Then she rolled up her sleeves and quickly grabbed a hen from the chicken coop. She took off the hairpin and stabbed it into the chicken's head. However, she saw that the chicken didn't move after a slight struggle. Then she and Xu's mother entered the west side.
Firewood was burned in the earthen house to boil water. Soon after Xu smelled the aroma, he filled a wooden basin with boiling hot water, put the chicken in it, plucked the feathers, killed them, and handed them over to Xu's mother for slaughter.
Soon he saw her turn around and go out of the courtyard. When she came back, she was holding a herring in her hand. In a moment, she washed and peeled the fish clean and took it into the earthen house to cook vegetables with Xu's mother.
After burning a stick of incense, Xu Wenxiang found a small square table and placed it in front of Chu Nanfeng. He took out a piece of fried fish and a piece of green vegetables mixed with chicken skin from the kitchen. He smiled and said: "My dear friend, let's use it first.
The chicken soup will be ready later.”
Chu Nanfeng was really free and easy by nature. He was not polite when he heard Xu Wenxiang's greetings. He raised his chopsticks to taste it. However, he felt that the fish meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The green vegetables had tender leaves and roots that were crispy, sweet and refreshing. He secretly praised Wenxiang's chef in his heart.
Extraordinary art.
After a while, Xu Wenxiang served the chicken soup again, but the aroma was so fragrant that it made people salivate. Chu Nanfeng lifted up the spoon to scoop it up and took a sip. He felt that the mouthful was full of fragrant and lingering aftertaste. He couldn't help but look at Xu Wenxiang and said with a smile: "Smell it."
Smell...smell...hehe, your cooking skills match your name."
Thinking that she knew Qi Zhousheng would send her granddaughter home soon, Xu's mother, who felt at ease, sighed after hearing this: "Xiang'er lost her father in her early years. She knew how to cook when she was nine years old, and she also developed her own cooking skills.
Her name is just a word for "香", because the aroma of cooking wafts far away, so people in the village called her "Wen Xiang" when she was thirteen years old. Alas, it was hard for her."
Chu Nanfeng nodded, but it was not easy for many children from poor families, not to mention the fact that they lost their father at a young age. Looking at Xu Wenxiang, whose eyes were still red and swollen, thinking about Qi Zhousheng's behavior, he couldn't help but sigh.
However, a good man met an ungrateful, ungrateful person.
It was the twelfth month of July, and the moonlight was still good. After Chu Nanfeng had eaten, he looked up at the moonlight, hesitated for a moment, and said to Xu Wenxiang, "How do you know your master?"
Xu Wenxiang hesitated for a moment: "After the junior gave birth to Cui'er, I saw that...that evil man had gone out for more than a year and there was no news. I was worried. Every day when I went fishing in the lake, I would go to the "Xiangu'an"
He burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, praying to the Bodhisattva to bless him for safety. More than a month later, the master saw what had happened and asked... When he asked the junior why he went to the nunnery to burn incense and pray to the Buddha every day, the junior explained the reason." The evil person mentioned in his mouth naturally refers to the evil person.
Qi Zhousheng.
"One day, the master and the master of the nunnery were going to the village to buy things. The junior happened to go to the island to burn incense and worship Buddha, so he took the junior's fishing boat to leave the island. The master saw that the junior had a sword on the boat, so he asked the junior if he knew martial arts...
"
Chu Nanfeng said "Huh" when he heard it. Xu Wenxiang saw a suspicious look on his face and stopped talking.
It turned out that Chu Nanfeng thought that Ma Xilan's cultivation had reached the state of spiritual consciousness the year she disappeared. If the master Xu Wenxiang mentioned was her, it should be possible to see the depth of Xu Wenxiang's martial arts, and the person who is proficient in the "Tai Su Heart Sutra" is nearly 20 years old.
At the age of fifty, his cultivation level is not low, and he should at least reach the level of spiritual consciousness. In surprise and doubt, when he saw Xu Wenxiang stopped talking, he said hurriedly: "Go on..."
Xu Wenxiang nodded: "Junior once learned a few sword skills from his master from that... that evil man. At that time, when the master asked, the junior answered truthfully, and the master asked if he would like to learn from her. In this junior's heart
Of course I was willing...but if I wanted to succeed in my studies, I could...go out to look for that evil person, so I sailed to the island for two hours every morning to learn skills. After more than three years, I learned a little bit from the master."
