Bancheng Fengyue

Fu Cang's body trembled slightly, and the dense light spots slowly overflowed from between his brows, but he did not fall asleep like Yanxia did last time, and those dark and deep eyes only looked at her. ()

Eyes intertwined, silent.

Is this the **** of heaven? Or a boy from the lower realm? Xuan Yi didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it, no matter who it was, she would watch him quietly until everything was over.

After a long time, those focused eyes finally closed, and he slowly went limp.

Xuan Yi touched his face, he seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful expression.

Will there be no more nightmares in the future?

The head of the spiritual officer landed on Fu Cang's heart and probed: "This body is dead, it must be because of the spiritual shock after the karma is over, it is not easy to catch up with such a coincidence."

As soon as the words fell, a thin strand of light burst out from the top of Fu Cang's head, everything was broken and dissipated into thousands of light spots. Very good, the fortune line is also broken, and this mission of protecting the lower realm of Fucang Shenjun has finally come to an end.

The pickets rushed over with gratification on their faces. This relationship was finally over smoothly. Everyone was very happy. It was rare for this wayward princess to do it herself. It was really unexpected. I thought she would find it troublesome halfway through. Let go and run away. ()

Seeing Xuan Yi standing silently on the edge of the cliff with an extremely calm expression, the head of the Lingguan softly comforted her, "Princess, after God Fu Cang returned to the upper realm, he should remember this experience..."

Remember to remember, I don't know if it is a cloud-like evil in the past. He didn't want to say it out, and said: "Maybe you can get back together."

Xuan Yi said lightly: "I see. You go away and don't disturb me."

The chief spiritual officer could only nod his head, and then said softly: "We have to send the mortal body of Lord Fu Cang back to Qingdi Temple, princess..."

She didn't answer, just turned her body on her back.

The picket spiritual officer lifted the uncooled corpse with Fengyun, his arm was hanging down limply, suddenly a golden object fell from his sleeve to the ground, the chief spiritual officer hurriedly picked it up, but it was a string The golden hair ring is entangled with countless golden threads, and a bunch of peonies the size of rice grains are dotted in it, which is luxurious and delicate.

"Is this the princess' gold ring?" He handed it over.

Xuan Yi silently held the golden ring in his palm, this scoundrel, is he hiding her golden ring secretly, or is he afraid that she will disappear suddenly?

But this time, she really didn't want to disappear, and she didn't want to leave. In this illusory lower realm, she wanted to spend some years with him. ()

She turned her back again and looked at half of the city surrounded by greenery below the mountain.

The turbid wind is like the paste he used to paste talisman papers, entangled in strands and strands of his body and hair. Xuan Yi used to hate this feeling very much, but these days in the lower realm, she seems to be getting used to it up.

It's time to go back to the upper realm, she has done what she should do, let everything go back to the beginning, and their bad relationship ends here.

But she still didn't want to leave, as if she really wanted to leave him. She didn't want to leave him yet, she was always so headstrong.

It would be great if the heart could be like Bai Xue, and freeze it into the hardest shape, all of this would not happen, and the prayers in her heart that could never be expressed at this moment would not be boiled like this. roll.

If... if she had been waiting here, would she...

She didn't dare to think about it, it turned out that her heart was not as cold and hard as she imagined. () With her eyes open, she jumped down cruelly, facing the feelings that made her treat her like a scourge. She originally thought that she could be very beautiful and cold, so she clapped her hands and went back to the upper realm. From then on, she and her ice-like loneliness will return to Zhongshan forever, even for tens of thousands of years.

But that phrase of liking was done with her heart, once she said it, she could only be slaughtered by others. He took her heart away.

Xuan Yi doesn't remember how long he stood on the edge of the cliff. The top of the zenith was a small sun for a while, and a small moon for a while. After repeated several times, there was nothing at last. The leaves of the emperor mulberry were wet, and there was a low rustling sound, as if those suppressed cries, after he left, they would start to emerge again.

She suddenly turned around and jumped into the sea of ​​clouds, she would not let them rise again, she was different from A Niang, she would never become A Niang, never.

