Chapter 131: The Memories of the Bliss Fairy Li Mu'er

Li Mu'er woke up from a nightmare again, thinking about the past, the former emperor.

The story starts from Suzhou, a gentle and quiet city, ancient and beautiful, full of sad old stories, a trance, and you can smell the afterglow of the legends of the old things of the previous dynasty.

Li Mu'er said: Let me accompany you, okay?

The emperor said, "Come here."

The Murong family is really big, and it takes a little bit to walk and look a little bit, so that Li Mu'er can barely identify the direction clearly. Xiaohan Hall, the breeze is elegant, and the perfume pavilion is listened to...... Searching for the past all the way, twists and turns like her nervous mood.

At dusk, the lake in front of the water pavilion is full of lotus flowers, and the handsome man bathes in the sunset, as beautiful as a blooming sunflower. The shimmer of his hair shimmered in the golden air, and the city of roses fell silently into the man's long back, and the cloister grew so long......

Li Mu'er dismounted far away, rode the horse and galloped wildly, his hair was a little messy, and even carried the fallen flowers of the peach blossom forest, and when the evening wind blew, he shook off the ground.

The emperor stood on the opposite side, and his side was very good-looking. And his hair, black as the night. The brightest were his eyes, their amber pupils as dim as all the melancholy of the world, like a lake, and the roses fell deep and could not come up.

He didn't say anything, but Yu Rose had already shaken the heavens and the earth. Rose knew that she was a nymphomaniac, so she looked at him eatingly, but he didn't respond, and he looked sexy and lazy in the sunset.

She likes such a man, there is an indescribable aura shrouded in it, and she only feels that it is good in every way. Rose took two steps forward, his eyebrows faintly tangled, and people couldn't help but want to reach out and gently smooth them.

"Hey."

Li Mu'er could only call him hi.

"Here we are." Emperor Shi smiled slightly, his attitude polite and polite.

The air smells of spring, and the roses are full of joy. It seems that he has instantly returned to the age when love first opened. It's hard to imagine that the heart is beating so fast, and one sentence can make people so excited.

His voice was good, his eyes were thin, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as bright and safe as the sun at that time, and Rose could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat, which rose and fell in her small chest. And it was at that time that the shadow of the emperor was reflected in her brown pupils, becoming a timeless mark.

"Why me?"

yes, what's wrong with me? Li Mu'er clenched her hands like a child and blushed, what's wrong?

Li Mu'er didn't know why she did this, but she felt that it seemed more sincere and wanted to be with him.

She didn't know how to tell the emperor, maybe, she couldn't say it at all. Because, even she wasn't sure why she did it.

However, only she knew what a risky decision it was.

Valley of the Wicked. At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, between the shinbones of good and evil. Here the poor mountains and bad waters, the evil ones live. There are thousands of wicked people in the valley, all of whom are spurned by the rivers and lakes. There is no etiquette and shame, but it is about survival and death. Joining the WTO is not enough, and being born is not enough.

If you go to that devil's place and die nine times, only one out of a thousand people can come back, but the people who come back are all above all and have superb skills. That's where the emperor came from. He is also the only one who has been born beyond the world by entering the WTO. The absolute fierceness hidden in that handsome countenance, and the bravery tempered from the pile of death, symbolize how many ups and downs the emperor has experienced.

There is a woman who admires the name of Emperor Shak, and she goes to meet, and the young chrysanthemum and jade are flying all over the sky, and the Emperor Shi turns a blind eye.

Before Li Mu'er didn't enter the machine, she was an apprentice in the martial arts hall of Qiandeng Town, practicing boxing to run errands for the master and gags with the senior brothers, occasionally catching a rabbit and a fish to fight tooth sacrifices, all of her life. Suzhou and Chengdu are thousands of miles away, and characters like Emperor Shi are something that a junior apprentice like her can't know at all. It's just that since the year ago, Li Mu'er has the same dream repeatedly, and someone in the dream told her about the emperor's release in detail and listened to her, and the past and future generations are all available. Sometimes there are scenes flashing in dreams, nothing more than two people with graceful appearances, wearing gorgeous makeup, and walking side by side.

After waking up, Li Mu'er had some thoughts, and privately asked someone to inquire from the foot businessman, and learned that there was really a man like Emperor Shi in the world. At the moment, he took out his savings for many years and gathered enough to entangle, and rushed to the starry night.

At first sight, fall in love.

Li Mu'er couldn't answer, and she didn't know when she became infatuated with this god-like man. There are so many unspeakables in life that we can't give them a reasonable explanation.