His face looked ashamed.
Chu Nanfeng nodded and said with a smile: "With your talent, if you start learning swordsmanship at the age of ten and eight, then Qi Zhousheng should not be able to take three of your moves.
It’s not easy to learn the “Tai Su Eleven Styles” like this after so many years... and I have no experience in fighting the enemy. With my guidance, my reaction is so fast that I didn’t expect it. It’s a good material for martial arts training.
.”
Xu Wenxiang lowered her head and said shyly: "Thank you for your kindness."
"I have two disciples who are quite talented. In terms of quick response, they are inferior to you..." Chu Nanfeng smiled, paused, looked at the sky for a moment, and said, "Is there a boat at this time?"
The boat goes to Dragon King Island?"
Xu Wenxiang was stunned: "What do you mean by my benefactor? Do you want to go to the island to meet the master?" At this time, she had a vague feeling that Chu Nanfeng might know her master, but after hearing this, she was guessing that Chu Nanfeng wanted to
Go to the island to find the master.
Chu Nanfeng nodded: "Your master or an old friend I haven't seen for many years..."
Xu Wenxiang's face lit up, he stood up, then sat down again, frowning slightly, "If my benefactor comes to the island at this time, Wenxiang can sail to see us off, but...it's just that even if it's daytime, the Xiangu Nunnery will not be there."
With the permission of the master, no men are allowed to enter. At this time, it is..."
Chu Nanfeng understood the meaning of Xu Wenxiang's words, but thinking that if the monk temple was not afraid of him, the nunnery could not easily break the rules, so he nodded helplessly.
"If my benefactor doesn't mind me, I'll stay in a humble house for one night, get up early tomorrow, smell the fragrance, and then send my benefactor to the island."
Xu's mother continued: "The east wing used to be the evil boy's study room. It has been unoccupied for a long time, but I clean it every day. If my benefactor doesn't mind, I will clean it up again immediately..."
Chu Nanfeng thought that this was all he could do. He glanced at the tile-roofed house opposite, nodded and said, "Then you'll have some work."
In the early morning of the next day, Chu Nanfeng followed Xu Wenxiang out of the house, walked for a tea, and came to the lakeside in the southwest of Fairy Lake. In the mist, he saw five or six fishing boats docked by the lake. Xu Wenxiang came to one of them.
In front of the fishing boat, he turned to Chu Nanfeng and smiled and said: "My dear friend, please come on board." Then he quickly untied the thick rope tied to the wooden pile on the shore, quickly stepped on the boat, raised his pole to prop up the shore stone, and then returned to the pole.
Paddling lightly on the lake surface, with the gentle sound of water, the fishing boat is leaving the shore.
At this time, the morning light peeked behind the peak in the east, but the lake was still filled with misty waves. As Xu Wenxiang waved his long pole, the fishing boats meandered around, as if they were in a dreamland. From time to time, they heard the calls of water birds and the faint sound of leaping fish.
But seeing green sprouts floating on the water on both sides, it makes people feel like they are floating in the towering mountains.
After a stick of incense, I saw a large lake island in front of me. The pine trees were green and connected to each other. In the hazy mist, Xu Wenxiang leaned the fishing boat on a shore and led Chu Nanfeng to the island. As he walked, he said: "My benefactor
, Xiangu Nunnery is not far ahead... about a hundred feet away from here. There is a large bamboo forest in front of the nunnery, but it is easy to identify."
Chu Nanfeng nodded and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the scenery of Fairy Lake is so charming. When I was boating just now, I saw islands on both sides. How many islands are there in this lake?"
"When I was young, I went fishing with my mother. I counted them back and forth for several months. I counted ninety-two islands, big and small, but my mother always said that I had counted three more..."
Chu Nanfeng chuckled and said, "I think it's because the archipelago is surrounded by mountains and rivers. If you don't look at it from the sky, you really can't count it."
While the two were talking, they followed the stone path that went up to a bamboo forest. When they walked into the forest path, they saw a courtyard surrounded by white walls and blue tiles. If it weren't for the "Xiangu Nunnery" hanging on the door of the courtyard,
Chu Nanfeng thought it was the private courtyard of a wealthy family.
At this time, there was a faint sound of chanting accompanied by banging wooden fish in the nunnery. On the steps at the door, a young nun was holding a broom and sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground. When she heard the footsteps of the two, the nun raised her head.
