Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and after a day of rain, it stopped, and the rain-stained stone pavement on the street gave off a translucent sheen.

Yuelian didn't go back to leave the palace, but went to Yan Yueju, and sure enough, another red luan pigeon appeared by the window, still in one sentence:

"Yuelian, don't you really remember me, I'm in your heart, is there really no trace, even if it's an ordinary patient, you should have a little impression! I like you on a whim, not on a whim, and not to ask you to forgive me, so I use such a trick, I really like you. ”

"Could it be that I've seen this Pang Luoluo before? Where is it? ”

Yue Lian's brows furrowed tightly, but he couldn't remember where he had seen Pang Luoluo, what did he do to provoke her, and pestered him so stubbornly.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mo Wu brought the Pudu monks.

In the Temple of the New Moon.

The Pudu monk sat cross-legged, looking at the snow tree who was also sitting cross-legged opposite, and said a compassionate Amitabha.

"This donor, I don't know what is the matter of inviting the old man here?"

"Master, you have been in exile for many years, why are you out of the customs now?"

Xue Yan clasped her hands together, with a comfortable look on her face, and this sentence was like a small talk.

The Pudu monk turned the rosary, "There are thousands of things in the world, why should the donor be persistent." ”

"If the master has no desires and no desires, how can he still stay in the mortal world."

Just like Shu Ya just now, the words she asked gradually became sharper.

The Pudu monk frowned slightly, and the rotating rosary paused slightly, but only for a short moment, another compassionate Amitabha Buddha.

"There are seven kinds of suffering in the world, birth, old age, sickness, death, this is the destiny of heaven, resentment will, love parting, can't beg, this is the obsession of people, the way of heaven is irreversible, obsession can not be born, a thought of heaven, a thought of hell, and hope that the donor will not be too obsessed with this."

"The master is a high-ranking monk, and he can't survive from the mortal dust, not to mention me and other laypeople, I only know that only by fighting for myself can I get what I want, if Xue'er is my lifelong obsession, then I would rather fall into hell than stay alone in heaven."

Xue Yan got up and walked out of the New Moon Palace.

"Mo Wu, send the master back!"

Coming from everywhere, returning to where he returns, his Xue'er came because of him, so her return can only be him.

"Male god, where have you been?"

As soon as he walked back to the outside of the Snow Palace, Mo Xueyan trotted out.

"My mother came later, and said that I had something to do with you."

"The Queen Mother?"

asked, all the emotions were hidden, and she rubbed Mo Xueyan's face dotingly, and Xue Yan took her hand and walked into the Snow Palace.

"Why is the Queen Mother here?"

Mo Xueyan shook her head, pointed her finger to the side, and whispered: "Male god, I see that the queen mother's face is not very good, it can't be a quarrel with my father!" The queen mother has always been gentle and considerate, I have never seen her like this, and the whole person feels lifeless. ”

Walking into the hall, Mo Xueyan shut up.

Ying Meng saw Xue Yan and stood up, although she was already very calm, her low heart still made her face change slightly.

"Shuo'er, the queen mother has something to say to you."

is so obvious to drive people away, as long as Mo Xueyan is not a fool, he can hear it.

"Mother, I have nothing to do to avoid the snow..."

As soon as Xue Yan spoke, Mo Xueyan pulled him.

"Male god, I almost forgot, I stewed peach blossom soup in the small dining room, I'll go and take a look, otherwise it's confused, you and the queen mother will talk first."

With a quick word, he grinned and glanced at Yingmeng, and ran out.

Mother and son talk, she still doesn't want to know.

As soon as he ran out, he stumbled and quickly helped the door of the temple.

When Xue Yan saw it, he was about to stride over, but Ying Meng grabbed him.

"Shuo'er, if you want Yan'er to stay, just listen to the queen mother."

With a whisper, Xue Yan's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to look at Yingmeng.

"You know."

This voice asked in a low voice.

Ying Meng let go of her hand and nodded.

