Chapter 36:

Mu Yan's voice sounded in the head, and no emotions could be heard: "How did you get this big blood?"
Looking up at him so hard, I moved my lips to motion him to squat down.
He knelt down and sat down and stared at me. He put his fingers on the blood stains on the piano, and smelled it on the tip of his nose. His face suddenly became ugly: "Is it yours or Ying's?"
I shook my head and said seriously: "It's chicken blood." Seeing that he didn't respond, I added: "To start this ritual requires sacrifice to the heavens, so we killed a chicken."
He frowned: "Don't be fooling around, tell the truth. Or do you want me to send you two to the doctor together?"
I struggled and said: "It's really a chicken..."
He stared at me: "Does the blood of your chickens smell the same as human blood?"
I solemnly said: "Because this is an unusual chicken..." Before he finished speaking, he grabbed his wrist and raised his sleeves, and the tightly wrapped gauze on his arm was exposed to the sky. I looked up at him calmly: "In fact, this is the so-called part weight loss method. Wrap this gauze tightly around the place where you want to lose weight, and stimulate the acupuncture points..." He interrupted me: "You can try nonsense again."
I lowered my head and moaned: "Because you seem to be a little worried, I want to say that you don't need to worry, it's okay, I have a lot of blood, and the wound doesn't hurt. I don't want to go to the doctor, so I just bandaged it well."
He rubbed his forehead and looked at me for a long while, then sighed, "You are so angry. I have a headache."
Being able to move my body, I adjusted my sitting posture and retorted in a low voice, "I have a headache wherever it is so easy, as if I have never been angry."
He smiled and didn't smile; "I have never been angry, but I get angry occasionally, and the people who make me angry basically don't get a good end. Do you want to make me angry too?"
I took a careful look at him, put two hands on both sides of his forehead, and he froze: "What are you doing?"
"Don't get angry, how easy it is to get old when angry, come, let me press it for you, does it still hurt?"
"..."
I don't know where Ying Ge will go from now on, but no matter what choice she makes, it is beyond our control. Thinking of the glamorous depression in her eyes and those decisive words when she came to me, my heart felt a little lost. Just at this moment, a small gray pigeon rushed into the wooden window lattice that had just been opened and hit the palm of my hand.
This is the carrier pigeon of Master Jun. I was stunned. Unexpectedly, there will be business so soon.
Expand the plain paper and have a look. I couldn't help but raised the letter to Mu Yan: "You said that Rong Xun is looking for a famous doctor who can save the golden bird. It's really good. This time I found my master."
He was cleaning up the blood-stained maple xylophone, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Oh? Hua Xuyin actually has such a function, can it live and die?"
I hesitated: "It's hard to say that life and death are boneless, just a change of life."
Think about it and add,
Other people can’t be saved. They can only save people who have lost their lives in reality by choosing Huaxu’s fantasy. The premise is that there must be a close relative who is connected to her who is willing to Fate for life."
He was thoughtful: "So, your master's letter asked you to use the life of Brother Ying to change the life of Girl Jinque?"
I put away the letter and shook my head: "Master, he didn't even know that Jinque still has a sister living in the world. He just asked me to go for a cutscene, saying that King Zheng had found him and came forward. I'm really embarrassed to shirk. "
After speaking, I looked for pen and ink everywhere: "I have to write him back, and I will set off tomorrow to find Xiaohuang and Junwei. Wherever there is time. Jinque is always begging for death, so what if it is saved. Since it is useless, why bother? Forcing it, the person who saved it may not be grateful to him."
Speaking of this, I was finding near the low couch, and when I brushed Yingge's body, he was suddenly grasped. I bowed my head in surprise: "Are you awake?"
She closed her eyes, did not let go of me, and for a while, said: "If you can save the sister-in-law, please do your best."
I looked at her: "What are you stupid? Unless you replace her with your life, there is no way to save her. If you really want to give up your life like this, it's better to give it to me. I will weave an illusion for you so that you and Rong Yuan can stay together in the illusion."
She finally opened her eyes, her eyes were dark, but she didn't have the slightest expression. About this is the so-called sadness is more than heartbreaking, and she looks more dead than me.
