Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 341 Spring Banquet

At the foot of Fahai Temple, Lie Lie, dressed in red, stood beside the nine thousand stone steps.

Looking up, the tall mountains are lush and green, with plum red dots.

On the top of the mountain, one can see a stone Buddha statue, and the Buddha's eyes are compassionately looking at the woman in the wedding dress at the foot of the mountain.

The lotus yarn curls up with the wind, like a fairy in the clouds.

The blue silk was not combed, and the phoenix crown was not worn, but the woman was still shockingly beautiful, as gorgeous as a vermilion.

The wedding gown of Xiapei was worn on her body, which set off the beautiful face of hibiscus, which was full of spring and crimson.

Beauty is beauty, but it lacks soul and soul.
It seems like a walking dead, not smiling or not happy.

Lu Ziyu stood under the stone steps expressionlessly, letting the bright red wedding dress on his body be blown in the air by the cold wind.

When spring comes, the plum blossoms are still struggling to bloom.

Dong's fierceness can't kill it, but it can take away and swallow up all the youth in it.

She still has her parents, brother and sister-in-law to protect, and she can't fall into the winter snow with him, she still has to go, walking hard.

Since there is no marriage in this life, we will meet again in the next life.
If you couldn't give him your body, you gave him your soul.

Lu Ziyu tightly clenched the exquisite dice in her palm, she raised her eyes to look at the endless stone steps, her expression could not help showing a sense of sadness.

This is her third time here.

The first time, he rode a horse captive and galloped up; the second time, she wore a red robe and walked to the top of the mountain to see him off from Beijing; the third time, she came to marry a soul
The lotus yarn swings slowly.

Lu Ziyu moved.

She didn't ride a horse, and she didn't lift her foot to step over the stone steps.

The steps stopped in front of the first stone steps, and the red gauze fell to the ground, revealing a piece of Yunyan Ruyi phoenix pattern embroidered shoes.

With slightly bent knees, he landed on the cold and cool stone steps.

Bow your head and kowtow, full of piety.

This time, she will kneel down to the full nine thousand steps, enduring the unbearable suffering of ordinary people, and the unbearable calamity of all living beings.

Kuro, wait for me
"My lord, what are you going to do, Fourth Lady?" Xu Huai and Yan Huaijin came to the foot of the mountain, and happened to see Lu Ziyu in a red robe, kneeling and kowtowing.

Yan Huaijin looked at the thin figure in red with pity.

After a long time, his slightly sickly lips parted slightly, "She wants to kneel all the way to the top of the mountain, begging Lu Shena to marry her soul to Yingsu."

"Marrying a soul is just a rumor, how could Si Niangzi believe it?" Her face was full of disbelief, her mouth was so wide that a duck egg could be stuffed into it.

Yan Huaijin curled his lips bitterly.

Yes, marrying a soul is just a rumor.

Even the stupid and ignorant knew it, but she was so smart that she couldn't believe it.

If she had a way and a way out, she would never be so stupid as to believe in the theory of marrying a soul.

But she was helpless and desperate, but she couldn't let go of the obsession in her heart, so she had to use this method to seek relief.

It's just that what Yan Huaijin didn't expect was that she would have such deep affection for him, so deep that it made her dirty and ugly jealous.

The sky was grey.

In the dark clouds, fine snow like salt flakes fell lightly.

It's dense and urgent.

Flying snow after spring is rare in the world.

He raised his head humbly, and used his head to catch the soft but bitingly cold snowflakes.

"My lord, it's snowing." He wiped off the snow on his face indiscriminately, and looked up at the woman who kept kneeling on the stone steps, with a confused look on his face, "Why don't we quickly knock the fourth lady unconscious Take it away. I see that the snow is coming fast, and it might trap us here in a while."

Yan Huaijin shook his head, "Go back, I will guard her."

He knew that if Lu Ziyu wasn't allowed to vent all the resentment and resentment in his heart today, this incident might imprison her for the rest of his life.

Obsession, obsession, only when you can let go, can you get rid of it completely.

Yan Huaijin took out an oil-paper umbrella from the carriage, and he walked towards the stone steps, but he never came to Lu Ziyu.

He stood behind her and accompanied her silently.

Lu Ziyu stiffly repeated his movements.

step up, kneel down, kowtow
Cool snowflakes drifted into her collar, and some of them were blown into her eyes and hair by the wind.

She stopped and spread her palms to catch the snowflakes.