"Shuo'er, did you ask someone to invite the Pudu monk?"

"It turns out that the queen mother is here for Pudu monks, no wonder she is so punctual." Xue Yan suddenly hooked her lips and smiled lightly, but her smile was indifferent.

A touch of pain flashed in Yingmeng's eyes, and she hurriedly explained: "Shuo'er, the queen mother is not here for the Pudu monk..."

"Superfluous words, I don't want to hear them, I just want to know how to keep Xue'er, if the queen mother has a way, just say, if not, then please leave the queen mother, there is no other topic between us."

Xue Yan turned his back.

"Everything you did was for me, so that I could live well, I knew it in my heart, but I couldn't convince myself to accept it, I tried, but I couldn't do it.

In my life before the age of fifteen, you were my dark resentment, the hatred that supported me step by step to the top, and in my life after the age of fifteen, it was Cher, who let me know that I can also have dawn and warmth,

Xue'er is the only one who puts me in her eyes, I am just a snow in Xue'er's eyes, just his male god, his husband, not the high king in their hearts, nor the separation of you and your father in their hearts that would rather give up but protect each other. ”

The clenched hand in his sleeve was loose, and all he wanted was that kind of person.

With these words, Yingmeng took a step back and sat down on the stool, grieving her face and showing a look of loneliness, everything was her fault in the end.

"Yan girl, it is the soul of Shuoyin who came because of you, you drank the blood of Beiyueyan when you were crazy, so you have the blood of Beiyueyan in your body, and your heart blood and Beiyueyan's blood have already fused together,

If you want Yan Yatou to merge with Beiyue Yan's body, only your drop of heart and blood can make Yan Yatou completely become Beiyue Yan, become a new soul, reverse the rules of heaven, and let Yan Yatou stay.

But now, that drop of heart blood has long been integrated with yourself, so if you want to save the girl, you can only have a bowl of heart blood every day, seven hundred and forty-nine days, you have me, I have you, and you can be molded into a new soul. ”

"It's as simple as that."

For Yingmeng's bowl of blood every day, Xue Yan doesn't feel a little bit, as long as Mo Xueyan can be left, no matter what method is used.

"Shuo'er." Ying Meng let out a deep sigh of pain, stood up and walked to Xue Yan's side.

"Do you know, that will kill you, you are already suffering from heart-to-heart pain every year, if you have a bowl of heart-to-heart blood every day, how can you survive this August, the queen mother is actually not willing at all."

"The Queen Mother."

Xue Shen softened her voice.

"Since you told Erchen, you are giving Erchen his own choice, and if you lose Xue'er, your son will only be a puppet of the walking dead."

With such words, what else could Ying Meng say, she hugged Xue Yan, but only for a moment, she let go.

"Your choice, the queen mother has always known, but Shuo'er, you also have to remember one thing, your life is more important than her own life in Yan Yatou's heart, if you lose your life because of saving her, then what will Yan Yatou do, I don't think the queen mother needs to say anything more."

Ying Meng left, Xue Yan slowly hooked the corners of her lips, and also walked to the dining room.

He doesn't need to think about anything, without him, Xue'er will definitely live well, Xue'er said that she won't do stupid things, she will live well with his wishes, and accompany him to see thousands of prosperity, not to mention that it's just forty-nine days of hard work, his life has always been hard.

Far away, the fragrance of peach blossom soup wafted out, faint sweet, and greasy to the heart.

walked into the dining room, looked at Mo Xueyan who was busy in front of the stove, doted on his eyes, hugged Mo Xueyan from his side and buried his face in her neck.

"Xue'er is really more and more comfortable telling lies now, although she is in a hurry, but the taste of peach blossom soup is still acceptable."

Mo Xueyan blushed slightly, but pretended to be annoyed, "I'm not here to give space to the male god and the queen mother, it's really a good person to be a good person." ”

"Okay, good, my fault, my Xue'er never lies."

Such compliments made Mo Xueyan blush even more.

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