Volume 2 The turbulent darkening, the storm is still unsettled, the eighty-first chapter of daydreaming
Of all the sad things in this world, the sudden farewell of life and death is the most unprepared. Back then, Su Zi thought that the years would be long and that she would have a lot of time to redeem and embrace, but who would have expected that she would turn around
It became the end of the world, and a separation turned into an eternal farewell. The separation of that year, the unexpected and tragic ending between him and her, really meant that they would never see each other again from now on.
The night wind blew by, and Luo Kui stood in the courtyard. He raised his head to look at the miserable man on the roof. As he looked at it, his nose was slightly sore and his throat was choked, as if someone had strangled his neck. The pain was unbearable.
Panting. She quickly closed her eyes tightly, letting all the moisture in her eyes flow back to the bottom of her heart. She knew that the separation between life and death that year was like a wound across Su Zi's heart, and she never mentioned that it was not that the wound healed and the scars no longer hurt.
, just because I didn’t have the courage to touch it, because with just a light touch, the pain grew wildly, and it was still bloody.
Thinking about the past, Luo Kui regretfully wanted to pull out her tongue and chop off her hand. If she had stopped Su Zi back then and not said that move, would the ending have been changed? Wouldn't Su Zi's heart be different?
There will be one more lonely grave, and the beauty will not be buried in the wilderness.
On this day, a giant boat sailed smoothly and slowly through the canal, followed by dozens of smaller boats, gradually approaching Qingzhou City. Qingzhou has an excellent location and is convenient for cars and boats. There are land routes and canals, extending in all directions. Taking the waterway is better than taking the land route.
It's a little faster, but it's easy to encounter water bandits in the twists and turns, and the boat may be destroyed and people will be killed. Therefore, a big boat like this will not dare to take the canal back to Qingzhou easily.
The giant boat suddenly stopped more than ten miles away from Qingzhou. Many armored soldiers gathered on the bow of the boat. They all stared at the river and let out high-pitched and low-pitched screams.
It's out, it's out, hurry up, fish it out quickly.
There was a dark, soft object in the canal, floating up and down with the waves. A long pole stretched out from the giant boat, drawing long water marks in the river, dragging the object in the river closer and closer to the hull.
As we got closer, the last few strong armored soldiers who were familiar with the properties of water all went down to the river, fished out the object, and placed it wetly on the boat.
A man who looked like a private soldier ran up to the prince, lowered his head and saluted, and said respectfully: Your Highness, this is a little girl. It looks like she lost her footing and fell into the water. I pressed the button and no water came out. She must have run out of breath.
This year, there have been constant famines in Kyushu, and the world is not peaceful. Some floating corpses in the river are not uncommon, but it is hard to avoid the loss of such a small child's life. The prince sighed with compassion: I don't know whose child the child is.
It's such a pity, Maxin, go take a look and look for the owner first. If you really can't find it, send it to the Qingyan Mountain Cremation Center.
Ma Xingying claimed that he was the one who walked quickly to the little girl and was about to order someone to wrap her in white cloth and send her to the back cabin. However, his expression suddenly changed and he stretched out two fingers. First he felt her nose and then on her neck.
After trying it, he was pleasantly surprised and said: Your Highness, Your Highness, this child is still alive.
The afterglow shone slantingly into the front of the court, silently enveloping the warm yellow smooth satin stretched on the embroidery frame, like old times stained with light dust, flowing quietly under the feet of Luo Kui's needles.
Luokui lowered her head and embroidered each stitch carefully. Strings of purple flowers sprouted from the feet of the stitches, with wisps of dark purple and light pink, as if filled with dewdrops. The bright yellow stamens were ethereal and curled. If a gust of wind passed by, then
The flowers seemed to come alive, with a faint fragrance.
The embroidery method of this flower is complicated and the colors are complex. Luo Kui picked up a few strands of silk threads, compared them with the light, carefully considered the stitching method, and then carefully embroidered a few stitches.
Seeing her solemn expression, she actually put her hands and burned incense before placing the needle. She was so amazed that she put down the book and came closer to look at it carefully: Could it be that this embroidery was given to me to repay my life-saving grace?
That’s why she embroidered so piously.
It was a life-saving grace, not a life-saving grace. Luo Kui pursed her lips and corrected her, her hands kept flying needles to thread, and she said with a smile without raising her head: What you dreamed is really beautiful, but it’s just that
It's a little early and it's not dark yet.
Kong Qing picked up a yellow leaf beside her bun, as if she had endless melancholy: daydreams must be done during the day, otherwise how can they come true?
Well, you have been a favor to me in the end. When I am free, I will go to the street and buy you a square silk scarf to tie your hair. Luokui lowered her eyebrows and smiled and said: This brocade of flowers must be embroidered before the winter solstice.
I can present it to the Queen Mother as a new year's gift. The Queen Mother is happy and this year will be better.
As soon as he heard that he had bought it, Kong Qing's heart sank. After many nests, Guanghan Palace has now become a rabbit palace. Those countless rabbits are almost eating Guanghan Palace naked. If Su Zi can really kill them
After they were brought down, Chang'e would definitely burst into tears of gratitude, and she would definitely be willing to give her life to him.
Beside the shade of a tree, a slender figure was stretched out. Su Zi laid out the chess records there for half a day in silence. After hearing these words, he walked out from under the shade of the tree and made a face like a gentleman: I don't
What a woman, what do you want Chang'e to do? She can't afford to feed her, but rabbits are more to my liking.
Du Heng put away the cup, poured another cup of tea and handed it to Luo Kui. He tried his best to hold back his laughter and said seriously: "Yes, yes, General Su is the most upright person. He doesn't even know which way to open the door of Hehuan Pavilion."
Su Zi glanced at him and hummed: Sooner or later I will have to tear your mouth apart to prevent you from bringing others down. He raised his eyes and looked at Ding Xiang, with a gentle smile like the spring breeze blowing on his face: Ding Xiang, Mr. Qing is here today.
, let’s make some fish and shrimp, lest people complain that our family is stingy and they don’t even have enough to eat at our house.
Ding Xiang's face was slightly red, her eyes were lowered and she didn't dare to look at Su Zi. She just bowed her head shyly: No wonder the eldest son said that his master must have been a glutton in his previous life, eating everything in the world, while Mr. Qing was like a Kun and only ate water.
Chapter completed!