Chapter 418 Like a dream bubble
The door squeaked and opened. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ infoThe beautiful figure belonging to the girl bypassed the landscape screen embroidered with gold thread and went straight to the person sitting in the hall.
"Once again, you're treating the door as empty, Azhuo." The man with his legs crossed in the shape of a lotus flower did not raise his eyes, and knew who it was.
Ah Zhuo's footsteps paused, and he spoke for a long time: "You have been in retreat here for three days, I ...... I'll come and see you. She deliberately omitted the fact that she was not at ease.
"The mouth is not right." He tilted the corners of his mouth and smiled at Ah Zhuo in the distance, "I know you came here, but you actually wanted to accompany me to ......" A long sigh was not finished.
The jagged lights and shadows shine on the white walls, which looks particularly desolate.
Ah Zhuo slowly walked up to him and sat down on his knees. She was very close to him. Up close, you can see his lowered eyelashes, trembling like butterflies flapping their wings.
In his memory, he always narrowed his eyebrows. The elegance of this place has never been easily revealed.
Now his eyebrows have gone through 500 years, and they are not much different from the past.
"If you are gone, who will take care of the internal and external affairs of these thirty-three days?" Ah Zhuo said. She deceived herself into thinking that if he could not find a qualified successor, he would not leave the great heavenly palace and himself behind and leave alone.
"How about I leave it to you?" He replied with a relaxed expression, "The affairs of the harem are in your hands, and it is nothing to add another former dynasty." β
"How can it be child's play to be the master of the Heavenly Palace?"
He shook his head and said no more.
The knowledge on Ah Zhuo was taught by him, and he couldn't understand this little lady very well.
Once she gets serious, it's not wrong for her to stubbornly say that she is persistent.
If he hadn't entrusted anything to her, she would have followed her to the deep and dark Yellow Springs Road.
"You are the person I trust the most. With you succeeding as the master of the Heavenly Palace, I can be relieved. β
She shook her head unmoved: "Wherever you go, I will follow." β
He sighed helplessly: "How can such a big person still be as clingy and tight as a child?" β
Ah Zhuo flattened his mouth, and he was about to cry.
"Go outside and cry." He pretended to be stern, but in fact he found an opportunity to drive her away.
In the seven days when the number of days is about to end, the body and mind will show five decays: heavenly music stops, clothes are dull, restlessness, flower crowns wither, and body sweating.
As God, he cannot escape this fate.
Generally, the celestial beings who feel the five decays and know that they will not live long will find a secluded place to hide at this time, and then pass away quietly.
Those who are friendly with the dying celestials will also tacitly alienate them.
The five decays are something that the celestial beings who have enjoyed all their lives are unwilling to face, and most of them choose to escape.
But Azhuo did not abandon him at such a moment.
Ah Zhuo raised his left hand, wiped his slightly moist eyes with his cuffs, and sniffed quietly again, putting away the unformed crying cavity.
Heavens are born without tears, even if they have great sorrow in their hearts.
Azhuo is not a native of heaven, so he will cry.
Seeing this, he softened his heart, and finally closed his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid to stay here?" β
Ah Zhuo laughed self-deprecatingly: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that the concubine was beaten into reincarnation by you." In those lifetimes, life and death have long been common. β
After entering the palace as a concubine, she rarely used the title of dignity and humility. The sudden unfamiliar title shook his heart.
ββ¦β¦ You still resent me? β
The smile on Ah Zhuo's cheeks deepened, and the slightly raised lips actually had a sad arc: "It's false to say that there are no complaints." It's just that now that I think about it, you give me more protection than harm. That's enough. β
He fell silent. That incident was indeed that I was sorry for her.
Although he made up for it a little afterwards, he found that he could no longer fill in the gap between the two.
Azhuo stayed up with him for the rest of his days.
In the afternoon, he finally lay down because of fatigue.
"Now I have a thought swirling in my heart, and I can't get rid of it."
There were only two of them in the dormitory. She served him with a silk quilt and was sitting on the edge of the couch.
"What?"
He beckoned weakly to her, motioning for her to come closer.
Ah Zhuo leaned down, and suddenly his lips kissed his forehead gently.
"Ah Zhuo, I like you. Even if you are punished by eternal hell and no return, I still like you. β
Ah Zhuo was stunned, and a tear slowly crossed his chin, dripping on the placket of his clothes, blurring the endless unspeakable fraternity.
Chapter 1 Shengping
It is the body without an owner, and it is like the ground; It is selfless, like fire; It is lifeless, like the wind; It is a body without man, as water.
