Chapter Seventy-Five: The Oath of Three Lives
His eyebrows are no longer cold, his eyes are gentle, gently caressing the three thousand green silks of people, and his heart is as clear as a mirror. Wanyu raised her eyebrows rarely. It seemed that the sun was warmer today, and he felt less cold.
With the first bloom of the first plum, the gorgeous crimson is frozen in the snow, and her azure robe today is painted with emerald bamboo patterns, which seems to be unintentionally outlined, casual and free, just as her unrestrained temperament, full of green.
He chuckled, "Where do you want to go today?" And I have relied on you. β
Wanyu stared for a moment, and suddenly thought of a quiet place, where the sound of the piano was melodious and the plum fragrance was fragrant. The red and white are scattered, and there is a small glazed courtyard in it, which is fresh and elegant. The room is furnished with drapes and curtains, jade glass, and a pair of three-life cups.
This three-life cup is exquisitely clear, the drinker can see his heart, this wine is like a heart, and she knows that she has found it here by chance with an old man. I made an appointment to enjoy the snow every year during the plum season, but some people made an appointment, and some people still remembered.
Sadness crept into his heart, hurting in his eyes, he thought that she liked her very much to be with her, but he was at a loss, he had never seen such miserable eyes, Su Qi felt panic for a moment.
He clasped her hand and asked with a worried look. I didn't know how to speak, just shook my head slightly. Said slowly, "If you don't like me, I'll take you somewhere else, okay?" β
"I love it here." Her smile suddenly bloomed, like a smile that all things were revived, leaving traces in his heart. He seemed to have touched happiness, but it was so unreal.
"It's good to like it, how did you know that there was such a place here?" He sat down at the table with his clothes on the table, looking at the surrounding glass, elegant and not losing its brilliance, and the design was also ingenious, so he must have put a lot of thought into it.
"I traveled to Hongchen in my early years and came across this place by chance. You can't see the scenery anywhere else. β
She said this. But he remembered that when she and Si Chen first came, the joy in his eyes was even better than today.
"Ah, you see, how good it is here, I don't know whose ingenuity, the glass is like a dream, reflecting thousands of stars, even in the daytime, you can see the disillusionment of the stars. I like the stars, although I don't know when they will pass, but that clear body will remain in the dark night. β
She glanced at the courtyard at that time, and it was the winter snow that had not disappeared, and the plum blossom branches trembled. I just felt that I was in a fairyland, not like the scenery of the world, and she also loved this place. Talk to him at night in the snow, fold plum and drink notes.
Glancing at Su Qi on her side, she took out a small box, lying on two glass cups, which seemed to be facing each other, and there were shallow small characters at the bottom of the cups, but they couldn't really see it.
Wanyu handed one of them to Su Qi, "If you silently remember the person you miss the most in your heart, this cup will be amber, and the jade liquid in the bottle will be brewed as you like, do you want to try it?" β
"So interesting?" He looked at the glass cup in his hand with great interest, the bottom of the cup was in the shape of a plum blossom, and the body of the cup was engraved with an elk and a bright moon. The pattern of the two cups is exactly opposite each other, making up the person who misses. It's ingenious.
The body of the cup is not regular, but has a certain arc, like a person's side face, and the beautiful lines fall, I don't know whose ingenuity.
Her statement apparently caught his attention. He held the cup in his right hand, his eyes closed and pondered, his mind was full of her shadow, the first time if he left, then cold as frost, and then sincere as he treated. Every time she appears, she will amaze him, and her calmness, persistence, and meticulousness make him sincerely admire.
Just thinking about it, the cup slowly took on an amber color, the jade liquid in the bottle was pink, and the words "Three Lives Oath" slowly emerged.
Her eyes were also surprised, "Three life vows, how could it be?" She suddenly thought of the ancient legend, if the most loved person wants to drink the cup of three lives, there will be three lives vows, three lives and three lives, until death.
She met his gaze, and when she saw that the man looked bad, she simply sat down and explained.
Once upon a time, there was a legend in the heavenly realm.
said that the fairy Qingji of the heavenly realm went down to earth and fell in love with a scholar. The scholar was bent on seeking fame, but he was reluctant to keep Yao Ji alone, and left a letter before leaving, saying that if he was successful, he would carry her through the ten-mile long pavilion to marry her.
That Qingji looked forward to it day by day, and after a few autumns of wind, the fallen flowers in front of the court were piled up again.
"Girl, has your husband ever returned?"
"No, I didn't." She looked at the barren courtyard in disappointment, and her heart was full of desolation. It seems that the scab is no longer painful. She wept again and again in the dark, but she couldn't wait for any news from him.
Have you forgotten? I'm still waiting for you.
She heard someone say that a cup is a lifetime, if she can make a unique three-life cup in this world, then she can see through his sincerity.
The human heart can deceive, but the three-life cup does not lie.
She spent almost all her blood and bones, overdrew her spiritual power, used the yellow spring water as a guide, and used the awakening spirit bead to cast the Sansheng Cup.
A year later, she took the three-life cup next to each other and set out on the road to find him.
Have you ever seen the scholar who rushed to take the exam ten years ago, his name is Qi Yuan.
