A Thousand Rounds (Final)

There was the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves outside the door, and a beautiful woman who was captivating the country and the city walked over step by step from outside the hall, smiling, and suddenly fragrant.

There was a man standing at the door of the hall, and the man stepped forward, slightly hesitating: "Miss Wu, can you really save my wife?" ”

"Yes, only I can." She walked up the steps step by step to him in a graceful manner. "Lu Yuanhou, take me to see your wife."

The door of the hall opened, and she slowly followed Lu Yuanhou into the palace gate, and there was a woman with her eyes closed on the couch in the inner hall, her abdomen was high and bulging, her face was pale, and there was a black gas between her eyebrows, and it seemed that she had been dead for a long time.

Wu Meiren stepped forward and reached out to brush the woman's forehead.

"Miss Wu, my wife ......"

Wu Meiren smiled at him: "I can save your wife, but I will take away the child in your wife's belly." ”

Lu Yuanhou looked at him, and felt dimly that this woman was so weird that it was incredible. But now, when he asked her, he had no choice. Turning his head to look at the woman still lying on the bed, he gritted his teeth: "Okay, I promise you, you go out first." ”

The man hesitated for a moment, then retreated.

The hall was silent, and I don't know where the wind came from, swept into the cold wind, which made people feel creepy. Wu Meiren took out a milky white bead from her sleeve, sent it to the top of the woman's lower abdomen, and then pressed it down. The beads shone brightly, and then sank into the woman's belly.

Lu Yuanhou waited anxiously outside the palace gate, and when he heard the child's faint cry, his whole body was stunned.

Immediately, the door of the hall opened, and Wu Meiren walked out with a child wrapped in a hug. She was still pale, but Lu Yuanhou didn't dare to look at her anymore.

People are always afraid of things that they can't control and touch, and the art of resurrection makes people chase and chase at the same time, but they are deeply afraid.

Wu Meiren said softly: "He is a little monarch, he should be a rare gold in his life, and he has been displaced all his life." Fathers and mothers will never be loved. She stepped forward and said, "Do you want to see it?" ”

Lu Yuanhou was already frightened when he heard the criticism, and when he heard this word again, his heart was like a knife. In the end, it is his own daughter, her life is so bleak, she can't bear to listen to it.

"No...... I don't look at it. ”

Wu Meiren took it back: "It's okay not to look at it, so as not to be reluctant when the time comes." I will take her away, and you will never see her. ”

The long wind is shining, and the bamboo forest is dashing.

Wu Meiren held a baby girl and walked slowly between the bamboo forests. There was a familiar breath behind her, and she stopped and didn't turn around: "You're here." ”

"I'm coming to see you."

Wu Meiren didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, she said, "Thank you Shui De Zhenjun for your love." ”

Shui De Zhenjun was silent for a moment, and at the end, only the sleeves of his clothes were blown slightly by the wind: "What you have in your arms is the reincarnation of you and Ji Gongne's daughter?" ”

"If you tell me the way to resurrect Gong Nirvana, then you should know that I can do everything, and you don't have to persuade me."

"I know." Shui De Zhenjun closed his eyes: "Where do you want to take her?" ”

Wu Meiren looked down at the baby girl's face, revealing an almost invisible smile: "Wherever you go, it's where you go." After a pause, he added: "She has a rare life of gold, and I named her Qianjin." Lu Qianjin, isn't this a good name? Speaking of this, she finally turned her head to look at Shui De Zhenjun, smiling like a flower: "You remember it for me, I'm afraid that one day I won't even be there, and no one will remember her." ”

Shui De Zhenjun trembled his lips and squeezed out a word: "Okay." ”

Seventeen years later, the state of Qi fell.

The young monarch who had just grown up met a man in the mountains and forests, and he said that his name was Zheng, and she remembered it for a lifetime.

She followed the man out of the mountains and forests, and saw the prosperity and magnificence of the world, as well as lies and sincerity. In the end, because of his beloved royal power, he left him and returned to the mountains and forests where he was born and raised.

After many years, he was victimized by traitors, and Lu Qianjin broke into the Qin Palace at night and stole his body. Master Wu Meiren taught her to build a thousand gold buildings, collect the life span of others, and infuse it into his body, for many years, waiting for someone who may never come back, but she is willing.

It's just that the world is ups and downs, reincarnation is reversed, and in the end, none of them waited for anyone.

I heard that there is a golden building in this world, and there is a man in the building, who is very handsome and unusual, and never smiles. He was waiting for the former landlord, the woman who was so beautiful that it was shocking to love to wear light blue clothes.

She didn't know when she would be back.

The lines of her palms twist and turn into threads

Circle after circle, it seems to be entangled with some obsession

Even if the wind blows through the next life

Hidden regrets rang in my ears

Dreams await who will come true

Love and hate, life and death are written in the book, but they are no more than pieces of paper

Lightly, a heavy ink blot turned over so lingeringly

Spend your life lighting that lamp

There is also a front end to swaying old dreams

The tea cooled a few turns

I opened my eyes and saw who the red line array was turned over

Don't leave the fragments in a hurry

I heard that the mirror of old things is still reflected in the memorial

Hot tears were buried thousands of years ago

If the ending is written in the opening scene

Who is willing to toss and turn for the story

Reading between the lines, I saw that she was willing

Joy and sorrow are only fixed in a thought

The night of November 8, 2016