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dream

She knelt in the imperial court with her eyes bloodshot as she stubbornly stared at the man with the cold eyes. She enunciated each word forcefully and said, "I have not sinned."

The entire dynasty went into an uproar and cursed him with the most vicious words in the world

"The crime she has committed should be to dismember her body into pieces and resolve it."

She straightened her back and stared unblinkingly at the man amidst the commotion. "I'm innocent." She believed he would protect him at any time.

However, the man didn't even look at her. His face was ice-cold as he said one word at a time, "Shut up in the Liu Chi Palace. Never come in or out."

dream

Barefooted, she stood at the top of the cliff, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her hands clutching at her as she jumped over the cliff.

Due to overexertion, the knuckles of those hands were white, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and his voice was deep.

"You dare to seek death?" I will make you pay. "

She raised her head and saw the man at the top of the cliff. His face was ice-cold and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at her with a deep sense of fear and despair, faintly begging in his eyes.

She smiled, a smile of despair.

"Price?" "Is there a greater price than death?"

After saying that, she struggled with all her might to break away from his hands. Her body was like a drop of rain as it rapidly fell towards the bottom of the cliff.

He could hear the wind howling in his ears, his heart tearing and his lungs splitting with despair as he shouted from the edge of the cliff

"Ah Xi..."

She was finally free. No one could take advantage of her or bully her anymore. Before her body even reached the bottom of the cliff, she was jolted awake. When he woke up, his heart was still beating fast. In recent years, she had repeatedly had this dream. But this time, she could finally see that the man in her dream had always been holding onto her. His expression was cold and stern, carrying a ruthlessness and a haughtiness that looked down on the world.

Who is he? Why did it make her suffocate every time it appeared in her dreams?

Because of these two dreams, she didn't sleep the entire night.

The second day, she got up with dark circles under her eyes like a panda, spent almost an hour with delicate makeup to hide her fatigue, then found a cotton linen dress she bought in Yunnan during the Spring Festival in the wardrobe. The embroidery on the dress was a design she designed herself, allowing the village grandma to use the oldest and most primitive method of stitching on the cotton. The ethereal caught another whiff of wildness.

Her company, located in Beijing's most prosperous CBD business district, took up an extremely luxurious entire floor in the third phase of the international trade office. From the moment she stepped out of the elevator, the only things that entered her sight were the murmurs of flowing water and a pool of lotus flowers on the wall. She was surrounded by a winding and serpentine corridor, on the wall of which hung photographs of the antiques of all dynasties, and at the end of the corridor was her studio.

She walked along the long, faintly scented corridor, her feet stepping on the soft cotton carpet, ethereal and silent.

Her senior brother, Zhou Chengming, was the boss of this studio. He could barely be seen and would often call her late at night to scold her.

"Damn, Liu Yue, this time, I nearly died in another city."

"If you're dead, I'll go retrieve your corpse. If you're not dead, I'll see you again."

Zhou Chengming was already used to her cold attitude. After hanging up, he would send her a picture of the ancient items that he had collected to repair.

But this time, he had disappeared for nearly half a year. Last night, he sent her an email with the following theme: "Incomplete History".

Inside were about ten photographs of ancient items, all of which needed to be repaired. Therefore, she came to the studio early in the morning to prepare.

In the few hundred square meters of the studio, usually, it was only Liu Yue who walked in. In the computer's slide show, there was a series of pictures of the broken history that Zhou Chengming had sent her. As for her, because of last night's dream, she still had some lingering fear in her heart. She looked for a long time, but in her mind, the despairing and ice-cold eyes of the man at the edge of the cliff popped up from time to time.

"Liu Yue, Liu Yue, where are you?"

Zhou Chengming's voice came from the door. Not long later, he appeared in front of Liu Yue. He immediately grabbed the purple sand teapot in front of Liu Yue's desk and gulped it down.

"Liu Yue, do you know where I just returned from?"

Liu Yue did not reply. He only looked at the purple sand teapot that he had drunk before, and started to think about whether he should keep it or throw it away. And Zhou Chengming answered her own question.

"I'm going to Lhasa to see the Master Wu Xuan. This' incomplete history 'was given to me by him after he had sorted it out. He has designated for you to fix it."

The more Zhou Chengming spoke, the more excited he became.

"It's a pity that you don't have the chance to see the Master Wu Xuan, but you really are a person. The antiques that he collects all come from the most prosperous dynasties of his time. If they were to come into existence, they would not only be priceless, but would also be of cross-era significance to the advancement of the entire history. "

Liu Yue still did not answer, but stared fixedly at one of the photos, in a trance. It was a white jade peony hairpin. It was translucent and in full bloom. There was a tiny word carved into the tips of each petal. It seemed to grow on top of the peony, creating ripples.

Zhou Chengming took note of her gaze and introduced her as follows:

"The origin of this hairpin has a story. Back then, the Emperor Yin Su made it specially for his beloved girl, and carefully engraved the woman's name on every petal. This was the only one in the world, the only one that was unique. That time, after it was created, Yin Su was afraid that it was not gentle enough, and that it was not smooth enough, so he kept it in his hands every day, stroking it until it was warm enough to understand human nature.