Looking at it, his expression was startled, but he said in surprise: "Sister Wenxiang, when did you come back?"
He thought he was very familiar with Xu Wenxiang, but he didn't sound like a monk in his words, but when he saw Chu Nanfeng behind Xu Wenxiang, his smile quickly faded, his expression was solemn, his right hand was raised on his chest, and he lowered his head and said, "Namo Amitabha." But it was not the case.
Meet Chu Nanfeng.
Xu Wenxiang looked at the young nun, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pretty face, and smiled slightly: "I came back yesterday...Master Miaohui, is my master in the nunnery?"
Na Miaohui glanced at Chu Nanfeng and responded: "Principal Chu, the abbot's wife, and senior sister Miaojing went to the town at three quarters to buy incense paper and incense."
Xu Wenxiang was stunned: "Going so early? Oops... The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and today I'm going to the market in Majia Town, I forgot about it." She turned to look at Chu Nanfeng with an apologetic look on her face.
Chu Nanfeng smiled and said, "The scenery on this island is pleasant. The morning sun is rising at this time. I will take a look around. I think they will be back in an hour or two." He was disappointed in his heart. He was not in the mood at this time.
While traveling around the mountains and rivers, I saw Xu Wenxiang looking remorseful on his face, but he was speaking comfortingly.
"The Majia Town is far away from this island. It is still more than thirty miles away from the ferry on the east coast. Even though Master and the others have martial arts skills, it will probably take three hours to go back and forth."
"It doesn't matter, you can tell me where to park the boat when they return, but they can go back first." Chu Nanfeng smiled lightly.
Xu Wenxiang shook his head: "I have nothing important to do at home, so I will accompany my benefactor for a walk on the island." After saying this, he saluted Miaohui and said goodbye, leading Chu Nanfeng to go south.
At this time, the morning light broke through the fog, and the dewdrops on the leaves of the green vines condensed. The breeze blew slowly, and the lake surface was sparkling. Xu Wenxiang raised his head and pointed to the top of the mountain surrounded by green pines in front of him and said: "That pine forest has the highest place on the island."
From the top of the rock cliff, you can look down at the surroundings. If Master and the others come back, they will be able to see it at a glance."
Chu Nanfeng raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain. With a thought in his mind, he lightly held Xu Wenxiang's left elbow with his right hand, took a short breath, and jumped up. Xu Wenxiang felt his body lightened, but he reached the top of the pine forest. With Chu Nanfeng's double
With a tap of his feet, he headed towards the top of the mountain. Xu Wenxiang felt the whistling of the wind in his ears. He was speechless and exclaimed. He had reached the top of the cliff before his mind was settled.
Chu Nanfeng raised his eyes and looked around, from the rolling mountains in the mist in the distance to the nearby islands of various shapes, large and small, all covered with green trees, and in the soft morning light, there were all kinds of birds.
Soaring high and low, more than a dozen fishing boats sailed lightly on the vast lake. The blue-green lake water meandered around islands of different sizes.
Chu Nanfeng stared at it for a moment and sighed: "It really is true that one water can embrace a thousand mountains, eh..." Thinking of the words of Master Wuzhen of Xuankong Temple, he vaguely felt that the master Xu Wenxiang was talking about was Ma Xilan. He looked at the man standing next to him who seemed to be relaxed and happy.
Xu Wenxiang pondered and asked: "Wenxiang...are you saying that judging from the skin on your master's hands...that she is in her fifties?"
"Junior..." Xu Wenxiang, who was attracted by the scenery, was suddenly asked by Chu Nanfeng. She was startled and thought about it carefully. Looking at Chu Nanfeng's doubtful eyes, she nodded: "Junior really thinks so...
"
Chu Nanfeng did think that Mahilan was dead in the early years, but he still had a glimmer of hope because he had not seen Mahilan's body. However, after hearing what Mu Daocheng told Yi Wuwei and arriving at the "Xuankong Temple", he felt that
Mahilan is still in the world, and I have been thinking about it for the past year. If Mahilan was not dead, why would he not go to Taibai Academy to look for him.
