A puff of loess fell, covering up the small blue and white porcelain jar.

A person like him finally lived in such a small world, but could this small porcelain jar really hold his soul? Yan Ning stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her face. I'm sorry Ah Xuan, I thought about letting you integrate into the mountains and rivers, so that you can be free from now on. But I'm afraid you're too lonely, and it's too hard to drift with the wind alone. Here, at least I'll be with you all the time.

Tears are still gradually hazy in my eyes, or am I really making the wrong choice?

At that time, I should have promised Xuanyin that even if I am gone, at least you can live alone in this world. Then you will have countless possibilities in your life, and you will not be tied to me with all your heart and soul like you did in the first half of your life. Wandering for me, wandering for me, sick and wounded for me.

That year, the snow fell very heavily on Arashiyama, covering the two new graves tightly. The whole world cooled inch by inch, and there was no trace of warmth in the package.

Her hands and feet were often cold, and her limbs were swollen with increasing swelling from pregnancy. But every other day, she always went to the back mountain silently on crutches and carrying sacrifices alone, and stayed for half a day.

The people who came to worship that day had already dispersed, but Lu Li had been by her side, the wrinkles between her eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper, and her eyes were getting older and older.

At the beginning of spring in the following year, Yan Ning gave birth to a son in Guilanshan. She named him, Gu Xuan.

When Gu Xuan was one year old, an old man came to Lanshan.

The black dragon pattern gold-rimmed robe, the temperament of the whole person is becoming more and more awe-inspiring. His eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed on a handsome face, revealing a sense of alienation. This person...... It's getting more and more like you, Ah Xuan.

When he saw Yan Ning holding the child, he smiled slightly.

"A-Ning, the Three Kingdoms have been unified, and I am here to take you down the mountain on the orders of my senior brother." He whispered, his eyes as calm as water.

"Legacy?"

"Yes. Aning ...... Marry me. He looked at her with great sincerity, without a hint of dodging.

Yan Ning was slightly stunned, and Xiao Axuan in her arms had already struggled to get off the ground. She paused for a moment before she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please go back, Yan Ning is willing to live in Guilan for the rest of her life and guard the tomb." ”

Xiao Rin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Senior brother has already paved all the roads for you, otherwise how do you think my queen is beautiful?" Do you want him to die under the nine springs? ”

Yan Ning's body was shocked, and he turned to look at him with a shocked face, his lips trembling slightly: "You...... What did you say? ”

"At the same time...... I also promised him that he would only treat you as a sister-in-law and protect you in this life. I will do my best to give you and Ah Xuan the best possible care. In this life, we only have the name of husband and wife, and we will never have the reality of husband and wife. His words grew bitter and bitter, and he let out a long sigh before finally smiling bitterly.

Yan Ning took a breath, tears streaming down her face.

In the first year of Dawu, Emperor Chenghui named Yan Ning, a mortal woman, as Empress Fuya, and was very fond of her, and even never accepted a concubine during the ten years of Empress Fuya's lifetime. Since then, this love history has been passed down to the people and cited as a good story.

In the tenth year of Dawu, Empress Fuya died, and the whole country was granted amnesty.

In the same year, Emperor Chenghui and Empress Fuya's only son-in-law, Xiao Xuan, King of Annan, was crowned the crown prince.

In the fifteenth year of Dawu, the crown prince was in power, and Emperor Chenghui retired to the court to travel around the world, no longer caring about world affairs.

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"Lady Goddess...... Wake up! Wake up! ”

There was always a soft, ethereal voice in my ears, but ...... The heavy eyelids seemed to be unable to lift no matter how much they moved.

"Adults wake up......"

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I was greeted by a leisurely blue sky and white clouds. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked the woman next to her in disbelief, "I...... How is this? ”

The woman smiled: "Today is the day when the goddess and the emperor of Nanyang discuss marriage, the maid just went back to get a cloak, and when she came back, the goddess took a nap on this bluestone." ”

She nodded a little stunned, her face ugly.

"Really?"

The woman sensed that something was wrong and said worriedly, "Goddess? What's wrong? How can you be so pale? ”

She barely smiled and looked up at her. However, the moment he saw her, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Green ...... Qingluan ......"

The fairy maid in Tsing Yi pursed her lips and smiled: "The maid is Qingluan, what's wrong with the goddess?" The way she pursed her lips and the curvature of her smile were exactly the same as back then.

"Goddess, the Donghua bell has been ringing many times, we have to leave quickly......" She looked up at the distance, a little anxious.

She suddenly stepped forward and hugged her. Crying loudly: "Qingqing, it's okay...... You're alive. ”

Qingluan was caught off guard, so she had to touch her back and comfort: "The goddess is dreaming? It's okay, the dreams are all fake......"

Are they all fake? Are they all fake?

Those soft words are warm, those lingering and compassionate, those tears are falling, and those are displaced...... Is it just a big dream and three lives?

Raise your eyes...... The sunlight was thin, shining on her eyebrows and eyes like a world away.

"Qingluan? Do you know Xuanyin? ”

Qingluan shook her head strangely, draped her cloak over her body, and fastened her shoulder straps. "Youzi has never heard the name Xuanyin?"

He ...... He is a wisteria in the Hundred Gardens, who has cultivated to perfection? Didn't you? She anxiously recalled everything related to the past, eager to prove that it was not just a dream, but a living existence.

Qingluan thought carefully and said, "Goddess, have you forgotten? The queen of heaven has never liked these vines, when did there ever be wisteria in the garden? Not to mention cultivating to perfection. Let's go, let's go, if you don't go again, the queen of heaven should be in a hurry. Emperor Nanyang has stayed in the Wufu Sea all the year round, and his cultivation power is unfathomable, and he can be called the first person in the heavenly realm. In order to say goodbye to you this time, I don't know how many lips and tongues the queen has wasted? ”

She pulled her and ran towards the Donghua Temple. Along the way, stumbling.

If it's a dream, can you never wake up? If you can, what's wrong with living in the unreal all the time? Her life, in the final analysis, was just a mirror, to the point where there was no trace.

The sorrow in her heart surged into her heart like a tide, and when she went to the temple in a hazy way, she actually fell with one foot.

She heard the voice of the queen mother and explained embarrassedly: "Emperor, my family is too ...... to float."

A warm voice sounded in my ears: "It's okay, I've seen it." ”

She suddenly stiffened.

Then he slowly raised his head, and a handsome and clear face came into view, and his eyebrows and eyes were still eternal ice and snow. Those eyes melted the ice and snow at the moment when they looked at her, and the spring blossomed.

(To be continued.) )