Quotation from the Vimala Sutra is the second convenience
Thirty-three days later, God passed away, leaving behind only a son and a daughter who were still young. The boy's name is Changxi, and the girl's name is Ah Ruan.
The children are the dragon and phoenix fetuses born of the queen of heaven, but they do not look very similar.
Some people privately speculate that the long-lived bio is someone else. But this is just rumor, there is no definite evidence.
There is a saying in the world that a country cannot be without a king for a day.
Although thirty-three days is not busier than the human world, those celestial beings who take care of the affairs of the heavenly realm cannot let God vacancy.
On the second day after the obituary of God's death spread, they jointly wrote a letter to the Queen of Heaven, asking the prince to take over the throne for a long time.
The door of the palace where the Queen of Heaven lived was closed, and the scribe could not successfully bring it in. So he went to the study behind the temple of Bishi, where he knew that the side room of God, Concubine Mei, was sorting out the relics.
A few days ago, the scribe swept the bottom floor of the study, locked the door, and posted a seal prohibiting entry, and heard the intermittent sound of going downstairs inside.
He was so frightened that he almost fainted, and he tried to flee, but his knees were weak.
Dumbfounded as he watched the door of the study open from the inside out, he thought that he would see His Majesty's ghost in the next second.
Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of me was a delicate girl in a white skirt.
ββ¦β¦ Empress? The scribe was relieved to recognize her, and fell to the ground as he saluted.
Ah Zhuo nodded, looked back and took the seal, rubbed it into his palm and said, "This room doesn't need to be locked, I have to come over every day to mourn." β
The scribe leaned over and answered. Although the plum blossom fairy in front of him only occupies the title of concubine, he is deeply favored by God.
Because she is very favored, she also has some means of her own, and in the fifth year of entering the palace, she became the harem housemother.
If the Lord is not here today, she will become the most dignified figure in the palace without any suspense.
At that time, God said that he wanted to marry the plum blossom fairy as a side room, and I don't know how many celestial people begged His Majesty to take back his fate.
They think that the plum blossom fairy is not worthy of God at all.
She has a bad character and has a history of privately entering the emperor's palace to revise the decree; Her face was terrifying, and she had an old wound on her face from the catastrophe.
And God is the common yearning of almost all unmarried goddesses.
He has a comfortable temperament, and never puts on a royal stand when he meets his subjects when he goes out of the palace; He is handsome and beautiful, and a slight smile can make thousands of heavenly girls secretly wish for a good heart.
What outsiders don't know is that the plum blossom fairy and God have a deep relationship, and the two are destined to be obsessed with each other for a lifetime.
"Huh." Ah Zhuo took the joint book and laughed softly. "The prince is still young, if he really occupies the throne, isn't thirty-three days at the mercy of the queen of heaven?" She was sitting on the left side of the desk, and the seat in the center of the desk was vacated, which was the seat of God before he was gone.
ββ¦β¦ How to deal with this book? Chang Shi stood behind Mei Xian and arched his hand.
Ah Zhuo carefully read the names on the handwriting, and finally said: "Whether the rejection is implemented or implemented depends on the meaning of the queen of heaven." She folded the handwritten book into two paragraphs, lowered her head and stuffed it into her narrow sleeve and said, "You go down, and the palace will transfer it to the queen of heaven." β
Changshi responded respectfully, thinking that this hot potato was not in his own hands.
When Ah Zhuo arrived at the palace, the door of the temple was still closed.
The maids outside bowed to Mei Xian, and said in unison: "Niangniang is overly sad because of God's death, and she can't sleep all night, so she hasn't gotten up yet." Fairy, please come back. β
She stood still, just squinted and smiled: "Since the queen of heaven hasn't gotten up yet, then the palace won't go in." Tell the queen of heaven who is overly sad, there are important things in this palace, please take a look at the queen, please tidy up your appearance and come to the backyard. After speaking, the skirt turned back and looked away, and the ground seemed to bloom like a beautiful flower.
Ah Zhuo's voice was not high, but it was clearly transmitted into the palace of Xiao Yao, and the personal maid of the queen of heaven Lizhu was guarding in front of the couch, and at this time gritted her teeth and said: "How dare she be so rampant?"
The curtains around the soft couch were lifted in one corner, revealing half of the pale face of the queen of heaven: "In the past, I relied on God, but now I rely on children."
"Kid?" Lizhu's personal maid has only been with her for a few years, and she doesn't know the secrets behind the pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses.
Lizhu was silent, she sat up on the edge of the couch, and her well-maintained round nails were buckled into the golden silk nanmu.
ββLong breath's life experience, does the plum blossom fairy already know?
