Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 830 The Destroyed Stone Statue

The so-called temple is actually not a palace, but the area north of Sima Avenue, which is divided and sits in the most mysterious place in Zhao Kingdom.

It stretches for dozens of miles.

Song Wanzhi walked into the temple with the yellow silk in his hand.

The palace door was opened, and the men in black robes on both sides stood upright, as if they didn't pay attention to Song Wanzhi at all.

Not only Song Wanzhi, but also Zhao Later, these people would never bend their backs.

However, Song Wanzhi acted as if he had never heard of it, he just took a light step and walked forward.

Stepping in, it seems that the gap between the bluestone slabs reveals a boundless chill, only a kind of pale grass struggles in the gap, shining fluffy light under the noon sun.

This is a place she is familiar with.

When she was young, both here and the palace were where she lived.

But now, everything has changed.

There were faint figures on both sides. In order to prevent her from going into other places, Song Wanzhi took the yellow silk and walked for a long way before seeing the majestic palace in front of her. It was a place even more sacred than the imperial palace. Song Wanzhi only knelt down with the crowd in front of the wide-open hall door during the annual sacrifice, and kowtowed for those people.

But now, the world has long since changed, and in that palace, cigarettes flourished and went straight to the sky.

When we arrived in front of the palace, footsteps could be heard from the side, and a charming and indifferent voice rang out: "Who are you looking for?"

Song Wanzhi didn't need to look to know it was Baili Wenchun's voice. He stood there with cold eyes.

In the temple, the Supreme Master is respected, followed by the Seven Great Masters, but the Supreme Master and the Seven Great Masters will not pay attention to these things.After the lord and the master, the suzerain is the one who really takes over the work. After many years, if there is no accident, the lord of the temple will let the suzerain take over.

The suzerain back then was Song Wanzhi.

And one of the current suzerains is Baili Wenchun.

According to Song Wanzhi's status, she naturally couldn't be disrespectful to someone like the suzerain. She bowed her head and handed over the yellow silk in her hands: "The empress asked me to send it over. I want to ask, it's arranged this year." Are these enough?"

Baili Wenchun glanced at her indifferently, then reached out to take the yellow silk, opened it to have a look, just scanned it slightly, and said: "It's ok, the empress has never made any mistakes in her work. "

Song Wanzhi lowered her head and said nothing.

Baili Wenchun couldn't help but sized her up again, and was about to want her to leave, but a voice came from inside the door.

"Let Miss Lin come in and bring something to the queen."

Upon hearing this voice, Baili Wenchun immediately became solemn, then bent down: "Yes."

He said to Song Wanzhi: "Bend down and go in, don't insult your lord."

Song Wanzhi was also secretly surprised, because the saint in front of him, even when she was admired by the stars, he would not treat her any differently, he just touched her on her tenth birthday. Her head, but Song Wanzhi will never forget, the strong aura emanating from his body, like a towering ancient tree, carries a deep but prosperous feeling.

Life is like a tree.

She lowered her eyes, then nodded to Baili Wenchun, and then walked slowly towards the palace.

The tall bronze door opened silently. Song Wanzhi lowered her head, only looking at the one-inch-three-point world in front of her. As soon as she entered, the strong scent of incense instantly enveloped her. However, the specially made smoke will not fascinate people. eyes.

You don't need to look at Song Wanzhi to know that the saint is sitting there with his back to everyone, and on both sides of him, the seven great masters are sitting on both sides.

"Go through the three gates, go there to collect a June Snow flower, and bring it back to Empress Zhao."

"Yes."

Song Wanzhi walked forward and saw the three doors, and when Song Wanzhi stepped over, a door opened automatically, and two lions with closed eyes squatted there, and between this door and the opposite door In the middle, there is a cliff of ten thousand feet. There is mist under the cliff, and a chain bridge runs across it.

The voices of the seven great masters sounded within range of each other.

"Tell me, can she make the lion open its eyes?"

"If she is really Song Wanzhi, then the lions will naturally open their eyes, just like when this girl was born, the god lions of the three sects would all be strange because of her."

"However, I doubt it."

"why?"

"Because I didn't feel Song Wanzhi's blood aura from her."

……

The girl took a step forward, and then stepped onto the chain bridge.

The black-robed old man was still sitting there with his eyes closed, his back to everyone, and the eyes of the seven great masters were all fixed on the lion.

