Episs. 41: Splashing the fragrance of tea, it was only ordinary at that time 1

The body is a very wonderful container. When the soul is in it, it can feel the cold and heat of the container, bear its pain, and resonate with it when it is happy.

When the soul is separated from the body, it feels close to **, and it is not entirely **. It will be afraid, but more confused.

He still remembers the old house at dusk, how he felt when he found that he was dead - at a loss, endless at a loss.

After burning, the broken wall of the wall was dark, and the slender plum trees of the tall soap-horn trees in the courtyard were left with bare branches, and the ground was covered with blood drying into purple-red marks. The broken sword halberd and broken magic weapons were still wet, and the lead-gray sky had just ended mourning.

Where will you go?

Suddenly, for some reason, even the soul lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes again, she lay on the cold and wet bluestone floor. Her body covered her body and was completely stiff.

He was sure that he had died at that moment, but he survived. If he had to ask why, it was probably the power of the dead soul resentment. As the youngest child in the family, if he survives, there is still enough possibility to take revenge, and before the disaster, his grandfather had sent a voice for thousands of miles and pleaded with the owner of the Fuqin Palace to come to help.

"It's still a step late..." A strange voice came to his ears. In this silent dusk, it was particularly clear. The sound like warm water seemed to slightly awaken the body's consciousness, and he felt pain.

"What?" The footsteps approached with an exclamation, and then he was picked up.

It was a man who looked like he was only in his early thirties. His facial features were straight but his eyes were gentle. He hugged himself in his arms and stroked his forehead.

The source of the pain is there. I don't know how deep the wound is. All I can feel is the cold blood flowing down my cheeks.

"Can you survive with such a serious injury? The people of the Wei family are really deeply resentful..."

The man took out the Jinchuang medicine he brought with him and poured it on his wound, and then made him sit cross-legged on the ground to dredge his muscles again.

When the body gradually has temperature and perception, the feeling of rebirth from death becomes clear. When you think of the death you feel in a moment, your body can't help trembling. And the man also thought that he trembled because his whole body was soaked, and held him in his arms to keep him warm. At this time, he looked at his mother who was still lying on the ground, and suddenly couldn't remember whether the temperature in his arms was so hot.

"You may be sick for a while, but you have to be grateful for the rain. If it doesn't rain in time, you will be burned to death again if you are alive." The man picked him up and was about to leave when a shadow suddenly flashed under the eaves.

The almost transparent figure of the young woman flashed in the corridor and seemed to stop talking. She was wearing a blue dress with a white background, and her simply tied up bun did not even use a hairpin. Her nihilistic hand was supported on the pillar and looked at the courtyard from afar.

"Are you...?" The man asked doubtfully.

The young woman did not self-identified her identity, but just bowed deeply to him: "In the future, I will ask the palace master to take care of it for me. The slave family is ashamed to repay it. If it can be used by the palace lord, I will not shirk it."

The man suddenly realized: "It turned out to be madam, rude and rude. Please rest assured, Mrs. Ji will try her best to take good care of the widow of the Wei family. Is your name Tan Yi?" The last question was to him.

He didn't answer, just squeezed his mouth and looked at him.

"There is also a ruthless invitation from the slave family. I hope the master of the palace can complete it." The young woman whispered.

"Madam, please speak."

The young woman worshiped again: "Tan Yi is still young, but the slave family can no longer accompany him. There is a plaything that does not leave Tan Yi in the Fuling courtyard room. I hope the palace owner will bring it to me so that I can accompany him."

The man readily agreed, asked the direction and went to Fulingyuan. He was still silent and never looked back.

If you know that this is a farewell, you may cry and refuse to leave. Why did you refuse to look back at her at that moment? Why did you refuse to call her mother again? I regretted thousands of times, but I still couldn't find the answer.

***

Looking at the strange green on the veil, Wei Tanyi seemed to have a wry smile. Time is really running out, and maybe he has to let go?

"What's wrong with you?" Although Han Ruxu, who was walking beside him, asked like this, he didn't really realize that something big had happened, just because he suddenly stopped and felt strange.

"It's okay. Keep looking."

After Ji Yufu and Rong Yao Xi both left the capital, Yuan Shu stubbornly wanted to stay, saying that there would be some chores that needed to be taken care of after the store. Since he was determined to serve the young master, he should start in front of him, so he stayed in Yuezhai despite the repeated persuasion of Wei Tanyi.

If he doesn't want to stay, he is considering his plan and the relationship between him and Han Ruxu, but they are still at ease these days. Han Ruxu is very interesting and nosy, and Yuan Shu is much more sensible than before.

However, today, for some reason, Yuan Shu went out early in the morning and never came back, and the Shishen sent out was nowhere to be found, so Wei Tanyi had to go out to look for it in person. It was just an accident to meet Han Ruxu who returned home halfway. It was unexpected that he volunteered to find it together, but the two of them were better than one person. No matter how powerful Wei Tanyi was, and even Shishen's whereabouts were unknown, he had to turn to ordinary people.

The hazy dusk sky is as dark as charred wood, but the snow is dazzling, which makes people don't know where to look.

After vomiting and bleeding, Wei Tanyi felt that his fingertips were a little numb, and his steps slowed down. The dull man in front of him complained dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter? You're looking for someone. Why are you so absent-minded?"

Wei Tanyi clenched the spitting veil in the palm of his hand and reluctantly maintained an indifferent smile: "Lord Han, if you are in a hurry to go home, you don't have to accompany him. You can go first."

"Crazy." Han Ruqi cursed and continued to walk forward.

Not far away, a familiar face suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, and Han Ruqi was so shocked that he almost turned around and fled. The person who can make him timid will not be someone else, but the happy night that has left him a long shadow.

" Mr. Wei," she said leisurely with a sarcastic smile at the corners of her mouth, "The Lord has been waiting for a long time."

Wei Tanyi approached silently and didn't bother to look at her: "Take the way."

Han Ruqi looked confused on the side: "Where are you going?"

"The Lord said that if you meet Lord Han, you will call him up. Is Lord Han coming?"

"Where is your master's last name now? Why should I follow you!"

Le Liangye turned around and sneered at him: "The name of the Lord is not what you and I can call. As for where it is now, I can answer you. The Lord is now in the micro palace."

Your Majesty? She actually served the current emperor, Emperor Xuanping? Han Ruxu was so surprised that he couldn't speak at all. He saw her turn around. Yun Danfeng said softly, "The Lord also said that if Lord Han doesn't come, he doesn't have to come again."

Wei Tanyi was walking in the front alone, but he couldn't help looking back, as if to see what he was going to do.

"Go and go. I'm afraid you won't." Han Ruxu changed the scabbard to his left hand and followed angrily.

Le Liangye's smile deepened, and then looked at Wei Tanyi, with a deep expression. However, Wei Tanyi lowered his eyes as if he didn't see it.

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Original poem: "Wanxi Sha", sleep heavily by the wine, and the gambling book smells of tea. At that time, it was only common.