Chapter 37:

Outside
"Looking for searching for a half-life, but the best thing is lost in the search, who would be so stupid as me. Yueniang, I used half my ignorance to compose this farewell song for you."
He heard her voice again, softly and decisively, ringing in his ears: "Kill me, Rong Xun. Kill me and I will be free." At the end of the sentence, a sigh was heard, like a beating in the ice. The cluster of flames scorched people's hearts silently.
He covered his chest, wondering why it hurts like this. I have had the same dream countless times, but I still can't get used to it.
A occultist told him a way to escape the nightmare, but he hadn't used it. This was the only way he knew to see her again. In the three years when he thought she died, he never dreamed of her once, but now she was missing for three months with her wedding gown. When he firmly believed that she was still alive in this world, she fell into a dream every night.
He actually thought of that possibility, but just refused to believe it. If she really is no longer alive, and her soul returns every night, even if she wants to torture him, she should be shown to him instead of just giving him an illusory voice.
In every dream about her, he had never really seen her. That was the only reason he used to convince himself that she was still alive. Convince yourself that these ominous dreams just miss her too much, not that something ominous has happened.
But tonight, it was different.
In the suffocating dream, he heard that voice. He thought he would be awakened by the pain in his chest like countless nights before, but this time he did not wake up for some reason.
He looked at his hand, a long knife mark, the palm print that controls fate was cut off, and the marriage line showed a fuzzy deep mark.
A ring face flower floated from nowhere, and landed in his palm. Behind the clouds and mist, who sang a ballad: "The mountains are snowy, the clouds are bright and the moon is bright, Wen Jun has two intentions, so we must decide..."
He looked up in amazement and saw the snow-white ring face flower falling from the sky, swaying endlessly, like a barren rain falling on the wild. In the rain of falling flowers, the purple figure was walking slowly, with vermilion gauze draped around his arms, slender eyebrows, thick black eyes, and crimson lips. The ring face flowers on the ground became cinnabar-like gorgeous from far away, and she came to her in a blink of an eye.
He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't help reaching out to hold her, but she didn't seem to see it. His hand passed through her body, and he turned his head in amazement. Her back was already covered with flowers like flowers under her feet. On a red carpet, far away with dense fog, where she walked, the palace lanterns hanging in the air were lit one by one. He finally saw the end of the walkway. The three gilt characters of Zhaoning Hall glowed a little in the dark color of palace lanterns. The two cherry trees in front of the hall were full of flowers, blooming with intense colors like fire, and the vermilion door slowly opened. It shows the big red lanterns hanging high in the hospital and the red happy characters everywhere.
He remembered that this night, she should have married Rong Yuan. At that time, he didn't understand the importance of her, and he handed her over to another man's arms. He thought he was just not used to the painful emotions.
It's too difficult to describe Ying Ge's emotions. She is a knife he built by himself, and she is the closest person. No one is like her, everything is taught by him, step by step, according to his wishes to grow into what he expects.
Watching her fade away from the youthfulness and innocence of a woman, and become a cold-blooded killer day by day. Sometimes he misses her innocent and timid appearance, but if he has to choose between the two, he would rather see her as the Rong family. The best knife, my most proud work.
He didn't understand her affection, but he couldn't fall in love with her. There could be many people beside him, but the Rong family had only one knife. The forging was so difficult that he could not destroy her at will.
He had already begun to plan, next time, if she threw into his arms next time, he would definitely push her away. He never thought that he was such a weak-willed person. When her arms circled his neck, the sweet and cold moonlight incense made him unable to resist, always thinking about the next time, the next time...
Jinque appeared at that moment. She looked exactly the same as her, smiled innocently and harmlessly, just like she who hadn't become a killer before the age of sixteen, her staring look was especially like.
At first sight of Jinque, he was relieved from the long-term struggle compared with surprise. Some people can fall in love, some people can't fall in love. He looked at the frowning brocade among the hydrangea flowers and told himself that this was a safe woman who could fall in love. At that time, he hadn't thought about it. He had seen so many so-called innocent and safe women, why only Jinque made him feel that he could fall in love.
Brother Ying didn't understand, thinking he really fell in love with Jinque, even he himself thought that way. This is the most thorough empathy in the world. All the emotions for Brother Ying are transplanted to Jinque, and then I tell myself time and time again that this girl with an innocent smile in front of me is what I really want to cherish.
But seeing the half-hearted and half-false smile that Ying Ge forced to pretend, he was getting upset every day, and he could always accurately catch the fleeting sadness in her eyes. How difficult would it be to eliminate a woman from her own emotional world?
He never believed that he had a hard heart. The person he loves and the person he wants to marry is Jinque. She is a completely different woman from her. Her smile is too fake, too stubborn, too cruel, and too vicious, forcing herself to only see her every day. Those bad and not sweet enough places, day after day of psychological hints, made him really hate the appearance of her holding a knife.
