Qin Se looked at the scene in front of her in amazement, the pavilions, terraces, pavilions, Qionglou Yuyu, Shenxiao Jiangque. It is the same as the palace, even more magnificent.
Relying on the memories of his lifetime, he wandered in the palace and stopped outside Weiyang Palace.
The past is vague, and the eye sockets are moist. There was some choking.
Just as he was hesitating, a woman's voice sounded in the palace. The voice was clear and clean, like a trickling stream.
"Since you're here, come in."
Qin Se was slightly startled, and walked in slowly. The decorations in Weiyang Palace, every object was very familiar, overlapping with the scene before her death.
The difference is that the palace is so quiet that people feel at ease, there is no one around, only a young woman is sitting on a pear blossom wooden round stool, and there is a Yaoqin in front of her, playing with it curiously.
Qinse knows that Yaoqin, which is made of high-quality paulownia wood, is that person's treasure. Later, it was also this piano that made her dance in surprise and won the favor.
"This is a good piano, can you play it?" the woman asked suddenly.
Qin Se shook her head bitterly, "Just a little."
"That's a pity." The woman said emotionally, "Who is the owner of this violin?"
"An old friend."
"A very important old friend?" The woman suddenly raised her eyes and stared at Qin Se.
Qin Se was shocked, the woman's face looked very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, strange but familiar.
After a while, he murmured, "Who are you?"
The woman thought for a while and asked: "You came here by yourself, don't you know who I am?"
"Are you Du Ling?" Qin Se asked in a low voice, "No Everyone said that Du Ling on Du River is an old and ugly mother-in-law. How could she be a young and beautiful woman?"
Du Ling smiled and said: "That's just Du Ling in the eyes of the world. What Du Ling looks like in your eyes is what I look like."
"Du Ling in my eyes?" Qin Se was lost for a moment, "It is indeed what I remember Then what is going on with this palace?"
"Imperial Palace" Du Ling looked around, and said with a slight smile: "The image is born from the heart, and it is all what you think in your heart. It seems that this is the place you couldn't let go of when you were alive."
Qin Se was slightly stunned, and her sadness was beyond words, "Because here I made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life."
"So you came here to change that decision?"
Qin Se nodded, "Yes."
Du Ling asked again: "Is this decision a knot in your heart? Drinking Mengpo soup won't help?"
Qin Se smiled bitterly, "I drank three bowls, but I still can't forget my life. Granny Meng asked me to come here to get rid of my obsession, otherwise I won't be able to enter reincarnation, and I can only be a lonely ghost wandering the world. I used a It¡¯s been a hundred years since I came here I want to choose again, even if it¡¯s just a dream.¡±
"One hundred years" Du Ling sighed wistfully, "It should be a long, long time for you."
"Before I was alive, I only lived to be twenty-six years old. This hundred years seems like a lifetime away."
Du Ling sighed, and greeted Qin Se: "Come with me"
Exit Weiyang Palace, go straight south, turn around a few corridors, and exit the palace. There is a peach garden, full of peach blossoms in full bloom, like pink clouds, and there is a pear blossom chaise longue under the tree.
Du Ling pointed to the imperial concubine chair and said, "Just lie there."
Qin Se caressed the peach blossoms on the branches, she remembered that the happiest time was under the peach blossom tree, he played the piano, she danced, at that moment, they only had each other.
Qin Se lay obediently on the chaise longue, and Du Ling stood in front of her head, stroking the consciousness on her forehead, "I need to obtain the memory of your life, during this period, you will fall into a deep sleep, when you wake up again Whenyou will have a chance to choose again"
Qin Se gave a soft "um" and then fell asleep drowsily. A moment before going to bed, in a trance, it seemed to hear the familiar sound of the piano, the harmony of the piano and the sound, the peach blossoms of that year were the most exuberant (Remember this Website URL: www.hlnovel.com