Xia Ling looked at the crumbling back, his hands clenched tightly and his fists hung down at his sides, but he didn't raise them after all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The figure disappeared, and Xia Lingcai fell to the ground with a weak body.

"Little Seventeen, your hands are bleeding."

Zhou Quanan stepped forward, and Xia Ling found that her nails had sunk into her palms and pierced into her delicate skin.

But why don't you feel pain in your palm?

Or is it because the heart hurts too much?

Outside General Fuwei's mansion, Chu Yuan staggered out, holding his arm on a tree in front of the door before stabilizing his body.

"Your Majesty!" The little eunuch behind him also stumbled to follow.

"Get out of here!" Chu Yuan was furious, and the little eunuch didn't dare to follow again.

It's just that after this sound fell, Chu Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood and stained his red robe.

He pressed his chest hard, forcing himself to get out of here as soon as possible.

The dignity of a man and the king of a country told him that he had to force himself out of here.

His little seventeen didn't want him anymore, so why should he stay here to be embarrassed or sympathetic?

Chu Yuan stumbled on the horse again, raised the horsewhip with difficulty, and fell.

When the horse galloped to the edge of the palace wall, Chu Yuan finally couldn't support it, and the whole person fell off the horse.

Here, Zhou Quanan helped Xia Ling up, and sent everyone back, and also sighed, "Little Seventeen, why are you doing this?" ”

"It's better to make him sad for a while now than to be so tired that he has bad luck, I just hope that he will be safe for the rest of his life."

Zhou Quanan wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Xiao Seventeen's heartbroken appearance, he finally swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

He actually wanted to tell her at this moment, what if he could be with his beloved, even if it was broken bones? And Chu Yuan carried too much responsibility on his shoulders.

"Now that this is the case, you should stop thinking about it." He could only try his best to persuade her.

"Senior Brother Fifteen, thank you for helping me play this scene. I will go back to Longhu Mountain early tomorrow morning, and I will never come down again. ”

"Little Seventeen, why don't I go back with you?"

"Don't! You wait, now that he has just ascended the throne, there must still be old forces in the court, and you have to assist him. ”

"I'm afraid that the emperor will have the idea of killing me when he sees me."

"He won't......" Xia Ling hooked his lips lightly, "He is not such a narrow-minded person, the person he hates will only be me, and you will never hear my name from his mouth again in the future." ”

Xia Ling only felt that she was physically and mentally exhausted, she had never thought that it would take so much courage to leave a person.

The next day, Xia Ling once again disguised himself as a little Taoist priest, left Dadu alone, and embarked on the journey back to Longhu Mountain.

The pear tree on the slope is still blooming beautifully.

This is the only way to return to Longhu Mountain, but it is inevitable to touch the scene at this time.

Xia Ling gathered the burden, but still walked under the pear tree, raised his head and faced the petals falling one after another.

sang the song "Pear Blossom Fragrance" again, "Laughing at the world, there are thousands of fools, it is rare to see the white head with the same family, who is playing the peach blossom with a human face, it is difficult to see the old people in the past, the old twilight reflects the new face, who dares to speak out about the pain of lovesickness, but the fragrance of pear blossoms makes people feel sad, sad and sad A thousand cups of wine to relieve thoughts, do not forget the new appearance of the old people, and miss the hometown." For the love of hurt, everything in the world is impermanent, laughing at the vicissitudes of life and tears, don't hesitate to wrap yourself in spring clothes, and remember the flowers. Laugh at me for being too crazy and lovesick at night, and I am alone to appreciate the residual fragrance......"

The melodious singing voice fluttered with the falling flowers, and only the singing made people's hearts break.

Xia Ling stopped singing, stretched out his hand to catch a falling flower, and said to the falling flower: "Chu Yuan is sorry, I love you!" I owe you this love in this life, and I hope that I can repay it in the next life. ”

As soon as the words fell, she only felt unusually uncomfortable in her chest, and salty liquid gushed out of her throat.

She wanted to suppress it with internal force, but after all, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master, you see that there is a little Taoist who looks like a person over there, who seems to be injured."

"Master, Master, it doesn't seem to be our Qingfeng Guan's person."

As the voices of the two children behind him sounded, Xia Ling only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lost consciousness.

"Host, are you alright?" Xia Ling was forcibly woken up by his own small system.

When she opened her eyes and saw the familiar white gauze tent above her head, she knew that she had now returned to Qingfeng Temple.

"I'm fine." She whispered to her small system, and asked, "The tasks of this world are all completed, right?" ”

"Yes host, it's done!" The small system wanted to congratulate, but when he saw the sad expression of his host, he didn't say anything.

"In that case, I'm going into retreat." Xia Ling closed his eyes, but was woken up by two chirping sounds.

"That's obviously Uncle Seventeen."

"But Master said she was a woman."

The noisy and quarrelling voices of the two children remembered again, and it immediately reminded Xia Ling of the time when she and Chu Yuan were young.

Xia Ling simply sat up from the bed and looked at the two little edamame beans beside the bed.

The two children saw Xia Ling get up and salute her respectfully, and shouted crisply, "Seventeenth Senior Uncle." ”

Xia Ling smiled, "You two have been in love with each other since you were a child, you know?" ”

One of the children seized the opportunity to complain, "Uncle Seventeen, Tinker Bell caught a snake to scare me. ”

Another child hurriedly argued, "Little bell, didn't I also give you candied fruit when you drank bitter medicine?" ”

"But you've eaten more than I do."

The quarrel between the two little dolls completely pulled Xia Ling's thoughts back to when she was five years old, and she saw Chu Yuan's sick appearance for the first time.

"Seventeen, seventeen." The familiar voice sounded again, awakening her from the memory.

"Big brother." Xia Ling raised his head and saw that Feng Wuyan, who was now the master of the Clear Wind Viewer.

Feng Wuya looked at her and smiled with satisfaction, "Little Seventeen, you're finally back." And...... It's becoming more and more like your mother. ”

"My mother?"

Feng Wuya nodded with a smile and told her about his fruitless love with Qin Qingyun's mother, the Qin family.

"I said that the senior brother protected me like that when he was young, it turned out to be a love house and a black house!" Xia Ling smiled.

"Seventeen, in life, in the end, it will all return to dust, let alone love? Just like me and your mother, just like you and Chu Yuan, we will eventually drown in the long river of history and become that insignificant piece of dust. Do you understand? ”

"Senior brother, I understand. Little Seventeen just wants to devote himself to cultivation now, and I will start a retreat tomorrow......"