Master Zhong was standing in front of the window, pondering his worries alone. Suddenly he heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from outside the door. Before Master Zhong turned his head to the door, he had already said:
"Qianhua, didn't I tell you to sleep a little longer? Why are you up?" As he spoke, Master Zhong turned his head, and sure enough, it was Fang Qianhua who came to the door.
There was almost no blood on Fang Qianhua's face, and there was a deep black halo around her eyes. It looked like she had not slept well. Master Zhong looked at her with an expression full of concern and distress.
Fang Qianhua smiled faintly, her smile as bitter as the late autumn chrysanthemum. She looked at Master Zhong intently and asked in a soft but hoarse voice:
"I'm not imagining it, and you don't have to pretend like nothing is wrong. After so many years, we no longer look at each other with our eyes, but with our hearts. I don't have to look at your face.
, I don’t need to think about your expression, I can feel in my heart that you are worried now. Tell me, what happened. Over the years, we have all endured the most difficult times, especially
Now that Mingzhu has become sensible, the three of us have nothing to fear when we are together."
Master Zhong looked deeply at the petite and slender woman in front of him. Her body, which always looked so weak, contained incomparable strength and tenacity. This was perhaps the most attractive thing about her.
Master Zhong walked over, stopped Fang Qianhua's shoulder, and comforted him softly:
"It's really nothing. I was just thinking about it on my own. I felt that the Fang family's spell was a little too simple to remove. I was afraid that there was something else in this matter that I hadn't thought of, so I wanted to think about it again.
In fact, it's just a plan to nip problems in the bud, maybe I'm simply thinking too much." Master Zhong tried to make his tone as relaxed as possible.
But Fang Qianhua shook his head slightly:
"I'm afraid, it's not that you think too much, but that things are indeed not that simple."
Master Zhong was shocked:
"Qianhua, why did you say that?"
"Because I had a nightmare last night."
"Do you still remember those dreams?" Master Zhong was a little surprised.
"It's all there, clearly in my mind." Fang Qianhua replied.
Seeing that Fang Qianhua actually remembered those nightmares, Master Zhong simply stopped hiding it and said:
"I told Mingzhu about this this morning, and she asked, maybe it was because you listened to her story about her experience in Datang that you dreamed about Datang."
"No, there is only one reason why I dreamed about the Tang Dynasty, because I am a descendant of the Fang family, and the colorful feathers opened up something deep in my memory."
Master Zhong's eyes flashed with light. He didn't expect that he had really guessed it. The secret of Nishang Yuyi was indeed not simple.
Fang Qianhua sighed softly and said:
"Let's go find Mingzhu. I'll tell you everything I saw in my dream. She is the daughter of the Fang family, so there are many, many things she needs to do."
Mingzhu couldn't help but feel strange when she saw Master Zhong and Fang Qianhua coming together with heavy expressions on their faces:
"Dad, Mom, what's wrong?"
"Mingzhu, sit down first and I'll tell you something." Fang Qianhua said.
Mingzhu followed her words and sat next to her, looked at her, and waited quietly for her to speak.
Fang Qianhua pondered for a moment before saying:
"That's right, I dreamed about the Tang Dynasty all night last night, and these things should have only happened after you left the Tang Dynasty."
"Mom, it turns out you still remember the scene in your dream? You are so good. Who are you dreaming about? Did you see a boy named Tang Lizi, sister Wangyou, Brother Fox Hunt, Wang
Wei, Prince Shouchun, how are they?" Mingzhu asked eagerly, but after she finished asking, she found that Fang Qianhua was looking at her with a very strange expression.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Mingzhu, you just asked such a long list of people, it seems like you lost one, right?"
"I lost one, who did I lose?" Mingzhu didn't think about it for a moment.
"King of Linzi, Li Longji." When Fang Qianhua said these six words, she kept staring at Mingzhu's eyes, refusing to let go of the slightest change in her expression.
"Li Longji? Humph," Mingzhu snorted disdainfully, "He secretly ordered Shangguan Wan'er to poison me, and this kind of person actually became a wise king in history! It's true that God doesn't have eyes, so I still use
Ask him how he is doing? He must have used all his conspiracy tactics to snatch the throne from Li Chengqi and become the emperor himself. Humph, he is a villain who deceives the world and steals his reputation!" Now whenever Mingzhu mentions Li Longji, she won't get angry.
Come to one place.