"Master Wu Xuan told me this story, but I remain skeptical. Think about it, the Emperor Yin Su is still the most controversial emperor. When he was still in power, his contributions to the people were undeniable, and during the reign of Emperor Yin Su, the world was peaceful and prosperous, the citizens could sleep without having to close their doors. But he was also a tyrant who killed many people, how many meritorious officials, and his imperial relatives were all exterminated by him? "

"So, Liu Yue, which girl do you think would an emperor like him be tempted by? I wonder where Master Wu Xuan saw this story, I think it's most likely a wild history. "

"Maybe it's true." Liu Yue replied indifferently. She didn't know if it was true or not, but she suddenly felt so sad that she couldn't breathe, and her tears almost burst out.

Looking at the white jade peony hairpin, he actually felt a sense of familiarity. Inexplicable words unconsciously drifted through his mind.

Male voice tender

"Ah Xi, come, I'll help you put it on."

The woman's voice was mournful

"Zhen Liuxi, the hairpin with your name engraved on it stabbed into my chest. Tell me, will he still believe that you're innocent?"

These words seemed to come from a distance of time and space, with countless mountains and rivers piercing her eardrums. It was clearly an illusion, yet it seemed so real to her.

After Zhou Chengming chattered for a while, he finally regained his composure and spoke in a serious tone.

"Liu Yue, we need to go to Lhasa, find the Master Wu Xuan, and fix this' incomplete history '. The project is vast, and we might not be able to return in a year or so. Can you go? "

"Why not?"

He was already used to Liu Yue's words that were as precious as gold, so he didn't mind in the slightest as he replied ?

"The environment there is tough."

"Let's go."

Liu Yue closed his email and turned off his computer. He only said one word to decide to go to Lhasa, a thousand miles away to experience this incomplete history.

These photos had aroused her interest.

Within two days, she was standing under the sky of Lhasa. Above was a clear blue sky, pure, transparent, and without a speck of dust. In front of them was the majestic and majestic Budala Palace. It was grand and majestic, but it was also solemn and solemn.

Zhou Chengming flew to Italy on a temporary errand, leaving her to come alone. She was still wearing simple yet elegant clothes, her long hair was tied back with a simple hairpin. She carried a backpack on her back, as well as a large black box. The box contained all the tools she needed for her work.

The one who came to receive her was a disciple of the Master Wu Xuan.

"Hello, this way please. Master Wu Xuan has been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, thank you."

She followed him up the stairs and around the intricate corridors. The walls were lined with brightly colored paintings and ornate sculptures, and the deeper she went, the more religious it was around her.

As he reached the end, he could only hear the sounds of insects and birds. He could even hear the sound of the wind blowing through the hall. A heavy fragrance slowly wafted into his nose. The young master stopped and turned around to speak to her ?

"Please come in."

She nodded, pushed open the door and entered, seeing Master Wu Xuan. He sat cross-legged on the prayer mat with his eyes closed. He was not wearing a monastic robe, but was wearing an ordinary monastic robe. Even while sitting, he had a natural and natural air to him.

In such an antique hall, surrounded by spirals of incense, he was a bit absent-minded. He did not know where he was or why he had come here.

Liu Yue sat cross-legged on the opposite side of Master Wu Xuan, bowing to him sincerely before slowly looking up, his eyes clear and bright. Master Wu Xuan had already stood up. As her clothes fluttered in the wind, a light fragrance that was faintly discernible entered her ears and nose. A very familiar smell, caused her nose to feel sour for no reason, yet she could not recall where she had smelled it before.

"Benefactor, please follow me."

Master Wu Xuan led her to another room and placed a sandalwood chest in front of her ?

"Benefactor, please look. These antiques are more or less damaged and need to be repaired."

The things inside the chest were the things that Liu Yue had previously seen in his < History of Incomplete >. At that time, when he looked at the pictures, he only felt gratified that these antiques could still be preserved in this world.

However, today, when these ancient items were placed before her eyes, her heart was unexpectedly moved, and tears welled up in her uncontrollable eyes. It had been many years since she had felt this way, this kind of emotion, but at this moment, she couldn't control it. It was as if these things belonged to her, to her. Her heart was empty, as if she had lost something extremely important. She could not think of anything, could not grasp it.

Master Wu Xuan stood silently at the side, unable to feel any of his emotions. But just when Liu Yue's tears were about to fall, he handed over a pure white handkerchief. At the bottom of the handkerchief, there was embroidered a small Chun Jin Flower.

"Thank you."

Only after she received the handkerchief did she remember that the faint scent on Master Wu Xuan's body was that of a Chun Jin Flower.

Liu Yue put on the gloves and picked up one of the peach wooden combs. There was a broken tooth in it.

"Incomplete may be a kind of beauty. I do not recommend that they be repaired, and even if they are as old as they were, each defect may contain a sad and beautiful story. "

"Incomplete beauty? There's a story hidden inside? " Master Wu Xuan repeated those words, staring fixedly at Liu Yue with his faraway, clear eyes, and said in the end.

"Alright, I'll stop cultivating."