Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1037: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup (nine)
The ninety-ninth bowl of soup (nine)
Every time I saw Jing Xiang, the emperor felt a sense of awe. After all, his father is not very reliable. He is still a child at his age. He has been raised by Jing Xiang since he was a child. But these years, the emperor has been in a high position, sitting on the world, what kind of beauty Haven't slept, what baby haven't seen? Just because he enjoyed the fireworks of the world, he couldn't understand what Jing Xiang was thinking.
How could anyone want to live such a life, what is the difference between living and dying?
It is worth mentioning that although the emperor looks at the beauty of the country like all emperors from ancient times to the present, he does not pursue the immortal art of immortality. This is still inherited from the unreliable Taishanghuang. It is already enjoying the bliss of the world, if you want to live forever, it is too greedy.
That's why he made the crown prince, so he doesn't worry about whether this great ode will last forever. When he was on the throne, he worked hard and chose an excellent heir. He completed his duties, and the rest is the queen. Human creation.
The emperor thinks well, so he eats well and sleeps well. He is a hedonist, so he unswervingly persuades Jing Xiang to live a happy life and not to suffer too much. But after persuading him for so many years, he also winked at the blind man, which was of no use.
When Qing Huan saw Jing Xiang again, his whole person lost the breath of a living person. If he didn't still breathe, he really looked like a still painting. After the crown prince's book establishment ceremony was completed, he was the first to leave. But as soon as I returned to the prime minister's mansion, I heard from the servants that the Lord of Chang'an was visiting.
The tea in the Xiangfu's house is all good tea. Qinghuan drank two cups of tea before waiting for Jing Xiang to come back. He didn't seem surprised when she came, but asked her: "Why?"
Qing Huan lowered her eyes slightly, and then smiled lightly: "I just wanted to ask Mr. Xiang if he was obsessed."
They are smart people who don't have to be roundabout.
"Yes."
An expected answer. This place is like a fixed dream, there is no way to stop or change it, because everything has already happened, and what really makes Qing Huan feel good luck is that she realizes that she wants to send him this journey in person. "In that case, Mr. Xiang, I wish you all the best."
Jing Xiang raised his eyes and looked at her. The eyes of the two met in the air. It seemed that they had traveled through infinite time and space, and it seemed that nothing had happened, and they gradually returned to calm. Jing Xiang actually didn't quite understand what Qing Huan meant by saying these words. In his opinion, she was a junior with a name that made his heart hurt. He didn't want to see her, let her approach, or even hear her voice. All because it doesn't feel like an outsider.
But he noticed that the little girl in front of him was not really a simple one who didn't understand anything. The girl who grew up in brocade clothes and jade food had a secret on her body, but Jing Xiang didn't want to know that secret, so she didn't go. Explore, not curious.
However, at this moment, she wished him all that he wished to come true.
"I actually don't understand, people live and die, and there will be obsessions that can't be let go or forgotten. These obsessions form the last breath they stay in the world." Qing Huan held tea in his hand Putting down the lamp, his expression was gentle and natural. "How much power a person's soul has depends on his own mind and thoughts, and also on whether God loves him. But no matter who is trapped by obsessions, he will not be able to get free in the end."
Jing Xiang listened in silence.
“What Xiangye did, to me, was like a shadow puppet show that had already been performed. I watched it in the audience, and after the set, Xiangye took the path of his own decision step by step. I It is not alarmist to say that people are too obsessed with the past, and they will lose their future. The prime minister must know this truth, but he still made a choice."
"Then, since Master Xiang is so persistent, I will give you a chance to see if your obsession can be eliminated in the end."
Qing Huan stood up, stretched out her right hand, and spread it out. I don't know when, a flower of the other side was blooming in the palm of her palm. Then she released her hand, and the other side of the flower seemed to have her own. His consciousness entered Jing's sea of acquaintances, his eyes flashed red, and then everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
That is what he imagined, and it is also his final outcome. Everything is his choice, and Qing Huan will not interfere. Don't force him to let go, and don't give him a future.
He wants a chance, so give him that chance.
But that's about it.
His final outcome is a sea of blood-colored flowers clustered around the Naihe bridge. There is no Jingxiang, no love or hate, no obsession, just a sea of flowers, starting from the ghost gate, along the Huangquan Road, and extending to the Naihe Bridge, guiding the dead souls who walk on the bridge.
Also forever, accompany her.
If that's the ending he wants.
When Qing Huan first came to this world, she knew she couldn't change anything. This world will always exist only in the past, because people in this world are only willing to live in the past.
