After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

The stone statue of "Heavenly Will" quietly watched His children. Linahal made the last noon prayer and got up to leave.

On the third day of March, the empress and her concubines went to the palace to pay homage to the Yellow Emperor. However, the concubine Rou was a foreigner and did not believe in the two emperors, and the emperor always respected her heavenly father. All agreed.

The maid Ayimu followed behind her, as silent as her shadow cast on the ground.

Concubine Rou wanted to ease the atmosphere, and said with a smile: "I still remember you saying that you wanted to live no matter what, why are you willing to take risks now?"

Ayimu remained silent, and it took a long time before he spoke softly: "This servant has lived for more than ten years. Although I don't want to die yet, it is enough."

Roubin likes this sentence very much.

The world is full of filth, people's desires are hard to fill, but people are still greedy and lovable. However, although she has greed in her heart at this moment, there is nothing that can stop her from what she is going to do today.

She—or they, they wanted to burn down the dark room where the three corpses were raised while the emperor and Liu Jieyu were away.

Yun Guichu is a fragrance recipe made up by Concubine Rou. The emperor himself has both the prescription and the dosage. Even if they tell him the truth now, they will not be believed. Destroying the three corpses, the only way to stop the emperor temporarily.

Even if it is only a temporary relief, the wind has brought the seeds, and she needs time to protect the seeds to grow slowly.

"Actually, I still want to survive."

Outside the dark room of Yihe Palace, Concubine Rou broke the mechanism next to the flower altar, and suddenly said such a sentence.

In the low humming sound when the trap door opened, Ayimu continued the second half of the sentence she was thinking: "But it's okay to die."

****

In the small kitchen of Yihe Palace, the incense that Chen Xiaoxiao had prepared in advance was quietly burning.

Zhou Shuhe shook his head, trying to keep himself awake so that he could hear Chen Xiaoxiao's long speech clearly.

She still remembered that when she was in Chu Xiuyuan, the beautiful girl next to her was not ashamed of Chen Xiaoxiao's background, and was afraid that she was the daughter of the Duke's family. She didn't want to get close or treat her lightly.

Many times, they avoided the stern teaching nuns, secretly flipped through the popular scriptbooks, shaking their heads and sighing at the bad guys in the scriptbooks, not understanding why they like to talk suddenly before they succeed.

"Probably because I have been planning for so long, I feel proud and lonely in my heart, and I really want to find someone to talk to."

That's what Chen Xiaoxiao said at that time, and Zhou Shuhe also thought it was true, but now she was propping herself up on the table in embarrassment, looking up at Chen Xiaoxiao's chattering appearance, she had another idea.

She really felt lonely, and she really wanted to share it with others, but she talked about all her feelings with all her heart, and she said that I can't let Qingming get hurt anymore, whatever Zhou Shuhe thinks of me, I'm betraying you .

So Zhou Shuhe understood that she was begging for her forgiveness when she said these words.

"Shuhe," Chen Xiaoxiao took out a Three Corpse Yanchong Pill, and slowly approached her, "Of course there's nothing wrong with you wanting to protect yourself, but I think my desire to protect Qingming is also innocent."

Zhou Shuhe nodded imperceptibly, and finally couldn't support the medicine in the mist, and fell down. At the last moment of fainting, she saw Chen Xiaoxiao hiding behind the wooden cabinet and leaning against the wall, who was also fascinated. The dizzy Chen Qingming.

From Zhou Shuhe's point of view, the story of the Chen sisters was very similar to the Jianghu script that she and Chen Xiaoxiao had read, and there was a sentence in it that they both liked very much.

"No one is wronged, and everyone who loves is wronged."*

On the night of the Lantern Festival in the seventh year of Taiping, four-year-old Chen Qingzhu encouraged six-year-old Chen Qingming to go with her, leave her parents and servants behind, and secretly go to the riverside where her parents are not allowed to go to watch the lanterns.

The lanterns reflect the water, and the stars in the sky fall into the mortal river.Chen Qingzhu was a very playful child, and ran to the distance along the river bank until the crowd dispersed in the middle of the moon, but the Chen family did not find her.

The Duke's wife lost her only daughter, and stubbornly believed that Chen Qingming, who was only six years old, deliberately framed her, so she treated her harshly internally and slandered her reputation externally.

Chen Guogong took pity on his wife's hysteria and turned a blind eye to it. Even Chen Qingming's aunt Lin was starved to death, and she never wavered from guilt.

