067 Famous

When Nangong Yi asked Murong Xueyan to go out, she was explaining to a newlywed couple who came to draw portraits. He waited patiently without disturbing. He remembered the portraits of her staying in the royal palace for no reason. Her painting skills are not very proficient, but her painting is so divine and perfect. At this moment, looking at her smile and blessings to others, he suddenly hoped that there would be such an opportunity for the painter to draw a happy moment between him and Murong Xueyan.

He waited quietly for a long time until she finished explaining and found his existence.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Murong Xueyan didn't mean to ignore him. She was really busy just now and didn't pay attention to the door.

"It's okay." Nangong smiled enough. She looks very charming when she works hard, with a confident smile, an amiable expression, and nothing like a little daughter.

"What can I do for you?" She has a business-to-do look on her face.

"I have a gift for you."

"Gift?" She doesn't know how many gifts she has received from him these days.

Sometimes, he doesn't know where to fold a few plum blossoms, tie them into a bunch of red thread and give them to her, put a note in the middle of the flowers, and write some love poems or something. Sometimes, he will get tickets for the puppet show in the north of the city and take her to watch the puppet show together. Sometimes, he will use a dagger to make some. Kitten and rabbit or something, give it to her as a gift...

In the heavy snow all over the sky, he took her to the open field and took out an ugly puppet in front of her. The puppet was carved into the image of a woman, and he said that its name was Murong Xueyan.

"No, am I that ugly?" Murong Xueyan looked at the little puppet with dissatisfaction. Her round and fat face and eyes narrowed into a line are completely inconsistent with her beautiful and glorious image!

"I just hope you are as happy as it is. Look, she is smiling. How cute she is. Nangong Yi took the puppet, "However, if you don't like it, I'll throw it away and engrave another one."

"Forget it. Carving such a thing will definitely make you stay up all night again, right?" Murong Xueyan took the puppet and looked at Nangong Yi.

"For you, what if you don't sleep for a few days?"

It's another set of love words... Murong Xueyan tried to ignore it and regarded it as unheard of.

"Xueer, are you really not going to forgive me?" Nangong Yi looked at Murong Xueyan with a calm face.

"I have forgiven you for a long time. At the beginning, we believe that people are different, and their positions are naturally different. You believe in your own childhood sweetheart, and I also believe in my best friend. Things will end up like that. I don't want to, and you don't want to. After all, the child belongs to both of us.

"In this case, why don't you nod until now?"

"After that incident, I realized the fact that no matter how deep the love between us is, there is always a Yan noble concubine in the middle."

"No, she will never appear between us again. I have seen my heart clearly for a long time. From beginning to end, you are the only one I really care about. And she..." He raised his hand and took a snowflake. "It's an emotional habit, just like this snowflake, which disappears as soon as it falls. I thought I caught it, but in fact, the so-called 'catch' is an illusion.

Nangong Yi, maybe one day you will also know that the relationship between us is like this snowflake flying all over the sky. No matter how thick it is, it will eventually turn into water and disappear.

What is it that will be eternal?

Murong Xueyan catches the snowflakes and smiles at Nangong Yi.

"The road is full of hidden fragrance, in the snowy sea. The plum blossoms are still there. Where can I find the snowy sea? Suddenly, she remembered the ending of Xiang Xuehai and Shangguan Haoqi in the TV series Flying Immortals. The ending was sad and beautiful. In a sea of fragrant snow, he held her in his arms and stood sadly. Her body turned into nothingness in his hand, and the petals dissipated in the wilderness... At that time, Shangguan Haoqi read this poem. That's why she remembered this poem.

In the 21st century, I faintly fantasized about such a sad and beautiful love. Only when she really experienced it did she know that what she yearned for more was warmth.

"The years are quiet, and the world is stable", such an emotional realm makes her feel warm and fuller.

"Do you remember the Su Wu we talked about? Such a man is a man who loves his married wife so deeply. Nangong Yi provoked the topic.

"When you are husband and wife, there is no doubt about love." Murong Xueyan read this poem again. Du Lanruo also read this poem to the emperor. Unfortunately, none of them did it.

"How's the preparation for Jia Wanliang?" Without waiting for Nangong Yi's answer, Murong Xueyan changed the topic.

"It's only been a day. Do you think I can fly?" Nangong Yi said, "I'm about to tell you that we are going to Xiangguo Temple in the afternoon."

"I know this." Murong Xueyan nodded and agreed.

