Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1052 Glyph

, he woke up from his dream and stumbled to get the medicine. Xiao Heng looked at Shen Qingci's tearful face and suddenly smiled. The smile was pale and weak, but with a hint of satisfaction. "Qingci, under the peach tree that year, I thought... If I could marry you, I would have no regrets in this life..." His voice became lower and weaker, and the last few words were almost inaudible. His hands fell weakly and never raised again. At this moment, the sky was just turning pale, and the first ray of morning light shone through the clouds, illuminating the tower of Yanmen Pass and Shen Qingci's tear-stained face. Shen Qingci hugged Xiao Heng's gradually cold body and sat on the tower of Yanmen Pass, motionless. She did not cry or speak, but just watched the morning glow in the sky dye the sky red little by little, and watched the moon disappear in the sky little by little. The cold wind messed up her hair and froze her cheeks, but she seemed unaware of it. Her world collapsed the moment Xiao Heng closed his eyes. She held him, watching the moon all night long, from its peak in the sky to its fading twilight. Only when the sun rose fully, its warm rays bathing her, did she slowly raise her head. Tears were gone from her eyes, replaced by a deadly calm. "Xiao Heng," she whispered, her voice almost hoarse and inaudible, "You said you would take me home. You can't break your promise." She slowly stood up, holding Xiao Heng tightly in her arms, and descended the tower. Her steps were steady, as if she were holding not a cold corpse but her entire world. The sounds of fighting raged on the tower, but Shen Qingci's eyes were focused solely on the man in her arms. She knew that from now on, she would carry his hope and faith, live well, and defend Yanmen Pass, the place he had protected with his life. "I will immediately issue a decree appropriating funds for the construction of a medical clinic at Yanmen Pass and appointing three imperial physicians to garrison there." The clinic was named "Huaiwei Hall" to commemorate the achievements of Weiyuan Hou. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Qingci kowtowed in thanks, her voice still calm. After leaving the palace, Shen Qingci did not return to the Marquis' Mansion. The mansion that was once full of laughter and joy now only had endless memories and sorrow. She did not dare to go back. She asked someone to load Xiao Heng's coffin onto the carriage, and then said to Wanqing: "Let's go back to Yanmen Pass." Wanqing was stunned: "Madam, aren't we going back to the Marquis' Mansion? This is our home." Shen Qingci looked into the distance and said softly: "Xiao Heng's roots are in Yanmen Pass, and my roots are there too. "Wan Qing looked at the determination in her eyes, nodded in the end, and turned around to make arrangements. It was early spring when she returned to Yanmen Pass again. The construction of the clinic went smoothly and was completed in less than two months. The blue bricks and black tiles, although not gorgeous, are very solid. A garden was specially opened up in the open space in front of the clinic, ready to be used to grow herbs. The day the clinic was completed was Qingming Festival. The drizzle was light, with a hint of chill. Shen Qingci, dressed in white, planted a peach tree in the backyard of the clinic. She brought the sapling from Jiangnan. Although the branches were slender, they were full of vitality. She personally fertilized and watered the sapling, her movements were gentle and focused. Wan Qing stood aside, watching her busy figure, and suddenly found that there were a few more strands of dazzling white hair on her temples, like a layer of frost. "Madam," Wan Qing couldn't help choking, "let's go back to Jiangnan. The wind here is too strong and not suitable for you. "Shen Qingci stood up, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She did not answer, but pointed to the distant sky and said, "Look." Wanqing looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a line of wild geese forming a neat "human" shape, flying across the sky outside the pass, their calls clear, carrying the breath of spring. Shen Qingci gently stroked the branches of the peach tree, as if touching her lover's cheek. "Look, spring is here. "Wan Qing looked at the faint hope in her eyes and suddenly understood. Although this place is full of wind, frost and swords, it contains her deepest concern and longing. As the days passed, the people of Yanmen Pass gradually got used to the figure of the woman in white in front of the clinic. Every year when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, Shen Qingci can always be seen sitting on the stone bench in front of the clinic, taking the pulse of passers-by. Her movements are still gentle and precise, but there are more fine wrinkles on her hands. There is always a sword beside her. It was the sword used by Xiao Heng when he was alive, and a faded red silk was tied to the hilt. When the wind blows, The red silk fluttered gently, just like the peach blossoms on the helmet tassel of the silver-armored general. The people of Yanmen Pass had all kinds of legends about her. Some said that she was waiting for someone who would never come back, and her hair turned white. Others said that the soul of Weiyuan Hou was reluctant to leave her, so he turned into the wind of Yanmen Pass, accompanying her day and night, so she could always smile at ease in the wind. Others said that the peach tree was the incarnation of Weiyuan Hou, and that the tree was full of flowers every spring in response to her longing. Shen Qingci never paid attention to these legends, but just kept going day after day. She guarded the clinic, the peach tree, and the memories of her and Xiao Heng. Spring went and autumn came, cold and heat passed. In the blink of an eye, decades had passed. Shen Qingci had become a white-haired old woman, and her movements were a little slow, but she still sat in front of the clinic every day, taking the pulse and asking questions for patients. However, there were a few more young doctors around her, who were the disciples she had trained over the years. One day, a wandering monk passed by Yanmen Pass and was attracted by the lush peach tree in the backyard of the clinic, so he walked in. Under the peach tree, there were two The twin lotus lanterns, although the wicks were extinguished, were wiped clean. An old woman was sitting on a small stool, holding a rusty tiger talisman in her hand, wiping it carefully with her wrinkled hands. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the peach leaves, falling on her white hair, emitting a soft golden light. She had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes were gentle as if she was looking at her lover. The wandering monk stood not far away, watching quietly without disturbing her. At this moment, a line of returning geese flew across the sky, their calls clear and distant, as if saying, "Go home." The old woman raised her head, looked at the line of geese, and the smile on her face became more gentle. She pressed the tiger talisman tightly against her chest and whispered, "Xiao Heng, look, the peach blossoms are blooming so beautifully this year. The wind blew, and the peach blossoms on the tree swayed gently, and a few petals fell, like belated love letters, landing in her hair, on the two twin lotus lanterns, and on the land they had protected together.