Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 162

When Zhuo Rui hurriedly called the little eunuch to inquire quietly, the little eunuch reported back: "The scriptures that were copied by Concubine Shu herself. Just now Miss Caixiang sent most of the scriptures she copied to the Great Buddha Hall, saying that they will be distributed in the future Let people read it, and you can accumulate virtue and do good deeds; but the concubine Shu said that her scriptures were only copied for her own peace of mind, and she was not allowed to spread them to cause trouble, so she asked someone to move the brazier and burn the rest of the scriptures .”

Tang Tianxiao knew that Xiang'er was just looking for an excuse to send those scriptures to him, and said with a sneer: "If you don't have evil intentions, how can you be afraid of others knowing about such a good thing as copying scriptures?"

The little eunuch said: "I specially moved the brazier over there, it seems that it wasn't all for burning scriptures. I heard that Concubine Shu thought there were too many things in the room, so she also burned the useless writing paper by the way."

"Useless writing paper?"

But although Qianmei is smart, she doesn't like to write.Tang Tianxiao was very diligent, practicing a few words almost every day.

He was always with her, so most of the writing papers he practiced were kept with her.

He narrowed his phoenix eyes and stepped inside.

When the little eunuch was about to report, Tang Tianxiao shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

He stepped in silently.

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In the evening, Ke Qianmei finished copying another scripture, and suddenly noticed that the scriptures she had written in the past few days had disappeared, so she asked, "Xiang'er, where did you put my scriptures?"

Xiang'er hurriedly replied: "The Great Buddha Hall is collecting various scriptures and distributing them to the believers below. It is said that doing good deeds can increase blessings and longevity. I heard that this is a good thing, so I collected it and sent it over. .”

Ke Qianmei said: "Oh, don't cause trouble for me. What's more, the offerings in the Great Buddha Hall are Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and I copied Taoist scriptures. It's not the same thing at all. What's the trouble?"

Xiang'er said: "Since that's the case, I'll go and get back later!"

"Forget it, just don't take it in the future. I copied it just to make myself feel at ease."

But as Qianmei spoke, she flipped through the copied scriptures, but a piece of paper floated down.

She picked it up, but it was the "Papaya" she copied that day. Behind it was written by Tang Tianxiao, "Death and life are in harmony with each other, and talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand, and grow old with you", and there is also "Yu Hekuo" written by her. Xi, don’t let me live. Yu Qixun, don’t believe me.”

Regardless of life or death, I have made an agreement with you that we will hold hands and spend the rest of our lives together.It's a pity that things backfired, and good luck tricked people.We are finally separated, and we will never see you again in our lifetime, and we will never be able to fulfill our vows in our lifetime.

The paper is wrinkled badly.

Ke Qianmei picked up the crumpled ball from the corner that day, smoothed it out with great difficulty, saw the deceptive words clearly, and vaguely understood how Tang Tianxiao found out that she had left the palace so quickly. go.

He cared about her, so he understood her.

Therefore, after deceiving others and oneself, it is harming others and oneself.

She smiled sadly, and ordered: "Here comes the pot of fire, and I'll burn all these useless things!"

Xiang'er was puzzled, so she had to follow suit.

She rummaged through every corner, opened the cabinet, and found the poems and scrolls she had stored like treasures.

There are Tang Tianxiao's handwritten words and paintings, and there are also Li Mingyuan's handwriting that she brought from Beihe all the way.

She doesn't want to keep it.

Cut off everything that could be broken, burned everything that could be burned, and quietly huddled in this small palace, not thinking about anything, not caring about anything, maybe it was the luck of her life.

She will always be the only princess in Kezhubu, the concubine Shu who was once favored in the Great Zhou Palace but finally fell out of favor.

She can secretly like someone, quietly like someone, and then slowly blur his figure as the years go by, her love.

She will never be in the sudden hatred of annihilating her family, her eyes are tearing apart, and she wants to live in pain.

Li Mingyuan was lying to her, Kanati was lying to her.

They each have their own plans, so they are all lying to her.

And she will always only believe in herself.

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The scriptures were thrown into the brazier, and the flames burst forth, and the light was bright.

That "Papaya" was thrown into the brazier, and the tongue of fire quickly swallowed up the oath she made with him. The words "Hold your hand and grow old with you" struggled and rolled in the flames as if unwilling to give up, and finally turned into deep black ashes.

She seemed to be a little more relaxed, and continued to slowly burn the imprints left by those two men in her life.

Year by year, year by year, day by day, autumn after autumn, one generation reminds the other.One gathering and one parting, one joy and one sadness, one couch and one body lying down, one life in one dream...

She smiled bleakly, and threw Tang Tianxiao's smirking portrait of herself into the fire, followed by Li Mingyuan's handwritten poems and military manuals for her to read and copy...

Grabbing a scroll, she glanced at it, slightly absent-minded.

It was the painting that Li Mingyuan gave her before she came to Dazhou to get married. It was the scene of their first meeting in her memory.

The moonlight is like water, the snow desert is like a song, and the little girl's cautious little footprints are stepped on in the big footprints.

The little girl in colorful clothes looked up at the man playing the piano, as if she was looking up at the divine mansion in her heart, yearning but not daring to desecrate.

He actually understands the thoughts of the girl he brought up with his own hands.

He was aware of her admiration for him, and he used it quietly.

He paints very well, the artistic conception is spacious and elegant, and the characters have similar eyebrows, but Qian Mei never seems to like this painting that is said to be specially made for her.

She always felt that there was something missing in this painting; that lack seemed to be covered up by Li Mingyuan, but she couldn't cover it up.

This painting is deep and deep, full of the sadness and loss of separation, but it is not complete at all, just like an excerpt from the Central Plains, without the most important Zhengdan role.

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