Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1036: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup (8)
The ninety-ninth bowl of soup (8)
Nie Jing is dead. No third person in this world knows what Jing Xiang is going to do. What's more, Nie Jing died silently, even if he went to investigate, no one would find out. Qi Fuming trusts Jing Xiang very much. Since Jing Xiang has brought the incident of the man in black to an end, neither he nor the emperor will intervene again.
Jing Xiang is old, the emperor allowed him not to come to the morning court every day, Jing Xiang was alone, no relatives and no reason, most of his life was devoted to the people of the country, the society, the people, and the people. lived by myself. But now that he is about to die, at this age, he can finally do what he wants to do.
My aunt didn't make it to the end of the year. They all said that the elderly are most afraid of winter. Many elderly people have survived a winter, and their spirits will be much better. Jing Xiang, who was involved in his life never getting married and having no children, is now finally going, and his heart is actually relieved.
She was from such a humble background that she was trampled into the dust, let alone a lowly concubine. She lived a life without knowing what was right or wrong, blindly submissive, and needed her daughter to protect her and take care of her.
Auntie returned to the light before her death, clutching the quilt and muttering about the guilt she had held in her heart for decades.
How can there be such a weak and bullying mother in the world.
I only know how to cry, I only know how to dodge, and I only know how to endure. I pushed my daughter into the fire pit alive, and told her to live in that home rather than die. When her daughter died, she dragged Jing Xiang down for decades. In her life, she never did anything for her daughter.
As a biological mother, she is not even qualified to blame Jing Xiang for her daughter. My aunt often dreamed in her dreams, and she never saw her daughter again in her dreams. She didn't know whether her heart was not sincere, or her daughter resented her and refused to dream.
Now, she can finally let go.
Jing Xiang sat on the edge of the bed and watched silently, a cloudy tear shed from the corner of her aunt's eyes, and then closed her eyes. He stretched out his hand, covered the quilt for her, got up and let others handle it. He took care of his aunt because of her, and he didn't feel so sad when her aunt went away - after decades of hard-heartedness, he was still such a person.
The funeral of the prime minister's mansion was very simple. Yan Liang knew that the prime minister's mother-in-law had passed away, and many wanted to come to express condolences, but unfortunately they could not enter the gate of the prime minister's mansion. The news didn't even inform the Qingwang couple and the Taishang Empress Dowager far away in Jiangnan. Jing Xiang has always lived like this. After he buried his concubine, he was a little dazed, but he didn't know if he was in a trance because he was missing an elder or if he was in a trance. in the past time.
At that time, he was still young, in his twenties, and his heart was full of hatred and hatred. Now he has read thousands of sails, lonely and cold, and it seems that he has returned to that time.
Auntie died, and his last contact with her was severed. After that, who else could recall her appearance with him?
It's good, she is always young, but he is already covered in frost and snow, and Hua Fa was born early. I'm just afraid that she will not be happy when we meet.
It's better to be more handsome, just like when she was a teenager. If she sees him, she might give him another look.
The white flags of the prime minister's mansion hung up until the Lantern Festival. During the festival, everyone rejoiced. The prime minister's mansion was deserted. One person, sitting in the yard, the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, he alone poured himself into the moon, in the dimness, but he couldn't get drunk no matter what.
To live too awake is torture.
He laughed lowly, drank his last glass of wine, got up and went back to his room. It was still the same room where Qing Huan used to stay, but instead of sleeping on the bed, he twisted an inkstone table on the desk, the inkstone table slowly turned, and the big bed shifted, instantly revealing a dark hole in the ground. Come.
Jing Xiang stepped on the steps and walked down, and the door of the underground cave closed. The aisle is not long. He walked step by step to the locked room at the end, unlocked the door with the key he carried, and walked in.
The walls and floor of the room are made of icy blue stone, cold to the bone, for preservation. On a jade bed, there is a dense set of human bones.
The bone was wearing a wedding dress, with two dark holes in the eyes, and the wedding dress was empty on the body, and there was absolutely no ups and downs that a human body should have. Jing Xiang walked over slowly, as if thinking about it, but didn't dare, he touched the bones lightly, then lowered his head and kissed: "My wife, don't worry, soon, my husband will create a complete body for you. Flesh, soon..."
Then, he took the dagger from the side, first pressed it against his arm, cut off a piece of flesh and blood, then bandaged the wound, and then attached his own flesh and blood to the bones, so as to reshape her body.
Her flesh and bones died because of him, so he paid her one with his own flesh and blood. In the future, he could follow his own flesh and blood to find her and take care of her.