2

As Nangong Yi heard in advance, in the afternoon, Yang, the ninth wife of Jia Wanliang, went to Xiangguo Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

Yang's family is not favored in Jia's family. In those years, she would marry Jia Wanliang because after her marriage, she accidentally met Jia Wanliang on the street. Jia Wanliang fell in love with her and intended to take her as a concubine. As a new woman, she naturally disagreed. Later, Jia Wan and the two factions beat her husband and broke one of his legs, making it difficult for him to move. Moreover, he threatened her with her husband's life, forcing her to break up with her husband and marry Jia's house.

She married Jia Wanliang against her heart, but she couldn't forget her ex-husband. She has been too cold and slow. After entering the door for less than half a year, Jia Wanliang lost interest in her, a wooden man, and rarely went in and out of her room. She doesn't care about the person she doesn't love. The farther he is from her, the more happy she is! Other wives and concubines used their own means to compete for favor. The eaves of Jia's house were filled with smoke all day long, and she, like Yuan, the original wife who was dedicated to chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall, was a bystander isolated from the smoke. She is just a concubine and can't ask too much. Usually in the house, she has nothing to do with the rest of the concubines. She had a son, but died before she was half a year old, which made her lose the motivation to live. The twenty-three-year-old frowned and crawled all over the corners of his eyes, looking like he was thirty years away. After her son's death, she went to Xiangguo Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha on the 15th of every month, becoming more and more indifferent and detached.

It's not that I haven't thought about leaving Jia Wanliang. But where can she go after leaving him? She is already a disjoicing woman, and the whole society will despise her. In her husband's family, it is impossible for her to go back; her mother's family also believes that she is corrupt and will not accept her.

So, she can only survive, without love, hate, no thought, and live as a puppet.

This time, as usual, she only brought a maid and two people. As usual, when she knelt down, the maids were to guard outside the door of the Buddha's hall, and the maids were to accompany her.

She knelt down on the futon. He meditated: "The great merciful and pessimistic Guanyin Bodhisattva, bless my son has been reincarnated, and is reborn in a good family in this life, peace and joy..."

When he opened his eyes, Yang saw that he was replaced by the position of his maid, who was a strange and beautiful girl.

"Who are you? Where's Xiaoxi? Where did she go?

"Mrs. Jia, it doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I have something important to say to you. Murong Xueyan smiled kindly.

Her smile made Yang relax her guard a little and asked her, "What do you want to say to me?"

"Madam, I know that you were a good wife five years ago, and it was Jia Wanliang who forced you to take your wife."

"A good wife? The good wife five years ago died a long time ago. Now what is alive is a shameless woman who abandoned her husband and remarried. Yang laughed at himself.

"Don't you want to get justice for your lifelong disabled ex-husband? And yourself, who is now accused by thousands of people, is despised by tens of thousands of people, and who caused it? Murong Xueyan brought the topic to the right track.

Yang looked at her in surprise, as if surprised how she knew so many facts.

"Madam, I'll tell you my identity now. A few days ago, I was almost forced to marry by Jia Wanliang and became his tenth aunt. Murong Xueyan said his position, "In order to force me to marry him, he arrested my sister and threatened to sell my sister to the brothel. I had no choice but to agree to his request.

"It turns out that the girl's experience is so similar to mine." Yang couldn't help sighing.

Seeing that her words had moved Yang, Murong Xueyan took advantage of the hot iron and said, "Now, the reason why I can stand here is that a kind-hearted chivalrous man saved me. Moreover, the chivalrous man united with a big man with a face here and was ready to denounce Jia Wanliang when Prince Lian came to patrol Beijing a few days later.

"Why don't you go to the magistrate's office?" Yang asked.

"The magistrate has long been angry with Jia Wanliang. When Jia Wanliang sent people to harass me for the first time, I took those people to the government office. Obviously, the evidence was conclusive, but the magistrate finally let all the people go.

"No wonder I had no way to ask..." Yang nodded sadly.

At that time, she was just the age of the girl in front of her, and her experience was much simpler than that of the girl in front of her, and her mind was not as good as her. In addition to beating drums and kowtowed to the magistrate after coming in, she didn't know what else to do. In those years, the magistrate didn't even look at her, but kept whispering to Jia Wan. Now it seems that what happened at that time was that the two of them had a dirty deal in private.

"Prince Lian is famous, and I believe he can be fair for us." Murong Xueyan put her hand on Yang's thin shoulder, "This sister, you just need to tell the truth in court on the day of the trial of the case."

"Of course I know all." Yang nodded and agreed.