However, until the girl passed through the next door, the squatting god lion still did not open its eyes.

"what happened?"

"Isn't she Song Wanzhi?"

"However, all the beginnings and endings point to her. She comes with a sky full of stars, and she is destined to destroy the reflection of the moon."

……

The seven suzerains have already practiced to communicate with each other without opening their mouths, and at this moment, they all saw the shock in the other's heart.

Because, ever since Song Wanzhi was released by them to look for Qilin blood, he has been in contact with them, and the inseparable thread has been held in their hands. Even if the girl enters the snow-covered city, they will know, After various signs, they could almost conclude that the girl named Lin Yousi was Song Wanzhi.

But now, the god lion who has a special feeling for Song Wanzhi has no reaction at all? !
How is this possible?
Just like the awakening of the girl's blood at the age of 13, if the snow-clothed boy hadn't sacrificed his own life by himself, that girl would have already been possessed.

Blood awakening.

Everyone, just like them back then, the girl is the true Tianfeng blood that is rare in a thousand years.

But who knew that when the girl's real bloodline awakened, it wasn't the unparalleled Tianfeng bloodline.

Once any power is out of control, it will be out of balance, and the consequences of the imbalance will have to let them, together with Zhaohou, put this girl to death.

The awakened blood was re-sealed, but the girl's blood remained unchanged. However, why didn't these god lions change?
Is it really wrong?
While the seven great masters were puzzled, Song Wanzhi had already plucked a June Snow flower. The small snow-white flower was rippling in the girl's hand, showing a strange beauty.

Song Wanzhi still lowered his eyes, and walked out without squinting.

The girl's figure slowly disappeared at the end of the temple.

And at this moment, suddenly, the seven great masters suddenly opened their eyes wide.

how is this possible? !

The body of the god lion split open suddenly, and then silently turned into powder.

The thing that has stood for thousands of years, the god lion that cannot be destroyed even by the power of a saint, turned into powder here.

"Your Majesty!" the seven great masters couldn't help but speak.

The old man in black robe who had been sitting with his back to everyone opened his eyes.

He looked at the god lion that turned into powder, and remained silent for a long time.

-

"Is this given to me by the lord of the temple?" Zhaohou looked at Liu Yuexue.

The snow-white little flowers, because they were enshrined at the end of the temple, showed a strange vitality.

Song Wanzhi nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty let me pick it in the temple."

Zhaohou looked at the little flower, then put it aside, and continued: "I have to thank my lord some other day, even though he doesn't really need it."

Song Wanzhi could only answer: "Yes."

Sitting in front of the table, Zhaohou picked up the small rhombus mirror, took a picture of himself, and then showed a smile on his face: "He has white hair again, come and show me."

Song Wanzhi walked over, then knelt down behind her, reached out and brushed the woman's hair.

Song Wanzhi's hands stopped, and a strand of white hair lay peacefully among the dense black hair.

For a moment, the girl's eyes hurt.

Song Wanzhi said: "Do you want to tear it down for the queen?"

Zhao Hou smiled: "It's nothing, and no one will care."

At the beginning, the young woman with the yellow decals on the mirror was just to decorate for her beloved, but now, the beloved is gone, and everything seems to be meaningless.

Zhaohou smiled and said: "Sometimes people need some marks to prove that they have lived. If it remains the same, then there is no meaning."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "You're right. Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature."

Empress Zhao shook her head: "Sorrow and joy, parting and reunion, human nature. Birth, old age, sickness and death, people do what they want."

Song Wan was silent.

Empress Zhao stood up and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, remove the two characters, but life and death. However, the two characters of life and death are the greatest desires at this time. In ancient times, there were people who prayed for longevity, people who prayed for the health of their families, and others who rescued them from critical illnesses. No matter what the reasons are, they are all for life and death. If chasing fame and fortune has no life, how can you get it? If love is lingering, if there is no life, how about complementarity? If power is overwhelming, what about power?"

Song Wanzhi listened, remained silent, and finally just smiled slightly: "Then I'd better not see through."

Life and death, if you see the person you think about dying in front of you without being moved, what's the point of seeing through like that?
The three thousand worlds of mortals are the so-called quagmire of the Buddhist sect, and they would rather sink into it than wake up.

Zhaohou also smiled: "Yeah, what's the point of seeing through? It's better not to see through. Always live according to your own will, even if you fail completely, you will have no regrets in this life."