Until that day, he personally sent her into Zheng Palace and sent her to other men. He suppressed his emotions in the past because he cherished her value as a knife, but time changed. After so many things happened, he has completely forgotten that the Rong family is the best A knife is not born for giving away.
auzw.com He thinks he cherishes Jinque more, but he no longer remembers what he did for the first time.
The day of sudden enlightenment was before the big wedding with Jinque.
He went to Qingchiju to visit Jinque that day, only to see a few pieces of white-glazed porcelain in her open palm. Hearing his footsteps, she raised her head very slowly, the face exactly like Brother Ying was white as paper, but the corners of her eyes were flushed with tears.
When she approached, she saw that the fingers of her holding the porcelain piece had been cut several times. He frowned and was about to speak, but she smiled dismal and put a piece of thick porcelain like the bottom of a cup in front of him: "This is a gift from my sister. Your birthday gift." Then he pushed the door hurriedly. He was stunned, lowered his head slightly, and cast his eyes on the bottom of the cup with faint lines. It was an abnormal circle, but he could clearly see the lettering in the middle.
His name and birthday. He didn't know why his outstretched hand trembled, and when he touched the bottom of the engraved cup, the porcelain piece was moved several inches. His twenty-fourth birthday, he remembered that day when she hurried back from Zhao Guo all the way back, but in front of the study he saw his sister holding her in his arms. At that time, a black cloth wrapped around her feet... He remembered every detail so clearly.
The things that I couldn't and didn't want to think of before, all appeared one after another. Regarding her, no matter how he denied it, he always remembered clearly, so clearly that he was upset and painful, so he didn't want to think of her.
I can look up at Qingchiju, where she used to live, the animal-leg table next to the bamboo lamp is where she puts her knife, the rosewood palace chair in front of the desk is where she reads, and the chaise couch in front of the screen is where she rests. Everywhere, her shadow is everywhere.
But now. She is gone.
He never thought about what she was to him, but at that moment he was panicked. Maybe since he picked her up and raised her to the age of sixteen, she has become a part of his body, like his two hands. When she was by his side, she didn’t feel anything, but once she realized that she was no longer there. beside. It was like being chopped off suddenly.
He held the piece of porcelain tightly, the sharp missing corner pierced his palm, and the blood stained with white glaze, like a few specially-pointed red plums. As if losing all his strength, he supported the back of the rosewood chair she was still sitting on. There will no longer be her figure, her cool laughter, and the soft eyes that stay on him. Not anymore.
Now in this absurd dream, she stepped into the Zhaoning Hall step by step on the vermilion ring face, stingy to give him even a glance. He wanted to speak, he wanted to call her, and even chase her, but it was like someone was holding his throat tightly, unable to move or speak.
In front of the quaint hall, the figure of Rong Yuanyuebai's suit appeared. He saw her lifting her skirt and rushing towards him. The scarlet Salo slipped off her arm and was blown up by the wind. The dim palace lanterns went out one by one. They hugged tightly under the crimson red tassels. The radiance of joy stinged his eyes, and he closed them tightly. Suddenly heard a soft voice calling: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
He woke up from his dream, the cold moonlight outside the temple, the lit a lamp, and the lone candle flame cast his shadow on the bed net. In the Qingliang Temple, under him is the dragon bed where Rong Yuan once lay. He leaned against the bed curtain and grasped the fleeting thoughts in his mind. Whether they also hugged each other tightly on this dragon bed, Like he saw in his dream?
Familiar pain and anger hit my heart, these things have tortured myself intermittently for five years. But everything was caused by him, and thousands of regrets could not be exchanged for everything to start all over again. He knew her decision best.
There is no longer any reason to deceive herself. Three months ago, when he took away the crazy Ying Ge from the altar, the little girl in the mask told him that if she was sober, the first thing she would do was fear Jinghou died in love. He held his forehead with his hand, and he smiled softly: "Yue Niang, you really aren't there anymore." The brocade quilt was wet.
At four shifts, a piano sound slowly sounded from Qingliang Hall. The next day, Ping Hou moved his residence out of Qingliang Hall, and sealed the palace with a big lock. In the days when Pinghou was alive, the palace where King Zheng lived in the past has never been opened again. The legend is that Pinghou left a residence for an deceased. If her soul returns at night, she will not find a place to live.
Hua Xuyin
Hua Xu cited a tumult, and the troubled times became a disaster. The strings rang above the Kyushu countries, silently alarmed.
This is a story that happened in troubled times.
On the day the city was broken, the princess of Weiguo, Ye Zhen, died as a martyr, relying on Shazhu to come back to life.
When she played the Huaxu tune, she felt flesh and bones, and explored dreams and memories.
The music composed of illusion is full of the bitterness and bitterness of the world. And she and Chen Guoshizi, who perished in her country, met again and again in the illusion, with two identities and two fate.
Qingping Huaxu Tune, can you let everyone go back to the old encouragement and no longer be sad? I cannot grow up like a princess, but die like a princess.
――Ye Zhen
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