As soon as she heard this, she looked up suddenly, and saw that he was looking at herself, she immediately became nervous, her eyes moved around, as if searching for something, her face was full of unease, and when a pair of rhinoceros scorching heat shot at her, she was uncomfortable, and suddenly turned her head away, not daring to touch his gaze, and her mind was uncertain. The words in front of him were like the clarion call of the Last Judgment, loud and terrifying.

Pretending to be calm, she hurriedly stood up: "Wang, the concubine is a little unwell, so I won't chat with the eleventh prince." With that, he got up and wanted to leave.

Bai Mo stood in the way.

He said loudly: "The queen mother is afraid that she is not uncomfortable, is she afraid that she will stay any longer and show her hands and feet, she has done too many evil things, and the queen mother does not have nightmares?" ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, gibberish." The queen was in a hurry.

"Today is your time of death." With that, he quickly stabbed the queen into the heart with a sword, and swallowed the crane top red he carried with him with lightning speed.

Amid the king's fright and the cacophony of the crowd's escorts, he laughed out loud.

A finger angrily pointed at the king: "You faint king, in vain my mother's love for the rest of your life, you are so old and dizzy, under the trapping of this old demon girl, you don't know what to do, you will put my mother to death." It's a pity that I can't break this woman's body to pieces, and I can't solve this hatred in my heart. She framed my mother, and killed my wife and children, even if I got out of this deep palace and no longer fought for the throne, she still chased and killed everywhere, so I was restless, and did not let me go, this woman was going to be torn to pieces, and she couldn't stop the burning hatred in my heart. ”

With that, he took his last breath and walked away.

.......

Sun Meng is running on the cold road, this road is long and cold, she has walked for a long time, the cold smoke on the Huangquan Road is everywhere, and those light and agile sounds are gradually moving away. But it seems to sound yesterday's hut again, and Bai Mo sat in front of the house and chatted happily, and the figure of his mother working and washing appeared in front of him, which was really like the present.

Death turned out to be so lonely and lonely, only to realize how bitter it is to live a life, those happy appearances, lurking in the bottom, there is always pain and grievances and grievances. She actually cried, thinking of her father, who did not know whether she was alive or dead, and her mother, who had worked hard all her life to die under her knife, and the fetus in her womb that was beaten to death with her, and her heart ached.

No matter how good the world is, Bai Mo was born in the emperor's family, and he was not hunted down and killed by others, living a life of exile.

Bai Mo's wailing eyes before her death hit her heart from time to time, tearing her heart, this kind of parting that will never be seen again, tears her heart, tears her lungs, and breaks her liver and intestines.

One life and two deaths, a Huangquan road, broken two by two looking at each other and missing each other. No one to talk to, loneliness or sorrow is unbearable in life, but even if you are dead, sorrow will come as scheduled.

Just thinking like this, he heard a hurried voice behind him: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, I'm coming, I'm coming." ”

She looked back and saw that he seemed to be pale after recovering from a serious illness, smiling weakly in front of her, but she clearly showed a sense of happiness that had finally caught up with her, and her face suddenly had an indescribable pain.

The world, the end of the line, empty, no matter how nostalgic, can only be dusty and helpless, how to get out of the tear-stained watch? It turns out that those who love each other can always turn around, and he will always be behind him.

The existence of the meaning of life, that person, is the eternal scenery of life.

"You shouldn't have come, here, you didn't come, you go back."

"No, I'm with you, Xiaoxiao, I'm with you."

The rivers and lakes are as deep as the sea, a glass of bitter wine, will eventually spill the pain, leave behind, if you are alive, the thoughts are always for the living, it will only make people bear countless pains, like a knife scratching the already burning pain, filling every part of the body, making it difficult for people to get rid of life.

But she was sad in her heart, could it be that Bai Mo was also killed by the queen? Sad, extremely sad.

When Bai Mo saw it, he took her cold hand: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao, on this Huangquan Road, I am with you, with you as a companion, the scenery is infinitely good, snuggle up to me, don't get separated." ”

His voice was crisp and clear, alive or dead, just two people embracing each other. She shed a tear of flower petals, and the wind sang, only the mournful voice was in the gloom, cold and faint.

The hearts of the two of them were tightly locked, and there were no words for a moment, no one could bear to disturb this quiet, there were many disturbances in the world, although the Yellow Spring was desolate, but no one could bother it.

The anxious mood in her memories, as if she had a dream of showing her arms, the scenery that was once knotted by the years, and among those who followed, there was always someone who would accompany you forever.

She nodded, and saw that people lined up to go up to the Nai He Bridge, and Meng Po was persuading the pedestrians on the road one by one, drinking the bowls of divine soup handed over by her hand one by one.

When Bai Mo saw it, he pulled her tightly: "Xiaoxiao, promise me, don't drink that old woman's things, if you drink it, you won't be able to remember me anymore, we will see each other in the next life, and we will ......be together in the next life." ”

She looked back at the road, the dark sky as black as ink, and the aura that emanated cooled her last thoughts. The ethereal howl of sorrow is everywhere, telling the misery of this world, which cannot be let go and is difficult to let go.

She couldn't hear what Bai Mo said, her thoughts were frozen in sorrow, and she was out of her mind. But under his shaking, he nodded in a trance.

The people in front of them, who sometimes struggled, wept, and drank from the bowl, no matter what, had to hold up a decision, and they all had a miserable face.

Meng Po slowly handed the bowl to her: "Drink, drink the old things and write off the old things, drink and then go to find a good family, life starts again, there is no old thing to tie in, and the world is beautiful." ”

She took the bowl, her eyes were dull, if she drank it all, is it, the love and hatred in the world are no longer entangled, she is reluctant to drink, those hearts are reluctant, thinking of her mother and other father Bo Liang's life, thinking of her miserable life with Bai Mo, and asking: "Mother-in-law, is it, drink it, it's really ........" ”

Before Meng Po could finish speaking, she smiled and said: "Of course, the tears you shed all your life as a human being have been boiled into this bowl of soup, yes, drinking it is enough to forget everything in your previous life." ”

She burst into tears, the so-called liberation is nothing but death, and the disillusionment of memories after death, so that it is the real liberation.

She stood by the bridge, looking at the road behind her, she no longer wanted to be so painful with the memory of the sorrow of life, she wanted to forget all the suffering, drink a bowl of heartless Meng Po soup, she could forget all the past, grievances, troubles in this life, all those joys, sorrows, and joys will be thrown out of the clouds with the floating clouds, and everything in the next life will be like a blank sheet of paper. She thought, this is the ideal ending of life, right?