Fang Qianhua looked at Mingzhu with suspicious eyes, and didn't speak again for a long time because she was thinking about a question:
'Why is the Li Longji described by Mingzhu so different from the Li Longji I saw in my dream?'
Last night, as soon as Fang Qianhua fell asleep, she felt that she had walked into a gorgeous house. As a famous jewelry expert, Fang Qianhua entered the house and immediately saw that every piece of furniture and furnishings in this house was extremely valuable.
And they were not modern things. Suddenly, she thought that she, like Mingzhu, had returned to ancient times.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Qianhua saw a book desk placed in the center of the room. On the desk was a bright candle. In the candlelight, a tall and handsome man was looking at something intently. Fang Qianhua didn't know who this man was.
But it can be felt that there is a fierce domineering and nobility condensed on his body. Perhaps this is what people often say, the style of a king. This man did not seem to feel the appearance of Fang Qianhua at all. Fang Qianhua simply moved forward again.
After walking a few steps, she saw clearly this time that the man was holding a chrysanthemum hairpin that was not very finely made!
Although Fang Qianhua had never seen this chrysanthemum hairpin before, the tense shape of the chrysanthemum gave her a sense of familiarity, so Fang Qianhua almost did not hesitate and determined that this hairpin was what Mingzhu said.
, the first piece of jewelry she made after returning to the Tang Dynasty. According to Mingzhu, this hairpin fell into the hands of Linzi King Li Longji, so the man in front of her is Li Longji?
Fang Qianhua looked at the man in front of her carefully again, and secretly said to herself:
'The emperor of the ages is indeed worthy of his reputation. Judging from his attire, he may not have become an emperor yet, but his aloof and regal temperament is already very obvious.'
At this time, Li Longji seemed to have completely forgotten everything about the outside world. He held the silver hairpin in his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand gently slid over every petal on the chrysanthemum. Anyone could see that his movements were full of tenderness.
.
Li Longji stroked the silver hairpin over and over again, as if stroking his lover's cheek. After a long time, he suddenly put his hands together, wrapped the silver hairpin in his palms, held it tightly, and murmured to himself
road:
"Mingzhu, Mingzhu, why did you just leave like that?"
As he spoke, two big tears fell from Li Longji's eyes. Fang Qianhua was also shocked by this situation, because if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she could no longer imagine that a man like Li Longji could
Holding a silver hairpin in his hand, he cried! Li Longji did not wipe the tears on his face, but kept mumbling to himself:
"Mingzhu, where are you now? In the sky or in the underworld. How are you? Do you feel too lonely there? But I think no matter where you are placed, you will definitely be able to live a good life.
, lived a very happy life, because you are so smart and strong, but do you know that you left me alone in the world, leaving me with boundless loneliness. Pearl, when you really leave
After that, I realized how much I needed you. There are countless concubines and concubines in Linzi Palace, but no one can compare with you. I don’t know why, but only in front of you, my heart is peaceful.
Calmly.
Mingzhu, I regret so much that I didn’t say these words before you were alive. If I had seen through my own heart earlier, I wouldn’t be so stupid and arrogant and wishful thinking that you were specially sent to me by God.
Whatever comes, belongs to me. So much so that I never thought of expressing my feelings to you. If I could understand earlier how important you are to me and tell you all these things from my heart earlier, you would
If you would not be deceived by Shangguan Wan'er, you would not leave with hatred for me. Mingzhu, do you know? What hurts me most now is that you left with deep hatred for me.
When I think of you still hating me under Jiuquan, my heart feels like the pain of being stabbed by a steel knife. Mingzhu, I really regret it to death, and I hate myself to death. I hate why I couldn't protect you properly.
You, if I had thought earlier that you are so important to me, then I would never let you take such a big risk anyway. Mingzhu, I regret it so much, Mingzhu——"
When Li Longji talked about it, he was already crying. He was lying on the desk, his body was stiff, and his whole body was trembling like a dead leaf in the cold wind. It seemed that he was suppressing the huge pain deep in his heart.
Looking at Li Longji's appearance, Fang Qianhua felt unbearable. In any case, this young man was missing his daughter, so she must have been touched. Fang Qianhua wanted to tell Li Longji that he didn't need to be so sad. In fact, Mingzhu
Not dead. But for some reason, Li Longji didn't react at all after she spoke. Fang Qianhua thought about it and finally understood that no one here could see her existence.