He can't let go of his obsession, so don't let it go. If he wants to live forever, he will live forever. But these have only happened here, in these short decades.
Because his real soul has long since dissipated, turning into a sea of blood-colored flowers, no matter how unconscious he is, he has no memory.
Flesh｜Body, body, emotion, heart, memory, soul, obsession.
He doesn't have any of these anymore.
Qing Huan sighed softly, she didn't look back at the Xiangfu, it was like a frozen black and white photo, gradually becoming stale, aging, shattering and dissipating.
The power of his longevity was bestowed by her. The other side flower dripped into her blood, giving him longevity, dividing his soul, and giving him a final sleep in Wangchuan.
The day she died, the story should have ended, and the living should no longer be punished for their sins, because the dead will never come back. She is completely different from the self before her death, so no one in this world recognizes her anymore, and she even has a new heart.
Soft, lively, tolerant, and compassionate.
Otherwise she wouldn't come back here for his obsession, nor would she accompany him through those worlds, but fortunately he finally let go, forgot her, and forgave himself.
Qing Huan returned to the palace, but Qi Fuming hadn't come back yet. At the princess' place, several side concubines kept arguing over trivial matters. If the prince was here, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, and the princess had a good temper, so they dared to judge. As a result, the battle was in full swing, and suddenly I saw the little princess sitting on the side laughing at Yan Yan at some point, looking at them with his chin up, his expression quite a bit like watching a play.
In the end, they are all people with good face. The little princess is the heart and soul of the prince. They don't dare to provoke them. They lose their demeanor in front of the prince. Sighed: "I really want to be annoying to them."
But although she said this, she had a smile on her face: "Sister, don't laugh at me, the prince works hard every day, and that's all I can do for him. My sister is a fairy, so don't laugh. me."
"How come, sister-in-law is doing very well." Qing Huan laughed.
She went to see her grandfather and eldest uncle again. Although her grandfather was old, she still tried to climb the mountain and refused to take the carriage. The eldest uncle was so angry that he could not speak. The father and son had a big fight. The next morning, a stinky He got into the carriage with a sullen face, one riding a horse to take care of him, and his aunt smiled secretly.
The emperor's cousin is newly fascinated by an exotic beauty, and he is not thinking about Shu all day long. Except for going to the queen's palace, his time is basically spent on this exotic beauty, and he even learns from others. It looks like wearing a Hu clothes and eating skewers, and the soft jade is warm and fragrant.
Aunt Qingnu lived like a duck to water in the old master's house. She was a person who served the master, and the whole master's family respected her very much. When she was offering incense to the old master, her face was extremely peaceful, and she could no longer see the pungent appearance of her youth.
Everyone has a good life, and there will be times of sadness and sadness, but it will always pass, and happiness will soon replace those indescribable sadness. Look forward, walk forward, don't look back, just let go.
Later.
The deadline for the Qingwang couple is approaching.
The Emperor Taishang was seriously ill, and the medicine and stone didn't work. Before his death, he was still smiling, holding the Queen Mother's hand.
The general and his wife are also very old, and the husband and wife are buried together.
……
The people she once knew are slowly leaving. But life is like this, with separation, goodbye will shake people's hearts; with death, we can love each other more suddenly when we are alive. These make up the world, and they make up the human heart.
These are all for granted, aren't they?
Let the past be in the past, don't long for the future, because the future will always come.
The most important thing is to grasp the moment.
Jing Xiang is also getting older, and he has a very long life in his old age, but he has reached the end of this world, and then he makes his own choice. Before he died, he was accompanied by students, and the emperor and Qi Fuming were both on the side. The two listened to the old man on the bed breathing rapidly and briefly, and his eyes were red.
The person who taught them to adults finally left just like other elders.
Qing Huan took a last look at him, using her original appearance. His eyes have been lost, but he seems to have seen her in the dark, and even reached out to her. Qing Huan sighed softly and said in a low voice: Huangquan Biluo, we will never meet.
It's true, never see you again.
Your future has just been revealed, but for the Qinghuan who has experienced those futures, this is the end of Jing Xiang.
Everything is an end, everything is a beginning.
The author has something to say: I like the number nine, so I still choose to end it in Chapter 9.
If there is an update next, it should be some typos and bug fixes, and there will be no extra stories and stories.
Thank you for your continued company. Qinghuan wants to say goodbye to everyone. Thank you very much.
Leaving Wangchuan Naihe, I hope to meet you all at Barren Sea Returning Market.