As for Chen Qingming himself, perhaps because he was too young when the incident happened, coupled with the deep-seated slavishness of his aunt, who was born as a housemaid, under the resentment and harshness of his aunt and the coldness and indifference of his father, gradually, Even she herself began to suspect that maybe all of this was just like what they said, because she was dazzled by jealousy and intentionally made Chen Qingzhu disappear at the end of the light.

So it was her fault that her younger sister got lost, it was her fault that she was despised and reprimanded, and it was also her fault that her aunt died tragically.

She was born sinful.

Only Chen Xiaoxiao returned with a vague memory of that Lantern Festival night, and remembered that she was innocent.

So she wanted to treat Chen Qingming better, so that she could live a normal life, so as to make up for the damage caused to Chen Qingming by her parents and herself.

For this reason, she doesn't care even if she hurts other people.

Holding the Three Corpse Yanchong Pill in her hand, Chen Xiaoxiao squatted down, stared at Zhou Shuhe who fell unconscious on the ground, and muttered to herself: "Although even if I push you out, I can only buy Qingming some time. But I have no other choice."

She put the poison pill into her mouth.

Zhou Shuhe had a dream in a coma.

To be precise, it wasn't a dream, but it was just a memory of discussing with Qi Yu how to save Chen Qingming at the swing in Yingchun Garden a few days ago.

In the night of stars and breeze, she said: "Even if it's not my fault, I want to do something, everything is fine, even if it fails in the end, it doesn't matter, but I can't do nothing."

"I want to live a good life, not only to live, but also to eat well and dress well. I also want to sleep well and be worthy of myself."

Qi Yu looked at her face seriously, raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Okay."

So the next day, he went to the Yanxi Palace of the Concubine Rou again, and found out the location of the Sanshi Yanchong Pill. After nightfall, he sent Huiwu's cronies to sneak into the darkroom of Yihe Palace, and exchanged the only Chengdan pill for took a sugar pill.

"The Son of Heaven is the Son of Heaven after all, no one can stop him, but this fake poison may bring Hui Baolin a little life."

"Your Majesty has already assigned close aides to Wu Si to 'set up the formation', and one of them has received my favor and promised me to stun Hui Baolin before 'dispelling evil spirits', and apply Mafeisan to her to survive the pain. "

"Only the last 49 days of bloodletting, whether I can live or not depends on the destiny."

Of course Zhou Shuhe didn't know how destiny would choose, but the slight changes she made in a single thought on that night in the Yingchun Garden made it possible for her today to taste the freshness when a sugar pill melted in her mouth even in a coma. Sweet and fruity aroma.

****

Lina Har took out a fire pocket from her bosom, squatted on the ground where the wires had just been laid, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"So I started?"

Ayimu sighed: "You have said it three times, and if you hesitate any longer, the emperor and the others will return to the palace."

She turned her head and glared at her, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, squinted her eyes and lit the wire.

"Wait—" Ayimu exclaimed, "Look at this box, it should contain a finished Three Corpse Yan Chong Pill. I don't know if it fell somewhere or was taken away."

"..."

Linahal quietly watched the rapidly ignited kerosene, and turned around silently amidst the rising flames.

"As long as you take a breath early."

With the help of kerosene, the wooden tables and chairs in the dark room quickly caught fire. The two of them took out the prepared wet cloth and covered their mouths and noses, carefully searching for the poison pill.

"Is there a possibility that it was taken away by Qi Bingbi, after all, he also knows where this room is." Lina Hall was bending over to check the nearby corners, feeling unrequited under the flames .

Ayimu nodded: "Indeed, but His Majesty the Emperor is very smart. After the dark room is destroyed, he will naturally think of us who stay in the palace. Compared with being sentenced to death by him in a fit of anger, the slave feels that we are here. It’s not impossible to be burned to death.”

"Okay." Lina Hall couldn't deny it, shrugged and stood up, raising her feet to continue looking for another place.

There was a slight sound of gears running. She turned her head and found that the place she stepped on was sunken. The clicking sound of the mechanism started from under her feet and gradually spread to the innermost wall.

With a loud bang, after flying dust, the wall closed from the middle to both sides. Linahar and Ayimu stopped their hands, looked at each other, and then looked to the other side of the wall.

"Xiaocai, what a coincidence." Behind her was the swaying flame like a snake. She tidied up her messy hair, then looked at Zhou Shuhe, who was unconscious on the ground, and Fangcai leaned against the wall, and fell on the ground after the wall opened. Chen Qingming on the ground.

"There are also Yuan Cairen and Hui Baolin, there are so many people here."

The author says:

*A letter from Mr. Chen Shixiang to Jin Yong in 1966, which is a comment on "The Eight Parts of the Dragon".