"I'm afraid you're going too fast..." He said softly, sticking flesh and blood to the bones, which is strange to say, the bones are stained with the flesh and blood of living people, and it seems that there is aura, slowly and When combined, a jade-like half lotus arm is born. But Jing Xiang uncovered the cloth bandaged by his wounds and used the cold jade under the bones to feed the missing flesh and blood. His face became whiter and whiter, the white was almost transparent, and his arms returned to their original shape. There is no trace of blood, as if it was carved out of jade, and there is no smoke.
Nie Jing was able to maintain his youthful appearance by using this method. He read the ancient books, found the book of life extension, and rebuilt the body with the flesh and blood of others, even if he died, he could still live. Therefore, Nie Jing's voice is old, but his appearance is the same as before.
After Jing Xiang caught him and found this out, Nie Jing made no secret of his ambitions. He wanted to live for a long time, but now it's a bit unbeautiful. If the eye is broken, he needs to replace another eye, and if the flesh is rotten, he needs to replace the flesh. It always goes on like this, and he finds it troublesome.
Jing Xiang wanted to rebuild a jade body for his deceased wife, so he secretly reached an agreement with Nie Jing. Nie Jing taught him how to repair, and he gave Nie Jing convenience to keep him safe. Nie Jing was surprised to find that his body could be maintained well without killing people, but he didn't know how Jing Xiang did it.
There is no way of longevity in the world, Jing Xiang just wants to repair the body of his deceased wife with his own flesh and blood, at the cost of his own soul, to keep her safe from now on. Nie Jing found that Jing Xiang refused to tell the law of longevity, so he wanted to turn his face, but he was arrested and beheaded by Qi Fuming with his troops, and a generation of wizards lost their lives. method.
There is a legend in a remote ancient country in the Western Regions. After the mysterious queen died of old age, the renegade believers excavated her coffin, only to find that the old queen had returned to her youthful appearance. That is a magical method, which can replace the dry skin and flesh with tempered and processed cold jade, so that it can show the most beautiful years.
Jing Xiang used his own flesh and blood to reshape the body of white bones, and turned his body into cold jade. He studied various strange books for such a day. After that, it doesn't matter if he has no memory, it doesn't matter if he disappears, find her, see her, see her well, don't recognize or love each other, let alone know each other.
What he did wrong was irreversible, but he couldn't just let it go.
What happens when someone dies?
No one knows, and neither does he.
If he can choose, he is willing to exist in this strange and cruel way until one day, it is completely eliminated. That day may come soon, or it may never come.
It can't be done all at once, Jing Xiang finished today's share and left the secret room. He chose a feng shui treasure land in the far south, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and there are few people. He quietly built a jade tomb underground. After a hundred years, his confidant will send their husband and wife there, and they will not be discovered and disturbed for at least a thousand years. Maybe he can really do something for her.
However, how can we ensure the immortality of the soul after death? Jing Xiang knows that this is not easy. He has to repair and arrange the aftermath, but he does not know how to keep his soul in the world. Even if he prepares everything, if it dissipates after death, all this will become an illusion.
This is the only answer he doesn't have.
But his time is running out. He has passed his destiny, how long can he live? He exhausted the secrets that he never found in his life, can he get it in the rest of his life?
Will God bless him?
This is the full moon festival, and he should be accompanied by his wife and children, but he has been alone for many, many years, so long that he is used to it and has no expectations.
The shadow of the candle swayed, and Jing Xiang spread out a book. Until the tears of the candle fell and the golden rooster announced the dawn, he still didn't stop, let alone rest or eat, and he didn't even take a sip of water. He was afraid that there was not enough time to waste it. He needed to cherish every minute and every second. He had very little left.
Spring and autumn come, and this is how his days lived.
Is it true that the prime minister is going out, but a major event like the establishment of the crown prince still needs him to sit in charge. The emperor discussed with him and had his own considerations, and finally decided to make the eldest prince the East Palace. The eldest prince is from the queen, and the chief is also the direct descendant. In any case, it is justifiable. As for what his other sons thought, I don't know, in short, they are all celebrating. The emperor can live for at least a few more decades. As long as he is alive, the princes are still afraid and will not have too many ideas.
At this moment, the emperor began to envy the monogamous Taishanghuang and the Queen Mother, who only had one son, so what is there to worry about, how can there be so many sons like him... After a few years, the prince is still young They have also grown up, what will happen if they are not kept together?
The emperor completely forgot that he didn't think so when he was favored by beauty after beauty.