The misty garden, ethereal like a dream, against the river, against time.

The green waves were long, and there was a faint sound shaking, and Murong Qian's figure swept through the depths of the water like a shuttle, bringing up strings of bright bubbles, gently bursting from the depths of his soul.

"Shun, will you promise me?"

"Emperor E, whatever you want to say, I will allow it."

"Shun, if there is any dispute between the two of us in the future, I will leave in a bad mood, no matter how unwilling you are, please must come to me!"

Shun smiled slightly and scratched Emperor E's nose: "We won't quarrel." ”

"Promise me!" Emperor E blinked his clear eyes and looked at Shun steadily, "No matter how irresolvable the contradictions between us are, no matter how unforgivable the mistakes we make each other, you must come to find me!" Your Emperor E is very stupid, he can't distinguish between north and south, I, I'm afraid that if I get lost, I won't be able to find you again. Speaking of the end, the autumn waves in his eyes shook brightly.

"Good, good! I promise you, no matter where you are hiding, at the ends of the earth, for generations, I will find you! Shun's peach blossom eyes were tender, and he was about to sink people down, "I, I won't let you be alone." ”

That is the voice of Emperor E, who is a new wife, and that is the oral promise of Shunjun, who is a new husband.

Time has changed, the vicissitudes of life, and the heavy pupils have been destroyed, how to find a person in the thousands of floating dust? If you lose your spell, how can you break through the illusion seal?

There is only a true word, a true word that is pure and pure. If you don't lose yourself, you can not lose others.

The river water is warm and cold, piercing the heavy pupil scars, piercing the painful memories of the ancients, and sewing up the fate of a thousand holes with a needle.

"Why are you carrying me behind your back to kill Kun!"

"Subduing the flood and saving the common people is the mission of the god of water!"

Shun's peach blossom eyes were hazy into rain, and he was crying: "Emperor E, what did I do not do well to make you angry?" "Because of the negative energy, I chose to leave.

"Shun, I'm very happy, every minute and second with you is happy, it's just that this happiness has come to an end." Emperor E lay in the crook of Shun's arm, dying, "In this life, it is a blessing to be able to hold the hand of the son, and it is really, really blessed, not blessed to grow old with the son." ”

Shun's tears dripped down, it was the first time in his life that Emperor E saw him cry, and it was also the last heartbreak in this life. Like a star, it fell into the corner of Emperor E's eye, and became a hot black seal.

"Shun, you are the emperor, don't cry."

Murong Qian's head hit the root of the tree in the water, and he snorted sullenly, as if he was dissatisfied with the years, and he swam out of the water in shock.

Just poked out of the water, his eyes sank, everything around, every grass and tree, was a labyrinthine garden of the Lin family, could it be that he swam back again after swimming for so long in vain?

In the gloom and loss, he suddenly felt the fragrance rippling, he was shocked, and looked down, a night fragrance magnolia was swirling down from the tip of his nose, ten petals of night fragrance magnolia!

He was overjoyed, and reached out again and again to pick it up, and as soon as he touched the green petals on the outer edge, the flower was twisted up by a sleeve of blue yarn.

"It's mine."

Murong Qian listened to this ethereal voice, his brain suddenly emptied, and he stopped swimming in a daze, allowing his body to sink straight down.

Nabi Sha grabbed his shoulder, lifted him from the water to the air, and slowly shook off the water droplets on his body: "You are ......"

Only then did Murong Qian see clearly that the sleeve of blue yarn was just a clear branch born from the Bodhi tree in the heart of the river, but the color was very similar to the "blue sky and water" written on the day of his death.

His voice was choked, and he said softly: "Qingchen, is it you?" ”

The voice of doubt came from the roots of the tree under the water: "Qingchen? What do you want her to do? ”

"She, my wife, I, come and take her home!"

"Is she gone?"

"I found her, and then I lost her."

"So, you're here for the Magnolia Mirror?" The green branches shook and gently dropped him on the branches of the Bodhi tree, "I don't know anyone who is green and dusty, you, you have come to the wrong place." ”

"You really don't know?"

"In the four seas and eight wildernesses, in the three thousand red dust, there is no such person."

Murong Qian's heart sank heavily, and he sat on the Bodhi tree, without half of his strength: "No, no, no, I won't ......"

"You don't believe it?" The ethereal voice wrinkled the thin water lines, "I am the matchmaker of the fairy forest in the mirror, knowing the past and present lives, controlling the three souls and seven spirits, and fulfilling the long-cherished wish of Hongchen......"

Murong sat up in shock: "What's your name!" ”

"Mrs. Lin!"

Murong Qian looked around at the scene in the Mulan enchantment, and her chest suddenly shook, it turned out that she was also asleep. However, Rao is that she has forgotten everything, and she is not willing to forget the joy of laughing, and she is not willing to forget every grass and tree in the Lin family's garden.

Murong Qianqiang put down the excitement in his heart, and his voice and veins slidied, like a warm spring breeze in March, crossing the peach blossom rain, blowing through the reckless fields of love and hate: "Mrs. Lin, I am willing to use my freedom and future in exchange for meditating under the Bodhi tree." With this tree, through the wind and rain together with the life and death, with this tree, thousands of generations of eternal life and eternity. Are you willing to make this deal? ”

"You, you want to stay?"

"Hmm!"

"In the Mulan Enchantment, I only raise trees, not people."

"Then I'll make a tree." Murong Qian's voice was as gentle as rain, and he whispered softly, "One, peach blossom tree!" ”

"What a madman!"

The ripples on the surface of the Lechuan River gradually rise, as if the dimples are lightly rippling, smiling, and yingying.