She trembled and laughed bitterly: "You have already agreed that he is reluctant, and he has laid out the move of Princess Allure early and is waiting for him to throw himself into the net, why do you need to say it so nicely?" ”

didn't force him, and clearly didn't leave him any way.

"But he entered the game willingly."

The woman didn't feel that she was at fault, and her words were soft but righteous: "He has clearly seen through every move taken by the deity from beginning to end, but who makes him reluctant to see you alone?" Whoever asks him to go out of the mountain, but you are yourself. ”

She smiled softly and reminded Yun Geci very kindly.

Yes, the one who asked the Buddha to come out of the mountain three times and twice was indeed her cloud song.

This is exactly what Zhi Ming had calculated many years ago, she had insight into Fo Leng's deep affection, and knew that he would one day re-enter the world for Yun Ge.

I have long thought about what price to let Fo Leng pay in exchange for the freedom of taking out the mountain.

Therefore, many years ago, he laid out the chess piece of Princess Allure in advance, because Zhi Ming knew that only if Yun Geci fell into a desperate situation of life and death, could he force Buddha Leng to be born.

Persistent, the heart of the heart is calculated exquisitely, not bad at all.

Sensing Yun Ge's tears, the woman sighed lightly: "Don't be sad, people, after all, there are gains and losses, such as the deity, exhausted cultivation for a long-cherished wish, then now, it is the day of Buddha Leng's promise." ”

The things of this world are inherently fair, and there are gains and losses.

"Another example is you, you lost Buddha Leng, but what you got is what you want most, revenge, hegemony in the world."

The woman's voice is ethereal and ethereal, bewitching people's hearts, guiding Yun Geci step by step, asking her to let go of Buddha Leng and fulfill her wishes.

Her voice was ghostly: "Let go of love, your journey is this big week, this world, the deity and the Buddha Leng, I am willing to escort you." ”

Since Buddha Leng was born for her, she will be his wife, how can she not do her best?

Yun Geci stood in the wind, wiped away his tears, and his heart slowly cleared: "I know what to do." ”

She owes Fo Leng how many lifetimes it will take her to pay it off, and she can't calculate it.

But what about her?

In this life, she needs to pay back too many things.

"It's good that you know, and it's not in vain that the deity has told you so much." Zhi Ming chuckled with relief, she knew what Yun Geci's choice was.

She won't fight with her anymore.

But after all, he was jealous, so he muttered again: "It is said that the most difficult thing in this world is to pick the stars with bare hands, and I can't love it, but the deity wants to take off the stars in the sky and give them to the person you love." ”

The wind swept the curtain of the carriage, the water ripples on the curtain shook, the carriage moved gently, and the woman's voice was scattered in the wind, especially sharp: "For him, the deity can betray the teacher, leave the teacher, live in Chang'an, and step into the court to fiddle with the wind and moon, and you can't do anything for him." ”

"If you can't break off your family affection and hatred, then you will forget his love and break your love."

This time, she and Fo Leng are left with only the love of stabbing side by side all the way, and there is no love between men and women.

Otherwise, Obsession will ruin it all!

This woman always speaks softly and gently, without the slightest aggressiveness, but the meaning of her words, but not the slightest kindness, all blades and warnings.

The carriage was far away, Yun Ge fell to the ground, but a heart was still floating in the air.

The stars and the moon are bright, Chang'an is clear, but she is like being in a cold winter, and she can't fall down.

Looking at the carriage that gradually disappeared into the night, and the wind blew into her eyes, she suddenly had an urge to cry, and her heart was torn apart in pain.

She has never been so powerless as at this moment, even if she died alone in humiliation on the last night of the cold palace.

Because at that time, the hatred in my heart was so strong that all thoughts were lost.

I only feel that she has been let down by this world, without thoughts, without concern, and death is her best relief.

But now, she was reborn, and that hatred burned violently, she didn't believe in this fate, she didn't believe in this way of heaven, and gritted her teeth and told herself that she must be brave and fearless on the road of revenge.

Before she knew what Fo Leng had done for her, her heart was not burdened.

The heart is unfettered, and one person bravely becomes the whole world.

Even if she breaks off her mind about the Buddha, before tonight, she can give up ruthlessly.

Now, how is she cut?

Who can allow her not to give up?

The wind passed through Chang'an, and she stood alone on the long street in the cold moonlight, in a trance of this world, and she was the only one left.

Loneliness became frost.

She wanted to meet him and ask if he had suffered all these years?

After many years, the mansion that had been burned by the fire was only ruined and broken, dilapidated and broken, no one visited for many years, and weeds grew all over the courtyard.

What a desolation can be described.

Under the moonlight, everywhere you can see is a barren and desolate place, and Yun Geci can't help but tear up, thinking of the glorious and magnificent regent palace in the past.

The courtyard is deep, the promenade winds into a lonely place, and the stars and moon are bright at night, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

During her years in the Regent's Palace, she had spent countless nights alone in the shade of flowers and trees, lonely and happy.

At that time, I always felt that this deep mansion was a cage.

Trap her and not be free.

With fear and jealousy of Xiao Yihan in her heart, she wanted to escape countless times.

Now that she is gone, she is very sad.

The reincarnation of this world is really a trick on people.

After so many years, all the regent palaces in Chang'an, which were in power at that time, were put into a fire, and it was not just a mansion that was burned, but an era.

belongs to Xiao Yihan's era.

Step by step, she walked through a ruined wall, and the winding corridor was covered with cobwebs, which were broken inch by inch when the wind blew.

In vain and desolate.

The dew from the weeds drenched the hem of her clothes, and she found the man in the deepest part of the broken mansion.

In the depths of the courtyard, weeds grow wildly, lotus leaves in the abandoned lotus pond are spread out, at a glance, thick verdant green, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake is hung with white wind lanterns, gently swaying in the wind, sprinkling old yellow streamers.

And the man leaned on the soft slump of the ground, and held the jar of wine in his bare hands, and drank alone.

The moonlight was as cold as water, and the streamer stained his robe, the bright red monk's robe went nowhere, and the light shirt was as white as the moonlight.

The sky and the earth are silver, and his spread robe is embellished with starlight, and suddenly, the evil charm is wanton, and there is the regent of the powerful Zhou back then.

He really came back, took off his monk's robe, took the turbid wine into his mouth, and no longer looked silent in front of the Buddha.

She should be happy to see his shadow back then, but at this moment, she stood by the lotus pond in a daze and looked at him, feeling sad for a while.

Stepping through the lotus leaves, she fell lightly two steps away from him.

There was hardly any reaction from him.

She didn't know when, a layer of mist was covered in front of her.

Her knees touched the ground, she bowed down and fell to the ground, with tears in her eyes, her voice was hoarse, and she called softly: "Master." ”