Jing Yuzhao felt that Gu Jue had lost his breath, and he disappeared from this world. He will never smile at himself again, never talk to himself again, never warm himself again. Jing Yuzhao felt that the tears of his two lives were about to end, and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

"Ah Jue, Ah Jue, I want to hide you, hide in a place where only I know." Jing Yuzhao was not going to hold a funeral for Gu Jue, because Gu Jue never left her.

Jing Yuzhao hugged Gu Jue closely, humming a song while recalling their bits and pieces. A lot of memories, but it's too short, Jing Yuzhao wants more.

In the past, Jing Yuzhao didn't understand the feeling of watching others die or live for love, but now, he tasted it. It's painful, like a suffocating feeling.

In the distance, the white wind with a green leaf blowing a melodious tune again,

On the high mountain, dandelions fly, and the person holding the sword suddenly looks back, smiles slightly, and captivates the country and the city. smiled and shocked Jing Yuzhao's life, so that she will always remember it.

Jing Yuzhao saw his dress flying in a trance, running towards the top of the mountain, trying to catch the immortal-like jade man. Close, close, almost grabbed, Jing Yuzhao's hand touched his tumbling clothes.

"Ah Jue, take me away."

"No, Yuzhao, complete your mission, come to me again, I'll wait for you." Gu Jue threw the long sword and jumped into the abyss with his arms outstretched.

"Gu Jue." Jing Yuzhao shouted and lost consciousness.

There are encounters, but there are also partings.

It was a sad night, and Gu Jue left forever.

Xiao Mo, Bai Rufeng, Han Yue, and Zixuan came to the two of them and didn't know what to do. Your Majesty will definitely see the pavilion master when he wakes up, but on such a hot day, the pavilion master can't let it go like this.

Hanyue took out a bead. "Jingyan painting was obtained from the treasures left by Emperor Pingxuan to King Jiangling."

"Pearl of the Night?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Yes, the legendary Pearl of the Night." Hanyue is not sure if His Majesty will use it.

"I don't think so." Zixuan said. "Your Majesty dug a tomb under this sea of flowers, and said that he would cremate the imperial husband. Her meaning is probably to dissipate into this world, to be free. His Majesty also said that he would not enter the imperial mausoleum in the future and would not leave a corpse. ”

"What then?" Xiao Mo asked.

"A picture scroll of the two of them was painted by the imperial husband himself." Zixuan brought the scroll with her when she saw His Majesty leaving the palace.

Zixuan and Hanyue took Jing Yuzhao away, and Xiao Mo and Bai Rufeng took Gu Jue's body away.

The next day, after Jing Yuzhao woke up, the calm commander rolled the painting into Tibet, and cremated Gu Jue with his own hands. At night, the ashes of Jing Yuzhao and Gu Jue disappeared, and even the people who had been guarding Jing Yuzhao in Zixuan Hanyue did not notice that His Majesty had disappeared.

Several people hurriedly got up and checked around, and found that Jing Yuzhao had left alone. Without bringing a single person and without any warning, Jing Yuzhao disappeared so suddenly, without a trace.

Han Yue hurriedly returned to Beijing to find Han Yao, and then learned that Jing Yuzhao had not returned to the capital at all. Xiao Mo and Bai Rufeng asked the people in the rivers and lakes to look for them, but they didn't find them. A bunch of people are in a hurry.

In the medicine valley, Zheng Yunge received the flying pigeon passenger. The letter slipped and flew away with the wind, and Zheng Yunge's tears flowed. Pavilion Master, he's dead. Zheng Yunge covered his chest, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Burning Ge, who was walking towards Zheng Yunge, saw it and hurriedly ran over. "Yunge, what's wrong with you?"

"Burning Song, Gu Jue is dead." Obviously, he already knew the answer, but he still couldn't accept it.

"Yes, you'll leave me too." Burning Ge gently wiped the blood from the corner of Zheng Yunge's mouth and fed a pill to Zheng Yunge. "If you die, this medicine valley will no longer exist."

"No, and you."

Burning Song shook his head, he wouldn't live alone.

Jing Yuzhao disappeared for five or six days, and everyone was crazy looking for her, but no one could be found.

I don't know when it started to rain. On the back hill of the Big Buddha Temple, Master Yuantong walked to the motionless woman sitting on the ground with an oil-paper umbrella.

Jing Yuzhao looked up and saw the fan above his head. "Master, do you say that people have a past life and this life?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't know." Yuantong can't see through it.

"Master, did you say that Gu Jue knew that I was missing him?" Jing Yuzhao wanted to know.

"If he is conscious, he must be thinking about His Majesty. He loves you more than he loves himself. ”

"You are a monk, don't you don't know how to love?" Jing Yuzhao felt that Yuantong was very strange.

"The poor monk really doesn't know love, but he has seen a lot of true feelings in the world." Master Yuantong handed the scroll to Jing Yuzhao. "Master Gu asked the poor monk to hand it over to His Majesty after his death."

Jing Yuzhao unfolded the scroll and saw Gu Jue in life. On the top of the mountain, a beautiful woman stands near the abyss, leaving the world independent.

The white jade crown, like waterfall ink hair, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, is peerless. Elegant as a chrysanthemum, cold as a lotus, with a hint of sharpness between his eyebrows, and a touch of sadness in his eyes, he is really the most beautiful man in the world. Jing Yuzhao's tears welled up again.

Gu Jue, Gu Jue, you won, I, Jing Yuzhao, have entered your game in this life, and I can't get out of your game.

If you want love, you need a dim sum machine. If you don't play tricks, how can you enter her heart, how can you steal her heart, and how can you be unique in her heart?

Maybe it's not love at first sight, but little by little you will increase your position in her heart, and one day, she will look at you deeply.

Gu Jue has no regrets, it's time to go. Forgive me for being selfish, Yuzhao.

The man in the painting seemed to be looking at Jing Yuzhao and smiled.

Jing Yuzhao closed the scroll and stopped his tears. "Master, do you have something you want to tell me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you still have a lot to do." Master Yuantong hoped that Jing Yuzhao would hurry up and go back to business.

"I know. Prince An is dead, but the old ministry of the king has not been found, and I felt that the old ministry of the king did not exist at all. "I thought I was there in Forget Chen, but it didn't turn out, and I thought I was in Tingmei, but it still wasn't there. Later, I thought that it was from the movie lord An Wangye, but there was still no gain, Jing Yuzhao really believed that that thing did not exist. But she is suspicious and always feels that things are not simple.

"So Your Majesty should go back to Beijing as soon as possible to deal with government affairs." Master Yuantong felt that he was going to become an old mother, and he was worried all day long.

"Master, you calculate for me, whose hands is this old ministry of the king?" Jing Yuzhao wanted to know.

"Your Majesty needs to check this." Master Yuantong was speechless, this kind of thing can't be calculated.

"I thought that person must be an unexpected person. Maybe it's a person who isn't very successful, maybe it's a woman, maybe she's showing a lot of uselessness. But Jing Yuzhao couldn't figure out when this person was going to wait until the old department of the king was in control.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty should go down the mountain early, the poor monk informed the cold moon girl."