Emperor Yong'an died, and the whole country mourned.

Many people hung up white lanterns and wept with their sleeves covered.

When Jinglin arrived in the capital, the funeral was completed. Jing Lin walked into the palace step by step, and then saw Han Yue waiting for him.

"Lord, I'll take you to worship."

"Okay." He still has a lot to say to Yuzhao.

Hanyue took the bearded Jinglin to the back mountain of the Big Buddha Temple.

"Your Majesty's ashes were sprinkled into the air here by Master Yuantong, and there is a well-dressed mound over there, you can go."

"Why don't you go to the Imperial Mausoleum?" Jing Lin asked.

"Your Majesty said that she doesn't like dark places, it's too scary, she wants to be free and go with the wind." Hanyue handed a box to Jinglin. "Your Majesty left it to you."

Jinglin opened the box with tears in his eyes, and it was full of hairpins given by himself. There are twelve in total, no more, no less. Jing Lin walked to the mound and knelt on the ground, crying silently.

"Yuzhao, Yuzhao, why don't you wait for me to come back and see you." Jinglin lay on the ground and was sad. "Yuzhao, I think you must still be the same as before, so beautiful, it has shocked my life, so that I can't escape from your situation in this life."

Jinglin dug up the ground and buried the box inside. "Yuzhao, I love you, I only love you in this life. I don't need you to be sorry, I don't regret falling in love with you. "Glory, he doesn't need it anymore. Yuzhao is right, he should live for himself.

Jing Lin drew his long sword and placed it across his neck.

"Amitabha, the poor monk lacks a disciple, I don't know what the prince wants?" It wasn't when Master Yuantong stood behind Jing Lin.

Jing Lin turned around and saw Master Yuantong with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but gray temples. "Master, Yuzhao, is she really gone?"

"Yes, but His Majesty doesn't want you to do that." Master Yuantong walked to Jing Lin's side and took down the long sword. "The poor monk's time is running out, and he wants to find a disciple, I don't know if the prince is willing?"

"Master, I don't have a love for the world anymore." Jinglin has been so tired for so many years, and no day is really happy.

"Amitabha, a monk, jumped out of the world, and there will never be a person like Jinglin from now on. His Majesty once told the poor monk before his death that he wanted to keep the life of the prince. Master Yuantong walked to the tomb and picked a flower and put it in front of the tomb. Here, you can guard her, all the time. ”

Jing Lin knelt in front of the tomb and asked bitterly, "Yuzhao, is this the path you chose for me?" ”

But no one responds to him, and if he dies, he is dead, and he only remains in memory.

"Master, I promise."

Master Yuantong breathed a sigh of relief. "Then find a day to shave."

A few days later, the enthronement ceremony was held, and the seventh emperor of Tianqing, Jing Nianfan, was named Longsheng, and was known as Emperor Longsheng.

Emperor Longsheng's first edict on the throne was to reward the King of Jin, and at the same time recall Jing Ye to inherit the Jin Palace.

On the high mountain, the bell rang, and Master Yuantong in the Big Buddha Temple was about to accept the closed disciples. This person is also the king of Jin in Tianqing and a hussar general.

In the main hall, Jing Lin knelt on the futon with his hair scattered, and Master Yuantong stood behind him.

At the gate, a woman appeared.

"Jinglin." Stygian stood in the doorway, looking straight at the man inside. The passage of time has not changed his appearance, only his eyes are full of sadness.

"Stygian flower, why are you here?" Jing Lin asked.

"Come and see you one last time." From now on, you are an outsider, I am a person in the rivers and lakes, and I will throw away all those thoughts.

"Amitabha." Jing Lin made a Buddhist salute to the dark flower.

Jing Lin turned around and said softly, "Master, let's start." ”

Master Yuantong picked up the green silk and cut it down. The green silk fell to the ground, a tear of the Stygian Flower fell, and the Stygian Flower turned around and walked away.

"There are many troubles in life, and you have to jump out of the red dust, and the four are empty. You are sincere, loyal, and affectionate, so you might as well call it incomprehensible. "A complex that can't be untied, and a complex that doesn't need to be untied.

"Thank you, master." From now on, there is no more Jinglin, only no solution. The love and hate of the past, don't forget, just let go.

On the Chaoyang Palace, Jing Nianfan seemed to hear the bell.

He did something ungentlemanly and quietly read his mother's letter to Jinglin. Now, he thought, was the best ending. He will not use a killer against the Jin Palace, and it is difficult for the Jin Mansion to reproduce the glory of Jing Lin when he was there.

The land of the world is the land of emperors, how can accidents be allowed?

Jing Nianfan still doesn't understand what Jing Yuzhao thinks, as if she has never really opened her heart to anyone. Maybe it's not that she doesn't want to say it, it's that she doesn't know what she thinks. As her son, he is always with her, but Jing Nianfan knows that he doesn't understand her, but she understands herself better.

Jing Nianfan went to the Imperial Garden, and a moment later, Hua Shenjun walked towards him.

Jing Yuzhao once owed Hua Shenjun a promise, and Hua Shenjun had already used it, but the content of this promise could not be known to Jing Nianfan.

Hua Shenjun walked to Jing Nianfan's side and said, "Today, someone proposed that Your Majesty should get married. "The candidate for the crown princess should have been decided a long time ago, but Emperor Yong'an has not been decided, resulting in His Majesty ascending the throne and not marrying a wife yet. Now, you don't need to choose the crown princess, just choose the queen directly.

"yes, it's time for me to get married." Jing Nianfan looked at Hua Shenjun and said solemnly, "Mr. promised me that he would never leave me, and I would get married." ”

Hua Shenjun chuckled, at this moment, Jing Nianfan's heart set off a huge wave, only this person could stir his heart so uneasy.

"Okay." Hua Shenjun slowly spit out a word.

Jing Nianfan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned red and he said solemnly, "The agreement will not change." ”

Hua Shenjun nodded, then turned to leave. Hua Shenjun remembered the situation when he went to find Jing Yuzhao that day.

That day, Jing Yuzhao said to him, "Use that promise, otherwise you won't have a chance in the future." ”

Hua Shenjun asked at that time, "Your Majesty, what do you think will happen to me and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" ”

Jing Yuzhao let out a low laugh. "There are many kinds of love, choose the one that is good for you. Actually, companionship is the most important thing. Life is very lonely, especially in the soul. I give you a chance to regret it later, and after that, you can do what you want. ”

Now, Hua Shenjun has done what he thinks.

Flowers are all over the world, you have a glance, and half a life is ups and downs.

Maybe it should be: flowers are all over the world, you have a look, and your life is up and down.

Many years later, Jing Nianfan handed over the Tianfeng Pavilion to Jing Ying, who was exactly the same as Jing Yuzhao. The county lord of Chang'an doesn't love the capital and loves the rivers and lakes, and he runs outside all day long, and he is very free. Once, Jingying went to the Big Buddha Temple to meet Master Wujie. He stared at himself for a long time, then let himself leave with a nonchalant smile.

At the moment of closing the door, Jing Ying seemed to hear a choked voice. She thought that Uncle Jinglin really loved Emperor Yong'an, and she also wanted to find someone who loved her like this.

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