Immortal Voices Chapter 228: Xiao Jing
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Rong Xian didn't know that in the hearts of Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan, she had gone from a politician who turned black and white to a child who couldn't live without her father.
When she heard Su Xuan's words, the arc of her mouth did not fall. Although the faint smile was warm, it gave people a sense of melancholy, which made people feel distressed.
"He was delayed for more than ten years in Xiaoqianjie for me. I..." Rong Xian lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes concealed the true emotions in her eyes, "I don't want him to lose anything for me. ."
This is as if Sizhen's departure was not driven away by her.
Sizhen will not get in the way of Rong Xian after she leaves. Rong Xian is too happy to be in time, so how could she be reluctant to let it go.
But she can't say that to her subordinates. She brewed her feelings and said, "I always feel that this is a difference, so I won't meet each other."
Seeing that His Highness is so depressed, how can a minister not take the initiative to share his worries.
Ye Wenchun glanced at Rong Yu and motioned to the apprentice who seemed to have the closest relationship with His Highness to comfort and comfort His Highness.
Rong Yu's eyebrows jumped, and he would take the little snake off his head and play silently, pretending that he can't hear or see now.
If his Master is so fragile and harmless, there won't be so many people in the world who fear Master.
Ye Wenchun glanced at this guy who didn't care about Master's mood and didn't know how to comfort Master for playing by himself, a little angry and faintly felt that something was wrong.
But he didn't notice anything wrong, so he could only take a step forward: "His Royal Highness, please take care of your body. When you reach the Middle Thousand Realm, you will see Senior Si again."
Rong Xian sighed lightly, his tone seemed infinitely sad, and then he seemed to be afraid of the worry of the people around him, and quickly converged, turning around and looking at the two apologetically: "I understand, let Ye Xiang Master Su is worried for me."
Ye Wenchun smiled and squinted his eyes, and said: "It's a blessing to be able to help your Highness."
He was quite emotional. Before, he thought that the emperor and maiden would be unacceptable, and he never thought that the emperor and maiden would be cute and docile.
Don't ask for how good the future master is, just ask for a bear.
This emperor and maiden fits his heart's expectations, don't you understand the important affairs of the government? It doesn't matter, it's good to be a mascot, and everything has him and the ministers.
Not enough strength? It doesn't matter, Su Xuan and the other members of the Detective Kansi watched around the clock to ensure that even the flies would not be able to approach His Highness.
As long as your Royal Highness is so well-behaved and sensible, the requirements are so low!
After Rong Xian ascended the throne, Ye Wenchun laughed at herself for being too sweet in her heart when she thought of her thoughts at this time.
"Let's go, it will only increase the sadness if you look further." Rong Xian turned and walked down the mountain, followed by Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan.
Rong Yu clicked on Xiao Snake's head and asked quietly, "Xiao Jin, what do you think Master wants to do?"
What's the point of playing with those two adults like this? In the future, they are likely to work together, and Master is not afraid of capsize.
Little Snake: Please call Snake Ajin, thank you.
Rong Yu didn't understand what the snake was saying, and continued: "Xiaojin, do you think..."
"Yu'er." A faintly inaudible voice came, Rong Yu quickly followed.
In the Rong clan, Zuo Hufa stagnated for a long time in front of a coffin carved from Kunshan sacred wood. The holy nostalgia and unwillingness of unwillingness on his face changed very quickly, and in the end, they all missed it. on.
Xiao Jing, it's been 1,616 years, I miss you very much.
As time passed, I became more and more panicked, more and more scared, the flower that symbolized the new birth did not make you come alive, and your traces in this world were slowly erased by time.
Xiao Jing, I'm afraid, I'm afraid no one will remember you anymore.
He raised his head, with a little mist in his holy and compassionate eyes, like a bodhisattva who saw the sorrow of the world and the suffering of the common people, he shed tears, making people feel that his soul is singing a song of death.
He stroked the coffin lightly, as if stroked the soft blushing face of his beloved girl.
The corners of his lips lightly opened, and the sweet and tender song sounded softly.
The clean singing wafted lightly in this tomb, making people seem to see the blue sky and white clouds, the girl picking lotus seeds on the awning boat on the other side, and the overbearing and brilliant smile.
Sweet and tender tunes turn, but it is a dreamy twists and turns, every step is sad, every inch of sadness.
This is a song dedicated to the souls of the dead, sad and silent.
At the end of the song, the mist in his eyes condensed, and he couldn't help but smash it down again.
Lightly stroking the coffin, the young and compassionate young man said: "Those people have gone to hell, and there will be Bodhisattvas in **** sentenced to their crimes. Xiao Jing, I really want to go down with you, but I..."
His voice choked slightly: "For so many years, my hands are covered with blood, I have betrayed my Buddha."
He said painfully: "If I die, it will be hell, but you must be in the Paradise of Bliss. Xiao Jing, I am not afraid of death or hell, but I am afraid that I will not see you even if I die."
The young man subconsciously moved the Buddha beads on his hand, his mouth was full of bitterness: "The Buddha said, turning back is the shore, if I turn my head back to make atonement, will there be a day when I can come out of hell, will I see you again?"
Xiao Jing, without you, I knew that the most important thing in this world is not the Buddha, but your overbearing and cheerful ‘no-self’.
After visiting the beloved girl, Zuo Hufa reluctantly left the tomb, walked into the place where the relics of the Rong clan were placed, waved all the things into the ring, and then moved out of the tomb. Go.
Leaving the main tomb, Wu-self stopped in front of Jiuquan.
He bowed slightly, stretched out his hand and took a carefree drink into his mouth, the familiar mellow exploded on the tip of his tongue, and the large blanks hit his consciousness.
Without me, he shook his mind and smiled bitterly: "Worry-free has never been of use to me. Xiaoxian and I are both poor people."
He knows the effect of worry-free better than anyone else, because this is the wine he makes.
Xiao Jing died. He poured the wine into the river. He sat by the river and watched the people, whether they were monks or mortals, after drinking without worries, one by one forgot their worries.
Only him and Xiaoxian, Wuyou never worked.
Because the memory is too unforgettable, it cannot even be erased from reincarnation.
He stretched out his hand and took out a wine gourd, the mouth of the gourd pointed at Jiuquan, his fingertips passed the spirit, and the wine from Jiuquan condensed into a trickle and flew into the gourd.
The four black crows guarding outside the tomb were bored and played chess together again, but Jiang Jin and Bai Song played chess, and the black crows were messing around with them as always, like a bear kid, and Chen Yan There is no such thing as the so-called "watching chess but not talking about a true gentleman." The command here and there was beaten several times by the unbearable Jiang Jin.