With tears in his eyes and a smile, he said in a coquettish voice: "Brother Song, it's good for you to wake up!" If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing! ”

Song Qi raised his hazy eyes, looked at this, looked at that, and was still wondering in his heart, was this a dream or a wake-up? He asked hoarsely, "What about Mingyu?" Why didn't you see Mingyu? ”

Hearing Song Qi ask about Mingyu, his eyebrows drooped, a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, and then tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell is going on? Where is Mingyu? Song Qihuo sat up from the ground and asked impatiently.

Raised eyebrows hesitated for a long time, and glanced at Concubine Yan, who nodded slightly, so she choked her voice and said: "Miss wiped her neck in front of Jin Zhenglei in order to save you!" As he spoke, he covered his face with his hands and began to sob.

When Song Qi heard this, his heart was like a knife, tears came out of his eyes, and while patting the ground with his hand, he asked with a blur of tears: "Why?" Why is that? Why did you ask her to do this? Is my life more important than hers? Mingyu is dead, what's the point of me living! As he spoke, he got up from the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword on Mao Yong's waist, and wiped it on his neck.

The others also hurriedly caught Song Qi and made him unable to move.

Feng Dan snatched the sword from Song Qi's hand, threw it on the ground next to him, and shouted at him: "Song Qi, if you kill yourself, you will waste Miss's hard work for you!" ”

"Painstaking? What kind of painstaking is this? Do you want to leave me alone here to suffer? What is my life worth? Mingyu did this for me, is it worth it? Why don't you dissuade her! It's a bunch of stupid guys, a bunch of idiots, a bunch of trash! Song Qi broke away from everyone's hands while crying and scolding his mother.

The crowd bowed their heads and said nothing, letting him spill and scolding him. What they are afraid of is that he will not scold, if Song Qi holds all the grievances and resentment in his heart, it will be terrible.

Song Qi scolded a few words fiercely, and when he saw that no one paid attention to him, he stopped scolding, only to see his legs bent, plop, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing a few times to the void, and crying sadly: "Mingyu, I swear to your spirit in the sky, I will kill Kim Zhenglei to avenge you!" ”

And they all bowed and kowtowed.

Song Qi turned his head to the eyebrows and asked, "Do you have any relics of Mingyu here?" ”

"Yes, and some young lady's clothes and jewelry." He replied with tears in his eyes.

"Bring it." Song Qi said indifferently.

He turned around and took out Mingyu's clothes and jewelry from the bag hanging on the back of a tall white horse, and handed them to Song Qi with both hands.

Song Qi hugged these clothes, buried his head deep in them, sniffed and kissed, as if those clothes were his dearest and beloved Mingyu himself. Although these clothes still have the breath of Mingyu, Mingyu is no longer there. His heart was bleeding at the moment.

He held his clothes motionless, petrified into a statue.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, suddenly stood up, held his clothes tightly in his hands, and walked towards the high slope.

He stopped under a tree on a high slope, carefully wiped a stone beside the tree, and then carefully placed his clothes on the stone.

Song Qi knelt on the ground, his upper body prostrate on the ground, his hands spread out and his five claws, like a shovel, he kept digging the dirt on the ground to the side.

When they saw this, they understood, but no one spoke, but they looked at each other, and each of them came to help with his sword and sword.

"Get out of here!" Song Qi shouted at them and threw the dug earth on them.

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to advance or not, wanting to retreat or not, and they all looked at each other. His eyebrows were also clouded, and he looked at Song Qi and shook his head and sighed.

Song Qi frantically dug the dirt, and the dirt that was dug out of the pit was sprinkled behind him, leaving his head and face all over the mud, and he was embarrassed. His fingers also gouged out blood, and he still unconsciously and frantically gouged up, faster and faster, more and more happy, several large mounds appeared next to him, and the pit in front of him became bigger and bigger, enough for a person to stretch out and lie down.