Snowing?
The snow was too cold, and her Jiulang was already lying in the cold coffin, so why did she need to bury her in a thick layer of snow?
She will marry him in spring.

Marry him in the warm and bright season when everything is born
If the snow is too cold, then use her blood to melt it.

His head hit the stone steps, making a muffled sound.

"Spring feast, sing a song with a glass of green wine, and pay homage to Chen Sanyuan again." Lu Ziyu's thin lips parted slightly, his brows and eyes were full of bone-chilling coldness.

The white jade-like forehead was red and swollen, and the flesh had already been broken.

Yan Huaijin followed Lu Ziyu every step of the way with his heartstrings in his hands, and the oil-paper umbrella always landed firmly on top of her head.

He understands that he can't stop this matter, he can only be a bystander.

"I wish you a thousand years old." Embroidered shoes stepped on the steps.

"Secondly, I wish my concubine a long and healthy life." Xiapei fell down.

"The three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, and we will meet each other every year." Qingsi burst into tears.

Lu Ziyu's lips twitched, and he sang the song "Spring Banquet" over and over again in a hoarse voice.

She sings joys and sorrows, and sighs separation and reunion.

Singing the lingering love and hate in the world, lamenting the yin and yang of an infatuated lover.

There is a man in the lyrics, but she has no man; there is love in the song, but she has no love.

A full nine thousand steps, nine thousand steps.
The blood on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, but Lu Ziyu couldn't feel the pain.

The stone steps are endless, covered by thick snow.

It was cold and long.

On the way up the stairs, she nearly broke her leg, cried blindly, and sang hoarsely.

Her thin figure wobbled like duckweed in the rain, helpless.

Yan Huaijin watched and guarded, feeling as if his heart was being pricked by a needle, full of pain.

She was not only torturing herself, but also torturing him.

At sunset, the wind and snow stopped.

The verdant mountain top of Fahai Temple is covered with silver makeup, with a touch of red, and finally staggers up to the top of the mountain, as delicate as the morning glow.

Lu Ziyu no longer had the strength to support himself and walk up to Lu Shena, her legs gave way and she fell onto the snow in embarrassment.

Yan Huaijin put down the oil-paper umbrella in a panic, and quickly stepped forward to half-support her stiff body, "Sister Yu, Sister Yu?"

Lu Ziyu turned a deaf ear, his eyes glazed over.

She pushed Yan Huaijin away, struggled and crawled towards Lu Shena, her appearance made people feel heartbroken to see her.

The scarlet wedding dress was dragged on the snow, in full swing.

Lu Ziyu's legs couldn't use any strength, so she could only slowly transfer her strength to her arms, and let her arms support her body to climb to Lu Shena's feet.

She raised her head and looked at Lushena pleadingly.

His face was full of sadness.

With trembling hands, she wanted to grab Lushena's sitting lotus, but she couldn't catch or touch it with all her strength.
"Please. Please give him back to me, give me back my Kuro"

The cries were heart-piercing, and the tone was desolate and mournful.

Hot blood and heavy crystal tears were intertwined on her beautiful face, which was as red as a wedding dress.

Lu Shena Buddha's eyes were lowered as before, as if in pity.

Lu Ziyu knew.

he died.

She also died.

Heart died.
The arms slowly dropped down.

She lay flat on the snow, her red and rouge skirt spread out like a screen, and three thousand black hairs were scattered like ink, splashing on the snow to form a painting.

The eyelids trembled a few times and gradually closed.

The exquisite dice in the palm of the hand rolled down on the white as silk snow. It should have looked black and charcoal, but there was a hint of crescent white.

After Yan Huaijin saw Lu Ziyu closed his eyes, he hurriedly took off the cloak on his shoulders and wrapped it around Lu Ziyu.

Fingertips poke at her breath, weak and vain.

Yan Huaijin frowned, and raised his hand to transfer the heat in his body to Lu Ziyu.

After finishing breathing, he couldn't help covering his lips and coughing fiercely.

On the snow ground, red beads hang down, dazzling and bright, it is hard to tell whose blood it is.

Yan Huaijin saw that Lu Ziyu's pale face had turned rosy, and his heart finally sank.

He raised his sleeve to wipe away the remaining blood on the tip of his lips, passed his big palm through Lu Ziyu's waist, and hugged him horizontally.

The voice was as gentle as the wind of Sanyang, jokingly, "Sister Yu, don't fall asleep, Brother Yan will take you home."

　Hey, it's hard to write

　　
　
(End of this chapter)