Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 140 Red Maple Breaks Love, Notes

The ceremony in the temple lasted for two days.

In the past two days, Su Rao has been bored and read all of Zhu Yan's private collection of "The Story of the Woman in the West Chamber Rescuing Her Husband".

It's a pity that the story is so dry, so boring.

"What are you writing?"

When he went to return the book, the man was squatting under a big tree root, biting his pen and laughing. Su Rao patted him from behind, which made him jump up instantly.

"Gu, girl!"

Zhu Yan was very annoyed, "Why do you walk without making a sound? You scared me to death."

"I almost stepped on the ground, it's because you are too vigilant."

Su Rao shook her head helplessly, looking at the hand hidden behind his back, "Have you not taken it out and have a look?"

"Do you really want to see?"

Zhu Yan smiled shyly, and said dawdly: "Look at it, you can't let the young master get away with it, or I won't be able to keep this treasure."

"understood."

Su Rao stretched out her hands and beckoned to him. He handed her the little book in embarrassment, still worried: "Be careful, don't break it."

"Crap."

She threw the scriptbook in her hand into Zhu Yan's arms, walked aside and leaned against the tree trunk to read slowly, the more she looked at it, the more weird her face became, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

"what is this?"

Su Rao pointed to a place and asked.

Zhu Yan leaned over and glanced, "Isn't this written? The female judge bids farewell to her deceased father and weeps at the grave, and your noble son goes forward with love."

"That's not what I asked!"

Her fingertips as white as jade tapped on those words, "What do you mean 'woman, come with me'?"

How did you come up with these two and greasy lines?

Zhu Yan scratched his head and said, "Then how should I write it? Don't you think this sentence is very appropriate to express your heart?"

Su Rao: "..."

She took a deep breath and continued to look down.

The so-called "Records of Investigating Cases" is actually a selection and record of their encounters along the way, and the details of the case can be abbreviated, but it is extremely detailed to write about her and Yan Yun's daily life.

For example, dancing in Palm Fangge, alone to heal your wounds.

For example, that full of candied fruit, a room of fireworks.

For example, Wuxi town holds umbrellas and Changhe lotus lanterns.

Except for some unrealistic brain-filling scenes, Su Rao seems to have walked this road again.

only……

"I finally know why you dare not let your ancestors see it."

There is no doubt that the "Guishizi" in this script is written according to the appearance of the ancestor, but it is written as a young man full of love and love, you and me, who are soft and easy to push down.

"This, isn't this what drama needs! Just laugh at it."

Bamboo Banquet bowed again and again, as if begging for mercy.

"So why did you add that sentence here?"

Su Rao turned a few pages upside down, and stopped on the article about putting out lanterns on the Mingyin Festival. At the end, Shizi looked at a river of lotus lanterns and asked, "Do you want to pick the moon?"

What does this mean?
Zhu Yan's eyeballs rolled around twice, and suddenly remembered that night he was lying in the reeds, the girl was standing by the river, the water in the river was sparkling, and the lotus lamp was like day.

She looked at the lantern in the river, and the young master looked at the man under the moon.

From such a distance, he could see the deep and quiet eyes, focusing on a figure of a person, as if there was no room for any scenery except her.

That's when the words came to his mind.

"Do you want to pick the moon?"

The moon is bright in the sky, the pearl in the palm of your hand, girl, do you want to pick the moon?

Zhu Yan stared at her intently, the words turned in her throat several times, and finally swallowed them back.

He grinned and said, "Isn't this a sudden inspiration? I wrote it casually."

"Ok."

Su Rao shrugged indifferently, closed the notebook, and handed it back to him, "Keep it safe, don't be seen by others, otherwise, you will definitely die a miserable death."

"Coincidentally, I think so too."

As Zhu Yan spoke, he stuffed the thing into his bosom, and patted it lightly twice, "When the time is right, this story will surely become popular all over the world."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for this day in your lifetime."

Su Rao laughed.

"Not necessarily."

Zhu Yan is full of confidence in this, his son was not enlightened before, and when he really sees his own heart clearly, he will definitely not sit still and wait for death.

At that time, his words will have more material.

I'm so excited just thinking about it.

Su Rao didn't know where his confidence came from, and it wasn't easy to attack him, so she could only laugh it off.

"Why are you still here?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and the two turned their heads to see that it was Qi Chi, who looked past Su Rao and landed on Zhu Yan, "Hurry up and check the surrounding arrangements."

"understood."

Zhu Yan replied angrily, and walked away.

Xichi bowed his hand to her, and then left.

The courtyard was quiet, and Su Rao stood under the tree for a while, and she caught a glimpse of the red-hot maple leaves on the wall from the corner of her eye, and suddenly became interested.

I have nothing to do, so I just went to have a look at that red maple.

The red maple tree grows on the edge of the cliff, next to the Marriage Temple, because the girls hang red silk on it to pray for blessings and marriage, so it is also called the Marriage Tree.

She walked along the smooth brick road through the temple to the edge of the cliff.

looked up.

This red maple tree is about several meters high, its trunk grows obliquely out of the cliff, its branches and leaves are dense, and the fiery red leaves hang on it, as if it wants to burn the sky.

Countless red silk and bells hung on the protruding slender branches.

Su Rao raised her hand to hold a piece of red silk, on which was written: "May Hong Lang and my concubine stay in love forever and grow old together."

Grab another one.

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated."

"May my father and mother agree to this marriage, so that I can marry my son as I wish."

……

I looked at several red silks in a row, either praying for a good husband, or praying for a good marriage.

Su Rao just watched like this, watching the affairs of the shy daughters above, watching their resentment, until finally she caught a piece of red silk.

It read, "May he be safe, Lin Lang."

The bell was rusted, even if it was blown by the wind, it could not make a sound. Su Rao looked at the red silk quietly, feeling a little turbulent in her heart.

This tree-full wish is for myself.

Only her, may he be safe.

idiot!

Su Rao sighed lightly, loosened the red silk, and just lowered her hand, a gust of wind blew across the mountain, blowing straight to the rustling of red maple trees.

The bells sounded one after another, like playing fairy music.

However, in this quiet and peaceful sky, a broken branch of red silk with a bell fell down. Su Rao subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it. Unexpectedly, she only had time to see the word "Lin Lang" at the end, and then it was swept away by the wind. No trace.

Lin Lang is dead, and the red silk is broken.

Empty ring tone.

This love-hate entanglement, two years of solitude seemed to be over at this moment, Su Rao looked at the direction where the red silk disappeared, and said softly after a while: "Go all the way."

In a trance, there seemed to be a bell sound coming from under the cliff.

He seemed to be responding to her from afar.

"Farewell to my family, may the girl be safe and successful in the future, and be happy forever."

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