Suddenly, Song Qi fell into the pit, lying straight in the pit he had dug himself, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, tilted his head to Mao Yong and the others, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Why don't you do it quickly, bury me and Mingyu here! ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one squeaks, no one moves.

"You're not going to do it, are you? Okay, I'll do it myself! Song Qi used both hands and feet to pick up the soil next to the pit and put it on himself. Soon his body was covered with a thin layer of dirt.

He came to the edge of the pit step by step, kicked a pile of dirt into the pit with his foot, and then squatted down and looked down at Song Qi, who had only one head exposed outside the dirt, and said coquettishly: "Song Qi, don't you want to die?" If you want to die, we will never stop you! But you die, who avenges Miss! What about the oath you just made to Miss's Heavenly Spirit? Was it blown away by the wind so quickly? ”

Song Qi listened to the words of the eyebrows, closed his eyes sadly, and two lines of painful and aggrieved tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He lay silently in the pit for a quarter of an hour with his eyes closed, as if making a difficult decision.

After a while, he got up on his own without a sound, reached out and took Mingyu's clothes from the stone, carefully placed them in the pit, and then picked up the dirt with both hands and gently covered it over the clothes.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that Song Qi had come to their senses, and they also came to help, and everyone silently held the soil together and piled it into the pit.

Song Qi did not stop it, but quietly and solemnly piled up the soil as always.

Soon a new mound appeared in front of them.

Song Qi ran to the forest next to him and cut down a piece of wood, split it with a sword, scraped it flat, and then carved a few words on it: The tomb of his beloved wife Mingyu. Then he erected the stele in front of the mound.

Song Qi knelt on the ground in front of the mound in a daze, dazed, and scenes of the past came to mind.

On the beach of Huanglongling, when he first saw Mingyu, she was so bright and moving, pure and lovely, like a fairy descending to earth.

At the Dream Island Riding Ground, it was the first time I saw Mingyu riding a horse, and her movements were so graceful and chic, like a flying fairy on horseback.

At the top of Dream Island Mountain, they opened their hearts to each other and told each other their secrets, and since then they have understood each other.

On the day of bidding farewell to Ling Xue, the love floating in the air at that time was considered to have fallen to the ground, and they kissed each other for the first time, kissing each other, her kiss was so sweet, so fragrant, so emotional. Song Qi will never forget!

Thinking of Mingyu's kindness to him, thinking of Mingyu's love for him, and thinking of Mingyu's infinite dedication to him, at this moment, Mingyu's incense is far away, and the fragrance is faint. Song Qi couldn't help but feel like a knife, tears came out of his eyes again, flowing down his cheeks, wetting his clothes, and the tears mixed with the dirt on his body, making his appearance even more embarrassed, looking like a zombie who had just been resurrected from the ground.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted, "God, why did you take Mingyu away? Why are you leaving me here alone? You're so unfair! You're so short-sighted! ”

He scratched the ground with his fingers, and while he wrote on the ground, he cried in a long song:

Through the millennium,

Just to see you look back.

Unchanging feelings,

Endless Love,

Carved on the head of the three-life stone.

The days are not old,

The sea is dry,

The fragrance is faint.

Where does the love go?

Where is the air dispersed?

Don't make me cry alone!

May it go with the wind,

Looking for your trace,

Renew those ten thousand tenderness!

After weeping for a long time, Song Qi cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken, and his tears dried up, and the tears and mud left a few mud marks on his face.

After crying, he kowtowed to Mingyu's grave a few more times, knocking his forehead full of dirt, and he confided to the small mound in front of him: "Mingyu, your underground spirit must wait for me!" I will definitely kill Kim Jong-lei with my own hands and avenge you. When I avenge you, I will go down to the ground to find you, and we will be husband and wife in the next life! ”

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and his words were blown in the air, and they were carried to the mountains, to the horizons, to the capes, to every corner between heaven and earth... (To be continued.) )