beams were lit. The lights were dim, and the figures were dim and dim, outlining Xie Changan's delicate silhouette.

The imperial dynasty strongly advocated the supremacy of Taoism, which respected Taoism and suppressed Buddhism. Therefore, the center of the main hall of Taiji Hall was dedicated to heaven and earth, while on both sides were the rankings of ancestors from ancient times to the present. Xie Changan knelt in front of heaven and earth, blessing and praising.

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to praying, and did not hear Song Yuchuo's gentle footsteps. Song Yuchuo slowly approached her. The hall was silent, except for a long light that made a "beep" sound from time to time. Her subtle voice

Song Yuchuo heard his prayers clearly.

She was afraid of being overheard by others, so her small prayers were all spoken in the Yuezhou dialect for a long time. They were as lingering as the gurgling stream in Yuezhou, but she made a wish but was filled with grief.

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 the one who would take the test. She said: "If you want to be the number one scholar, Song Yuchuo will die for you; if Song Yuchuo wants to be a high official, you will send Song Yuchuo out." Go!" The elder brother said: "Song Yuchuo will send you there! She promised with ten years of life, why is she so insistent, obviously they can't be together, and her brother's good or bad has nothing to do with her.

It seems that Xie Changan is the figure he once had. At first, Song Yuchuo was willing to bear the blame and exchange his death for Doctor Shen. However, fate made a joke with Song Yuchuo: when he was detained and examined, Song Yuchuo was still there He was on duty in the hospital. At that time, Song Yuchuo had already had a dream. The dream was so beautiful and short-lived that it was hard to let go. Thinking about it now, these thoughts were like a stream flowing on the stone beach, coupled with a subtle heartache, There was no trace left. Just when Song Yuchuo was about to let go, Xie Changan seemed to be stuck in the quagmire.

Song Yuchuo reached out and tried to hold her shoulder to persuade her, but the hand hung in the air and did not fall down after all. She said: "What are you thinking about? Song Yuchuo doesn't want to see you again!" Song Yuchuo didn't speak, just looked at her silently. She As she spoke, a smile appeared on her face. Song Yuchuo knew that she must have something on her mind. Song Yuchuo knew that the person she admired was Song Yuchuo's younger brother. Once, Song Yuchuo wanted the two of them to get along. From Song Yuchuo's point of view, it was not convincing at all. ability.

Song Yuchuo pulled away and wanted to leave. He wrapped himself in a cloak and straightened his loose scarf. After listening to Xie Changan quietly added, if he didn't dislike Song Yuchuo's greed, please give him another daughter.

Song Yuchuo sighed, maybe giving her daughter to Xie Changan would be able to pull her heart away from hopeless love.

Kids, maybe there is one kid who is really awesome.

Song Yuchuo stepped out of the palace gate, and there was a thin layer of snow floating in the gray sky. Biru said: "It's snowing. Shunyi must come back early to avoid the slippery road!"

Song Yuchuo was noncommittal and shook his head. The snowflakes fell on Song Yuchuo's palms. There was a numb feeling and finally turned into a puddle of water.

The night is like ink and the snowflakes are light? "Last night, Song Yuchuo dreamed of you." "In the dream, there was a beautiful woman named Song Yuchuo. She is your daughter." "Did you dream of her?" Snow fell on the yard. The trees inside were imitated, the Buddha was covered with plain silk, silver charcoal without smoke was burning in the hall, and a stick of styrax was lit, and Song Yuchuo fell asleep.

It was a vaguely April afternoon, filled with the fragrance of wisteria. The young Song Yuchuo was leaning on his father's knee, wearing an ordinary Gebu floral dress and a double-ring bun made of blue cloth. His father sat on an elm folding table. Sitting on the Grand Master's chair, he closed his eyes slightly. There was a gentleness and calmness in his eyes, like a gentle elder. Song Yuchuo sat down in front of him, and he stood up and said to Song Yuchuo: "Song Yuchuo wanted to go see the mountains. At that time The sun was shining down, the courtyard was mottled like gold, and it was so quiet that you could clearly hear the sound of falling flowers. Only then did Song Yuchuo really fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the brilliance of the hospital was shrouded in haze, and in the heavy rain, both father and brother disappeared like clouds in the sky. The father's figure gradually disappeared in the rain curtain, but his voice still sounded clearly - "Song Yuchuo has been waiting for you for a long time! Song Yuchuo has been waiting for several days..." "Really?" Song Yuchuo raised his head. Song Yuchuo stood blankly in the sound of rain, and saw a young man in the distance holding an umbrella and holding the door. , In the tall figure, Song Yuchuo vaguely felt that he had been waiting for that man for a long time.


Chapter completed!