The world is impermanent, if there is no encounter in the past, there will be no unforgettable today. If you don't have the intention of yearning for beauty, will you be able to keep that beauty? Why is it that the more you want to keep it, the more bruises you will have? Why does the world produce goodness, but destroy it?

Luo Yun sat at his desk in his bedroom, puzzled. Whenever she wanted to be freed, the sound and smile of the spirit flute would appear around her. Every time he raised his eyes and stared, every time he smiled, every time he felt wronged and bitter, it was as if it had happened yesterday. If there is love in heaven, why would anyone suffer so much?

Tears fell from her godless eyes and dripped into the pot where the Spirit Flute had left. The little flower, which had already withered, slowly grew into a golden flower, which shone with golden light, as moving as the golden tail of the spirit flute, as bright as the rising sun in the sky.

"Is this the comfort that Heaven has given me?" She lifted her tired eyes, and in an instant she collapsed to the ground. Wine is poured for her, and providence is dull for her. Everything seems to be affectionate and ruthless.

Could it be that all their suffering could be wiped out by just a small flower?

"Impossible." Luo Yunluo angrily pushed everything on the table to the ground, and his eyes were full of hatred again. "That's all the delusion, I must take revenge, and I must make the vicious people who try to separate and hurt the people I care about suffer."

"Someone!"

Jing'er couldn't help but be surprised when she heard Luo Yunluo's angry voice. You must know that Luo Yunluo grew up watching her since she was a child, and this child's temper has always been very good. Under the teaching of Queen Qinglan, she is also wise and brave. However, the world grinds people, and the endless suffering grinds the good people into bad people.

She was right, Luo Yunluo was about to turn into a murderous maniac, a demon king who forgot who he was.

"Your Highness!" She fell to her knees and prostrate.

"Jing'er, is Shuqi still in the palace?"

"I didn't take him away when Empress Zhengjun left."

"Very good, bring it on!" Luo Yunluo gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, yes."

Jing'er sighed and shook her head after she withdrew. Everyone is a hard-working person, the first emperor is, the previous two queens Zhengjun are, the two highnesses are, Shuqi is, Xu Liuer is, Liu Qingcheng is, Liu Yi is. As long as you are born in this imperial family, you are a miserable person.

Shuqi didn't go to the city gate to welcome Luo Yunluo's return, he knew that it was all useless. He also knew that Xu Liu'er didn't take him away to determine whether Luo Yunluo was really dead, and even more so to continue to stay here to contain the Emperor of Luo Ziguo.

However, he could no longer hold on. The moment Luo Yunluo came back alive, his heart was secretly rejoicing. He understands his own heart, and he hates his own heart.

His mother had died at her hands, and he should have hated this woman very much. However, he would rejoice in her joy and suffer in her pain. He could no longer control himself to fall in love with this man, and he no longer had the strength to take revenge.

Sometimes, he would comfort himself that it was inevitable that people would die on the battlefield, but that time it happened to be his mother. Such a thought made him embarrassed, how could he be so unfilial as a son of man!

He lived in a cold palace, which was empty, so cold that it seemed like he had been immersed in the long winter night.

At this time, the door of the cold palace came. Jing'er stood at the door with a sad face, looking at the book chess sitting calmly on the steps.

"It's rare for you to come here, isn't she going to take my life?" Shuqi's words are not asking Jing'er, but more like saying it to himself.

"You are a hard-working person, don't come to the emperor's house again in the next life." Jing'er wiped her tears, looked at the book chess that suddenly showed a smile, and was in a trance.

This is the first time that Jing'er has seen Shuqi show such a pure smile, as clean as a newborn baby. Perhaps, he had been looking forward to a complete liberation. It's just that I haven't been able to find a way to get out.

Jing'er also put away her tears and smiled.

She bowed her body, stretched out her hand, and said respectfully: "Scholar and chess boy, let the old slave accompany you through the last part of the road." ”

"Thank you." Shuqi picked up a wooden comb that Luo Yunluo had pulled at him, combed his waist-length hair, and then solemnly put it into his pocket. With Jing'er's support, he walked step by step to the last part of his life.

