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There is a family in the city whose surname is Ling, called Ling Xiao, when he was young, he followed Mr. Yi to read and learn words, and he has some literary talent. When he grew up, he married a beautiful lady named herring. Ling Xiao makes a living by buying calligraphy and paintings on weekdays, and the herring sews and mends them for home. Although the days are not very rich, they are quite comfortable. The only fly in the ointment is that after many years of marriage, Qingyu did not give birth to a boy and a girl, which made Qingyu feel sorry for herring.

On this day, Qingyu went to a Buddhist temple outside the city to ask for a child, and on the way back met a mysterious Taoist, who didn't say much, just looked at her and looked, and finally stuffed her with a folding fan, turned around and left. The herring fish opened the folding fan suspiciously, and a white and tender doll was painted on it, dressed in a white shirt, with a black jade hanging around her neck, with a calm face, and there seemed to be a black grape in her eyes, staring intently at the herring. Qingyu saw that her heart was soft, how good it would be if she could give birth to such a cute and pleasing doll.

Qingyu was happy in her heart, did this person send her a son? She wrapped the fan in a handkerchief and carefully tucked it into her sleeve. When he went back to talk to Ling Xiao, he laughed: "That person may be a folding fan seller, just coax you." ”

Qingyu was dissatisfied with his attitude, and said angrily: "You don't want to talk nonsense, that Taoist didn't take my money and didn't say a word, how can he be a liar?" Don't frighten the gods. ”

As soon as Ling Xiao heard this, he also felt strange. It's just that I still don't understand the trick, so I don't take it to heart. But after some time, Qingyu suddenly felt uncomfortable, Ling Xiao invited Lang Zhong to come and carefully diagnose the pulse, and it turned out to be a great joy. Qingyu felt that it must be because of that person, otherwise she would not have been happy so quickly. She stretched out the fan every day, looking left and right, as if she couldn't see enough.

One day the following summer, the weather was unusually hot, and the earth seemed to be drying up. The herring is also in the giving season, and the person is lying on the bed, sweating profusely. The midwife knelt in front of the bed, guiding the mother how to exert force, but with little effect. The strength of the herring fish was exhausted, and he stared at his eyes and burst into tears, and he couldn't use half of his strength.

Ling Xiao knelt outside the door and begged the heavens to keep his mother and son safe.

There was thunder in the sky, but only thunder could be heard, and not a drop of rain could be seen. The thunder was like a burst, as if it was about to shake the sky into a hole. In the middle of the night, there was another burst of thunder, and a shiny black stone suddenly fell from the sky. Ling Xiao slowly picked up the stone, and the tentacles were warm, and it felt like a piece of jade, not like an ordinary stone. It looks a little familiar, it seems to be like the jade on the neck of the doll on the folding fan.

He was holding the study when he heard a loud cry in the room. He suddenly grinned, "Born, born." ”

At this time, the midwife came out of the room, the blood on her hand, the folds on her face smiled, and she said: "Your lady has given birth, it is a son, and the mother and child are safe." ”

Ling Xiao took the stone into his arms, rushed into the room frantically, held the hand of the pale, dying lady who had just given birth on the bed, and said with a smile: "Qingyu, our child was born." ”

Qingyu smiled reluctantly, and said weakly: "I know, you should quickly choose a name for him." ”

Ling Xiao thought for a moment and said, "He was born in the night, so let's call him Ye'er." ”

"Ling Ye, okay, just call him Ling Ye." Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ling Yesheng is handsome, everyone says that he looks like a herring fish. In fact, Qingyu knew in her heart that she was like her, and she was exactly the same as the child on the folding fan. She became more and more convinced that it was the Taoist who had sent the child to her. She also looked for that Taoist, but unfortunately every time it was in vain. Later, she gave up and raised Ling Ye at home.

Ling Ye is not only born well, but also has first-class talent. At the age of seven, he was able to read and hyphenate and write good articles. At the age of fifteen, he was already famous in Luoyang, and no one knew it.

He is usually dressed in white, holding an origami fan, and always attracts crowds of onlookers wherever he goes, especially young and beautiful girls. It's just that he has a high spirit, but no one looks down on him. Even the daughter of the princes and nobles was mercilessly rejected by him. His greatest wish is to succeed in his studies and gain fame in the future. His mind is not on the personal affairs of his children, but it is more attractive to those ignorant girls.

The people who went to his house to propose relatives almost stepped through the threshold. It's just that in the end, those matchmakers will be swept away, so that Ling Ye has become a thorn in the eyes of some people. After all, everyone has a head and face in Luoyang City, and being rejected like this has lost face and become a joke for everyone.

Qingyu is panicking every day, I am afraid that he will offend some big man that day, and he may die if he is not careful. When he was older, his appearance changed drastically, his eyes gradually turned green, and the people of the city began to rumor that he had a strange omen. Slowly, no one wanted to approach him again, and the matchmaker who used to be a matchmaker never stepped into his house again. Ling Ye was happy, and he had more time to read and practice calligraphy.

