Going north from Bianliang, it stretches all the way into the mountains. It gradually becomes rugged and steep. After spring, the mountains gradually become green. Below the dense forest is a winding mountain road that appears and disappears from time to time. I can see a few people walking in the mountain road with their chopped firewood on their backs and carrying a few wild game. Only a few miles away, and up between the two peaks, crossing the towering pine and cypress branches and leaves, a village appears in their sight.

The simple village seems to have just been built. The gate beams at the entrance of the village have not yet been dry. Some people come over to look at the people from far and near, and then breathe out and do their own things. The few who come in are like hunters or woodcutters in the village. After handing the game in their hands to the people for treatment, they say something to others. Most of these people have vegetables on their faces, and they obviously often go hungry.

"What's going on outside? Have the Jurchens retreated?"

"I don't know, I'll hide here anyway, but I'll survive."

"It's just that the girl I rescued last time is stupid. I still stay alone and don't do anything. Other women have some opinions about her."

"Why did Master Zhou say that everyone's lives are saved by him here? Everyone listened to him."

"He is there, want to know, just ask yourself."

After several people came back from the village after two or three days, they talked about the situation in the village. Living in such an environment, they were somewhat worried. Naturally, they would ask what happened in the village as soon as they came back.

Then someone walked under the eaves over there.

Under the newly built straw hut, the old man was flipping over the dry herbs. The young man behind him came over: "Master Zhou, the girl heard that she still didn't want to do things. Everyone in the village seemed to have any objections. It's not a solution to continue like this. Everyone was hungry and looking for food. She continued like this. It's not a solution."

"Although the Jurchens retreated, there are only dead people outside and grassroots. Where do you want her to go?" The old man turned around and put down the herbs in his hand.

He also put down the rolled cuffs. He nodded while walking and patted the other person on the shoulder: "This place is for people who can't survive. Who has done more or less, someone has no objection, this will happen. People's hearts are unfair. Now that the Jurchens are retreating outside, the court will clean up the mess. Many people will leave here, and even one will not be left behind. Mu Yang, after all, this place is too hard. What do you want to earn? What will it do at that time?"

The old man swept his eyes to the other party, and the young man named Mu Yang turned red and retreated in embarrassment.

Under the eaves, the red light came from the top of the mountain and shone on him, facing the direction of the setting sun. There was a cliff on the other side of the village, a thick old tree holding an umbrella-shaped body, and the delicate figure below sat there without moving.

The old man walked over with his hands.

The wind blew from there, and his already gray hair was a little messy. Occasionally, insects would ring in the grass at his feet. Under the tree, a woman in a green dress sat on the ground with her back against the tree. When she heard someone coming, she hurriedly shrank her legs and shrank her whole delicate body.

Even a little trembling.

"My name is Zhou Tong." The old man came over and did not look at the woman beside him, but looked at the ray of red red that was about to fall from the other side of the mountain.

"Does the girl remember who she is?"

Over there, the woman on the ground was silent for a moment, and then shook her head.

Zhou Tong turned around and sighed, "Miss, do you know how the people in this village came? The Jurchens came here, and most of the relatives of the people died outside, but they still had to live and live hard. When they first came, everyone had nothing on them. Now slowly, although there will be people who will get up in the middle of the night to chew grass and tree bark, they will always have some stuttering."

"I can't remember who I am, where I come from, and I don't have relatives at home. It doesn't matter, but people always have to live. You can remember what happened before when you are alive. Do you think?"

"I me"

The woman said somehow, and maybe she hadn't spoken for a long time. She raised her uninjured arm and placed it on her knees. She bent down and buried her face in her arms. Her tone was slightly choked, and tears rolled down from her eyes and she suddenly started crying.

"I seem to be thinking about someone in my heart, but I have no impression of it. I don't know who he is, nor who I am!"

Zhou Tong took a deep breath and stared at the crying figure silently. The last little light retreated from the back of the mountain, and black invaded.

The woman choked and wiped her tears, "I saw him several times, but when I opened my eyes, my figure disappeared. I really want to know where he is."

The sound of wind came from the mountains, and the sky was completely dark, and the black wrapped the two of them in the night. Then, the old man's voice said, "The girl has no name and no memory, all these are good! At least you don't have those painful memories. Do you know the lotus? She stands out in the mud and is spotless. Since God has asked you to come back from scratch, just like this lotus, it may not be that she hopes you will live again in this world."

"Since you have lost your past and your name, I will give you it."

"Without parents, I will recognize you as my daughter."

He squatted down and looked at the crying figure pity, and murmured: "I have never married in my life and have no children. If you agree, how about I call you Fuli?"

Under the night, the crying woman stopped sob. When the wind blew, the clouds in the sky gradually opened, revealing spots of light flashing.

In the sky, in the night, the wind blows through the black clothes, making noises, and figures pass through the imperial city section. There are few guards here, but I have not noticed anyone passing by.

Yanfu Palace, a place not far from the emperor's coffin.

The masked black shadow opened it, tiptoed to search for something inside, occasionally raising his head vigilantly and listening carefully to the sound outside.

On the other side of this place, Yu Huatian held down the guards who wanted to step forward and waved his hand to signal them not to act rashly.

Then, the figure who was looking for something seemed to have found something, turned around and returned along the path when it came.

The moment the hall gate was closed, Yu Huatian curled the corners of her lips, and her expression was cold with a smile, "This thing was prepared for that person, just for him to steal it. You guys are really impatient."

"Yu Qianhu, that's Your Majesty's thing. If the Empress Dowager knows, the humble officials will lose their heads." Someone among the guards shouted.

The floral white robe snorted coldly, and took a step and turned around for a moment, and the voice came in a cold voice: "Our family can also make you lose your head."

"You'd better turn a blind eye to this matter and just look at it. This matter is subject to the supervision of the Lord. Of course, your benefits are indispensable."

Everyone looked at each other and bowed helplessly: "Yes, Lord Xie Qianhu rewarded him."

ps: This will be a turning point in cherishing blessings. After all, you don’t want the silly girl to be like a child who will never grow up. She will spend her whole life under Bai Ning’s wings? Chunfeng thinks she should give her a complete life. As for how to write, what kind of cherishing blessings will look like in the future, you can wait and see...
Chapter completed!