The flowers bloom and eventually disperse, and the edge is deep and shallow. If you plant withered grass for infatuation, love will be strong and flowers!

Luo Yunluo's anger is still difficult to calm down, and it seems that it can no longer be calm. Shuqi is standing in front of her now, and his purple embroidered clothes look elegant and delicate, like him when they first met. It's just that he came with a vengeful heart, which makes people defensive. Now that he's free, it's hard to hate.

He didn't salute, but walked straight to Luo Yunluo's side, sat down on the side of the table, and poured himself wine. Suddenly, he saw the little flower, which was very strange.

"It's really out of place for this flower."

"You're so bold that you're not afraid I'll kill you?" Luo Yunluo suppressed his anger and said.

"Didn't Your Highness come to me to kill me? In that case, why can't you be bold at the last moment of your life? It's just that these words suddenly reminded me of a story about the glass lamp that His Royal Highness Liu'er said before. ”

Hearing Xu Liuer's name, Luo Yunluo's anger was as difficult to suppress as a tiger and leopard wolf.

"Your Highness, this lamp was originally called Luo Yi Lamp. Taken from the words in the names of Si Ming Xingjun and the God of Flowers and Plants, the reappearance of this withered little flower does not imply that the God of Flowers and Plants is secretly reminding you. ”

Shuqi calmly picked up the wine cup and said. However, his words made Luo Yunluo's anger reduce a lot.

"What does the god of flowers and plants remind me?"

"Everyone says that there is no reblooming day for flowers, and no one is young anymore. But now that the flowers have re-bloomed again, doesn't it imply that people can meet again? Shuqi said.

"I know you hate me to the core, but your love for the Spirit Flute has long surpassed all hatred, so you can't see the evil we have done. But the most beautiful thing in the world can't hide the shadow of evil, and Your Highness must not be controlled by the shadow behind it. Shuqi said.

"Do you know what you're talking about!"

"Yes, I know exactly what I'm saying, and I know what I want. In fact, we are all the same, always on the edge of right and wrong. Your Highness, let go of hatred! ”

"Do you think you can force me to give up just by saying a few words? Do you think I'll be able to give up now? Do you think I can put it down? Luo Yunluo's tears overflowed his eyes, and Shuqi couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Your Highness, he is waiting for you, not someone who is controlled by evil. The Greyhound is so kind, and so are you. Shuqi couldn't cry, "I envy the kindness you all have, but it's a pity that I never have a chance in this life." ”

"Oh! It's too late to start pleading for yourself now. Luo Yunluo sneered.

Shuqi looked at the wine in the wine cup, and then drank it all.

"Your Highness, I have one last request."

"Say."

"Your Highness has never seen a book, chess, and sword, and I want to show it to Your Highness today. I hope that Your Highness can learn from me and fight to the death. Shuqi's tears hung stubbornly in the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Luo Yunluo's eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her in his heart. He loved her, and he couldn't help himself. But he couldn't tell her, he couldn't let her add another scar to her heart for someone as insignificant as herself. Let him bear all the love and hatred himself, and leave all the happiness to her.

Shuqi turned around and drew his sword, and the moment the sword came out of its sheath, it cut off the tears that couldn't help falling, as if it had cut off the dust of this life.

He slowly walked out of the dormitory, and Luo Yunluo is now temporarily living in the East Palace. The people who used to be here seem to have become crazy, Luo Yunluo is, and so is Xu Liuer. Even Shuqi himself has become less like himself.

Luo Yunluo drew his sword, pointed to the book and said, "Let's start!" ”

In an instant, the sword flashed and swords. Luo Yunluo never knew that Shuqi's swordsmanship was so high, but he never played a dead hand, and every move was reserved.

He looked at her with a look in his eyes full of nostalgia, more of a farewell. And her heart slowly calmed down in the shadow of this sword and sword, and she also looked at him. At that moment, the purple clothes that were flying in the book were like clouds in the sky, light and clean.

It's not a competition anymore, it's more like two people dancing with a sword. The crisp sound of each sword colliding with each sword is like a musical note, making the whole world seem peaceful.

