The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 740
On the horizon, the morning sun breaks through the ground.

The sky was filled with rays of light, and the full moon melted into the sky, becoming one color with the sky.

At this time, the crow spread its wings and flew high, its flying posture resembled that of an eagle.

It flew around the tree three times and landed at the bottom of the tree. It raised its little head and looked at the crows all over the tree.

At this moment, all the crows stood up, lowered their heads, and looked at the eternal king in their hearts.

They fought for him, bled for him, lived with him, died with him, and stayed with him in this bone-chilling underworld for 18 years.

They get along day and night, love each other as brothers, and live and die together.

now.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye.

It should also be time to say goodbye.

At this time, the crow spread its wings and flapped its feathers three times.

This is the last order issued by a king to his warriors.

Go back!
Go back!
Go back!
And his warriors spread their wings, looked up at the blue sky above their heads, and roared three times.

The sound was deafening, breaking through the morning light, resounding throughout the sky, lingering for a long time.

Then, they bent their legs and knelt down towards their king meticulously and neatly.

Give one last salute.

And then.

With a crash, a tree of crows rose into the sky and circled around their king.

They flew very slowly, very low, reluctantly, and they were also saying goodbye.

It's such an honor to be able to accompany you through such a journey.

Unfortunately, you have to walk the next road alone.

Walk slowly, let us slowly catch up until we meet.

After flying three times, they did not miss it, nor did they look back. They flapped their wings and flew towards the place where the morning light shined.

Fly to the mountains, the sea, the grasslands, the forests...

Flying towards their coming, the next destiny, the next reincarnation, the next cause and effect.

Only one crow did not leave.

She flew to her king and stood beside him.

The king lowered his head, looked at her tenderly, spread his wings, and took her into his arms.

Then, they turned around together and looked at Yan Sanhe.

Very light, very soft, very proud to look at.

just like……

Parents look at their children.

So, you know who I am, right?

Yan Sanhe felt hot and ran towards them with all his strength.

She couldn't wait to tell them——

Her current name is Yan Sanhe. She grew up in the home of old general Zheng Yu. She came to Yan Xing's side when she was eight years old. After Yan Xing's death, she came to the capital.

She has several good friends around her and a person she likes named Xie Zhifei.

For the past nine years, she has been looking for her roots...

Suddenly, there was a "click" in my ears.

It was the sound of the coffin closing.

It’s the inner demons that have been resolved.

Before Yan Sanhe could put away the smile, his vision went dark and he fell into boundless darkness.

……

Yan Sanhe seemed to have had a long dream.

When she woke up, she found herself standing in a vast white mist.

The sun fell and the white fog dispersed.

In front of you is an elegant courtyard with a red flower tree.

A woman in rich clothes was standing on a ladder with a basket on her arm, picking flowers.

When she heard the noise, she lowered her head and smiled at Yan Sanhe.

Yan Sanhe looked at her blankly.

"The pomegranate flowers we pick are fragrant and sweet when fried, and they can also be used as medicine."

The woman raised her chin behind Yan Sanhe and motioned for her to look back.

Yan Sanhe turned around.

I saw a middle-aged man squatting under an osmanthus tree. The man was shoveling soil with a small shovel.

Yan Sanhe frowned, "What are you digging for?"

The man didn't even raise his head, "dig for wine."

“Why is wine buried underground?”

"Wine tastes best when it's buried underground." "How many years will it take to bury it?"

The man raised his head and said, "18 years."

His facial features were finally revealed in front of Yan Sanhe——

It was a bearded face, with deep wrinkles between the eyebrows and the ends of the eyes, but his eyes were very warm, like the breeze and the bright moon.

Yan Sanhe was stunned on the spot.

"when--"

"Dig it."

He increased the speed of his hands and took out a jar of wine from the soil in three or two strokes. He put it in his hand like a treasure and looked at it again and again.

He put the wine under the eaves, clapped his hands, dusted himself off, and walked into the house.

Yan Sanhe followed him involuntarily and stood still under the window.

I saw him sitting down in front of the desk, picking up the carving knife, and carving on the white jade one by one.

He was so focused on his carving that he didn't seem to notice Yan Sanhe outside the window, looking at him intently.

Yes.

Yan Sanhe was looking at him now, with a thousand words in his heart to say, but at the end of the day, he couldn't say anything.

This is not the former prince Zhao Lin from Inner Demon.

This is her father, Jo Rong Yoo.

Exactly the same as her eyebrows.

He wore an ordinary blue shirt and had a strong bookish air about him, which overlapped with the imagination in Yan Sanhe's mind.

"What are you carving?"

"Engrave two words."

He didn't seem to like being disturbed when he was doing his work, and he still didn't raise his head. He only waited for the carving to be completed before he raised his eyes to look at her.

"Want to come in and sit?"

"I……"

Yan Sanhe was unsure: "...can I come in?"

His eyebrows arched, "Why not? This is your home."

Yan Sanhe's eyes were hot, and he walked in from the door and walked to him.

He pointed to the chair in front of the desk and said, "Sit down."

Yan Sanhe sat down as he was told, still looking at him, tracing his outline with his eyes.

It's really similar to her.

He lowered his head to carve jade again.

It was very quiet in the study room, and I could hear the cicadas chirping outside the window.

Yan Sanhe was a little confused.

It seemed like she was back in the village by the Nu River. Yan Xing was reading in front of the desk and she was dozing off on the bamboo raft.

Peace of mind is home.

That one was the home Yan Xing gave her;
This one is her real home.

"When I was three or four years old, I was very clingy to my queen mother."

He suddenly spoke, his voice gentle.

"I want to follow her wherever she goes, and I want to sleep next to her at night. But I am the prince, and the prince has to sleep alone since he was a child, and he cannot get close to anyone.

One night there was thunder, and I was so frightened that I cried loudly and shouted for my mother. The chamberlain carried me to my mother's bedroom. That night was the best night of sleep in my life.

When I woke up, I thought that when I have children in the future, I will never let them sleep alone. "

Yan Sanhe was fascinated, "What happened next?"

"Then your mother got pregnant with you, and I was hoping for a daughter."

He smiled: "Daughters don't have so many rules. Your mother will definitely leave at that time, and I just want to take you with me.

When it's cold at night, I'll cover you with a quilt; when it's hot, I'll fan you; when it thunders, I'll cover your ears so you don't get startled. "

Tears began to well up in Yan Sanhe's eyes.

"I have made many mistakes in my life. The most outrageous mistake was that I didn't push her away so hard that I brought you into this world."

His hand did not stop, but he still lowered his head, with an unclear look in his eyes.

"I neither gave you a good body nor a sheltered home, so you were homeless for 18 years."

He slapped his hand and said, "My child, you should blame me."

Yan Sanhe's tears rolled down.

"Not only did I not cover you, fan you, or cover your ears, I also missed your first laugh, first time you spoke, first time you walked, first time you lost your temper..."

His drooped neck curved into a fragile arc.

"I want to teach you music, chess, calligraphy and painting, I want to carry you on my back, look at the lanterns on the [-]th, and enjoy the flowers during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to celebrate your birthday in a lively way every year, and I want your mother to practice medicine without worries..."

He was silent, with unspeakable guilt in his tone.

"I...didn't do the same thing."

(End of this chapter)