When we returned to Qingdi Temple, the hustle and bustle caused by Fu Cang's sudden death in this life had all dissipated, and everything returned to tranquility.

Xuan Yi walked into the small courtyard where he had lived for seventeen years. The leaves on the pear tree were already withered and yellow, and there would no longer be any teenagers doing weird morning lessons under the tree.

Pushing open the door, the inside of the house is still the same, and Taoshu Dixian carefully tidied it up, teaching it to keep clean. The dark green robe he often wears is laid casually on the quilt, and the bedside is the Yin Yun novel with the story of Zi Lu killing the tiger. The white paper on which the two of them wrote the dragon character is still spread on the desk, and the inkstone in the inkstone has dried up.

She folded the piece of white paper and put it in her sleeve, and with a wave of her hand, she put all the snow-white gadgets on the bookshelf into her bosom, hesitated for a while, finally turned around cruelly, and floated out of the moon window.

Taoshu Earth Immortal told her that Fu Cang's mortal body had been sent back to the royal family. It seemed that because of a predestined relationship with the immortal family, everyone knew that he would not live long, so he prepared a cemetery for him early on, and he was buried in the royal tomb. alone on the hill.

Xuan Yi went over to take a look at him. In fact, she doesn't know what a cemetery is. It turns out that after mortals die, they have to build a tomb to hold their corpses, which is better than their gods.

As the Seventh Prince in this life, Fu Cang's tomb is huge and imposing. In front of the tomb there is a stone-carved bixi carrying a huge stone tablet, which reminds her of Qingqiu's bixi.

Xuan Yi reached out and patted Shi Bixi on the head.

Don't sleep, wake up.

...of course no one will get up.

Xuan Yi sighed, sat on Bi Xi's back, looked up at the vast night. The dark clouds have dissipated, and the sky is full of stars and moons. The moon in the mortal world is really small, small and dark. The most beautiful moon scene she has ever seen is on the nanmu corridor by the Chengjiang Lake in Qingdi Palace.

She took out the little Baixue gadgets in her arms one by one, placed them in front of his tomb, and moved them slowly with her fingers.

Suddenly, I feel that these things are too rough. The nine heads of the nine-headed lion should have five sense organs, the gemstone on the hilt of the Chunjun sword is blue, the whirling peony is even bigger, and the scales of the golden carp are also big. If there is a little more, the rice grain dragon horns on the loach's head have to be pinched out.

Xuan Yi began to chisel with her nails again. She filled them very slowly and carefully. She had never pinched these small things so carefully in her life. She held her breath and focused, as if she was doing the most important thing in her life.

It seems a bit difficult to breathe. Since the lower world, there has always been a group of fluffy things in her throat, which always makes her feel uncomfortable. Now it seems to have penetrated into the chest cavity, extending along the meridians to all the limbs, and her whole body began to feel uncomfortable. I really want to Pull it out.

She coughed hard ~www.readwn.com~ and suddenly realized that at some point, dense snowflakes were falling from the void, submerging the entire mountain.

The wind returned to the snow dance, and there were many, these snowflakes were very big and dense, it was the first time she knew that she could fall such a big snow, bigger than Qingyan's snowflakes, the heavy snow covered half of the city, Qi Nan really should come Look, he always said that she was useless, wasting the talent of two hundred years old to give birth to a human body, it turns out that she can be so awesome, she is so powerful that even she is afraid of herself.

By the way, Qi Nan. He must be happy this time, he won't ignore her for another half a year, Huaxu and Zhuyin won't have any grudges, they don't have any more enemies. She never asked, what exactly did he and Qing Emperor say in Qingdi Palace that day? Could it be that he tried his best to recommend himself to Emperor Qing? He always hoped that she would be with Fu Cang, and she always turned against him, and now she finally got her wish.

Qing Yan might be a little disappointed, she understood what he said when he left, telling her to mess with Fu Cang so that she wouldn't be lonely, he was afraid that she would be lonely. It's a pity that she failed her brother's kindness.

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