After listening to Xu Wenxiang's words, I also thought about what Miao Changning said at the beginning, that people who have been infected with "Qianji Powder" will lose their vitality. They vaguely guessed that after Ma Xilan was infected with "Qianji Powder", his appearance may have changed drastically, but he wanted to use
With her natural beauty, she must be mentally damaged and unwilling to go to Taibai Academy to look for herself.
Thinking of this, Chu Nanfeng felt very sad and thought to himself, if this is the case, Luyi, you have wasted seventeen years of mutual friendship in vain. If I, Chu Nanfeng, fell in love with you only because of your beauty, how could I be so lonely?
I have been thinking about you for seven years, you don’t know my heart, you don’t know my heart... I sat on the cliff with my heart cut like a knife in a daze, looking at the sparkling lake in silence.
Xu Wenxiang saw that Chu Nanfeng's handsome face suddenly showed grief after hearing her words. She was so shocked that she dared not speak. She vaguely felt that there must be a great relationship between her master and her benefactor, and looked up at the lake.
, all I wanted in my heart was that Master would quickly take a boat back to the island.
The two sat and stood on the cliff, speechless for a long time. A falcon with blue and white feathers sang and flew past the two of them. Chu Nanfeng seemed to wake up and turned to look at the man standing next to him.
Xu Wenxiang said slowly: "You go to the nunnery first. If your master comes back, don't tell me that I will come to find her. Can you tell me first on this cliff?" Although you can see the past from this cliff.
It was a boat, but if the people on the boat were sitting in the cabin, even with Chu Nanfeng's eyesight, they would not be able to see it.
Xu Wenxiang didn't know what he meant for a moment, but when he saw the pleading in Chu Nanfeng's eyes, he couldn't help but nodded: "Junior, I obey."
At three quarters of noon, Xu Wenxiang was already in the Xiangu Temple Buddhist Hall. He had not seen his master return. He raised his head and looked at the sunny sky. He thought that although the weather on the island was cool, the cliffs were so high that his benefactor would inevitably come.
Being exposed to the wind and sun, he said to Miao Hui who was sitting in meditation: "It's noon. Maybe my benefactor is hungry. I'll call my benefactor to come down."
After she came to the nunnery, she also told Miao Hui about Chu Nanfeng's rescue, but she did not tell Chu Nanfeng that he came to find her master.
Miao Hui nodded: "You can invite your benefactor to rest in the bamboo pavilion, and then come to the nunnery to serve him some vegetarian dishes..."
Xu Wenxiang responded and walked away quickly. When he was about to reach the cliff, he saw Chu Nanfeng flying down from the sky. He only heard him smile and said: "A ship came from the east, and there was a man who looked like a monk and nun standing on the ship."
Boss, it must be your master and the others who have returned."
Xu Wenxiang felt happy. She was under the pine forest and could not see the lake. She hurriedly led Chu Nanfeng to follow the island's path to the east shore of the island.
After a while, Xu Wenxiang saw an old nun and a young nun walking up the stone path in front. They were carrying cloth bags and carrying nuns. But they didn't see the master.
He saluted and said, "I've seen the master after smelling the incense." As he spoke, he reached out and took the cloth bag filled with incense paper from the old nun's back, and then said, "Where is my master?"
The master smiled and said: "You are back? Your master went to Moforget Island."
Xu Wenxiang was stunned when she heard this: "Moforget Island?" She grew up in the land of Fairy Lake, but had never heard of a "Moforget Island". In confusion, she turned around and looked behind her, but Chu Nan was nowhere to be seen.
Feng Zingying couldn't help but feel surprised in his heart.
However, the master didn't notice Chu Nanfeng. Seeing Xu Wenxiang's surprised expression, she smiled and said, "I don't think your master has told you that she will go to Moforget Island to stay during the Ghost Festival in the past few years."
A day or two..."
"Then...where is Moforget Island in the lake?"
"The poor nun has never been to the Moforget Island that your master calls, but I don't know where it is in the lake... I just separated from her at the east bank ferry. Do you have something urgent to do with her?"
Xu Wenxiang didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so she shook her head and looked around, thinking that she would wait until she saw Chu Nanfeng.
It turned out that Chu Nanfeng saw only two nuns coming and not many of the people who wore curtains and hats all year round as Wen Xiang said. He felt anxious and ran into the forest towards the lake shore. Considering his cultivation level, he was very
The abbot and the master can sense it.
