Xue Lingyun's obsession condensed into Yiling, repeating her previous story, from a little palace maid to the imperial concubine to death, everything she experienced. Yiling has no joy or sorrow, which is why she looks extraordinarily cold.

When a person is unlucky, weak in qi and body, especially when he is close to death, he can see some otherworldly things. At this time, it is what people call hell.

Since Xue Lingyun died, Xuanyuan Yixin moved to live in her dormitory. And that night he gave the queen to death. For the crime of rebellion, the queen's nine clans were punished.

"No, I want to see the emperor, he can't do this to me." The queen cried and cried, completely losing her former dignified appearance. Gao Changde walked in front of the queen with a tray, and inside was white silk, wine, and daggers.

"Please let the queen on your way." Gao Changde looked at the queen calmly.

"No, why did the emperor kill me, he had to give me a reason." The queen calmed down for a moment and looked at the things in Gao Changde's hand. She never imagined that the usual method of killing people in the palace would happen to her one day. She suddenly remembered the curse that Wang Meiren had cursed her before she died.

"A vicious woman like you will never be favored by the emperor. You're going to end up with me. I'm waiting for you on Huangquan Road, hahaha. After she finished speaking, she hanged herself with a three-foot white silk, and the queen still vaguely remembered that her tongue was so long and long, and it was very terrifying.

"Why? If you kill the woman he loves the most, he can kill you a thousand times, ten thousand times. Gao Changde glared at the queen mercilessly. She never took them lightly.

"Please also ask the queen mother to go on the road. You think you're doing a good job of covering it up, but it's just that this shoddy method is suddenly exposed. The emperor is so smart and wise. He can know the slightest disturbance in the harem. You. Gao Changde shook his head and handed over the things in his hand.

"Why can't you ever look down at me? But I don't want to die, I really don't want to die. Seeing the queen of the former scenery end up like this, Gao Changde snorted coldly. I'm afraid I can't remember how much blood she had on her hands.

"If the queen can't be chosen, let the old slave do it for you." Gao Changde picked up the glass of wine and motioned to the little eunuch next to him to do it.

Two little eunuchs. One took the wine, and the other broke the queen's head and poured it in. The queen's eyes widened in horror and struggled. Poisoned wine was still poured down the throat. She clasped her mouth, hoping to spit it out, but it was all in vain.

Xuanyuan Yixin took care of the harem and never touched any woman since. He was a well-deserved good emperor. He named their son Xuanyuan Ling. Xuanyuan Ling was brought up by Xuanyuan Yixin. When Xuanyuan Ling turned twenty years old. Xuanyuan Yixin abdicated and became the emperor. Years of excessive worry began to cause his physical condition to deteriorate.

Xuanyuan Yixin, who was nearly fifty years old, began to worship the Buddha, but he never let go of Xue Lingyun in his heart. Wuchen looked at Xuanyuan Yixin at this time and shook his head.

"The red dust is not exhausted, how can you become a Buddha." Wuchen and Xuanyuan Yixin sat opposite each other.

"I don't want to become a Buddha, I just want the Buddha to have mercy and let me see her again in my lifetime." Xuanyuan Yixin smiled bitterly.

"Your obsessions are so deep." Wuchen shook his head helplessly.

"Have you seen her, Master?" Xuanyuan Yixin excitedly grabbed Wuchen's hand.

"She's always been here, and she's never left."

Wuchen looked at Xue Lingyun, the spirit of remembrance who was repeating life in the room, and sighed.

"I want to see her. No matter what the cost. Xuanyuan Yixin's hands were trembling.

"If you wait another five years, you'll be able to see her. If you want to see her now. Then you will live five years, and you will have only two years to live. Left and right are just images, so why be so persistent. Wuchen was very helpless, he had already guessed Xuanyuan Yixin's answer.

"Hehe, I've been suffering all these years, why not live a few fewer years." Xuanyuan Yixin's eyes were full of excitement, even if it was a shadow, he was willing to guard her and spend the rest of his life.

Wuchen extinguished the second fire on Xuanyuan Yixin's shoulder, and Xuanyuan Yixin saw Xue Lingyun as before. He stretched out his hand to Xue Lingyun, tears blurring his eyes.

"Lingyun, it turns out that you are really here all along." Xuanyuan Yixin's heart suddenly felt very sweet, she had never left herself. Wuchen walked out of the palace, and he knew that he could no longer cross him.

Since then, Xuanyuan Yixin has had a lot of time to look at Xue Lingyun. Watch her get up and make up and serve the flowers. can still hear what she said when and where, which is a great happiness for Xuanyuan Yixin.

He went to eat and sleep according to her time, he ordered people to put two pairs of dishes and chopsticks in front of him, and he could still see Xue Lingyun eating, her voice and smile.

When Xue Lingyun dresses Xuanyuan Yixin every day, he will stand over and write down the buttons of his clothes.

Everyone thought that Xuanyuan Yixin was confused, until that rainy day, the eunuch guarding the door also saw Xue Lingyun's figure. Since then, rumors of haunting have spread throughout the palace.

"Father, is my mother really here?" Xuanyuan Ling looked at his father, who looked even more pale than before, and asked.

"Really, she's always there, she's always with us, she's still the same as before, and I can still eat and sleep with him every day. She's sitting next to you right now, and it's time for her to embroider. Xuanyuan Yixin looked at the seat next to him gently. Xuanyuan Ling couldn't see anything.

"It turns out that I am also a child with a mother." Xuanyuan Ling looked at his father, and he couldn't understand what kind of emotion was between them. But as long as his father is doing well, he is willing to believe that his mother concubine really exists.

Two years later, Xuanyuan Yixin passed away quietly on a rainy night. He walked peacefully, as if he had been holding the person next to him.

Xuanyuan Ling held a grand funeral for Xuanyuan Yixin and buried him and Xue Lingyun in the same tomb. Xuanyuan Yixin's soul left his body, and he felt that he had suddenly become younger. When I looked up, I saw a flaming red flower. The flowers are blooming brilliantly and beautifully, and there is no sunlight here, just like the twilight of the world.

"Guess who I am?" A pair of cold hands covered Xuanyuan Yixin's eyes.

"Old woman." Xuanyuan Yixin spit out three words.

"How can people be old?" Xue Lingyun said dissatisfiedly, turning around to usher in a long-lost embrace. They went to Huangquan together, waiting for a new life. And the Remembrance Spirits have remained in the world forever, recording their stories. (To be continued......)