073 million thoughts

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"Are you still used to it?" The traceless voice came, with an indescribable sense of warmth and familiarity.

Murong Xueyan slowly opened her eyes and smiled faintly: "It's okay. I don't know what kind of country the Western Song Dynasty is?"

"Today's trend in the world can be said to be four-legged: in terms of military strength, the strongest is naturally our Daqi; from the perspective of economic prosperity, Eastern Wei is the most prosperous; South Vietnam is in the far southern barbarians, with the weakest national strength; while in the Western Song Dynasty, the economy is not as good as the Eastern Wei, and the military is not as good as Daqi. Basically, the national strength is comparable to that of the Eastern Wei. . "

"What's the name of the capital of the Western Song Dynasty?" My voice is dry, and it's extremely hard to say every last sentence.

"Yuanjing. Xue is the surname of the royal family of the Western Song Dynasty. Guo Wumu said an extra sentence.

Xue... Naturally, she knew that Xue was the national surname of the Western Song Dynasty. Three years ago, Xue Xijian, the prince of the Western Song Dynasty, came to Northern Qi to negotiate a big business with Nangong Yi. Moreover, that time, she once performed her voice in the Wanqian Mansion, the purpose of which was also to help Wanqian attract Xue Xijian.

That's all. Don't think about that person anymore. The past has long been annihilated, and with her "death" this time, it has disappeared cleanly.

"Drink a glass of water." He turned around and brought the kettle and handed it to her.

Murong Xueyan took it and drank it with her neck up. The cold water suddenly entered the throat, with a slight chill, but then moistened the dry throat.

"No trace, I really should thank you. Without you, my life might have been desperate long ago.

She sincerely thanked her for her only blue face in this era. Just like the song of the 20th century, too traceless, for her, she is a real confidant.

"This time, do you still want to thank the person who drives outside?" Guo Wuhen said with a smile.

"Sister Yuwen may be a little tired. Let's stop and rest for a while, okay?" Murong Xueyan thought of something and said.

"It's good. Otherwise, that girl will rarely have a chance to drive by herself, and she will definitely toss around endless times. There was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

Murong Xueyan was infected by his joy and smiled. It's great that the hard work that has lasted for many years has finally paid off. Now, Yu Wenshuang has accepted him as the man he used to be regarded as his "brother".

"When will you marry?" Murong Xueyan blinked narrowly and asked.

"Minging is just a formality. Now, Shuangshuang and I feel very good. He smiled freely and added understandingly, "Woman, your throat has just been seriously injured. Now say less and have a rest."

This sentence "dresser" is so warm and considerate that Murong Xueyan almost burst into tears.

Having come to this era for so many years, she has been wandering around and gathering and dispersing. In Murong Xueyan's life, some people have left, some people have left, and some people are like wild gooses... Fortunately, she has always had such a close friend.

It's enough to have a confidant in life. How lucky she is.

The carriage stopped, and Murong Xueyan lifted the curtain and was about to get out of the car, but she heard Yu Wenshuang's voice outside: "Xueyan, it's windy outside. You'd better rest inside. What do you want? Just call me and Wuhen."

The wind poured in from the curtain of the car, cool and piercing, blowing over Murong Xueyan's cheeks, like a knife peak, which made her tender face painful.

She didn't say anything for half a day and fell into a long memory--

On that day, after witnessing the entanglement between Nangong Yi and Concubine Yan on the bed, she was indeed devastated and completely disiled. Death, this horrible word, once lingered in her mind.

But she didn't rely on Nangong Yi's love to survive, and it's not that she couldn't live without his love. She also wants to manage her life well and live her life well. Emotional failure does not mean failure in life. She wants to live better, more proud and more confident!

The truth was figured out in the days when she had a fever. His head was burned and drowsy, but his mind was not blurred. There are many problems that I don't usually face. In those days, I think more about them.

She doesn't want to forgive Nangong Yi for what she did. She felt that if she wanted to leave Nangong Yi completely, she would have to use a special way. In that way, she should not only hide Nan Gongyi, but also her father, so that she can not show any trace.

So, with the help of Wu Trace, she obtained a chronic poison and took it every day to make her body thin and weak day by day. It seemed to be seriously ill, but in fact it was not harmful to her life, and that poison could not be diagnosed by ordinary Langzhong. Then, at the critical moment, she felt that it was time to leave and took a medicine that made people vomit a lot of blood, and another poison that could make people "fake death" for three days and nights without breath.

She successfully "died" in front of Nangong Yi, but she didn't know how desperate he was. She didn't know that he was white all night for her...

On that day, after the burial, Guo Wumu quietly came to dig the grave, dug out her "body", and then re-covered the coffin and set up the tombstone.

In this way, she completely left Nangongyi in the form of "dead".

2

In the past few days, she has taken medicine every day to recuperate. The poison in her body has almost been removed, but her body is still very weak, and because of vomiting a lot of blood, her throat has been injured and she is recuperating.