Thinking of this, Lizhu's expression became panicked, and she said to the maid with a trembling voice: "The hands and feet are a little numb." β
Atsuku sat under a cherry blossom tree. She saw Lizhu approaching with an overly long skirt in one hand, and only got up and bowed slightly: "I've seen the queen of heaven." β
Li Zhu deliberately ignored her disrespect for herself, and retracted her eyebrows and said, "What are you asking me to do here?" Although Lizhu was stripped of the power of the Heavenly Palace Mistress by the Plum Blossom Fairy, she still had to hold on to the only remaining self-esteem.
"The concubine has some things that need to be handed over to the queen of heaven in private." Ah Zhuo smiled and took out two silk books, "Niangniang will make a decision after reading it." β
Keenly aware that the other party's smile was not very simple, Lizhu didn't reach out to take it, stared at Mei Xian's eyes and asked, "...... What to decide? β
Ah Zhuo shook the ruler-long plain silk, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded: "Decide whether to continue to occupy the magpie's nest." One in my hand is the edict of the ancestors, and the other is the edict of the ministers. Both of them are things that talk about long-term inheritance, but they have a completely different impact on you. β
Li Zhu frowned, and snatched the silk book from Mei Xian's hand. There was nothing special about the ministers' advice, she had long expected its existence; The remains of sandalwood are the last photos of the ancestors, but Lizhu can't help but feel dizzy.
Because this few lines of testament clearly recorded his past with Mei Xian, and most importantly, it also revealed Changxi's life experience.
Stretching out his left hand to hold his heart, Lizhu gasped and said: "Thirty-three days and above, no one knows that you are exactly the same as the handwriting of the ancestors. How dare you prove that it is true when you take out the photo of your ancestor now? β
Ah Zhuo snorted contemptuously in a nasal voice: "If my handwriting can be flawless, how could I have been removed from the immortal root a hundred years ago and exiled to the world to suffer all calamities?" β
In the thirty-third day, there was an incident that shocked all the heavens and people.
Shu should have been flooded due to heavy rain, but in the end the amount of rain fell less than half, the flood was not completed, God sent people to hold accountable, after a long time, found that the rain was dropped, the culprit is the plum blossom fairy who has been with him all the year round.
She wrote an oracle in God's handwriting, deliberately skimming off most of the original rain. Her move changed not only the lives of the people of Shudi, but also the luck of a Jiazi in the world.
Having committed such a grave mistake, even if God wanted to shield her, there was nothing God could do but let her go.
Li Zhu was thinking about the old things, and heard the plum blossom fairy say: "If you can't tell the truth from the fake, just ask the discerning Bodhisattva Master." β
"Although this palace wants to know the authenticity of the edict, it doesn't want the ugliness of the family to be publicized." rejected the proposal in a dignified tone, but Lizhu put the silk book into her sleeve, "You have already fallen into the harem, what else do you want?" β
"I want to listen to Changxi call me A-Niang in my lifetime." Ah Zhuo said slowly, and there was a sad meaning between his words.
Li Zhu was so smart that she knew that once she returned the long breath to Mei Xian, it would mean losing her power and status. In fact, she doesn't care, but what should her daughter Ah Ruan do?
During her pregnancy with Ah Ruan, she was frightened, which caused Ah Ruan to be congenitally deficient, and she spoke very late, and her intelligence was much worse than that of the same year and the same day.
Although Ah Ruan is a princess, if she never sees well, I am afraid it will be difficult to find Lang Jun. If you lose your position of power, how can you protect your daughter?
"What would you do if I decided to continue to occupy the magpie's nest?" Lizhu bit her bloodless lip and said.
Ah Zhuo took a step closer to Lizhu's body, and the two faces with opposite temperaments were very close to each other: "You have seen my wrist now, how can you still ask such a childish question?" If you don't choose the easy path to take, of course I'm going to push you. When you left the Heavenly Palace with Ah Ruan in embarrassment, you knew that I didn't bluff you. β
From the time Mei Xian and Li Zhu first met a hundred years ago, their confrontation has not stopped. A hundred years ago, it was Lizhu who had an absolute advantage. A hundred years later, Mei Xian, who has tasted all the bitterness and suffering, is slightly better.
This may be the rotation of feng shui, thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river.
"You're ruthless enough." Lizhu glared at her hatefully.
Ah Zhuo raised his eyebrows and replied, "It's all thanks to you." β
From the moment she returned from reincarnation, she was no longer a flawless plum blossom fairy.
Lizhu lowered her autumn water eyes and sighed: "It doesn't belong to me, no matter how much you pursue it, you can't get it, but... I realized it too late. There have been many times in the past when I couldn't stand you. I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, but I beg you to leave a path for my daughter, Ah Ruan. (To be continued.) )