It's a pity that no one has seen it, and no one even remembers that there is such a person, when the gate of the capital opens, she glimpses the champion of the dynasty, not him.
Yuanlang, you once said that you want to become famous, now that the mountains and rivers are big, where should I find you? They said you lost it, but I didn't believe it, you were so talented and loved me so much, how could you leave me alone.
Late at night, she fell asleep with tears in her eyes, and caught a glimpse of the man coming towards her, gently caressing her cheek, his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting her.
"Qing Ji, I owe you, I owe you, I will pay it back in the next life."
Suddenly the cup turned amber, and he saw her eyebrows in the cup, just as he had seen it at first sight, and he reached out to touch it, and suddenly a drop of blood and tears crossed his fingertips, and fell into the cup and disappeared in an instant.
"Fuchiro, is that you?" She suddenly woke up from her dream, groping for his shadow, but she knew that he was at her side, and it seemed that there was a breath guarding her all along.
He spoke slowly, "Qingji, it's me who is sorry for you, I am bent on chasing fame and fortune and strayed into a trap and died in a foreign land, leaving you alone." I have been to see you, but unfortunately you and I will never see each other. β
Qing Ji was already in tears, "Then I will accompany you, this life, this life, eternal life and eternity." β
"Kiyohime, you want to live, with my thoughts." But it was too late. She has already damaged her divine veins and destroyed her divine element. She has only one thought in her heart, to be with him, never to be separated, whether it is in the world or in the underworld, she has nothing to fear.
The snow fell, and she fell in the snow like that, he couldn't touch her, and he couldn't go to someone to rescue her, and watched her blood flow little by little, like a pinprick in pain, and she walked out of her body. Look at him fixedly.
"You leave me alone, you can't leave me a second time."
"Did you know? What will be the consequences for you? The scholar was helpless, distressed and angry.
"I don't care, I just want you."
Her blood flowed into the Sansheng Cup, mixed with his blood, and the jade liquid in the cup suddenly turned pink, and the mouth of the cup slowly appeared, "Sansheng Oath." β
"You see, you have me, I have you, and we will never be separated again."
Wanyu seemed to use all her strength to tell, "At the end of the story, after the third life, Qingji was rescued, forgetting the past, three thousand white hairs. And the scholar stayed in Lethe forever, ferrying every day, looking at a certain direction in the heavenly realm in a daze. There was a man in his heart, though he never mentioned it. But unforgettable. β
Su Qi was shocked in his heart, such a poignant legend, he thought it was just an illusion, but today's three-life cup in his hand, the sweetness of the pink elixir in the mouth, is the only thing he has seen in his life.
He promised Wanyu, "Ayu, I will protect you well, and I will not let you be displaced, nor will I let you have gray hair." We have to go through many, many lives together, and three lives and three lives are far from enough. β
His serious appearance was so cute, and she thought about it, so she pinched the man's face, which was soft and comfortable.
"Hey, I'm talking to you about business?"
"Ah, what's the matter?" Someone who was obsessed with pinching his face and couldn't extricate himself said it unconsciously.
Su Qi was suddenly very helpless, and seemed to be a little naΓ―ve when he came into contact, I don't know if it was an illusion. He turned his head and looked at her seriously, and said word by word, "I said, I will not live up to this life, I will not live up to it in the next life, and I will not live up to it in all my lives." β
"I won't fail you either, never."
She thought of the days of the Heavenly Palace, she didn't want to be afraid of him, she just wanted to cherish him until the end of the years, as long as he was still there. She will accompany him without hesitation. Nothing else matters, as long as it's him, everything is fine.
He hugged her arm and added some strength, and she hugged Su Qi back, humming softly.
"Why don't we stay here for a few days and then go back." Su Qi said suddenly.
"Okay, but will it be okay?" She thought that there was another knot in his heart, and this knot was not something she could untie, and her brow furrowed again.
"Don't worry, I'm in control."
The sunlight sparsely sprinkled in through the bamboo forest, gentle and not like words, the plum seemed to be shy, some of the branches were lowered, and the snow was still shining brightly. The glass reflects the seven colors of the sun, which is peaceful and beautiful. If she could, she would like to live in the dust for the rest of her life, she meditated in her heart. The man next to him was already asleep.
"Qingchen, are you okay?" Tianheng looked at him who was almost unstable in the clouds, full of worry, he would never be so discolored, but when he met Wanyu, he could no longer raise his senses.
"They, together?" He choked up and asked, his deliberately suppressed voice could not hide the hoarseness of his voice, he only felt that his heart was very heavy, and it seemed that his body was also weak and could not lift his strength.
He no longer looked at the two people below, and went back to Qingchen Residence, sealing himself in the wine room, and did not take a step for three days.
Drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking The wine grew cloudier, and he smiled bleakly.
"Without you, am I going to lose even my wine?"
He spent three days and nights brewing a jar of wine, called the old dream, it seems that his life is suddenly like a dream, the old things are empty in an instant, whether it is love or hate, after all, the dust returns to dust, the earth returns to the earth, how can it be reluctant? Maybe he should let go, but the sweetness of the entrance was too strong, he sneered, he still couldn't let it go, how to give it up?
There are thousands of fools in the world, and he stands on the red dust, and he will inevitably be trapped for one person.