For a long time, she seemed to have finally reacted to my words and looked at me suspiciously, her eyes blank: "What's the use then? It's not true."
I just remembered that she has always been a real person. She would rather be plainly miserable than confused and happy. In this story, she is the one who lives the most sober.
And I was speechless.
She turned her head to look at the beams, her voice did not fluctuate: "I am twenty-six years old this year. I think my life is very good and long, and there is nothing to miss." After a pause, she said, "There is only one wish. After I die, please let me and my husband be buried together."
In July, the flowers of Polygonum are red, and the hibiscus is flourishing.
Go back and forth to Zheng Guo.
The place where the surgery was performed was set on the earthen platform built in the east of Sifang City for the ceremony. I think Brother Ying probably didn't want to see Rong Xun. He cleared the square Wuli in the name that no strangers would disturb him once the secret technique was performed, leaving only Muyan to drink tea under the earthen stage.
Jinque's coffin was carried on the altar at the beginning of Youshi. It has been nearly a month, but the body, which should usually be white bones, has not been corrupted at all, but his face is a little pale, and it can be seen that Rong Xun has indeed spent his thoughts.
auzw.com At the end of the unity period, Brother Ying was the last one to be there, his veil was lifted off, and he saw his waist-length hair and an expressionless face. I handed her the tea with blood beads: "You can go back now." But she drank it in one sip. I glanced at the empty teacup, still trying to convince her: "I'm really not sure about this."
Point out the two Yaoqins listed in several cases to her: "I have to play the Huaxu tune of both of you at the same time. You can't make a mistake with one note, and I have to motivate the shark beads to draw your spiritual hairspring..." she said Cut me off: "If you fail, will it cause any backlash for Miss Jun?" I shook my head: "That's not true, but you probably won't survive, and your sister won't be able to save it." She glanced at the coffin. Jin Que, faintly gaze: "It's nothing, Miss Jun, let's start."
Standing on the earthen platform, you can see the twelve streets of Sifang City from east, west, south, and north. Under the setting sun, houses lined up in rows, seeming to be plated with golden light, and occasionally a few households have smoke, and there is ordinary happiness in the ordinary world.
The sound of the piano was lingering, and there was a sudden gust of wind on the earth platform. Brother Ying, who was lying on the stone altar, slowly closed his eyes. The purple gauze on the long skirt was flying with the wind, like a magnificent tree. It grew bigger and bigger and gradually Cage her up. Goodbye, thirteenth.
I closed my eyes, I was about to concentrate on urging the shark beads, and there was a sound of breaking through the air. When I opened my eyes, an ancient sword could hold the lyre in front of my upper body. The string broke, and the wind stopped immediately. I was stunned. I raised my eyes and looked at the stone altar in front of me. I saw the straight back of the man in purple clothes. The catkins fluttered and fell slowly, seeming to cut the goose feathers. I hurried over with the broken piano a few steps. The man was leaning over and uncovering the gauze that hung on Brother Ying's face, his slender fingers tremblingly stroked her eyebrows, but his voice was low and calm: "Is she asleep?"
I gave a salute and re-covered the purple gauze with tight edges and corners, and then pulled the sleeves down a bit to cover her cold hands: "The two ladies can only live one, Your Majesty wants to save Madame Yue. I called for Madam Ziyue who is still in the world for her majesty to exchange her life. Madam Ziyue is not dead, and Madam Yue can’t live. Your Majesty may wish to think about which one of the two ladies will keep."
I waited for him to answer, but did not wait for any answer. As the light yarn moved slightly after the conversation, Brother Ying had gradually woke up. I thought she would be in a coma for a while, but the apricot-like eyes moo slowly opened. . After a while, a thousand colors suddenly appeared in her dark eyes. She looked at the neat purple-clothed man in front of him, and suddenly jumped into his arms, with the little girl's innocence in her voice: "We can finally be together." He For a moment, she raised her hand and hugged her tightly. She buried herself deeper into his arms: "We can finally be together, Rong Yuan." His face instantly paled.