Song Wanzhi looked at Empress Zhao with a smile on her face, and smiled too.

Zhaohou seemed to be very interested today, and said to her, "Come on, let's go have porridge."

Song Wanzhi didn't know when Empress Zhao loved to drink porridge. In the past, she cooked porridge for them to drink. The lotus seeds were painstakingly filled, and the lily was fresh and tender, but she just watched her and Xiao Xueyi drink it.

Putting two bowls of white porridge in front of him, Zhao Hou said, "Eat it again and again, but it's still the real taste without modification."

Song Wanzhi has no pressure in the face of Empress Zhao, perhaps she is the supreme queen to others, but in Song Wanzhi's eyes, this is just a mother-like figure who took care of her meticulously.

Song Wanzhi drank the porridge, and couldn't help but think of Su Mengchen, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhaohou asked with a smile, "Are you thinking about your sweetheart?"

Song Wanzhi's face flushed slightly, but she still nodded lightly: "Yes."

Zhaohou laughed and said: "At that time I was a little girl, probably like you, and when I remembered that this person was all about him, I just felt happy. At that time, I didn't know that I loved this person very much, you Very good, you don’t need to go around in circles, simply understand that a simple life, without all the identities and appearances, is nothing but ordinary affairs between each other and couples in the world.”

Song Wanzhi paused, rolled a mouthful of porridge between his lips and teeth, and said, "You are right."

After eating a bowl of porridge, Zhaohou stood up, reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "Go to sleep well, don't think you are young so you don't cherish yourself, you guys, don't make people worry too much, in fact, parents' wishes are very Simple, it doesn’t matter how skillful you are, those are just icing on the cake, the most hopeful thing is to live in this world and be safe.”

Song Wanzhi stayed there, feeling a little sour in his heart, he could only lower his head and say to Zhaohou, "You too."

Zhaohou sighed, then stood up and walked forward.

A lonely shadow fell on the bluestone slab, all alone.

When she was sleeping at night, Song Wanzhi finally couldn't help walking around Zhaohou's outside. She still followed her usual routine, Song Wanzhi sneaked in and walked to her bed.

When she was young, Empress Zhao wanted to hug her to sleep, but she was told by Emperor Zhao worriedly: "You don't know what will happen if you hug Ah Wan to sleep. You still need to be hugged by someone on weekdays, and you often sleep on half of her. The body is all outside."

Song Wanzhi lowered her eyes and saw that Empress Zhao was sleeping with half of her body on the side of the quilt. For a while, she felt a little dazed, and finally there were tears in her eyes. Some regret and helplessness.

She stretched out her hand and straightened the quilt for Empress Zhao. When she left her hand, she heard Empress Zhao grunt, but what she called was Emperor Zhao's name. There were countless feelings in her heart, but in the end she just withdrew her hand and stood. After a while, he turned around and left.

The moon and stars are sparse outside, and cicadas are already chirping at night. Before I know it, June is coming to an end, and July is burning.

Song Wanzhi lowered her head and saw a small thing standing there in the darkness, looking at her with a pair of calm fox eyes.

Song Wanzhi walked over and hugged it.

"Are you waiting for me? Thank you."

People sometimes feel inexplicable loneliness, but there is always company.

-

Song Wanzhi would often raise her finger, probably because of the so-called "Dragon's Essence and Blood". Even if Su Mengchen was not around, she could still feel his presence.

It was a distinct and warm imprint.

Therefore, waiting and longing are not so difficult, probably because I know that there is someone far away, who has never been lost, and I am thinking about it, but I don’t have to sink.

And the time in July and August was sandwiched in the letters from Su Mengchen, and those years of travel seemed strangely gentle.

Sometimes it writes about the people and events seen on the road, sometimes it writes about a ray of light under the setting sun, and sometimes what the blue bird picks up is not a letter paper but a flower that is about to wither, and sometimes it is a flower that is about to wither. What came to her was just the two words on a piece of snow-white rice paper - Late Zhi.

Late.Late.Late.

It seems to be tossing and turning, and I can also feel these two words spit out from the man's mouth, like the breath of spring in an instant, turning into a flower in the distance, and slowly blooming in my heart.

So when I see these words, I will slowly overflow with a slight smile.

You don't have to ask him how he is doing, because you know that no matter what the result is, it's just that you don't have to regret the journey you have traveled.