Qingyu and Ling Xiao became more and more worried, they felt that if the child was like this in the future, they might not even be able to marry a daughter-in-law. I knew that someone would come to propose marriage at that time, so I said that the last marriage was better than now.

When Ling Ye was twenty years old, he took the merit exam and won the championship in one fell swoop. Rumors began again that his green eyes were supposed to be a symbol of wealth. So the matchmakers in the city began to move, and within a few days, the house was full of gifts for marriage. But Ling Ye didn't put it in his eyes, not before, and not now.

On the day he entered the palace to see the Son of Heaven, he was dressed in white and knelt in front of the emperor without humility or arrogance.

When I saw him, I only felt familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, especially those green eyes. Sometimes when Yingning is angry to the extreme, it will also turn a faint green. She said that she had cultivated the forbidden art of the demon clan in the past, so she became like this.

I was a little uneasy in my heart, and he asked, "You are the famous prodigy in Luoyang, Ling Ye?" ”

Ling Ye replied in a deep voice, "Exactly." ”

"I ask you, why do you want to gain fame?"

Ling Ye raised his head, smiled faintly, and replied calmly: "The minister is here for one person......

I finally saw that face clearly, and it was clearly ...... He was stunned for a long time before he lightly squeezed out a sentence: "Who are you here for?" ”

Ling Ye laughed weirdly, without words.

I returned to the dormitory after leaving the court, and Yingning personally made some snacks and brought them to him. Wu Qi's face was not very good-looking, he held Ying Ning's hand, and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Have you ever thought of Yejun recently?" ”

Ying Ning didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Yejun, and was stunned for a moment before saying: "I rarely think about it, if you calculate carefully, he has been gone for almost 20 years." ”

I sighed silently, yes, the Night Monarch has been gone for 20 years. And that Ling Ye happens to be 20 years old this year. Wu Qi looked at his hands, there were already rough lines on them, and the frown on his face was also showing gray temples day by day, and he was completely in the state of an old man. On the other hand, Yingning is still so young and beautiful. Over the years, it seems that nothing has changed.

He was terrified in his heart, he would not live forever, and Yingning would definitely watch him grow old little by little until he died. He suddenly thought that if only he could be immortal and immortal.

"Why did you suddenly mention the Night King today?" Ying Ning poured him a cup of tea and handed it over slowly.

I pondered for a while and asked, "Do you believe that he will be reincarnated?" Maybe he's living somewhere in the world. ”

Ying Ning frowned and said softly, "Maybe, anything is possible." ”

"What would you do if he appeared in front of you right now?" I asked, "Will you go with him?" ”

Ying Ning suddenly smiled and said softly, "If he appears in front of me, I will be happy for it." But why should I go with him? I am now your wife, your queen. ”

Wu Qi suddenly became sad, he let out a long sigh, his fingers rubbed her white and slender palm, and said with a sense of loss: "Yingning, I'm already old, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to the end." The way I am now, I feel disgusting to myself. Gray hair, wrinkled face, standing with you, how incompatible. ”

Ying Ning leaned over and sat on his lap, put his hands around his neck, and smiled at his neck: "Where are you old, in my eyes, you are still so brave, like a god." ”

I knew that she was probably comforting him, and he had been getting more and more tired lately, and it always took a lot of strength to hug her. She didn't say it, she was just afraid of hurting his dignity.

I thought about it, but I still said with difficulty: "I saw him today, although he didn't say it, but I am sure that it is him." With the same face, special green eyes, demeanor and tone when speaking, he must have come to you. ”

Ying Ning was shocked for a moment, and she said, "You're talking about Yejun, where did you see him?" ”

"He came to meet the saint and is my five-grade official. When I asked him why he asked for a meritorious name, he said he had come for one person. I think he's here for you. ”

I often went down to the court, so I talked to Yingning about the night. Ying Ning only listened to it and didn't go to see him. As long as he lives, what can he do if he sees it or not, she still can't give him any response.

Spring goes to autumn, the white horse passes by, and another twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye. I was getting old, and in the last moments, he held Yingning's hand and refused to let go. His breathing weakened, and he still said to her with all his might: "Ning'er, you wait for me, wait for me to be reincarnated, and come to you." ”

Ying Ning smiled: "I'm afraid you will forget me again." ”

I laughed out loud: "It's okay, even if I forget you, I won't forget to love you." ”

His hand finally let go and slowly drooped. Yingning's line of hot tears drew from her eye sockets......

At my funeral, she finally saw Ling Ye. He stood in the midst of the crowd of officials and looked at her with a heavy look. In the end, they looked at each other faintly and smiled, and the longest love in the world is silent companionship. It's like Red Silk, it's like Meng Po, it's like Yejun.

Yingning returned to the underworld, waiting at Wangxiangtai every day, waiting for me to reincarnate, and they would continue the front edge of another life......