Little by little he pulled her away from his embrace, and he looked at her quietly: "Who am I?"
The corners of her eyes were gradually red, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes. She stared at his face for a long time, stretched out her arms around his neck, buried her head in his shoulders, choked and said, "They all said you are dead. I don’t believe it. If you die, what should I do?"
Rong Xun's hands hung stiffly on both sides of his body. For a long time, he said hoarsely: "Yue Niang..."
I said indifferently: "Don't mind, she's probably crazy like this. The life-changing technique is most avoiding interruptions in the middle, I'm afraid it is because of this... If your Majesty still wants to save Mrs. Yue, Mrs. Ziyue will not hurt her like this, but I will trouble your Majesty to give me another lyre."
He ignored my words, and for a long while, a wry smile appeared on his pale face: "Even if it is crazy, after all, I finally got her."
I looked at him: "If she is sober, the first thing I am afraid is to die for Jinghou."
The catkins filled the sky, like a soft and endless snow on the altar. He hugged her in his arms and walked towards the stone steps: "Then let her never be sober." Her veil fell on the ground, wind blowing. Come here, like a butterfly with broken wings.
After standing on the soil platform for a long time, I was a little confused, I don't know what to do to be good, and it seems to be good now. Everyone is asking for kindness.
What Rong Yuan wanted was for Brother Ying to survive, and she survived. Rong Xun wants to be with Ying Ge, they are together. Brother Ying wanted Rong Yuan, but in her consciousness, she did get it. It's like a Huaxu fantasy, beautiful and false, and each has its own gains.
When I walked off the platform, I saw Mu Yanzheng leisurely cooking his Kung Fu tea. I angrily said, "Why didn't you stop Rong Xun just now?"
He looked at me with a lot of time: "I called him, why should I stop him?"
My eyes widened.
He handed me the brewed tea: "Everyone should have a choice, are you right, Afu."
I don't know if it's right, I only know how many people are lost in this vain Huaxu illusion, thinking that they know the beauty of love, and if you want to grasp the beauty, you can't miss it. In fact, they are weak.
What is the most precious thing about people? Not love, but the courage to live for love. But none of the people I met understood.
In a few days, we left Sifang City and heard that Jinque was buried heavily. On the good day of this month, Ying Ge will be married to Rong Xun. I didn't have any special thoughts when I heard the news. On the morning of the ninth day, he heard that Brother Nightingale was missing when he was married, and Rong Xun turned the entire Sifang City over but couldn't find it. Mu Yan asked me: "Where do you think she should be?"
At the same time, I was writing to Jun Wei to determine his final position, and strive to find him and Xiao Huang as soon as possible. Hearing Mu Yan's question, I replied halfheartedly: "Maybe it was suddenly sober, to fulfill her last wish. ."
"After I die, please let me and my husband be buried together." I remember what she said at that time. This was her last wish.
Mu Yan was silent for a while, then came over and helped me polish the ink for a while.
That night, Mu Yan, who has always been personable, appeared in my room with a rare and depressed appearance. The night breeze made the window lattice rattle, and I reached out my hand to close the window and asked him in surprise, "Where did you go?"
He took out a piece of purple gauze from his sleeve, smiled, and wrote lightly: "I picked it up in Rongyuan's tomb."
I stopped pouring water for him for a long time: "Brother Ying, she is in Rongyuan's tomb?"
He took the teapot from my hand and poured himself a cup: "To be more precise, it is in Rongyuan's coffin."
I was stunned for a while, and said, "No wonder they couldn't find her."
He smiled: "No one dares to go to Dong Jinghou's mausoleum. They will never find her." After a pause, he added a lighthearted sentence, "Except me."
I nodded in agreement: "Yes, except you." Pointing to his sleeve, "but you seem to be hurt."
Without changing his face, he withdrew his hand: "Nothing."
I took his hand and rolled up his sleeve to apply medicine to him. I found that he was stiff a bit. I raised my head and glanced at him, a bit slyly, "Am I sometimes too headstrong?"
He held his forehead and looked at me with a smile on his lips: "No, this is just right."
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