The woman, or Qing Xiaoli, took out an emerald green bead from her arms: "I know that you are the Qing Emperor, Sister Luoyang once said that there is still the Qing Emperor in charge of the hundred flowers above the Flower Emperor, and there is Xiao Jiu's soul and soul in this, it is he who keeps my last trace of true spirit immortal, Qing Emperor, can I beg you to send Xiao Jiu to reincarnation." ”

"What about you?" asked the Blue Emperor.

"Even the Blue Emperor, you can't save me. Qing Xiaoli chuckled and put the pot of peony she was holding under the peach tree: "If Emperor Qing can meet Xu Nanqin one day, give him this pot of peony, always give him a hope......

After being silent for a long time, Emperor Qing nodded and took the beads: "After listening to your story, I will naturally pay you, I will send this friendly kitten to reincarnation, you can rest assured...... Let's go. ”

"Thank you, Emperor Qing. Qing Xiao bowed to Yingying, and the body that was already illusory and couldn't see clearly dissipated in the wind, and a little fluorescence flew away with the wind, and at this moment, the pot of peony that was just budding to be released quietly bloomed, the petals like blood and the stamens like white jade.

On this day, it was already late autumn, but the peonies, which only bloomed in May, bloomed one after another, and withered in an instant......

Emperor Qing looked up and watched the fluorescence that Qing Xiaoli turned into slowly fade, the sun slowly rose, the golden sunlight was warm to the bones, where Qing Xiaoli was originally standing, a pot of red flowers and white stamens of peony was still blooming, this is the last trace of Qing Xiaoli's existence in the world.

The smoke curled up, and the people who listened to the story came one after another, and the Qingdi touched the withered trunk of the peach tree, sat down at the back of the table, and gently dropped the ruler in his hand on the table: "What I want to talk about today is that the peony fairy Qing Xiaoli." ”

At the end of the story, the Qingdi looked at the leisurely blue sky and said softly: "Maybe many years later, someone will meet a young man who is wandering all over the world with a blood-colored peony, and he will ask you, have you ever seen my red medicine......"

Acacia has been a thousand years/A red medicine/Born by the bridge/Who holds the glass-colored lamp/Like a flash in the pan

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