It has been four days. According to the day of death, this day is regarded as the first seven.

I don't know how sad the elderly father will be when he worships her? From beginning to end, she only felt sorry for one person, who was her father Murong Rui.

Time can dilute everything. One day, Murong Rui will forget her unfilial daughter.

Qi Wuhen once asked her why she chose to go to the Western Song Dynasty.

Why? Because this is a country that Nangongyi would never think of, and because after she came to this era, she lived in the Northern Qi Dynasty and went through commerce in the Eastern Wei Dynasty. She had never been there, only the Western Song Dynasty and South Vietnam. South Vietnam is located in a remote place, and her choice is naturally only the Western Song Dynasty. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she felt that she should travel around.

In the past few years, she has invested in brothel and opened a winery in Northern Qi, and opened a beauty salon in Eastern Wei. She has quite rich savings on hand. This time, the reason why she was escorted by Guo Wuhen and Yu Wenshuang was that they wanted to send her to Yuanjing, the capital of the Western Song Dynasty, to store the money in a safe place - Qianzhuang, and then help her settle down in person. .

What on earth is she going to do in the Western Song Dynasty? She doesn't even have any plan or purpose.

The trauma in her heart is still aching. At this moment, the only thing she wants is to escape.

He fled to a country without Nangongyi and escaped from his sight, so that he would never find her.

And whether he will look for her or whether he will be sad and desperate is not within the scope of what she can think.

Raising her hand, she drew a poem by Du Fu in the air with her fingers: Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be vast. Yes, tomorrow, the separation between them is more than mountains? There is no power that can make Nangong Yi find her.

Forget it. From now on, forget it clean. Take the sad past as a dream. Those once beautiful feelings are just mirrors and water.

Outside the curtain, there came Yu Wenshuang and traceless laughter.

"This is for you." It's a traceless voice.

"There is fat meat in this. I won't eat it." Yu Wenshuang smiled coquettishly.

"No, you're too thin. You're about to eat some fat." He is as stubborn as a little boy.

"No, I feel sick at the sight of fat. I'll eat it for you. It seems that... You are also very thin. Such a good chance to gain weight, I'd better leave it to you!"

"You!" The traceless tone is completely doting.

......

Murong Xueyan listened and put her head on the pillow specially placed for her on the carriage. Her consciousness gradually drifted away and slowly slipped into sleep.

I slept so sweetly that I didn't have any unpleasant dreams. It seems that many people have not slept so down-to-earth.

When she woke up again, it was almost dusk, and the carriage seemed to be in the wilderness.

"Where is it?" Murong Xueyan asked casually.

"This is Ping An Town." Guo Wuhen said, "If we walk for another ten days, we should be able to get to Yuanjing."

It's so slow... However, her body still needs to be recuperated now. At present, she can only walk slowly like this.

Western Song Dynasty, what kind of country will this be?

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"Is she dead?" The news of Murong Xueyan's death spread to the harem, and Yan Guifei almost jumped with joy.

"Yes, she died in the Lingqing Pavilion in the royal palace. Moreover, when he heard that when she first died, the prince did not believe the fact that she had died. He called several imperial doctors to see a doctor. The imperial doctor said that the man was dead. The prince held the body and ran in the capital for a whole day and asked countless Langzhong..."

"I don't want to hear this." Yan Guifei felt a sting and interrupted Xiao Chuanzi's endless narration.

Xiaochuanzi stopped obediently, bowed his body, and said, "But Madam, Nangong said... He said that he would never serve the Empress again."

"In the future? I don't need him anymore. If it hadn't been for his heart, I would have..."

Yan Guifei didn't say the second half of the sentence. Xiao Chuanzi had already guessed it and said, "Is the Empress want to do it?"

"No, he is different." Concubine Yan vetoed.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, she remembered the first meeting with Nangong Ming that year.

At that time, Nangong Yi's father, Nangong Yu, was ordered to guard the border. As a housekeeper, Nangong Ming stayed in the general's mansion in the capital. Originally, they didn't have a chance to see each other again.

When she was 15 years old, she returned to the capital. After that, the emperor personally married her and made her the crown princess. And she came to Nangong Yi a few days before she got married.

On that day, she met Nangong Ming, the housekeeper of the royal house, for the first time.

"Ruxin." As soon as Nangong Ming saw her, he almost shook.

Ruxin, that's her mother's boudoir. How could he know? At that time, she just felt skeptical, but she didn't want to delve into it. On that day, she thought about eloting and letting go of everything, but canceled the elopement plan because of all kinds of inappropriateness.

She is about to marry someone she doesn't love. Her heart seems to be late, and the pain is unbearable...

"Girl, what's the problem with you?" Nangong Ming asked with concern.

"Thank you, uncle. I'm not in trouble." At that time, she refused decisively.

Later, when she was involved with Nangong Yi again, it had been five years. In five years, time has changed everything, and she is no longer the innocent girl.