When we arrived at the island shore where the boat docked, we saw a fishing boat sailing away more than ten feet away on the lake. There was only an old man holding a pole on the boat, and there was no one else in sight. I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
In desperation, I had no choice but to walk along the path towards Xiangu Nunnery.
When he was about to turn into the bamboo forest path in front of Xiangu Nunnery, when he saw Xu Wenxiang walking out of the forest, Chu Nanfeng asked eagerly: "Is there any news about your master?"
Xu Wenxiang shook his head, recounted the words of the abbot Shitai, and then said: "The master said that when the master was separated on the east coast, he called Old Man Yang from Yangcun to ferry him to Moforget Island. This old man Yang knew him later.
Well, why not go to the ferry on the east bank and wait for his return?"
"Don't forget the island? Did your master name it himself?" Chu Nanfeng thought thoughtfully: "This is the only thing we can do now."
The two of them sailed to the ferry on the east bank. Unexpectedly, they did not see Old Man Yang when the sun went down. Xu Wenxiang looked at Chu Nanfeng, who was staring at the lake with eager eyes, and said, "This Old Man Yang may have returned to the village from the West Bank."
It’s unknown…”
"Then do you know where he lives?"
"Yangcun is about seven or eight miles away from the village where I live. Although I don't know his house, I can find out where he lives when I get to the village."
Chu Nanfeng hesitated for a moment: "That's good. When the fishing boat passes by Longwang Island, we will dock it. I will go to the island. You can find Old Man Yang and wait for me at the pavilion in the bamboo forest on the island."
Xu Wenxiang was startled: "What does the benefactor mean?"
Chu Nanfeng had a wry smile on his face, but did not answer. Xu Wenxiang did not dare to ask any more questions. He sighed secretly and ferried the fishing boat to the shore of Longwang Island. "As soon as this junior finds Old Man Yang, he will come right away..." the voice said
Before landing, Chu Nanfeng was seen jumping ashore and disappearing into the forest.
It was already Xu hour, but the night was bright. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the forest and fell on the forest path, accompanied by the shadows of the trees. Unknown insects chirped all around, and Chu Nanfeng's traceless footsteps on the snow were heard all around.
One falls and another rises.
About half a cup of tea later, they arrived at the bamboo forest outside Xiangu Nunnery. Chu Nanfeng thought for a moment and finally decided to enter the nunnery to investigate. Now he was anxious to find out the whereabouts of Ma Xilan, but he no longer cared about the rules of Xiangu Nunnery.
When I reached the wall of the nunnery on the west side, I heard a low voice of chanting scriptures coming from inside. I hesitated for a moment, stepped lightly, and climbed up to a big tree beside the wall of the courtyard to look around. I saw a tall tree in the middle of the nunnery in front of me.
The Buddhist hall is two feet close and three feet long. Looking through the open door, I see five nuns sitting cross-legged in the hall, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
To the north of the backyard is a row of tile-roofed houses with red windows and white walls. To the east is a row of three tile-roofed houses. To the west is a wooden house with bamboos planted on both sides. Chu Nanfeng thought for a moment and guessed that there is a row of tiled houses to the north.
It must be the dormitory where the nuns rest in the nunnery. It may be the kitchen or utility room on the east side.
The wooden house on the west side is surrounded by green bamboos. I think it is a place where the people in the nunnery live in peace. I guess that it is probably the residence of Master Xu Wenxiang. However, I think the furnishings in the house may reveal whether she is the Ma Xilan I have always missed.
Thinking together, he jumped up to the wooden house. With his skill, he made no sound.
Gently pushing open the unlocked wooden door and stepping into the house, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood. I looked through the moonlight through the window and saw a wooden bed facing the north and south against the wall.
, there are cyan quilts neatly stacked on the bed.
There is a long desk beside the bed, and the Four Treasures of the Study are placed on the desk by the window. Next to the clinic are seven or eight blue-covered and white-stitched books stacked flat. A round pier is placed in front of the desk, and the south end of the bed is against the wall.
There was a wooden box placed everywhere, and a long sword hung diagonally on the wall on the box. When he looked at the sword, his heart felt sour and he was so shocked that he almost shed tears. It turned out that this sword was his.
The "blue dragon" worn interchangeably with Mahilan.
Chu Nanfeng was very excited. He quickly took off the long sword and stroked the scabbard. He couldn't calm down for a long time. After a long time, he sighed and hung the sword back on the wall. He walked to the long case and reached out to take off the flat-folded sword.