The most painful thing for Li Mu'er this night was not that she couldn't control her heartbeat, nor that she couldn't hold back her tears, but that she couldn't respond to the man she liked. It suddenly dawned on her that everything had become ridiculous. Feelings, like life, if the beginning of any two people is so easy, it will not seem precious enough.

Anyone can create ambiguity frivolously, but it will never be beautiful.

Li Mu'er looked at Emperor Shi's sad eyes and smiled faintly. She knew the smile wasn't real. God knows how much she wants to make him happy.

Standing in front of him, Li Mu'er swallowed his feelings down his throat, and then pretended to be very calm and said this sentence:

"Isn't it a bit of to fall in love at first sight?"

Shakti looked at her with complicated eyes, and Rose carefully put everything away.

Li Mu'er said, it's good for me to accompany you.

Emperor Shakti said, I am married.

When he spoke, some clear breath surrounded Li Mu'er with the characters he spit out, was it too sensitive? She suddenly felt that the man in front of her had never been able to smile softly at her, and suddenly, she felt inexplicably sad.

She knew he wanted to tell her that someone had settled in his heart.

Isn't that cruel, but how am I going to explain it to you or myself?

Emperor Shakti originally thought that feelings could be endured, but if he didn't look, listen, or think, he thought that if he buried love in the bottomless abyss, it would die quietly. But in his heart, the vines that broke through the ground wrapped him up and couldn't breathe, with an immortal despair, like the dreams of a hero in a tired life.

He knows that unrequited love is not good, but there are many things that are not good, and he is still doing it. For example, two people who should not be together are recklessly thinking about the wilderness.

He asked Li Mu'er: "Have you read "Border City"?"

"Border City"?

His voice was clear and gentle, but Li Mu'er's heart was confused, as if a wind suddenly rose, blowing the shadows of the trees in his heart, shaking a thousand times.

"Eldest or second, which one do you prefer?"

"I don't know, I'm not Cuicui."

Li Mu'er said in her heart, I would rather be the second child, Cuicui has been him in her heart all her life.

In the crisp moonlight of the night, his face was like the most exquisite carving in the world, and it was set off like a beautiful jade by the dark red robe. Li Mu'er's eyelashes fluttered, and a mist appeared in her eyes.

Emperor Shi reached out and touched her head, his voice was like alcohol, and there was an intoxicating power: "Girl, why are you doing this!" You are kind, sincere, and intelligent, and no matter where you are, you will have a good home and life. ”

She shook her head fiercely and said in a dumb voice: "I just want to accompany you and be by your side." ”

He just chuckled, "You deserve to be happy, but not me." ”

Li Mu'er's chest was uncomfortably blocked, like a 10,000-pound stone, she only felt like a dehydrated fish for a while, and the air was sticky. tired, so that she is about to die, the guess in her heart is more like a guillotine, a knife down, must be in a different place. But she could not resist the idea of proving this suspicion, and asked as if hopelessly, "So, how are you doing?"

He shook her hand vigorously: "Silly girl, for such a person as me, it is not worth your sadness. I've made up my mind, and you'll eventually find someone you like. ”

After that, there was a long silence.

Li Mu'er's heart was very distressed. In the face of the person she likes, the sadness she can clearly feel but can't be soothed, Li Mu'er is very distressed. At that time, the emperor was the most reluctant for her, and it was also the part of her that she could not be wronged the most.

The roses blooming in the sky are like blood-stained mandalas, poignant, but they can't warm your heart.

Emperor Shi got up to say goodbye, and the moment he turned around, he saw Li Mu'er behind him trembling constantly, like a dead leaf that could be blown away at any time in the cold wind. She bit her lower lip like the pride of a naughty child, and his already hard heart trembled slightly.

Human beings are really emotional animals, and feelings are such fragile things.

No one knows that looking at the world like him does not require the occasional warm hand from a friend or stranger.

He kept running away, pretending not to see, and even if he did, only to see part of it, and then self-righteously thinking that his heart was strong enough to withstand everything.

But he forgot that the softest part of man is also the heart.

Emperor Shi sighed, Li Mu'er's eyes were clear and persistent, so persistent that he could only laugh helplessly: "Girl..." suddenly stretched out her hand and gently stroked Li Mu'er's face.

Li Mu'er almost held her breath, and her ears really heard him say, "Are you still willing to be with me?"

His eyes were full of compassion, like a gentle Buddha, etched in Rose's memory over and over again, so that she could never forget it for the rest of her life.

Li Mu'er finally couldn't help it and cried.

"I've got a crush on you."

It was like a spell that had been cast, and she could only let his hand stick to her hot cheeks, and the heat never receded.

April is fragrant. Heaven and earth were stunned.

The breeze is a lesson learned. Everything is for all.