"Farewell, my king!" Suddenly, Shuqi turned to Luo Yunluo's side, looked at her stupidly, and whispered in her ear.

A bad thought arose spontaneously in Luo Yunluo's heart. Sure enough, Shuqi raised his sword, slashed his own throat with the sharpest spot, and then fell to the ground in her incredulous gaze.

Jing'er watched and cried, she wiped her tears and sighed silently in her heart. Obviously he is the oldest, but why do he always send away the black-haired people.

Shuqi, thank you. You used your life to calm the anger in His Highness's heart, and with a sincere heart, let His Highness find the kindness he originally had.

"Ahh

Above the Heavenly Palace, Sky Shadow Jie was studying the place where the dry book disappeared. Suddenly, the dry book began to flip through automatically. There was also a trail of blood on it, and there seemed to be something attached to it on the blank page.

This frightened Tianyingjie, everyone knew that there was no way to open the dry book. Every thousand years, it turns the pages automatically. It is not under human control at all, but today it turns the page on its own, and it has turned more than three pages. Could it be that the catastrophe referred to in the Qianshu is related to something that happened a long time ago?

However, Shadow Jie didn't see anything.

Shuqi died, and Luo Yunluo's heart calmed down. But is that really what she wants? If so, why is her hands shaking, and why is she upset after a long time on the battlefield?

The little flower still radiated a golden light, and it kept flowing towards the rhyme.

Luo Yunluo hugged the pot of flowers and fell asleep.

"Lu Yi, wait for the old decay!" Suddenly, an elderly man put his arm on her shoulders and said breathlessly.

"Who are you?" While she was wondering, the old man knocked her on the head.

"Planting flowers and grass, is it possible that they are also planted in their own heads? Yesterday we were playing chess, and today we pretended not to know each other? Oh, the old man understands, are you afraid of the three jars of epiphany wine that the old man asked you to lose yesterday! The old man pointed at her, a smile in his eyes.

"There must be epiphany wine, but you can't play tricks next time. I don't have anything left here but wine, so if you want to drink, just come. She didn't know she had said such a thing, she didn't know this person. Look at your feet again, you are stepping on the little golden flower, and you can't say it's a small flower at the moment. It radiates a golden glow and is graceful and luxurious.

She looked at the crowd of people coming and going, all of them were familiar. Suddenly, a familiar face passed in front of her.

"Spirit Flute!" However, she reached out and caught only a piece of nothingness, and the man looked back at her indifferently, and slowly walked towards the place where he was going.

"Alas, what's wrong with you today?" The old man grabbed her and said, "That's Si Ming Xingjun Tian Shaluo, ruthless and desireless, everyone has always disliked him." You dare to touch the corner of his clothes today! ”

"I ......" is all too shocking, and the rhyme can't tell the truth from the fake at all. It's just that she vaguely feels that there are a lot of things to come to her mind. She was desperate to get something back.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say will be left for later. The peach festival is about to start, and we have to hurry up. With that, the old man took her in the direction where the man had gone.

That face is obviously a spirit flute, but that expression is not a spirit flute. Who are you and who am I?

The peach festival was really extraordinary, all the immortals came, and everyone gathered together to talk and laugh. He was the only one sitting on the sidelines, drinking alone.

At this time, there were some more people behind him. Luo Yunluo knows the costumes of these people, and they are dragon people.

A little dragon man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old was proudly following the old dragon man towards the Heavenly Emperor. It's just that Luo Yunluo has never seen these two dragon people.

"Chen Longjue has seen the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven!"

The little dragon man also saluted: "Long Qi Feng has seen the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven!" ”

Ryuzaki Bong raised his head, and his confident appearance was very dazzling. However, when her eyes fell on the man who looked like a spiritual flute, she could no longer move.

She raised her head, patted her clothes, and walked over to him. Luo Yunluo's heart was very angry, and she wanted to go over to stop this little bit. But she couldn't move. Still talking and laughing with a few immortals and drinking, as if they didn't see those.

How could this be, obviously I didn't want to do it. obviously wanted to get close to him, but Luo Yun couldn't cry, but this body was very happy.

The man smiled at Ryuzaki Bong, and then got up and left coldly.

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