For her, staying by Zhaohou's side is just a daily chore. The whole country is slowly moving forward on an established track, and except for those things about the country's government affairs, Zhaohou will pull Watching her to watch the sunrise, she said that she does not watch the sunset, but only the sunrise, and sometimes she will play a game of chess with her. Zhaohou's chess skills are average, but he walks with a peaceful mind. She passed by with a faint smile, and more often, she would hold her hand and tell her to get dressed, sleep well, and eat well.

At that time, she looked at Song Wanzhi like a mother.

Just like when she fell into the cold abyss of the temple and didn't wake up for three days and three nights, she held her hand in front of the bed, and tears fell down, dripping hot on her wrist, Hot so far.

I used to think that I didn't get along with Empress Zhao very much, but now that I think about it, I suddenly find that those little things, looking back, seem to be the most difficult part of my memory.

-

When September came, Empress Zhao walked with her hand in her hands in silence, Song Wanzhi brought a cup of bitter tea to Empress Zhao, and gently placed it in front of her.

"What happened?" Song Wanzhi asked.

Zhao Hou stood up, and then threw the memorial on the table.

Song Wanzhi looked down, but it was about the army of Zhao State. Zhao State had no large-scale wars in the past 300 years because of the Yehe River as a barrier.

But outside of Zhao Kingdom, after all, there are many small clans, they are independent, but they are also attached to Zhao Kingdom, and they only need to offer sacrifices to Zhao Kingdom every year.But now things are quite uneasy, because in the northwest of Zhao Kingdom, two small clans somehow used an army to win over a stationed army, and they started to open up their own territory in remote places. thoughts.

Any capable ruler would never tolerate such a thing happening.

Zhaohou looked at Song Wanzhi, and said, "You still need to go to this matter now, and go with the imperial decree. If you don't use force, it's better not to use force."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "You Si knows."

Zhaohou took a teapot next to her, poured a cup of tea for Song Wanzhi, and handed it over: "On the way, pay attention to your health."

Song Wanzhi took it with both hands, smiled slightly, looked at the cup of tea, and finally drank it in his mouth.

She turned around, took a few steps, and was stopped by Empress Zhao: "Come here, child."

Song Wanzhi stopped, then turned around and walked over.

Standing on the stone steps, Zhaohou pulled out the ebony hairpin from her hair, then put away the jade hairpin on Song Wanzhi's hair, then pulled her hair up, and tied it with her own ebony hairpin. .

"There is nothing to give you. Remember, come back at the end of the year. There will be a Qianqiu banquet at the end of the year. That is the busiest time in Zhao Kingdom."

Song Wanzhi nodded with a smile.

Zhaohou stroked her hair: "Go."

Song Wanzhi bent over to her, and then, holding the imperial decree, walked outside.

The girl's back gradually moved away in front of Zhaohou, she looked at her, watched her leave, raised her hand, and seemed to be able to feel the girl's soft hair.

Vaguely as before.

However, in the end, she just put her hands behind her back, and then stood there, standing in the empty palace, watching her past disappear completely with Song Wanzhi's departure.

Joys and joys, parting and reunion, human nature.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, people do what they want.

Still, it’s better not to see through.

-

In the temple, green smoke curls up, mountain peaks intersperse, and small pavilions stand alone.

Someone is standing there.

"Do you think she's going to die?"

"It depends on whether Empress Zhao will make a move."

"Her, why is she reluctant? Don't forget, if it wasn't for her son, Song Wan would have died long ago."

"Yes, who would have thought that such a queen could kill her husband with her own hands, even her own son would not care, and the little girl who was raised by her side was driven to nowhere by her. Such torture. If it wasn't for His Majesty's action, I'm afraid the grass on the grave would have grown several feet."

"This is really a powerful woman."

"Yes, it's amazing."

　Time is really a miraculous thing. I didn’t think much of it when I saw it before, but now I look at it again, but I have a different feeling~
　　For example, Red Mansions. When I was a child, I read romance novels, and later read them as encyclopedias. I used to like to bury flowers, but now I like the part about the "shabby room and empty hall"~
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　　Thank you Piao Piao~ In fact, my mood has been too slow recently, I don’t know how to write the nervous ones below~ Well, Ah Chui worked hard to adjust~
　　The time is not stable, I know it is a fatal injury~ Sorry~
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