Love is always cruel, and reality is more cruel than love.

Many times Rose saw the Emperor in her dreams.

There was no end to the darkness in the dream, as if night had suddenly fallen from the sky, silently. She walked behind him, and gradually lost track of him. After chasing, his figure gradually dissipated into a black fog and disappeared.

Li Mu'er sobbed in her dream, her voice getting louder and louder. until you wake up crying, and then you have complete incontinence with snot and tears......

Is this the gentlest and cruelest captivity you've ever given?

She knew that she was wandering around this lake at this hour of the day, on purpose.

The moon breeze is still there, so he won't forget her so quickly.

This spider-silk slender and humble hope, she was reluctant, kept, endured, and thought about it until she couldn't hold it anymore.

She knew she was sick, and it never seemed to get better.

The long night is long, waiting for a window that will never be opened, and the thoughts are like a wisp of ownerless lonely souls, not knowing where to fall. Only by constantly reciting the few simple instructions he left and capturing some of his breath can be regarded as evidence.

Thinking about people is sulfuric acid and eating bones, she diminishes night after night.

I still miss him.

The man who said he liked me, is he still liking me?

She felt that their hearts were completely connected in a certain moment. He and she are both stars in the cold night, so humble, so small, so easy in front of the people they like, they are forgotten by happy people.

The waning moon is like a hook, and when she looks up, the cold moonlight turns into wisps of light smoke, and she finally understands that unrequited love is the loneliest and most painful butterfly.

She also knew that she didn't have any position, but she just couldn't control herself. Whenever she thought of the lonely appearance of Emperor Shakti in the sunset, the moment of loneliness between his eyebrows, and the trance when he talked to her, she always thought about what kind of woman she was, what kind of person she was, so that he was so wonderful.

And she, like a wet shadow, shrouded them between them.

Li Mu'er didn't have any evidence, but that night, she was very close to him, and the mixed atmosphere around her told her that she had been cherished, and she believed that the silence given to her by Emperor Shakti was part of his feelings, but none of them could cross themselves.

Life is uncertain, and in this huge unknown space, I long for stability. There is no future in sight, at least they are all temperamental people, and they want to warm each other.

The Murong family.

Behind the plaque of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, there is a deep affection that others can't understand.

Li Mu'er wrapped her arms and took herself into her arms.

Suddenly, I had the illusion that snow was falling from the sky.

She closed her eyes, preferring to believe it was true. So that she could deceive herself that she was holding on because of the cold—there could be no more perfect reason than that.

Murong Villa, I won't be here again. Li Mu'er is sure in his heart that it is enough to absorb a moment with memory for a lifetime.

Although she would love to stay here, with him, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, strolling here, ignoring the troublesome world. But how can she dance with the footsteps of two people, she came only for the figure who could dance with her sword. If you can see it or not, just leave, forget it, and obediently return to the track that belongs to her. Even if any place is not as good as the spring rhyme of the lotus pond here, the sunset is beautiful.

She can't do anything, she is still the clear, pious and realistic Li Mu'er.

Maybe she just had a long dream with cheerful footsteps like music and a man's pretty smile......

I.

Love.

You.

It was a phrase she wanted to tell him at that time. Even if things are wrong in the end, she remembers.

Walking out of Murong Villa, taking a deep breath, Li Mu'er tried to control her emotions, such a separation, from now on, she should get used to it.

In the warm sunshine of Suzhou City, couples from rivers and lakes come and go, husbands and wives love each other, Li Mu'er sings poems, plays the piano, embroiders and paints, and a person's loneliness is infinitely magnified.

She is doing what she likes in the city she likes, waiting for someone she likes who doesn't know if she will come back.

There is a singing voice that sings faintly. Whenever the sun sets, I always look forward to you here, and although it is raining in the sky, I still wait for your return.

Li Mu'er tied her mood to the pigeon's lap.

- "I think I have too many emotions to be so sad all the time. I want him to be as free as the wind. And I'm willing to stand in the big sunshine, pretend to be a rose, smile at him. ”

- "Probably all love has a similar ending, because it is incomplete, it is very beautiful, and it makes people feel nostalgic." It's okay to have lots of smiles and memories that you can use to get through the rest of your life. If you haven't met it, you can't experience this emotion. ”

——

Thank you.

Thank you for meeting you.

Thank you for this emotion.

Thank you for the days together.

She really didn't cry, not a single tear fell.

She remembered his words: even if you are separated, you must smile.

She believes that love will be reunited.

She suddenly thought of such a poem: Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son.

He smiled quietly.

From then on, Li Mu'er could only see this man in his dreams, and from then on, Li Mu'er was no longer like before, without him, people were alive, but their hearts were dead.