When I put the books on the shelf, I saw that they were all medical books, and at the bottom of the books was a letter.
Chu Nanfeng took a breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and calmed down his mind. He opened the envelope and saw three pieces of letter paper folded inside. He took out one from the bottom, leaned against the window, opened it, and read.
With the ability to see things and the moonlight, I could see the content of the letter clearly. I saw that the handwriting was beautiful and it was Mahilan's handwriting:
Chu Lang Yaojian: God has pity on me, and I am fortunate to know my husband. I am very happy, but I want to tell my brother, and my husband and I will be close to each other from now on. On the Immortal Platform, by the Jade Emperor Pond, we will grow old together with white hair. Who knows
The misfortune happened to Xiao Qiang, who was plotted by a traitor. From then on, his heart was filled with sorrow and he was confused about life and death with his husband. Fortunately, he was saved by his wife.
When I woke up after more than a month, I realized that all my martial arts skills were gone, and I could see wrinkles on my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was full of silver snow, and my face was covered with residual flowers. I was frightened and ashamed, and I could not catch you because of my hatred. I thought about you and walked as fast as a mountain.
Wherever you look in a daze, you can see the desolation everywhere.
Now that I heard what Master Tai said, I know that your husband has expressed his gratitude and gratitude for me, and I am so happy that I cried blood. However, I am so weak that my body is hurt, and I dare not face you. However, I know that my husband is a man of high spirits, and I cannot burden my husband alone.
Looking forward to each other, the only thing that will end this life is the husband's fist and love.
But it is a pity that I can no longer pay attention to my husband. I almost want to go to the academy to have a look at you, but I am afraid that it is difficult to escape my husband's thoughts, so I don't dare to look at my gray hair and black silk stockings with my sixtieth birthday.
The book reaches this point, but there is no content. Chu Nanfeng was in grief but saw that the paper was dark yellow. Looking at the words "I have taken my place for my concubine, I am happy and grudges" in the letter, I knew in my heart that this letter must have been written seventeen years ago.
Soon after he killed himself in Wushan.
With a long sigh, he took out a piece of letter paper from the bottom and opened it to read:
Twelve years ago, I left a letter and wanted to return to earth. Unexpectedly, I was rescued by my master. She accused me of being unjust and ignored the grace of my master who spent twenty years cultivating her true energy to save me.
Feeling ashamed, I knelt down and begged to be ordained, but my master did not agree.
Every time I see the "Blue Jiao", I still miss my husband's majestic and jade-like figure, and I am tortured by my thoughts and feelings. I suspect that I am weak in emotion because of seeing things, so I bury the "Blue Jiao" under the tree, and I still can't escape from dreaming about the husband's voice and appearance.
smile.
De Shitai quoted Mr. Wu Liu's "Ode to Leisure". She did not understand Mr. Wu Liu's sadness, but she sought to achieve his wish. I wish to be a shadow in the day, always following the shape from west to east, and I wish to be a candle at night.
, Shine the jade face in two couplets, wish to be a fan in the bamboo, wish to be a paulownia in the wood, and be a musical harp on the knee.
Fortunately, due to the power of my vows and the clarity of reciting sutras, I will know that the true love lasts forever and does not end in the years of separation. It is like the shadow of a solitary lamp of kindness, like the fragrance of a filial son accompanying me.
When Master Tai passed away, he transferred the remaining true energy of his life to my body, leaving me breathless. However, it is difficult to disobey God's will. In the past ten days, I have felt that my energy has faded, my spirit has become exhausted, and my body has been exhausted.
Time is running out, but I'm afraid that if my husband's spirit is too high and he fails to choose a good mate due to my concubine's death, he will do something wrong. The first is because he is unfilial to his ancestors and cuts off the bloodline inheritance of the Chu family. The second is because he is unfaithful to his concubine.
The body, the burden on my body is aggravated.
Therefore, I keep this book and send it together with a letter twelve years ago. My husband is wise and should know the kindness of my concubine. If I fulfill my wish, I should come to the grave and tell each other with a glass of wine. Only then can I have no regrets in my eyes.
, smiling at Jiuquan.
Luyi's masterpiece.
Although he expected that Ma Xilan was not dead, after reading this letter, Chu Nanfeng's hands shook slightly, and he couldn't help himself, and tears finally fell down.